Chapter 466: Master Master Jian Sheng's Arrival

The Master Master Jian Sheng's personal arrival and the intense combat pushed the atmosphere at the scene to its peak.

The million outer sect disciples were all blood-boiling; given their status, it was extremely difficult to see this strongest figure of the Sword Ancestor Holy Land on a daily basis, and they only occasionally had the chance to listen to a Sage preach.

Many inner sect prodigies also had solemn expressions, containing hidden heat and excitement; if they could display their own talent and gain the Master Master Jian Sheng's favor, they might not lack the opportunity to receive his teachings.

However, the most dazzling person at this moment was a Saintess standing before the Master Master Jian Sheng.

Bian Ruxue.

As the youngest among the Saintesses, she had been the center of attention since arriving at the Sword Ancestor Holy Land. At this moment, she stood obediently before the Master Master Jian Sheng, her clear and beautiful face revealing a hint of detachment and liveliness, making countless people envious.

Being able to directly apprentice under the Master Master Jian Sheng meant her background was at the top level among all the Saint Sons and Saintesses!

At this moment, following the announcement of the rules and the selection of the top hundred, the three pairs of first-round combatants were soon called to the stage.

Two of the pairs were duels between inner sect prodigies, while the other was a duel between an inner sect prodigy and a Saint Son.

This Saint Son was none other than the Saint Son Wuhen, whom Li Hao knew.

When fishing at Sword Cliff previously, Li Hao and Qiu Wuhen could be considered acquaintances, though they had only exchanged a few idle words and were not close.

Li Hao knew that the other party used fishing to comprehend sword intent, and his strength was extremely formidable.

At this moment, as the Saint Son stepped onto the stage, most eyes gathered there.

After twenty consecutive days of fighting, the Saint Sons and Saintesses had not yet taken the stage; this could be considered the first time they could witness the combat power of the Saint Sons.

The inner sect prodigy dueling with Qiu Wuhen was a successful defender from the previous ring battles, named Luo Cheng, whose fame was extremely resounding among the inner sect disciples.

At this moment, as the ring's formation solidified, the battle began instantly.

Compared to Qiu Wuhen's detachment, Luo Cheng's eyes were filled with cold arrogance, but he did not act carelessly; instead, he directly mobilized the power of heaven and earth, simultaneously triggering the Extreme Realm he had not previously revealed! "It's the Divine Power Extreme Realm, and that vortex—it's the Heaven and Earth Pulse!"

The million outer sect disciples off-stage all exclaimed; the Extreme Realm was the aspiration of every outer sect disciple.

After accumulating power with his physical strength and the Heaven and Earth Pulse, Luo Cheng exploded forward, his body disappearing as if teleporting!

Return to Ruins Extreme Realm!

This scene caused the eyes of the six Semi-Sages off-stage to narrow slightly.

Mastering the Return to Ruins Extreme Realm meant that, at the very least, one's self-preservation ability was more than sufficient; for the time being, below the Semi-Sage level, there were few means capable of perceiving the Return to Ruins Extreme Realm! At this point, it was a test of each other's calculations and predictions.

Pfft! The instant he appeared via Return to Ruins teleportation, Luo Cheng arrived at Qiu Wuhen's side—not behind him—and slashed out with a sword. It actually tore Qiu Wuhen's shoulder directly; this was only because Qiu Wuhen reacted extremely quickly and dodged rapidly, otherwise half his body would have been gone!

In the first exchange, the Saint Son was injured, causing the million disciples off-stage to exclaim.

After a brief pause, Luo Cheng disappeared again via Return to Ruins teleportation, and when he reappeared, he was directly in front of Qiu Wuhen, still delivering an extremely fierce and sharp sword strike.

The sword light pierced straight at Qiu Wuhen's head, but Qiu Wuhen's reaction was also extremely fast; the moment the sword light hit, he tilted his head slightly, causing the sword light to only graze his cheek.

Luo Cheng's expression turned cold; for the third Return to Ruins teleportation, he appeared above Qiu Wuhen's head, every attack angle extremely tricky.

This sword strike seemed as if it would split the earth, but unexpectedly, it was dodged by Qiu Wuhen turning slightly to the side.

Luo Cheng's eyes widened in shock.

His body suddenly retreated violently, opening up distance.

Off-stage, Li Hao saw the thousands of strands of sword intent condensing in the ring and shook his head slightly, knowing that Luo Cheng was about to lose unless he had other means.

"Wuhen, that child, has achieved Great Completion in sword intent!"

