Qingchen? Hanyou?

Jiang Xiaobai instinctively opened his eyes.

At this moment, he noticed that many disciples around him had activated their sword engravings.

Hmm?

Surprised, Jiang Xiaobai lifted his head to look at the sword stele.

Soon, he found these two names under the characters for ‘sword heart.’

And the rankings were quite high.

Does this mean that these two individuals have comprehended the ‘sword heart’ level of mastery?

Seeing everyone around him excite their sword engravings, he hesitated and then tried to stimulate his spiritual power to activate his own sword engraving.

Buzz!

The moment he activated it, Jiang Xiaobai felt as if his consciousness was being pulled out.

In a trance, Jiang Xiaobai opened his eyes and found himself in a vast square.

Around the square stood figures.

There seemed to be no fewer than a hundred people.

However, each figure appeared very blurry.

But at the chest of each figure, he could clearly see each individual’s name.

Is this the sword stele space?

Jiang Xiaobai, with a surprised face, checked both his demon cultivator soul and his pill cultivator soul and found that they were not affected.

Both real and illusory.

He is just connecting his consciousness with this sword stele?

Amid his astonishment, Jiang Xiaobai heard a voice, “Hanyou, today I shall triumph over you!”

The voice carried an ethereal quality, but its coldness and battle intent were clearly expressed.

Jiang Xiaobai lifted his gaze, locking it onto a central area.

There stood a platform of vast range.

On the platform, two blurry figures stood.

The one who had spoken had the characters ‘Qingchen’ on them.

In the moment he raised his hand, a sword slowly appeared.

Buzz!

The blade trembled, and sword qi surged around like waves, rushing toward the surroundings.

Hanyou also raised his hand, holding a sword in his grasp, the void-like voice indifferently stating, “Come!”

Underneath the simplicity of the word, there were no ripples of emotion.

Boom!

Qingchen’s sword once again stirred, heading in the direction of Hanyou.

Hanyou, too, advanced with sword in hand.

As the two figures intertwined, streaks of sword light covered the area.

Even from a distance, Jiang Xiaobai could feel the bursts of cold emanating from the platform.

Even so, he watched the two figures without batting an eye.

There were shocks, amazement, and of course, anticipation.

The anticipation of when he could do the same.

“Hanyou, I have been defeated by your hand one hundred thirty-seven times!”

A voice filled with coldness rang out as Qingchen’s sword grew even sharper, “Next, I will show you my sword heart!”

“Not broken, not established!”

As the four characters fell, Qingchen’s sword transformed into hundreds of sword shadows, and at the moment they merged into one, they turned into a six-zhang-long astonishing sword light, heading straight for Hanyou.

That vast scene instinctively drew an exclamation from Jiang Xiaobai.

Without spiritual power support, just the combination of pure sword intent and sword heart, yet it reached such a level?

As he was astounded, Hanyou stood unmoving as the sword light descended, and the sword in his hand circled in his palm.

When he gripped it again, the figure charged directly toward the sword light.

In that moment, Hanyou, although just a projection of thought, seemed unstoppable and imposing, his whole person like a drawn treasure sword.

Buzz!

Approaching, with Hanyou’s flick of his wrist, a streak of sword light with a piercing whistle slashed through the void.

This sword was like a rainbow.

Bang!

The tearing sound effect was like thunder exploding beside one’s ear.

Dazzling light surged in all directions, Qingchen’s sword light disappeared, as did Qingchen himself.

Only Hanyou stood there holding a long sword, like an undefeated war god.

As the sword light vanished, Hanyou seemed to look around before his figure too disappeared on the platform.

Boom!

In a certain cave dwelling within the sect.

A young man sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.

His face was grim, his gaze filled with hatred.

“The sword momentum, he actually touched upon the sword momentum!”

Anger laced the man’s voice, his handsome face looking a bit ferocious.

With his long hair stirring, he raised his hand, and his spiritual power burst forth. The stone table nearby instantly shattered.

Just as the man was about to continue venting, his gaze suddenly noticed a figure standing not far from the cave.

Lifting his head, the man was slightly startled, the fierce color faded away, he stood up, looking at the figure almost awkwardly, and forced a smile, “Shuyun, you’ve come!”

“Master is looking for you!”

The figure’s voice sounded clear and melodious but also distant.

With that, she turned and left, and the departing figure was equally captivating.

Fu Qingyun’s gaze flashed with infatuation, then he quickly stood and followed.

Back in the sword stele space, the atmosphere still lingered with silence.

After a while, a series of ethereal exclamations echoed.

Even Jiang Xiaobai could not help but shout in amazement.

Just now, what kind of a sword was that!

It seemed simple, but it carried the conviction to slice through everything.

It appeared slow, yet moved like thunder.

That scene continuously played in Jiang Xiaobai’s mind.

The black short sword forged in the depths of his soul began to ripple.

Through that sword, he saw many things.

Sword qi isn’t just guided by thought, but to become sword intent.

It allows the sword qi to completely transform into one’s own thought, that is true sword intent.

What is the source of sword qi?

His sword is truly the wellspring.

And the sword qi he had just absorbed was simply to stimulate a deeper comprehension.

At the moment of his realization, within the sword sect, the sword stele began to ripple.

On the stele, the characters ‘Taibai’ slowly emerged on the first layer.

And the emaciated old man sitting at the foot of the stele seemed to notice something, opening his eyes with focus.

When he saw the characters ‘Taibai,’ his expression was slightly stunned, with disbelief in his gaze.

Then he turned his head, his sight locked on Jiang Xiaobai in the central area.

This young man…

Had he just arrived and already begun to comprehend sword intent?

And considering the sword seal flickering on Jiang Xiaobai’s forehead, he should still be within the sword stele space.

To comprehend within the sword stele space?

The situation was not unheard of, but it was extremely rare.

Especially for it to appear on a newcomer.

While the old man’s face was full of shock, Jiang Xiaobai in the sword stele space looked towards the platform, feeling an inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

He also wanted to try out this battle.

As he harbored such thoughts, he felt an inexplicable draw from the central platform, as if with a single thought, he could directly ascend it.

After barely two seconds of hesitation, he took action.

His figure disappeared from the original spot, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the platform.

Looking around, even though the people were blurry, he could feel the many gazes upon him.

Jiang Xiaobai suppressed his emotions, his ethereal voice slowly rising, “Seeking guidance, is there any senior brother who dares to come up and teach me a lesson?”