The Hedonist Sword God

Since the first day he began training and repeated sword slashes continuously, it had been almost a week and Jian Shen was finally noticing the effects it had on him.

Because now, after a long time he was finally regaining that previous sensation which made him feel like his sword had limitless range to it.

But still, even though Jian Shen now felt the closest he ever did to comprehending this mysterious feeling, there was still an invisible wall that was blocking him.

Therefore he couldn't help but feel frustrated, and try to swing his sword with more power and speed.

Unfortunately, all this did was exhaust Jian Shen's body even quicker than the norm.

However, Qingyu quite liked this. Because after Jian Shen increased the intensity of his training, he removed the robes on his upper half and revealed his muscles which got perfectly toned due to his pure physical training.

Licking her lips from how the boy in front of her was looking more and more like the Jian Shen she knew, Qingyu who was resigned to dying started wanting to live and spend more time with him.

But what use was it to want something, which was impossible to achieve? The poison had already permeated too deep inside her body. And what made it worse, was the fact that this poison had no cure at all.

Sighing from why fate was so cruel to have made Jian Shen reborn after such a long time, and let her meet him when she was at the end of life span, Qingyu held back the tears which were threatening to leak out of her eyes.

Rubbing her eyes dry, Qingyu shook her head and regained her composure.

Walking close to Jian Shen, whose upper half was looking very sexy due to the glistening sweat stuck to it, Qingyu gulped and unconsciously placed her hands on his abs.

"Hmmm?"

Stopping abruptly midswing, Jian Shen who was lost in training turned and looked at Qingyu who had an embarrassed look on her face.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt your training! I.... I'm going to go!"

Smiling at how he was used to Qingyu behaving like this from time to time, Jian Shen held her by the hand and stopped her.

"If you are free right now, how about helping me train my strength?"

"Really?"

Asking with a huge bright smile, Qingyu repeatedly nodded her head as if afraid that he would change his mind.

Since Jian Shen needed a huge amount of strength and stamina to swing his sword continuously all day long, other than eating bigger portions of food, he even started to train his muscles.

Therefore other than swinging his sword, Jian Shen tool turns to do as many push-ups as possible before sleeping to let his muscles grow stronger.

Unfortunately, while this did show a lot of effect in the first few days, after a while Jian Shen could feel that normal push-ups no longer had any effect on him.

Due to this, he started placing weights on him to increase the pressure on his muscles and help them grow.

But, every time he placed some weight on his back, it would fall down various times and forced him to stop and replace the weights on him many times.

Noticing this Qingyu who was looking for an opportunity to be closer to Jian Shen, suggested that he could use her body as a weight.

And since that day, every night when Jian Shen would start doing push-ups, Qingyu would happily sit on his lower back with a dreamy look on her face.

Like every day, Jian Shen did around 400 push-ups with Qingyu on his back, and had a sweet meal, which he was used to by now.

"Jain Shen, could you wait for a while? There's something I want to talk to you about."

Nodding his head, Jian Shen gave Qingyu a hand in cleaning the table after.

Once done, the both of them sat opposite to each other on the table.

"I've noticed it that your form when swinging the sword has gotten a lot better than the first day. But, you've reached your limit, right?"

Despite unwilling to admit, Jian Shen nodded his head, "Yes. No matter how much I try to not think about it, I can feel that doing the same thing won't help me surpass my limit."

Smiling brightly Qingyu said, "Admitting that is the first step. I was afraid that you would be too headstrong or arrogant to admit it."

"Huh?"

"Never mind about that, and listen to what I'm saying. The reason why you feel like that, is because you aren't training with a real sword."

"Sure, once you've trained on the Path of Sword, even a blade of grass can be used to split a mountain. However, for someone like you who is training, a wooden sword can only get you so far, before you need to switch to a real sword."

As Qingyu kept on explaining, Jian Shen's eyes turned wider until they couldn't expand anymore, and his pupils were so bright as if he just gained enlightenment.

"And so, from tomorrow onwards, don't use that wooden sword to train. Use this one."

Saying so Qingyu placed the black sword with a white phoenix pattern on the table.

"While you can use the Heavenly Dragon Sword as well, that sword focuses more on strength. While this is more agile and graceful. Just what you need right now."

Picking up the Ethereal Pheonix Sword with his hands, Jian Shen felt the same soul chilling cold from it spread throughout his body.

In fact, the cold was even greater than before, since he was a pure mortal without any cultivation whatsoever.

But still, Jian Shen didn't drop the sword and held it with a determination since it would be a disgrace for the sword to be dropped.