"Thousand-Strand Sword Intent; Luo Cheng doesn't even know he has already been entangled by the sword intent."

"To actually use this sword intent to barely capture the movement of the Return to Ruins teleportation—it seems the other Saint Sons will have to be careful when they battle him next!"

Elder Yao Zu and the other Semi-Sages off-stage were also watching this battle, their eyes revealing a hint of solemnity and emotion.

Being able to barely capture the Extreme Realm through sword intent alone was too terrifying.

At this moment, the million outer sect disciples outside the ring were waving their arms and shouting Luo Cheng's name.

Being able to suppress a Saint Son was too powerful.

Swoosh! Luo Cheng's fourth Return to Ruins teleportation appeared, this time still cutting toward Qiu Wuhen's front.

But as his figure was revealed, suddenly, Qiu Wuhen drew his sword. The scabbardless, rust-covered Tetanus Sword at his waist was suddenly whipped out, the rust on it vibrating, and with a 'Bang', it directly pierced through Luo Cheng's body.

With one sword, he lifted him up on the blade!

The cheering off-stage stopped abruptly as if their throats had been cut; everyone widened their eyes, faces full of disbelief.

Luo Cheng, who had been attacking aggressively just a moment ago, was suddenly skewered in the blink of an eye! "You..."

Luo Cheng also noticed the faint line marks on his body at this moment, immediately thinking of the other party's reputation, and his expression couldn't help but turn ugly.

Qiu Wuhen shook his arm and retracted his sword, his eyes remaining as detached as when he stepped onto the stage, without a ripple.

Luo Cheng knew that the other party had shown mercy; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to parry the consecutive attacks after the first sword strike hit.

"I lost."

Luo Cheng lowered his head, his expression somewhat pained; was this the strength of a Saint Son?

What made him feel stifled was that the other party hadn't even revealed his Extreme Realm, yet had defeated him relying solely on sword intent!

As the winner was decided, the million disciples off-stage gradually came to their senses, all stunned.

At this moment, some realized that Qiu Wuhen hadn't used his Extreme Realm at all, and hadn't truly gone all out! "Too strong, is this the strength of a Saint Son?"

"Defeating an Extreme Realm while in a normal state—this is too exaggerated; I didn't even understand it!"

"I had already sensed something was wrong; Saint Son Wuhen didn't even use Return to Ruins to dodge, likely because he didn't intend to reveal it."

"Saint Son Wuhen is so strong, why didn't he use Return to Ruins to dodge instantly before attacking? Being injured repeatedly before was too pathetic."

"Pathetic? What's pathetic about being injured? Didn't you see that Saint Son Wuhen's wounds have already healed?"

"But winning like this isn't elegant enough; he clearly had the chance to be unscathed."

"Can elegance be eaten? What do you think a Saint Son is? Wasting his own strength just to show off? Saint Sons are all tempered through hundreds of battles; they can use any means to win. Winning is elegance!"

The crowd off-stage discussed heatedly, all feeling the terror of the Saint Sons from this battle.

Qiu Wuhen turned and left the stage, and the dozen or so other Saint Sons and Saintesses elsewhere also had solemn expressions.

Only a few remained detached, unmoved.

Lin Qingying's eyes flickered, revealing a hint of contemplation; the other party's sword intent was somewhat similar to her Supreme Soft Sword Intent, but there were also significant differences. If they met, she didn't know if she could win.

In this battle, Qiu Wuhen only revealed his sword technique, yet made many feel a sense of oppression.

As the battle stage cleared, new duels soon took the stage.

After several consecutive battles, another Saint Son was selected to fight an inner sect prodigy.

However, this inner sect disciple had not mastered the Return to Ruins Extreme Realm, though he possessed the Divine Power, Heaven and Earth Pulse, and Primordial Spirit Extreme Realms. After he exploded with all of them, the Saint Son simply used Return to Ruins teleportation to easily defeat him with one sword strike.

The ease of this battle made many realize that in the face of the Return to Ruins Extreme Realm, other Extreme Realms appeared somewhat weak.

After all, being unable to track the opponent, who came and went without a shadow, meant one could only be beaten passively; trying to counterattack was impossible as one couldn't catch up—it was too unsolvable.

Li Hao watched these exchanges, comparing them to the one he had killed at the Da Yu Imperial Palace.

At that time, he was still in the Great Peace Dao Realm and had expended great effort, ultimately relying on the Heavenly Zun's will to cut him down, but the current him wouldn't need such trouble.

