What the Beggar Said Actually Works

Xu Siya chuckled, too lazy to pay Qin Hao any more attention.

What could a beggar possibly know about swordplay?

The Azure Wind Sword Art she was practicing was her Xu family's ancestral sword technique. She had been practicing it since childhood, for nearly twenty years. This beggar had merely glanced at it—what could he possibly see?

She continued practicing her swordplay according to her own understanding.

The sword light flashed again, every move and stance flowing like water and moving clouds.

"Why not try lowering your center of gravity? I really feel it would improve your technique."

Qin Hao, standing to the side, spoke up again. "When you turn, your center of gravity is too high. Lowering it will help you transition to the next move much better."

Watching Xu Siya practice, Qin Hao felt an indescribable sense of awkwardness in his heart.

He also felt very strange at this moment. What exactly did he do before he lost his memories?

Why was it that, in his eyes, Xu Siya's every move not only revealed the specific circulation routes of her spiritual energy, but his mind also subconsciously identified the flaws and formulated improvements?

Qin Hao was puzzled, but no one could answer his questions.

"Stop distracting me, just do your own thing," Xu Siya said to Qin Hao, simultaneously swinging her sword faster, trying to drown out his voice with her dense sword strikes.

"I've practiced this sword art for over a decade. My father, the City Lord of Northern Profound City, has taught me since I was young, and this is exactly how he instructed me. Even if I'm not as good as this beggar, could it be that my father, a grand Tribulation Crossing Realm mighty figure, understands my Xu family's ancestral sword art less than a beggar does?"

"Impossible," Xu Siya muttered to herself.

She continued practicing her sword art—once, twice, three times.

Every repetition was like a copy-and-paste, without the slightest difference.

But on the fourth time, as if guided by ghosts and gods, Xu Siya subconsciously lowered her center of gravity.

Just by that little bit, the moment she turned her sword stance, she distinctly felt her body was much steadier and more compact than before. Even her rotational speed had increased by thirty percent.

This startled her, almost causing her to mess up her sword stance.

She immediately sheathed her longsword and stood in place, panting heavily. It wasn't out of exhaustion, but because the shock in her heart made it hard for her to breathe.

"It really improved, and it's a massive improvement. It was clearly just a tiny change, but it actually brought me such a huge enhancement!"

After lowering her center of gravity, Xu Siya discovered that not only did the transition to the next move become incredibly smooth, but the lingering sense of stagnation also vanished. Her entire person felt as if pushed by an invisible force, allowing the sword moves to be executed in an endless, unbroken chain.

She turned her head to look at Qin Hao standing nearby, her eyes full of disbelief.

"You..."

Xu Siya wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

Qin Hao looked at her blankly and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Xu Siya forced a somewhat stiff twitch of her lips, then gave Qin Hao an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, I was prejudiced earlier. I made the improvement just like you said, and it really did enhance my technique."

Pausing for a moment, Xu Siya then asked, "I want to ask, have you also practiced the Azure Wind Sword Art before? Otherwise, why could you tell where I needed improvement with just a single glance? Even my father, a mighty figure at the Tribulation Crossing Realm, couldn't do that."

The shock in Xu Siya's heart simply couldn't be expressed in words. She had practiced this sword art for over ten years and had been guided by her father countless times. She could perform this ancestral sword art with her eyes closed.

Yet, for over a decade, she had never noticed the detail of needing to lower her center of gravity.

However, this beggar had immediately pointed out her shortcoming with just a single glance. This couldn't help but make Xu Siya suspect: had this person practiced the Azure Wind Sword Art before?

That shouldn't be possible. This was her Xu family's ancestral sword art!

Qin Hao scratched his head, his face full of bewilderment.

"I don't know either. I don't remember anything, much less this Azure Wind Sword Art you're talking about."

Qin Hao thought for a moment, then pointed to his own eyes.

"It's just that when I saw you practicing your sword, the flaws naturally appeared in my mind."

Xu Siya frowned. "You just naturally knew my flaws by seeing me practice? How did you know? There must have been some sort of sign."

Qin Hao shook his head. "There doesn't seem to be any sign. These eyes of mine can not only see the trajectory of your spiritual energy circulation and the flaws in your sword stance, but they can also directly deduce the effects of improvements in my mind."

"This feeling is like it's innate, like an instinct of my body. There aren't any signs."

Hearing this, Xu Siya hastily leaned in close to Qin Hao, carefully examining his eyes.

However, Qin Hao's body had already been placed under a restriction by Qin Wuya. Unless Qin Hao actively revealed it, others simply couldn't see anything special about him.

If even Immortal Emperors couldn't do it, let alone Xu Siya, who was merely at the Nascent Soul Realm.

"Hmm? Your eyes don't seem like anything special. Beggar, you wouldn't be lying to me, would you?"

Qin Hao blinked innocently. "I didn't lie to you. I'm very honest; everything I said is the truth."

Xu Siya was leaning in very close. Looking at Qin Hao's handsome face, coupled with his incredibly innocent expression at this moment, a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

He was obviously so handsome and carried an air of nobility that made people feel he was out of their league, yet he looked like a naive child who had never experienced the world. This contrast made Xu Siya feel very strange inside.

She wanted to protect him and not let others bully him.

But at the same time—

Xu Siya secretly felt a slight urge to bully Qin Hao herself, feeling that teasing him would be very interesting.

The surging emotions in her heart made Xu Siya's cheeks flush red. She hastily turned her head away, not daring to look at Qin Hao anymore.

"What's wrong?" Qin Hao looked completely bewildered.

That expression, that demeanor, pierced straight into Xu Siya's heart.

"Hey, please, don't put on such an innocent expression, okay? I really don't fall for that."

Xu Siya took a deep breath. After calming her emotions, she asked Qin Hao,

"By the way, I brought you back home, but I still don't even know your name. What are you called?"

Qin Hao shook his head. "I can't remember. Who I am, where I came from, where I am going—I can't remember any of it."

When Qin Hao said this, there was no sorrow or anxiety on his face, only a pure sort of bewilderment.

This purely innocent little expression completely melted Xu Siya's heart.

At the same time, a sour feeling rose in Xu Siya's heart. "He lost his memories, and he was inexplicably dragged into the matters between Lin Yi and me. So pitiful."

Thinking of this, Xu Siya said to Qin Hao,

"It's okay. If you can't remember, then take your time. You'll remember eventually. For now, you can just stay here with me with peace of mind. I'll have someone make arrangements for you."