It's just that, no matter how well you chop... what's the point?

In the world of cultivation, it's all about cultivation level and true essence—who the hell competes in chopping firewood?

Even if you can split wood shavings, so what?

At most, it just makes starting a fire a bit easier. As for combat... forget about it.

However, while it can't be used in battle, one has to admit, this kind of firewood-chopping "technique" is truly ingenious. It allows you to find the structure and grain of the wood for splitting, so that no matter how hard the wood is, a single strike can split it open with ease.

You don't even need a knife—bamboo slats or wooden sticks can do the job.

Pushing these thoughts aside, Samuel Clark stared intently at the withered tree in front of him. In the blink of an eye, the grain and structure of the trunk appeared before his eyes, no longer holding any mystery.

"Let's begin!"

Taking a deep breath, Samuel Clark brought the hatchet down.

……

Emily Green, who was hiding herself, couldn't help but look toward the direction of the sound.

She saw, not far away, a young man holding a hatchet, quietly standing in place. Wisps of holy essence and true intent drifted from his body. In an instant, his figure merged with nature, merged with the Dao, as if he were the only person in all of heaven and earth.

Like an immortal, like a sage!

The hatchet fell, without any fluctuation of true qi, nor any sign of magical power, tracing a perfect arc through the air, as if the Dao itself was being revealed.

The tree trunk was sliced down like tofu, the cut surface smooth to the extreme, like a polished stone slab.

With several strikes in a row, the withered tree, which hadn't even completely fallen yet, instantly turned into neatly cut logs of equal length and thickness, not off by even a hair—more precise than machine cutting.

Crash!

They fell to the ground, piling up together.

"What... what exquisite swordsmanship..."

Teeth chattering, Emily Green's delicate body went rigid: "Is this... a peerless master?"

Chapter 11: Training the Eye

Some super experts in Great Yan Prefecture, using magic and primordial spirit, might be able to do this as well, but this young man didn't use a trace of true essence—he relied entirely on the means of an ordinary person...

That's terrifying!

Not only his eyesight, movements, speed, and timing were freakishly precise, but his control over his muscles and neural reactions must have reached a truly astonishing level!

So many strikes, all completed in the few breaths it took for the withered tree to fall—even a hair's breadth of error could have ruined the result, yet he made not a single mistake!

This level of control is beyond imagination!

And most crucially, after finishing, he wasn't even excited—he just shook his head, looking a bit disappointed... which means, for him, this was nothing special.

This... is just too defiant of the heavens!

When did Zhenxian Sect get such a powerful expert?

"Could it be... that senior?"

A peerless sword immortal is rare even in Great Yan Prefecture; it's impossible for two to appear in one place. Most likely, this is the master who taught her swordsmanship in the residence but never showed his face!

As for his youthful appearance... many experts who have lived for hundreds of years still look young. There's even a legend of a great demon king who lived for thousands of years and still looked like a child.

So, appearance doesn't represent strength or age.

"If it really is that senior, that would be wonderful..."

She'd been wondering how to enter the residence and what means to use to become his disciple, but who would've thought she'd be so lucky to meet him here.

This is the best opportunity—she absolutely can't miss it!

Thinking of this, she didn't hesitate any longer. She hurried forward a couple of steps and knelt on the ground: "Disciple Evelyn Green of Zhenxian Sect, fortunate to have received swordsmanship guidance from senior, has gained much insight. I humbly ask senior to accept me as a disciple!"

Samuel Clark was startled.

When did this person get here?

How terrifying!

Looks like, before you have strength, it's best not to wander around outside, or you won't even know how you died!

Forcing down his shock, Samuel Clark waved his hand: "Friend, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

He didn't have any cultivation at all—what could he possibly teach!

Emily Green was stunned as well.

The voice that taught her swordsmanship last night was sharp and piercing, but this young man's was calm and warm—clearly two different people.

"Last night, senior taught me swordsmanship. I've already comprehended part of it..."

She paused, then asked tentatively.

"You must be mistaken. I've never met you, let alone taught you swordsmanship..." Samuel Clark gave a wry smile.

Even becoming a disciple can be a mistake...

This person is really something!

Hearing how certain he sounded, Emily Green became a bit confused.

A master of this level couldn't possibly lie to someone as insignificant as her—there's no need, and he wouldn't stoop so low. If he says so... could it really not be him from last night?

Could Zhenxian Sect actually be hiding two peerless sword immortals unknown to the world?

No wonder it's a sect with ten thousand years of heritage—its foundation truly runs deep!

But... in that case, which one should I take as my master?

For a moment, she was conflicted.

She didn't know how strong the senior who taught her yesterday was, but with just a few words, he helped her break through her bottleneck and defeat James Lee—that alone showed his power.

As for this one, without using true essence, divine sense, or magical power, just with pure muscle control, his swordsmanship was so precise and powerful that it was simply unimaginable...