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The emerald green jasper sword in the young boy's palm was called Fifteenth.
Chen Ping'an couldn't help but feel like whoever had named this sword was even worse at naming things than him.
Right now, he could clearly feel a slightly cool aura seeping into his skin. After entering his body, however, this aura surprisingly became a wisp of warmth that made his entire body feel cozy. It was as if he were enjoying the warm sunshine on a cold winter day.
Chen Ping'an noticed the mysterious aura flowing along his meridians and slowly passing each of his acupoints. In the end, it decided to stop and enter an acupoint in which a wisp of sword qi had been hidden before. The flying sword started to leisurely fly around the spacious "residence" that seemed to echo with the acupoint where the silver sword billet was residing.
Old Man Yang exhaled a ring of smoke and said with a nod, "This is slightly beyond my expectation. This sword seems to have a fairly good affinity with you. Things shouldn't have gone so smoothly, and I initially planned to help you all the way and subdue this flying sword for you. After forcing it into an acupoint, it would be up to you and your perseverance to win over the sword."
The old man used his mystical powers to observe the surprisingly obedient flying sword in Chen Ping'an's acupoint. After hesitating for a brief moment, he asked, "I'm genuinely curious about something, so I want to ask you two questions. You don't have to answer them if you don't want to. Chen Ping'an, you've been practicing fist techniques for so long, yet you've only just managed to reach the door to the third tier. Are you anxious? Also, when you practice your fist techniques, is there something that drives you, allowing you to last all the way until today?"
"I do feel anxious sometimes, but I also know that feeling anxious won't improve the situation," Chen Ping'an replied truthfully. "This is similar to firing pottery, and the more anxious and hurried one becomes, the easier it is to make a mistake. So I try to avoid thinking about the situation. However, it becomes impossible to stop these thoughts sometimes, so I empty my mind completely and do my walking meditation using only my instinct. "Or I might find a place with an open view to practice standing meditation. If neither of these methods work, then I'll try to read and practice writing characters. If even this fails, then I have no option but to let my mind run wild. For example, I'll think about how much money I currently have..."
Chen Ping'an's voice trailed off, and he couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed.
Old Man Yang's expression remained unchanging, and he said,...
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