The heated battles continued; after more than twenty matches, the Saint Sons and Saintesses had all taken the stage one after another, but without exception, they all won their battles.

Some won easily in one move, while others encountered tricky top inner sect prodigies who had mastered the Return to Ruins Extreme Realm, expending quite a bit of effort to win, which was already considered relatively pathetic.

Soon, Lin Qingying also took action; her luck seemed somewhat poor, as her opponent was actually a Saint Son! The competition was nearly halfway through, and this was the first appearance of a clash between a Saint Son and a Saintess. When this draw came out, the atmosphere at the scene instantly became explosive.

In the previous clashes, they basically hadn't seen the Saint Sons and Saintesses pushed to their limits; now that this battle was a clash between a dragon and a phoenix, there was clearly hope to see it.

All the disciples were extremely curious about the limits of these top prodigies within the Sword Ancestor Holy Land, wondering just what degree they could reach.

Lin Qingying frowned slightly, not expecting to have to use her true strength so soon.

Exposing it early would make it easy for others to investigate, which was disadvantageous for later battles, but there was no other way now.

"Oh my, why is Qingying so unlucky?"

"Qingying must win!"

Beside Li Hao, Lin Shanhai and the other alchemists were so angry they slapped their thighs; to draw a Saint Son during the points battle was just too unlucky! At this time, Lin Qingying and the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son she had drawn both descended onto the battle stage.

They looked at each other from afar, both knowing the other's situation. The Dragon-Slaying Saint Son sighed: "I didn't expect to duel you so soon. Very well, before I battle Haoyue, I'll warm up in advance."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd off-stage exclaimed in shock; facing a Saintess, he actually dared to speak such arrogant words—this Dragon-Slaying Saint Son was too domineering.

Lin Qingying's expression was indifferent, but she didn't speak, only slowly drawing the sword in her hand and holding it quietly.

As the formation sealed the area, the battle began.

The Dragon-Slaying Saint Son's eyes were cold; he drew his sword, but instead of charging, he walked toward Lin Qingying step by step.

Such a posture actually looked like mortals fighting, but the disciples off-stage all knew that even if a single goose feather fell onto the stage at this moment, it would instantly trigger a thunderous explosion.

Lin Qingying and the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son were both brewing their own momentum. When the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son stepped within ten zhang, Lin Qingying's eyes narrowed slightly.

Meanwhile, the instant she narrowed her eyes, the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son's body suddenly teleported and disappeared—Return to Ruins Extreme Realm! Bang! Suddenly, a roar like a dragon's chant rang out; the crimson-gold divine sword in the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son's hand erupted with a deafening whistle, appearing above Lin Qingying's head, and he slashed down fiercely! In the second after the opponent teleported and disappeared, Lin Qingying also teleported and disappeared; therefore, when the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son appeared, Lin Qingying's body happened to vanish, instead appearing behind him, the green sword in her hand swinging out softly, like a cloud sleeve being flicked.

But the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth instantly turned into sword light, piercing out violently.

The Dragon-Slaying Saint Son turned around abruptly, slashing with his sword light, as if he had also anticipated Lin Qingying's teleportation position.

The blue-gold sword lights touched, but did not erupt with the violent shock imagined; the crimson-gold sword light seemed to slash into cotton, actually having a feeling of sinking in. Subsequently, Lin Qingying's whole body bloomed with golden divine power, her arm strength exploding.

But the power she exploded with was like golden, brilliant clouds, soft and scattered, turning into firefly-like light that surrounded the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son.

The Dragon-Slaying Saint Son's expression changed slightly; he disappeared via Return to Ruins teleportation, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Lin Qingying.

But Lin Qingying didn't choose Return to Ruins this time; instead, she turned softly. The instant the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son's sword light thrust over, her turning seemed intentional or unintentional, causing the sword to pass through her arm and waist, while her sword light was like golden firelight, blowing onto the other party's face.

With several 'Pfft' sounds, the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son's face seemed to be sliced, instantly burning with several holes, dripping with blood.

"Damn it!"

The Dragon-Slaying Saint Son was somewhat shocked and angry, a domineering cold light shooting from his eyes. His sword path carried an imperial aura, accumulating sword intent by slaying dragons; at this moment, he radiated sword path deterrence, like a brilliant God Emperor standing in the field.

