" Xiao Ran." Su Han stopped in front of the young man with the black sword.
Hearing this, Xiao Ran raised his head and replied,"I'll follow Master's arrangements."
"Have you chopped wood before?" Su Han asked.
"Yes," Xiao Ran replied.
" Alright then. Your cultivation mission is to chop wood and start a fire," Su Han said in a deep voice.
"Ming... "Understood." Xiaoran nodded.
Soon, Su Han assigned everyone their tasks.
The hibiscus wood spirit planted the herb garden, Wu Yue fed the spirit beasts, and Gu Ye went down the mountain to fetch water.
In the end, Su Han stopped in front of Huang Daoji.
" My son!" Su Han shouted at the golden-robed young man in front of him with his hands behind his back.
" Master!" Huang Daoji called out unwillingly.
The word 'royal son' made Huang Daoji feel strange, but he didn't know what was strange about it.
"Master, give me the mission!”Huang Daoji spoke.
" My son, from tomorrow onwards, you will be responsible for cleaning up the feces of the spirit beasts in the back mountain." Su Han patted Huang Daoji's shoulder heavily, his eyes full of praise as he spoke earnestly.
" Ahhh?!" Huang Daoji's pupils constricted as he roared in shock.
"My son, what's wrong? Do you have any objections?" Su Han frowned slightly, his tone somewhat displeased.
A majestic sword pressure was also emitted.
The sword pressure of the 19th level was enough to scare them.
Sensing a supreme sword intent, Huang Daoji felt guilty and suppressed the anger in his heart. Master, please instruct me!"
After instructing the six of them on their tasks, he also instructed them not to use any spiritual power to complete the task.
After doing all this, Su Han prepared to leave.
However, when he saw the puzzled expressions of the six of them, he said again,"I know that all of you are proud people and feel that you should not do these things."”
"But do you really know how to cultivate?”
The surrounding spiritual energy and air slowed down as Su Han spoke.
Suddenly, the six of them raised their heads and looked at Su Han.
Su Han bent down and picked up a purple wooden stick from the ground.
" Xiaoran, step forward," Su Han said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ran walked out.
"How many realms are there in the Dao of the Sword?" Su Han's pupils constricted as he asked in a deep voice.
"Master, the Sword Dao in the world is divided into nine realms," Xiao Ran said.
"Then what realm are you at?" Su Han asked.
" Master, I'm not talented. I'm only at the perfected seventh realm," Xiao Ran replied softly.
The pupils of the other five disciples constricted slightly as they sucked in a breath of cold air.
There were nine pinnacle realms in the world of swordplay. This Sword Son of the Heavy Sword Sanctuary had actually reached the seventh realm in a thousand years. It could be said to be unprecedented.
Su Han raised his eyebrows slightly and praised Xiao Ran in his heart.
In the Eastern Continent, Lin Ye's swordsmanship had reached the terrifying level eight, but he relied on the system to improve it.
As for his disciple named Xiao Ran, he had actually reached the seventh realm with his own talent and even touched the threshold of the eighth realm.
"Then do you know what level the Sword Dao will reach after reaching the Nine States?”Su Han asked again.
Xiao Ran's eyes flickered as he said,"My ancestor has touched the ninth realm. According to my ancestor, the ninth realm of the Sword Dao can split open endless domains and mountains and rivers with a single sword strike!”
Speaking of his ancestor, Xiao Ran raised his head slightly and straightened his back.
This was because his ancestor was a sword cultivator who had touched the ninth realm. He was a legendary figure and the pride of the Heavy Sword Sacred Land.
"Oh?"
"Then what is your goal?" Su Han asked casually with his hands behind his back.
"Master, my ultimate goal is to completely step into the ninth realm! I've reached the perfect stage of the ninth level!" Xiao Ran suddenly sounded powerful.
"Perfected Nine States? Is this your goal?”Su Han suddenly smiled.
"Yes, what's wrong, Master?" Xiao Ran was suddenly a little surprised.
Could it be that his master felt that his goal was too big and that he was biting off more than he could chew?
"Sword Dao, not just nine!"
After saying that.
Su Hanping raised the purple bamboo stick in his hand and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, Su Han's divine sense seemed to merge into the sword, and the sword merged into thousands of images.
The rhythm of the wind, the rhythm of breathing, the movement of new sprouts in the soil, the trajectory of spiritual energy drifting.
All of this became extremely clear in Su Han's eyes.
Compared to the last time, Su Han felt that his Sword Dao was more solid now. It was the kind of grip that was more stable and firmer.
Jun Xilei's Power of Primordial Yin had greatly improved Su Han's grasp of the Dao of the Sword, allowing him to become even more proficient in it.
Suddenly, Su Han saw a river. A blue river flashed across his mind.
The six paragons widened their eyes and looked around in horror.
The surrounding scene was constantly changing, as if it was interweaving at the singularity of space and time.
It was as if the space they were in had become independent and was constantly shuttling through the chaos…
In the end, he appeared on a snowfield that was covered in silver.
Snowflakes fell from the sky. The six paragons turned their heads and looked at the white land, momentarily lost in thought.
The one who had the strongest reaction was Xiao Ran. His hand that was holding the sword hilt trembled slightly.
He knew that all of this was caused by his master.
Moreover, he did not rely on any spatial teleportation immortal technique, but purely on the sword path.
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