The disciples of the Sword Sect all knew this.
All these blessings and graces are thanks to our ancestors.
They exerted all their efforts, striving for enlightenment and determined not to let their ancestors' painstaking efforts go to waste.
Including gingerbread.
The spiritual energy penetrated into every pore of her body, and her spiritual root frantically absorbed the spiritual energy. Even though Fen Jue didn't say anything, she figured out that her spiritual root was extraordinary.
Especially after the Nascent Soul stage.
Every time she meditates, spiritual energy rushes into her sea of consciousness like crazy, sometimes so exaggeratedly that it forms a spiritual energy tornado visible to the naked eye.
Once, in order to verify his own suspicions...
I went specifically to consult Ling Hanchuan.
Gingerbread knew for certain that she cultivated five times faster than others, and that was because of her spiritual root.
I later inquired about the burning of the embers.
Only then did I realize that she was not an ordinary person with five spiritual roots, but rather a uniquely gifted chaotic spiritual root.
That's just how the cultivation world is.
A person with exceptional talent, if they have good fortune and work hard, can achieve great things.
To be able to go higher and further on the path of cultivation.
Raindrops pattered down.
Gingerbread quickly circulated his internal energy, and his mind became increasingly clear, as if a barrier was about to be broken through.
She became increasingly focused and attentive.
This divine rain lasted for a full ten days.
To everyone's surprise, the sect leader Wuya, who was already halfway through the tribulation, vaguely comprehended the Heavenly Dao.
He hurriedly handed over the sect to Ling Hanchuan and immediately flew to the back mountain to go into seclusion.
Fenjue looked towards the back mountain with satisfaction.
Another ascended god-king is about to emerge from the Sword Sect.
Ten days later, the rain stopped, and the disciples of the Sword Sect thanked their ancestor for his grace.
Then I went back to the square to practice my swordsmanship.
Meanwhile, Gingerbread was still in meditation.
The burning despair emanated from the girl's fluctuating aura.
He raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise flashing in his handsome eyes: "Is he going to skip the late Nascent Soul stage and go straight to the Deity Transformation stage?"
Burning Jue guessed correctly.
This spiritual rain was a tremendous opportunity for Gingerbread. The spiritual energy of the Eight Desolate Continent was far less abundant than it had been a thousand years ago, and her chaotic spiritual root was constantly in a state of being undernourished, which to some extent limited the improvement of her cultivation.
The divine rain that the Lord God sent down came at just the right time.
Two months later.
Sword Sect disciples were wielding their swords in the square, while patches of auspicious seven-colored clouds gathered in the direction of Fairy Maiden Peak.
A disciple shouted from the crowd.
"Heavens above, are those auspicious clouds that symbolize the transformation of a deity?"
"Who is still cultivating on Fairy Maiden Peak?"
"It seems like only Junior Sister Jiang is left. The spiritual rain has stopped and everyone has left, but Junior Sister Jiang is still in meditation."
"A Nascent Soul cultivator at the age of twenty, advancing to the Nascent Soul stage several years faster than our ancestor!"
"What kind of genius am I cultivating with?"
As everyone gathered around discussing, Ling Hanchuan walked over with a serious expression, clapped his hands, and said, "Continue practicing your sword."
Someone asked, "Senior brother, the tribulation of the Nascent Soul stage is even more terrifying. Should we help Junior Sister Jiang protect the Dharma?"
"That's right, Junior Sister Jiang's advancement formation is too grand each time, we're worried about it."
Ling Hanchuan glanced at his noisy junior brothers and sisters.
"With our ancestor here, you don't need to go. Just practice your swordsmanship properly. Do you think I didn't see that you were trying to slack off?"
"hey-hey……"
Several sword cultivators shrank back nervously.
Hurry back to the station and brandish your sword.
However, their eyes kept glancing towards Fairy Peak.
Ling Hanchuan shook his head helplessly and followed everyone's gaze to see auspicious clouds gathering at the mountain peak.
Streaks of silver lightning struck down.
The hidden pressure was more terrifying than the purple lightning.
A red figure wielding a sword flew into the sky.
They quickly set up the Ten Thousand Swords Formation.
Now the disciples really lost their focus on practicing swordsmanship and flew into the air to observe, including Ling Hanchuan.
One of the disciples exclaimed in amazement:
"What an amazing Ten Thousand Swords Formation! Did you see the sword energy? It's even comparable to heavenly lightning."
Another disciple swallowed hard. "As expected of our ancestor, my life has been worthwhile."
As sword cultivators, what they seek is the highest realm of swordsmanship, and the privilege of witnessing the formation set up by the Sword God.
A century from now, it will still be remembered.
Surprisingly.
The lightning struck for nine days and nine nights without stopping.
The disciples of the Sword Sect, including the peak masters of each mountain, were all in the square comprehending the sword intent of their ancestor.
Sudden!
The heavenly thunder attack became fierce.
Just then, they saw their ancestor gracefully make a hand seal and withdraw the Ten Thousand Swords Formation.
What happened?
Are we just going to ignore Junior Sister Jiang?
With this question in mind, everyone stared intently at Fairy Maiden Peak.
A white figure suddenly flew up and shot straight into the sky.
She didn't even take a sword.
"That's Junior Sister Jiang! She's not carrying a sword, oh my god, why isn't she carrying a sword? Could it be..."
Will it be blown to pieces by lightning?
Everyone looked anxiously at Immortal Lord Qingxue, "Peak Master Qingxue, please save Junior Sister Jiang!"
Immortal Lord Qingxue was in a panic.
It looked like the little apprentice and the heavenly lightning were about to collide.
He gritted his teeth and prepared to rush over, but his sleeve was grabbed. Just as he was about to explode in anger, he yelled, "Let go of me!"
He saw that it was Qin Jueyi who had grabbed him.
He immediately lost his temper.
"Senior sister, let me go, I'm going to save my disciple."
Qin Jueyi glanced at him, then turned his gaze to his own mountain peak, slightly raising his chin as he said, "Take a closer look."
Immortal Lord Qingxue and True Lord Taixuan looked over carefully.
The girl was surrounded by a white aura of sword energy.
Tai Xuan Zhenjun gaped in astonishment and exclaimed, "Man and sword as one? It's actually man and sword as one!"
"That's right."
Qin Jueyi nodded with a smile, "Qingxue has raised a good disciple, a true genius in swordsmanship."
With Gingerbread out of danger, Immortal Lord Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief and haughtily hummed, "My disciple is the best."
Ling Hanchuan exclaimed, "Junior Sister Jiang has not only reached the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age, but has also achieved the state of oneness with the sword."
"Truly a genius of all time."
"The number one swordsman on the Eight Desolate Continents".
"I'm afraid only the young ancestors can compare."
My junior sister is progressing too fast.
Ling Hanchuan suddenly remembered the little girl he had chased and fled in a sorry state at Wuji Peak.
"The emergence of another Nascent Soul cultivator is a blessing for our Sword Sect. Our Sect Leader will surely be pleased to know this."
Ma Shu finished speaking with a smile.
Immortal Lord Qingxue touched his nose and said regretfully, "It's a pity that Senior Brother Sect Leader hasn't come out of seclusion yet; we can't trick him out of his good stuff."
Upon hearing this, the others quickly turned and flew away.
Immortal Lord Qingxue chased after him, "Hey, hey, don't run away! Aren't you senior uncles going to give us some gifts?"
"Wei Taixuan! Why are you running so fast?"
Tai Xuan Zhenjun turned around and scoffed, "If you don't run, are you waiting for me to empty my Tianji Peak?"
Ma Shu, protecting the storage bag, said, "That's right, who doesn't know you're a swindler who takes advantage of every opportunity?"
"Back when you were in the Qi Refining stage, you took a lot of good stuff. Now that you've reached the Nascent Soul stage, our little treasure trove is in danger!"
Qin Jueyi flew back with a dark face and dragged his two junior brothers away, saying, "Let's go, stop talking."
"Jiang Qingxue is almost catching up!"
Immortal Lord Qingxue: "..."
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