This deterrence, even with the formation blocking it, was felt by all the disciples off-stage, giving them a sense of fear, wanting to kneel and worship. Lin Qingying's eyes wavered, also affected, but her Supreme Soft Sword Path was silent and nourishing; this deterrence acted upon her body but passed through it, as if she were untargetable.

Swoosh! Her sword intent was like water, sliding away rapidly; seemingly soft, it directly pierced through the domineering sword strike the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son had slashed down, tearing another wound on his waist.

"Supreme Soft Sword Path, soft sword like water—truly troublesome."

On another holy stage, the dozen or so Saint Sons and Saintesses were also staring at this battle, all seeing that Lin Qingying's sword intent had already been cultivated to near perfection and Great Completion.

Looking at the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son, although his imperial momentum was strong, he happened to encounter the Supreme Soft Lin Qingying, and was somewhat countered.

Bang! Suddenly, a towering Dharma Image slowly emerged on the battle stage; it was clearly the appearance of the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son, but he wore white-gold robes and held a giant sword, like a divine emperor.

The momentum was towering, causing the clouds and mist on the mountaintop to ripple.

"Heaven and Earth Dharma Image—it's the Saint-Becoming Extreme Realm!"

Many disciples exclaimed; the Heaven and Earth Dharma Image was the third Extreme Realm, but it was also called the Saint-Becoming Extreme Realm because only by reaching this Extreme Realm could one become a Saint! Being able to condense the third Extreme Realm was enough to show that at the beginning of his cultivation path, he was a peerless monster whose heart could contain heaven and earth, looking down upon the universe.

As the Dharma Image reflected, angry killing intent appeared in the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son's eyes; he had originally intended to save these means for the battle with Haoyue, but now he had to use them in advance.

"Sword Emperor Boundless, Heaven and Earth Boundless Sword!!"

The Dragon-Slaying Saint Son roared, the Dharma Image merging with him. Simultaneously, he raised the divine sword in his hand, his Dao Domain expanding—it was actually a 21-layer Dao Domain! Under the layers of superposition, sword qi crisscrossed within the Dao Domain; as this sword slashed down, the entire battle stage was filled with sword qi.

If it were an open field, one could escape directly relying on the Return to Ruins Extreme Realm, but on this battle stage, even with Return to Ruins teleportation, one couldn't stay inside for long and would inevitably have to appear, and appearing meant suffering this indiscriminate range attack!

It was precisely because of considering the Return to Ruins Extreme Realm that the battle stage was set up to limit the range; otherwise, if both sides kept teleporting via Return to Ruins, they could fight until the end of time.

Facing the endless sword qi from all directions, Lin Qingying's figure turned into a blue light, suddenly teleporting via Return to Ruins—but not to dodge; instead, she closed in on the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son.

The sword light in her hand raised, and suddenly, the sound of ocean tides seemed to ring out.

Immediately following, endless waves swept out—Supreme Soft, yet also Supreme Hard! Softness could penetrate anything, and once it infiltrated, it was the sharpest sword qi.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!

Lin Qingying's sword qi also exploded into a range, enveloping the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son. The tidal sword intent surged out, actually passing through his Dharma Image and Dao Domain, piercing the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son's body with streaks of blood mist.

"You!"

The Dragon-Slaying Saint Son was shocked, anger in his eyes; enduring the heavy injuries all over his body, he slashed down with his sword.

Lin Qingying's expression changed slightly; she raised her hand and swung her sword. This sword strike seemed to press down the entire mountainside, and with a 'Bang', it sent his body flying.

With a 'Pfft', Lin Qingying spat out a mouthful of blood, her face pale, and then she teleported rapidly, turning into an extreme blue light, suddenly piercing through the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son's Dharma Image.

The sword qi on the battlefield also ceased; the Emperor Dharma Image dissipated. The Dragon-Slaying Saint Son's face was deathly pale; looking at the sword light on his chest, his eyes revealed misery and unwillingness, and even more anger at himself.

Lin Qingying retracted her sword, only glanced at him, and then turned away.

This battle concluded; the winner was decided.

The million outer sect disciples, including most inner sect disciples, hadn't seen how Lin Qingying had dispersed the Dharma Image at the end; seeing this grand battle end in the blink of an eye, they were all somewhat stunned.

But the dozen or so Saint Sons and Saintesses on the holy stage had solemn expressions.

They all saw that that sword strike was so soft it was nearly integrated into space—quite terrifying! As Lin Qingying returned and went back to the holy stage, many Saint Sons and Saintesses cast their gazes upon her, their eyes solemn.

