Chapter 347

One who holds a sword should follow their heart's desire.

Slay what is unjust in your heart, execute what displeases you, defend the Dao in your heart, destroy what you wish to destroy.

When you can freely accomplish any of the above, that shows you have already reached the pinnacle.

As for which pinnacle, that depends on how far you can go.

You should know, the Dao has no bounds, and the way of the sword is no different.

Having said that, Miu Zizhu halted the motion in her hands.

Her demeanor naturally shifted once more.

She went straight from resembling a sword-wielding heavenly empress of the Nine Heavens to being a girl next door.

Only Lin Bai and the three others remained immersed in the words she had just spoken.

Behind them, the split purple bamboo leaves lay scattered across the ground.

Understood?

Upon hearing this, Lin Bai and the three others nodded thoughtfully.

You too, go to the other side and draw your swords a hundred thousand times, then we'll talk.

Hold on, before that, first sweep clean the purple bamboo leaves behind you.

…

Soon after.

On the other side of the cottage, a tidy scene appeared.

Shi Hao continuously threw punches to the left and right.

Lin Bai, Hua Qingyu, and Yun Lan were all continuously drawing and sheathing their swords, drawing swords~

Those who didn't know would think they'd gone crazy.

Beside the purple bamboo cottage, Miu Zizhu simply watched the scene in silence.

I never thought the Sect Master would assign this immortal such a simple first task.

This immortal's cultivation has reached the tenfold peak of the Immortal King; teaching a few little brats to cultivate— isn't that as easy as turning over one's hand?

Let this immortal think— just now I made something up off the cuff… came up with a bit; what should I teach them next?

Eh! Got it.

Why not let them draw swords another hundred thousand times, and throw punches another hundred thousand times~

……

Meanwhile.

Xianlan Prefecture, Xianqing Academy.

At this moment, in the forbidden grounds of Xianqing Academy, uh... should I say the location, or is it still those three familiar figures?

Old Man Lian, what does the Immortal Sect say?

Are we holding the three palaces' disciples' grand competition on schedule after fifteen days, or what?

One of the elders nervously spoke up.

You should know, the present Qingyun Immortal Sect is not the Qingyun of before.

No, that's not right either.

Back then they were strong, but they didn't realize— at that time they issued the invitation to the grand competition in order to oppose the realm lord.

Now the realm lord has likely turned to ashes? Qingyun has leapt from a sect long unheard of to become the ruler of the twelve heavenly domains of the entire immortal realm.

With the sect this strong, how could the disciples be weak?

This will surely have our disciples beaten until they're looking for their teeth on the ground.

At this moment another figure interjected: "Actually, I feel this might not be a bad thing."

You think, the Immortal Sect is so mighty; our disciples being fortunate enough to spar with its disciples— even if they lose, it's still honor in defeat.

But we fear that some defeated disciples might develop inner demons or have unstable hearts; but what would our academy do with such disciples?

Having said that, the two of them again looked toward the elder sitting in the middle.

Alright, alright, you all stop guessing wildly.

The Immortal Sect means the disciples' grand competition will still be held, but the time must be reset, postponed to ten years later.

Ten years isn't long; it can be said to be quite short.

It's shorter than a closed-door retreat.

Old Man Lian, is the Immortal Sect really deciding like this? But why postpone ten years?

You ask me, I ask who to go to?

Don't dawdle, hurry and pass the word down.

……

At the same time.

Qingyun Sect, Qingyun Hall.

System, does postponing the ten-year task still count?

【「Ding, no problem, my lord, all tasks have no time limit. 」】

"That's excellent," hearing the system's reply in his mind, Feng Qingyang seated on the main seat nodded.

Right, since there's no time limit, we might as well pick up the previous grand competition task; anyway, we can now easily travel through the Huangwu Realm.

This way we can get a reward for free~

It's just that we'll have to trouble the heaven's pride of the Huangwu Realm; I don't know what they'll feel seeing the Qingyun disciples they have to compete with are either supremes or great emperors.

【「Ding, my lord, you actively gave it up......】

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore."

"After claiming this round's reward, I'll ascend directly."

"Feng Qingyang said that and then exited the system interface; he couldn't even stall a bug—what the hell is this, you say?"

"If you give up, you can't pick it back up?"

"You haven't heard the saying 'a prodigal's return is worth more than gold'?"

"Um... it's just the system; maybe it really hasn't heard of it."

"As for why it's delayed ten years, don't ask—asking is just to show off."

"Ten years outside, fifty thousand years inside the Time-Space Tower."

"By then, adding the Sect Cultivation One-Key Upgrade Card I obtained, my sect's disciples' cultivation will be off the charts, right?"

"Soon after."

"Within the various gates and peaks of Qingyun Sect, an order was transmitted."

"The disciple grand competition of the Three Palaces, set to begin in fifteen days, will be postponed until ten years later."

"All sect disciples must continue to strive in cultivation; in ten years, let us display the might of our Qingyun disciples."

"The order was quickly relayed by the stewards of each gate, immediately causing an uproar among the disciples."

"Ten years? That's so long!"

"Great! Train for ten years on the Time-Space Dao Platform, then join the disciple grand competition—by then we'll crush the Immortal Realm's heavenly pride, how awesome!"

"Come on, let's keep cultivating; to prepare for the grand competition in fifteen days, I've already left seclusion."

"Time passed, and in the blink of an eye it was three days later."

"At this moment, beside the small bamboo hut in the Purple Bamboo Immortal Forest."

"Purple Bamboo Elder, the three days are up; we should head out, right?"

"Not far from the bamboo hut, Shi Hao repeatedly threw and retracted punches while asking."

"Not far from him were three figures—namely Lin Bai and his two companions."

"At this moment they were also repeatedly performing the motions in their hands, gradually speeding up."

"Each held their own three-foot blue-green blade."

"Pulling it out, sheathing it, pulling it out, sheathing it."

"No need; at most three days, that's the rule—but as the immortal who oversees the Purple Bamboo Immortal Forest, I can let you stay as long as I wish."

"(The Sect Master indicated...)"

"Don't stop, keep going—after a hundred thousand repetitions, do another hundred thousand."

"Upon hearing Shi Hao's words."

"By the bamboo hut, Miu Zizhu was flipping through a manual, replying without looking up."

"The sect's Technique Hall actually contains so many techniques! It's terrifying!"

"This Immortal Emperor-level technique is truly profound."

"Miu Zizhu's eyes flashed with shock, feeling moved as she spoke."

"..."

"Time swiftly passed; over the next period, the Immortal Realm remained tranquil, without any disturbance."

"Thanks to the Qingyun Immortal Sect, the ruler of the Immortal Realm, the Qinggu Heavenly Realm swiftly rose, instantly becoming the strongest of the Twelve Heavenly Realms."

"Countless wandering cultivators and powerful figures flocked in, and emerging forces sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain."

"With such momentum, the situation in the Qinggu Heavenly Realm is exceedingly favorable."

"In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed."