Moreover, unlike other sword intents of Chu Qinghe that would give people a heavy sense of pressure as soon as they appeared.

At this moment, the sword intent emanating from the inner courtyard was peaceful and transcendent.

Like a gentle stream, yet with a touch of murmuring, it makes one feel completely at ease.

Wanwan turned her head and glanced towards the inner courtyard. After thinking for a moment, she nudged Qu Feiyan beside her and asked, "Hey! Just how many kinds of sword intent does that guy know? Why haven't I sensed this kind of sword intent from you or Sister Yue?"

Qu Feiyan rolled her eyes and said, "Even Sister Dongfang and the others don't know how many kinds of sword intent Young Master knows, so how would I know? Anyway, sword intent is precious to others, but for Young Master, he might be able to comprehend a kind of sword intent even if it rains. We've long since stopped counting how many kinds of sword intent Young Master knows."

Hearing Qu Feiyan's words, Wanwan asked in astonishment, "You can comprehend a sword intent just from rain? Really?"

Qu Feiyan said irritably, "You talk like I could get an extra ingot of gold if I lied to you."

Seeing that Qu Feiyan didn't seem to be lying to her, Wanwan looked in surprise towards the inner courtyard.

After a long while, Wanwan, who had come to her senses, finally spoke: "To be able to comprehend something like sword intent so easily, this talent is just too much!"

Perhaps she was discouraged by Chu Qinghe's talent, because Wanwan's voice sounded somewhat listless when she spoke.

Noticing the change in Wanwan's tone and expression, Lin Shiyin and the other girls didn't say anything.

After all, they had all been just as shocked by Chu Qinghe's talent as Wanwan is now.

But after experiencing this many times, you get used to it.

Now, not only them, but even Dongfang Bubai and the others wouldn't compare themselves to Chu Qinghe.

It wasn't until dusk, after completely absorbing the sword intent within the wooden carvings, that Chu Qinghe placed the two carvings on the table and picked up the wine jug from the ice water beside him.

As Chu Qinghe picked up his wine glass and sipped the wine, his gaze fell upon the wooden carvings on the table, while his mind was preoccupied with the matter of "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin".

"It's a mid-grade Dao-level martial art after all. It seems a bit of a waste to just leave it unattended."

As he pondered this, an idea suddenly popped into Chu Qinghe's mind.