Li Hao saw that Lin Qingying had won and also breathed a sigh of relief. The other party's sword intent still had small flaws, yet she had managed to win; fortunately, her opponent's sword intent was more brittle, possessing imperial arrogance but lacking true imperial domineering invincibility.

The imperial aura cultivated by slaying dragons was, after all, a bit weak.

True imperial aura should be the supreme domineering aura that reigns supreme over heaven and earth, before which even Sages bow.

Li Hao shook his head slightly; Lin Qingying's battle had been quite dangerous. When he had the chance later, he would help her paint the problems in her sword path.

While Li Hao was thinking this, Elder Yao Zu and the other six Semi-Sages also revealed smiles; that the Saint Sons and Saintesses within the Sword Ancestor Holy Land had such means also made them feel gratified.

The Dragon-Slaying Saint Son had triggered five Extreme Realms yet still lost; the insufficiency of his sword path caused his failure, while although Lin Qingying hadn't revealed a Heaven and Earth Dharma Image, her sword intent was near perfection, which could be considered a sword path prodigy rarely seen in a thousand years.

The battles on the stage continued; following consecutive second appearances and points accumulation, Qiu Wuhen and Lin Qingying were later selected to take the stage again, both facing inner sect disciples and winning easily.

Besides this, there were two other groups later where Saint Son-level clashes collided; one group fought to a standstill, both unleashing five Extreme Realms, their Heaven and Earth Dharma Images slashing and fighting on the stage, the momentum grand and grand, lasting for half an hour, ultimately ending with the other side winning miserably.

This battle made many disciples exclaim that it was satisfying, and they also felt shocked; these Saint Sons and Saintesses all seemed to possess Heaven and Earth Dharma Images.

Five Extreme Realms seemed to be the standard configuration for Saint Sons! The difference in remaining means depended on each other's Dao Domains, Dao Bodies, etc.

And the other Saint Son-level clash ended very quickly.

"Saint Son Haoyue actually defeated Saint Son Ziyang with one crescent moon sword strike; this is too strong!"

"I heard he cultivates the Sun and Moon Sword Technique, seeking the Great Harmony of Heaven and Earth, where the sun and moon are eternal."

"You all don't know, right? Among the Saint Sons and Saintesses, Saint Son Haoyue can be said to be in a league of his own. I heard his Dao Domain reached 30 layers thirty years ago!"

"30-layer Dao Domain? No way!"

"What's that? Saint Son Haoyue is also a natural Sun and Moon Sword Body; he has contained the two sword qi of the sun and moon in his body since birth. He is a very obvious reincarnation of a Sage, and he naturally opened up dual Yin and Yang pulses!"

"... Compared to Saint Son Haoyue, someone like me who was born with a Yang pulse is like a stray dog."

Seeing Saint Son Haoyue take action, the expressions of the many other Saint Sons and Saintesses became solemn; Saint Son Ziyang's Heaven and Earth Dharma Image and Return to Ruins Extreme Realm were actually cut off by Saint Son Haoyue with just one crescent moon sword strike.

Even the Return to Ruins Extreme Realm was avoided by the other party; this method was difficult to fathom—a bit terrifying! "That Saint Son Haoyue is too strong; I heard he was already the cream of the crop among Saint Sons thirty years ago. Now that thirty years have passed, his sword technique is even more terrifying."

Beside Li Hao, Lin Shanhai and the other alchemists were also discussing.

Although they only refined pills on weekdays, they were well-informed about all kinds of gossip.

"Defeating a Saint Son with one sword; if that girl Qingying meets him, she should just concede directly, preserve some strength, and fight for second place."

Zhao Yingzhen was full of worry and suggested to Lin Shanhai.

Lin Shanhai's eyes were full of worry; he thought so too, but he knew his granddaughter's temper. Retreat to fight for second? She looked soft and easygoing, but she was extremely proud in her bones—how could she bow her head!

The battle continued on the stage, and Uwen Haoyue, who had a tall figure and golden-colored eyes, walked straight to Lin Qingying.

"How about it? Have you considered the matter I told you about last time? Marry me."

Uwen Haoyue stood before Lin Qingying, but his words were shocking.

Hearing his words, the dozen or so Saint Sons and Saintesses around were all shocked, couldn't help but look at the other party, and then looked at Lin Qingying.

Uwen Haoyue was actually pursuing Lin Qingying?

This was shocking news; they had only just found out.

"You want to use me to practice your sword, to cut off your emotions and achieve your Great Harmony will—please choose someone else; forgive me for not accompanying you."

