With a lot of preparation, he soared to the sky. At this moment, the elders of Wudang sensed this powerful aura.
In front of the True Martial Hall
Wudang Sect Leader Wang Zhonglou had his hands behind his back. He looked in the direction of Lotus Peak from afar and smiled.
"Master, why are you suddenly so happy?”
Mu Huanhuan, who was practicing her sword, asked curiously when she saw the smile on her master's face.
"Haha."
" It's nothing." Wang Zhonglou laughed heartily." It's just that I feel that Wudang has a chance to prosper when I see all of you practicing so diligently."”
When the disciples heard this, it was as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They were encouraged and practiced their sword even harder.
On the Lotus Peak, after venting, Lin Xuan put away his true qi and went to find a stream to wash his body.
He dried his robe with his internal energy before returning to the mountaintop. He sat down cross-legged again. The setting sun was setting in the west, dyeing the sunset in the sky red like a flame.
The golden light drowned the mountains and the night breeze became even cooler. He closed his eyes and began to regulate his True Qi.
Stabilizing the Xiantian seventh stage was the most important thing. This process could not be rushed until the next morning, when the sun rose.
The young Taoist priest finished regulating his True Qi.
"Host, do you wish to use the Sword Technique Upgrade Card?”
"Use it."
"Upgrade Sword Drawing Technique."
next moment
Specks of golden light bloomed in his sea of consciousness like stars in the sky. Then, these specks of light flew towards him and flew straight into his mind. The two quickly fused into one, and there was no distinction between them.
As he fused more and more light spots, his understanding of the Sword Drawing Art became deeper and deeper.
Until all the light spots were absorbed by his mind, Lin Xuan was completely immersed in it and could not extricate himself.
The Pure Yang Limitless Art automatically circulated in his body, slowly absorbing purple qi from the surrounding world.
Refining it into Pure Yang True Qi.
A few hours later, a faint cold light appeared around him. It was sword qi.
An extremely sharp sword qi.
This sword Qi was erratic, like a rootless duckweed. It only existed for a few breaths before it collapsed and turned into specks of cold light.
However, not long after, another sword qi condensed. This sword qi existed for a longer time and was only destroyed after more than ten breaths.
Then came the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth sword Qi.
More and more sword Qi appeared out of thin air, but without exception, each sword Qi did not last long.
As time passed, with Lin Xuan as the center, a radius of 30 feet was enveloped by dense sword lights.
The young Taoist priest who was in it was unharmed. His Taoist robe was not even torn.
However, apart from him, everything within thirty feet, be it plants or rocks, had been cut down. Even the ground was covered in dense cracks.
"Weng weng weng"
The three-foot-long sword that was stuck in the ground trembled continuously in its sheath, as if it wanted to be unsheathed and reveal its sharpness.
The Sword Drawing Technique was a sword nurturing technique that nurtured one's essence, qi, and spirit. It used the martial artist as the sword bone and the essence, qi, and spirit as the blade.
The stronger Lin Xuan's essence, energy, and spirit were, the more terrifying the power of the Sword Drawing Technique was.
He had just advanced the Pure Yang Limitless Art to the fourth level, and his cultivation had reached Xiantian seventh stage. He had also experienced the Tiger Leopard Thunder to temper his body.
It was the time when his essence, qi, and spirit were at their strongest. With the opportunity of comprehending the Sword Drawing Art, even the sword Qi that was unintentionally triggered was sharp and domineering enough.
The sun set and the moon rose. Soft white light scattered from the sky and transformed into a layer of hazy white gauze that drowned the mountains and Lin Xuan.
The young Taoist priest was still sitting cross-legged, showing no signs of waking up. The sword qi around his body evolved into a mysterious power, reincarnating between destruction and rebirth.
the third day
Lin Xuan never woke up
the fourth day
Lin Xuan still did not wake up.
Until the morning of the fifth day
The young Taoist priest, who had been climbing the mountain for a long time, slowly opened his eyes. A touch of soul-stirring sword light flashed through his pupils and disappeared after a moment.
With a thought, the sword Qi around him shattered and turned into specks of cold light that flew away with the wind.
His Sword Drawing Technique had entered the realm of Small Success.
"You broke through?"
A familiar voice sounded beside his ear. He turned his head and saw his master and three uncle-masters not far away.
Three pairs of burning gazes landed on him in unison. Even if Lin Xuan was very thick-skinned, he was a little embarrassed.
He hurriedly stood up and scratched his head." I was too focused on breaking through and didn't notice Master and Uncle-Master."”
"Haha, it's fine, it's fine."
The oldest and most serious senior uncle was acting out of character at this moment. He stroked his white beard and laughed out loud.
"It's good that you've broken through. It's good that you've broken through."
As he laughed, the white-haired Taoist priest's eyes were filled with tears.
"Not bad, not bad."
Wang Zhonglou nodded slightly." Pure Yang Technique Level Four, Xiantian Realm Level Seven. This cultivation speed is much faster than ours."”
"Yes, I am."
"It's not in vain that we've been sullen for so many years. Now that the second-generation disciples are led by Xuan 'er, it won't be long before they can take over the heavy responsibility of reviving Wudang from our hands. At that time, we can also relax a little.”
"Martial Uncle, what are you saying?"
Lin Xuan smiled and said,"You're all at the age where you can fight. When I walk the martial world in the future, I still count on you to support me."”
"Sure."
The Taoist priest with the wooden sword on his back spoke, his eyebrows raised."If you still need Martial Uncle's support, feel free to ask.”
Lin Xuan knew very well in his heart how much his master, uncle-master, and the others had suffered for Wudang.
The older generation had left without a trace. They were the heavens of Wudang and had to support the future of all the second-generation disciples.
Sometimes, forbearance required more courage and perseverance.
But now, at least they saw hope in him.
"Xuan 'er, if you want to eat any medicinal pills in the future, just tell me. I'll refine them for you even if I don't sleep or rest.”
Wang Zhonglou looked at his fellow disciples and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head and said,""Look at all of you. You have the appearance of an uncle-master. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the other disciples?”
"What joke?"
The white-haired old Taoist priest's eyes widened."If Xuan 'er is willing, I can even call him uncle-master.”
"Ahem."
Lin Xuan quickly said,"Uncle, you can't say this. Otherwise, how can I stay in Wudang in the future?"”
"Aren't you guys usually very busy?”
"I asked you to discuss some matters, but none of you came. What are you still doing here?”
"Junior Brother, hurry up and refine pills."
"Senior Brother, why aren't you going to keep an eye on those disciples cultivating?”
"And Junior Brother Wang, hurry up and practice your sword.”
In the end, it was Wang Zhonglou who used his authority as a sect leader to chase away this group of old children.
"These few days, don't cultivate. Rest well and stabilize your realm.”
After saying this, the Wudang Sect Master left with light steps.
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