The green bamboo sways in the wind, and the fine leaves dance in the wind.
Yuxiao Peak lies at the very center of Mount Taihua, surrounded by the other six peaks and occupying the pinnacle of an Earth-grade spiritual vein. Yuxiao Peak boasts ninety-nine and eighty-one first-level restrictions alone; thirty-six second-level restrictions correspond to the thirty-six states of Xuantian Continent; and nine third-level restrictions symbolize the unity of all things.
Even on the top of the mountain, there is a sky-sealing formation set up by all the previous supreme elders of Taihua Mountain, which can trap all cultivators below the Mahayana stage.
If Mount Taihua is the holy land for all cultivators in the world, then Yuxiao Peak is the foundation of Mount Taihua.
Yuxiao Peak has only accepted one disciple for thirteen consecutive generations. There are two reasons for this. First, Yuxiao Peak's requirements for disciples are too high, requiring exceptional aptitude. Second, educating a disciple is extremely time-consuming and laborious. While simply accepting a disciple would not be a problem, Yuxiao Peak's goal is to cultivate the sect's supreme elders.
Xuan Lingzi has only been cultivating for 316 years, yet he is now the only cultivator in the world to have reached the Spiritual Transformation stage. Luo Jianqing, having established his foundation at the age of seventeen and achieved Dan-forming at the age of thirty-two, is already a leader among his generation, and he is confident that he will definitely reach the Spiritual Transformation stage one day.
And now, Xuan Lingzi lowered his eyes and looked at his disciple's blood-stained palm, remaining silent.
The body of a cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm is as hard as iron and cannot be easily harmed.
These crescent-shaped scars were clearly freshly inflicted, inflicted by their owner's fingernails. What kind of determination would it take to pierce such tough skin, causing it to bleed, using fingers devoid of nails?
Xuan Lingzi didn't ask, but simply flicked his sleeve and pulled out a small white jade bottle from his ring. He took out a little Ningbi Dew and gently applied it to the scars. His plump, round fingertips gently caressed the delicate skin of his palm, and Luo Jianqing's body trembled slightly, and a tingling sensation spread through his palm.
Even when applying the elixir, Xuan Lingzi remained calm and composed, without any fluctuation.
His narrow eyes lowered slightly, and he looked aloof and distinguished in his white Taoist robe. The golden sword pattern on his forehead made him look elegant and majestic, making people afraid to approach. After carefully applying the liquid to the wound on Luo Jianqing's left palm, he smoothly moved to take his other hand.
Unexpectedly, Luo Jianqing suddenly retracted his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, I can do it myself."
Xuan Lingzi's movements suddenly paused. After a moment, he nodded slightly and handed over the Ningbi Dew.
Luo Jianqing picked up a little light blue ointment and applied it to the palm of his right hand.
He held the sword in his right hand. As a swordsman, this was his most important hand. His left hand was already so sensitive, and if he really asked this person to apply ointment to the palm of his right hand, he didn't know what he would do.
After a while, Luo Jianqing finished applying the ointment.
The light blue ointment immediately dissolved, and Luo Jianqing felt a little numb and itchy on the wound. When he raised his hand to look, he saw that these small wounds had healed, leaving only a light pink scar.
Xuan Lingzi whispered, "Take this bottle of Ningbi Lu with you and don't hurt yourself again."
Luo Jianqing nodded in agreement.
In just a moment, the two men arrived at the open space outside the bamboo house, ready to test their swords.
Luo Jianqing held the sword in his right hand, his gaze fixed in a line as he stared coldly ahead, as if an enemy was directly there. The Frost Floating Sword in his hand responded to his call, emitting bursts of green light, as if eager to attack, as if it could not wait any longer.
The next moment, sword moves emerged and sword light rose.
The long sword danced, the sleeves fluttered, and the green sword light danced like a dragon among the emerald bamboo forest, stirring up puffs of dust. The sharp sword energy swept through the entire bamboo forest with great force, but it was measured, not damaging the bamboo itself, only causing them to sway violently.
The sword is the Earth-rank's natal magic weapon, and the person who wields the sword is a top figure of the younger generation.
His black hair swayed without a breeze, and his elegant and peerless face loomed in each beautiful sword move. His temperament was extraordinary, and his sword energy was intimidating. If the junior sister had witnessed this scene, she would probably have been tempted by love. But the one standing by and watching was Xuan Lingzi, who simply lowered his eyes indifferently without any comment.
After waiting for the sword test to end, Luo Jianqing returned to the bamboo house holding Shuang Fu.
"Master, this sword is connected to my mind."
Xuan Lingzi nodded calmly: "Well, you practice well."
"yes."
Sweat had already wet her hair, and her bright eyes were also rippling with shimmering colors. Luo Jianqing's lips were crimson, and her cheeks were pink. Her face, which was already as beautiful as an angel, now appeared even more astonishingly beautiful, like the most swaying and gorgeous mist in the scenery of lakes and mountains. She was the most beautiful woman in the world and had transcended the boundaries of gender.
However, Xuan Lingzi did not respond to this. After giving some more instructions on trivial matters, he walked away.
Luo Jianqing was slightly stunned and subconsciously called out, "Master!"
Xuan Lingzi turned to look at him: "What's the matter?"
Luo Jianqing pursed his lips for a long time and said, "Master, how long do you plan to remain in seclusion this time?"
As if he was stumped by the question, after a long while, Xuan Lingzi said, "The shortest is half a year, the longest is three years."
Luo Jianqing's expression darkened.
This is completely different from my previous life.
In his previous life, after this man took Li Xiuchen in, he never went into seclusion again. For a full eighteen years, he spent a great deal of time meticulously teaching Li Xiuchen, allowing that innately weak kid to build his foundation at the age of twenty, and even possess the ability to fight enemies of higher levels.
In his previous life, he had already reached the late Jindan stage, only one step away from entering the Yuanying stage. However, at that time, Li Xiuchen was only 34 years old and only in the late foundation building stage. He actually led a group of upright people, collapsed an entire realm, and stabbed the sword into his heart.
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