Lin Qingying frowned and said with a cold expression.

Uwen Haoyue's eyes revealed a hint of golden light, staring at her, and said: "Your Supreme Soft Sword Path is a minor path. If you submit to me, when I become a Saint in the future, I will also choose a Saint-Becoming Path for you as a reward; it is also the betrothal gift I give you!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, the other Saint Sons and Saintesses had flickering eyes, somewhat enlightened. No wonder; reaching their level, besides the sword, even if there were other miscellaneous emotions, they were few, and when weighing interests, they often chose to abandon them.

Saint Son Haoyue pursuing Lin Qingying was clearly a matter of losing more than gaining; after all, Lin Qingying also had her own sword path and couldn't easily agree. This pursuit was bound to be fruitless, or even laborious, but now listening to the conversation between the two, it was understandable.

A Saint-Becoming Path as a betrothal gift—these words made the eyes of the other Saintesses flicker slightly. Some had no reaction, but some had strange colors appearing in their eyes.

At the end of cultivation, what one seeks is nothing more than becoming a Saint, to exist for ten thousand years!

Although they were also Saint Son prodigies and had their own pride, they could also see that Uwen Haoyue was indeed much stronger than them.

"My sword path is not a minor path; even if it is a minor path, I will cultivate it into a Great Path!"

Seeing the other party belittle her sword path, Lin Qingying's eyes became even colder, and she said coldly: "Don't force me to draw my sword now!"

Uwen Haoyue frowned slightly, but a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes: "Then we shall see when the time comes!"

After speaking, he didn't say anything more, turned around, and returned to his position.

Lin Qingying's expression was cold; she turned her head and didn't pay any more attention.

The conversation here was sealed on the holy stage and did not spread. Except for the dozen or so Saint Sons and Saintesses who knew, the disciples off-stage still had their eyes gathered on the fierce battle on the battle stage.

And Li Hao, sitting in the floating seat, was bored, but noticed this scene. However, with the barrier covering it, he couldn't hear what was said, only seeing that Lin Qingying's expression was somewhat unpleasant.

As this battle of endurance and combat power extreme competition lasted for two days, the points battle finally ended.

Lin Qingying took action five times, won all of them, and squeezed into the top sixteen.

The other thirteen Saint Sons and Saintesses were also candidates for the top sixteen; no one was defeated or eliminated early.

And within the top sixteen, besides the fourteen Saint Sons and Saintesses, there were two top inner sect prodigies with extremely strong combat power who had only narrowly lost in previous clashes with other Saint Sons and Saintesses.

The top sixteen battle would take place tomorrow.

And today, after watching the battle for a long time, many disciples also felt somewhat tired, their brains swollen from absorbing too much, needing to go back and digest it well.

Li Hao also followed Lin Shanhai and the other alchemists back; he didn't go to find the Sword Master to fish today.

Upon returning to the Alchemist Courtyard, Li Hao saw that Lin Qingying had already returned to the courtyard a step ahead of them, still in her old place, sitting cross-legged to rest, her sword lying horizontally across her legs.

Li Hao thought for a moment, stepped forward, and said: "I watched your battle today; it was very exciting and very impressive."

Lin Qingying closed her eyes, seemingly unmoved, without reaction.

Li Hao said: "But some postures are not elegant enough; I would like to draw them for you to see, how about it?"

Lin Qingying opened her eyes. Last time Li Hao drew the flaws in her sword path, he used the same wording—elegant... This was a painter's way of speaking from the perspective of appearance.

Could it be that her sword intent still had flaws?

Lin Qingying looked at Li Hao, stared at him for a moment, and suddenly asked:

"What about your own sword technique? Are you not cultivating it anymore? I heard you passed Elder Yao Zu's test and entered the gate within ten days. Your sword path talent is considered top-tier among inner sect disciples; do you not plan to cultivate it?"

"How did you know?"

Li Hao was surprised; he hadn't publicized the fact that he had passed Elder Yao Zu's test, and others didn't even know such a thing had happened.

Lin Qingying frowned slightly, withdrew her gaze, and said detachedly: "If you want to draw, then draw."

Li Hao had sword path talent and could paint; she could also understand why he could draw the flaws in her sword path.

Seeing her agree, Li Hao immediately fetched his drawing board. He first pondered for a moment, thinking that the battles would become more frequent later and he might encounter extremely strong opponents at any time, so he planned to draw all the other party's sword path flaws at once.

(End of chapter)