e at the herb.
"Zzz—"
The lightning barrier around the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass deflected the attack.
Enclosed by the barrier, the herb danced its leaves as if mocking Qin Yi.
"You think a shell can protect you? Watch me break it!" Enraged, Qin Yi relentlessly slashed with his broken sword, each swing faster than the last.
Each strike left shallow marks on the barrier but did not breach it.
Frustrated, Qin Yi felt an urge to vent his anger.
"How can this be? My sword draw is fast! Isn’t speed invincible?" Qin Yi questioned himself, recalling the elder’s techniques.
Qin Yi stopped attacking and fell into deep thought.
Time passed.
"Hahaha! I finally understand!" Qin Yi laughed, his eyes brightening. Channeling his lightning power, purple-gold lightning appeared on his hand.
Placing his hand on the sword hilt, a powerful energy gathered. The herb responded by reinforcing its barrier with lightning from its leaves.
"Futile effort, break for me!" Qin Yi smiled. A sharp, destructive sword light struck the barrier.
"Zzz—"
The purple-gold sword blade split the barrier, making cracks appear. The blade spun before the barrier, widening the cracks. Qin Yi's smile deepened.
"The key to the Instant Thunder Sword is in the pre-draw buildup—retreating to advance, all to strike a supreme blow. I misunderstood it initially," Qin Yi realized.
This insight would not only elevate his strength but also greatly aid him upon returning to his sect.
"Big brother, don’t kill me, I’ll give you a leaf," a childish voice suddenly reached Qin Yi's ears, startling him. His face was a picture of disbelief, his mouth agape.
"You... you... you can talk?!"
Chapter Twenty-One: Saving Master, Acquiring the Treasure Herb
"Why wouldn’t I be able to speak?!" a childish voice emanated from the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass, causing Qin Yi to shiver.
"Alright, you little thing, I just wanted one of your leaves, and you had to strike me with lightning! You've got some nerve!" Qin Yi angrily reprimanded the herb, pointing accusingly at it.
"Kid, do you even understand the significance of one of my leaves? Are you looking to die?!" The Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass was furious, a thread of anger in its tone.
"Come on, you won't even spare a single leaf? You're so petty, downright stingy," Qin Yi shook his head and sighed.
"What do you mean, petty?! How dare you call me stingy, you uncultured pig!" the herb retorted, raising its leaves in a show of indignation.
Hearing himself being called an uncultured pig, Qin Yi's anger flared up.
"Alright, you've got guts, little one. I'll show you why flowers are so red today!" Qin Yi charged at the herb, swinging his fis
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