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"How’s it going? Got all the information?" Lin Tian asked calmly.

"Of course, when your king steps in, there’s no way it won’t succeed." The Sword Spirit was smug, almost floating its tail in the air.

Lin Tian found it amusing, but this time, getting the real "Mo Blade Technique," the Sword Spirit’s contribution was indispensable.

A long time ago, Lin Tian discovered that the Sword Spirit could read a person’s mental information, specifically intent information, which is why Lin Tian and it can communicate through thoughts in the mind.

It reminded him of when he was possessed by Demon Blade Muramasa, a similar phenomenon occurred because that Blade had the same ability. Lin Tian used the Sword Spirit’s ability to secretly read Hou Xinchang’s intent information.

Though it sounds simple, the operation wasn’t that easy. First, the Sword Spirit had to possess Hou Xinchang quietly and unnoticed, so initially, Lin Tian would distract him with idle talk, allowing the Sword Spirit to possess him unnoticed.

With Hou Xinchang’s tendon injury causing him pain and difficulty focusing, the Sword Spirit was able to possess him smoothly, which was the first step.

Then, guide Hou Xinchang to memorably transcribe the Mo Blade Technique. According to human cognitive processes, to memorize content, one would first rehearse it in their mind. What Hou Xinchang rehearsed in his mind was definitely real, but he then jumbled those true contents before writing them down, resulting in a mélange of truth and falsehood in the "journal."

So, Lin Tian didn’t care about the "journal" itself but rather the content implicitly recited in his mind, which was the truest form.

"Very well done, I’ll credit you with first honors, as a reward for your energy." Lin Tian praised in his mind while unleashing a strand of fiery energy, which the Sword Spirit eagerly accepted and began to devour.

Being the Sword Spirit of the Heavenly Tribulation Sword, its growth signifies the growth of the Heavenly Tribulation Sword, so Lin Tian wouldn’t hesitate to nurture it.

"Don’t just focus on eating, give me the contents," Lin Tian reminded, noticing the Sword Spirit had a tendency to go into seclusion for devouring.

"Hehe, I almost forgot, your king," the Sword Spirit chuckled and sent a stream of thoughts into Lin Tian’s mind.

Looking at this information was like flipping through a book, filled with text and diagrams. Comparing these to Hou Xinchang’s journal, true enough, many mantras in the "journal" were jumbled and inverted; practicing according to the "journal" could easily lead to wasted efforts.

"Lin Tian?" Miss’s voice rang out, pulling Lin Tian back to reality: "What are you daydreaming about? Shuiyao’s already prepared the brush and ink."

"It’s nothing, just thinking about how to transcribe the original," Lin Tian said nonchalantly, unfazed by the puzzled looks from the two women.

But upon seeing the brush on the table, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and look at Ling Shuiyao. Little La Jiao lifted her chin, smiling mischievously, "There’s only a brush here, don’t tell me you can’t even write with it?"

The smile was like that of a Little Fox, cunning and sprightly.

Lin Tian shook his head amusefully, picked up the brush, with the Miss ready to grind the ink for him. A handsome man and beautiful woman, the scene had an air of elegance.

But Little La Jiao’s provocative expression slightly disrupted the visual, as she intended to challenge Lin Tian, probably thinking he couldn’t write with the brush.

Lin Tian dipped the brush in ink, began writing with fluid strokes. Actually, Lin Tian hadn’t specifically practiced brush writing nor understood the techniques, so at first glance, his calligraphy wasn’t particularly pleasing.

Yet after several looks, one would be deeply drawn in by his work; the fluid strokes were so carefree and unrestrained, possessing a certain aura.

Ling Shuiyao, growing up in a scholarly family, naturally had good brush skills and discernment that surpassed most. Her standards for good calligraphy were high, but seeing Lin Tian’s writing surprised her.

Lin Tian’s writing didn’t follow any formal rules but had a distinctive charm as if it possessed a soul. Some people’s brushwork appears very polished; even imitating Wang Xizhi’s "Lanting Preface" might look convincing, but always lacked something.

Now Ling Shuiyao understood—the missing element was the soul. Every calligrapher’s work has a unique charm; that’s its soul.

The Miss wasn’t seeing Lin Tian’s writing for the first time, yet still enchanted by his aura. Suddenly she thought that if handwriting reflects the person, might not swordsmanship reflect it too? Her own swordsmanship had restrictions—shouldn’t it be more carefree and unrestrained?

The two women were so absorbed watching Lin Tian write that they temporarily forgot the content, meaning Lin Tian’s writing had more allure than the Mo Blade Technique itself.

Lin Tian remained unaware of the women’s thoughts, continuing to write swiftly, even faster than Hou Xinchang.

Finishing the final stroke, Lin Tian put down the brush and exhaled: "Finally done..."

Transcribing what’s in the mind onto paper showcases humans’ greatest potential—it is civilization’s legacy. How many works from the ancients have survived centuries thanks to brush and paper?

𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

These works inspire future generations, birthing new ideas passed down from one generation to the next. Humanity may perish, but ideas can persist.

The Mo Blade Technique wasn’t Lin Tian’s creation, but transcribing it felt like rehearsing it a thousand times in his mind, deepening his understanding.

"Unfortunately, it’s not complete," Lin Tian said again.

The two women exchanged glances, then began reading Lin Tian’s "journal." As they read, they began to sweat, not from heat but from noticing discrepancies between the two "journals."

They had a hunch—the path suggested by Hou Xinchang’s "journal" might cause True Qi to become chaotic, risking injury or total internal energy loss.

"That Hou Xinchang is truly malicious, leaving hidden tricks even at the end. We were too lenient with him," Ling Shuiyao said indignantly.

Lin Tian remained unfazed, smiling calmly, "You think my parting gift was only to ruin his martial arts? Soon he’ll discover that not only has he lost his martial prowess—he’s also less of a man. As for keeping lovers, well, eunuch might be more fitting for him."

Such candid talk about men’s matters would usually earn Lin Tian some disdainful looks from the two women, but now they felt vindicated.

"How did you know the true Mo Blade Technique?" Ling Shuiyao stared curiously at Lin Tian’s journal.

"I won’t fabricate a lie for these two beautiful ladies, so let’s just call it a secret," Lin Tian replied lightly.

The Miss had grown accustomed to Lin Tian’s wonders, but in Ling Shuiyao’s eyes, Lin Tian gained an extra layer of mystery.

"Not knowing when the Mo Blade Technique will be whole," the Miss sighed a little, as every Ancient Martial Artist harbors regret and anticipation for lost ancient techniques.

"That, I don’t know. Unless we catch a few more Japanese, if lucky, we might uncover the complete version," Lin Tian joked.

"I hear you’re missing some parts; I wonder if adding mine will complete it?" A pleasant female voice came from outside the door.