"How long has it been?"
"Hmm, half an hour!"
"Heavens, is that Wan Yunting still in enlightenment?"
"Senior Sister Ziqing hasn't come down, so probably!"
"Damn, this Wan Yunting is amazing, he's persisted for half an hour. I heard Senior Sister Ziqing's enlightenment only lasted half an hour back then. This Wan Yunting hasn't woken up after half an hour, could his talent be even higher than Senior Sister Ziqing's?"
At the foot of Sword Peak, a crowd of curious Wudang disciples had gathered, chatting animatedly. Seeing no movement from Sword Peak, it indicated that Wan Yunting was still in enlightenment.
"How is it?"
At this moment, Zuo Qi and another Wudang elder, Wang Zhengyi, arrived, accompanied by Zhang Yansong, Ouyang Shenhe, and others. Tan Zhiyuan was currently in his residence, watching the condensation incense pills in the medicinal furnace nearing completion...
"Senior Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zuo, Uncle Wang..."
The disciples present respectfully greeted them. Xiu Qi, Qin Yuan, Yang Xuan, and Huo Fei, along with Chong Linger, Lan Xin, and Duan Yingying, came forward and said, "Reporting to Senior Uncle Zhang, Senior Sister Ziqing is upstairs, and Patron Wan should still be in enlightenment. It's been half an hour!"
"Enlightened for half an hour?"
Wang Zhengyi looked surprised and exchanged a glance with Zuo Qi. Zhang Yansong stroked his beard and chuckled, "It seems Patron Wan is truly a rare martial prodigy. Besides that girl Ziqing, no one else could persist for half an hour. I didn't expect Patron Wan to achieve this."
"Indeed."
Zuo Qi nodded and said, "The sword intent inheritance left by the Sword Dao Ancestor of our Wudang Sect contains his lifelong supreme sword techniques. That girl Ziqing only glimpsed a tiny fraction of it. When we observed the Sword Cliff, we couldn't even last ten minutes. This indicates that Patron Wan is indeed a person with extremely high talent in the way of the sword!"
Wang Zhengyi and Zhang Yansong nodded. Ouyang Shenhe also smiled. He knew that the character "剑" (sword) on Wudang Sect's Sword Cliff was an inheritance left by a great sword master of their sect. This proved that his own grandson was truly remarkable.
"We won't go up. We'll wait here for them to come down on their own."
Zhang Yansong turned to Zuo Qi and Wang Zhengyi, saying. After all, enlightenment is a very mysterious state. If it is disturbed by external interference, it can interrupt the subtle state of enlightenment and even affect the spirit and consciousness, leading to sequelae.
At this moment, on the Sword Cliff halfway up Sword Peak, before the giant stone wall with the character "剑," Wan Yunting sat cross-legged on the ground, his brows furrowed, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the sword character on the stone wall as if in a trance. However, in his eyes, a figure appeared above the sword character, holding a long sword and continuously practicing sword moves...
"Empty palms, flexible sword. Empty soles, agile steps. Empty crown, unified mind and eyes. These are the four outer essentials, the spirit of swordplay. The inner essence is also important. Refine both internally and externally, and you will approach perfection. The great way is simple, and the union of man and sword..."
For a moment, Wan Yunting felt a faint voice resonating in his mind, as if teaching him some sword technique. Wan Yunting gradually closed his eyes, and the sword moves of the figure he had just seen appeared in his mind, as he fell into comprehension...
Meanwhile, Ziqing, sitting at a distance, slightly raised her delicate eyebrows. Her naturally dazed phoenix eyes looked at Wan Yunting, who was meditating with his eyes closed and in enlightenment, a look of surprise appearing in her eyes. She understood that he had gained insight from the sword character, which was why he was like this.
Another twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Ziqing, sitting at a distance, was deeply moved. Her own enlightenment had only lasted half an hour, and she had only comprehended a fraction of the supreme sword techniques from the sword character.
Now, Wan Yunting's enlightenment time was approaching an hour, and he still had not woken up, which sparked heated discussions among Zhang Yansong, Zuo Qi, Wang Zhengyi, and the enthusiastic disciples at the foot of the mountain.
Since the Sword Dao Ancestor left this "sword" character inheritance, no one had been able to enlighten for so long except Ziqing, who had lasted half an hour. To have this record broken by an outsider made the Wudang disciples feel uneasy.
Another twenty minutes passed, and Wan Yunting was still in enlightenment. Ziqing could no longer sit still. She stared at him from afar, clearly sensing a powerful aura surging from him, with a sharp sword energy...
"Who?"
Suddenly sensing something, Ziqing turned sharply. She saw a man in a black jacket, carrying a long saber on his back, who had appeared behind her at some unknown time. His sharp gaze was fixed on her, startling Ziqing. Being able to approach her silently meant that this person was definitely a martial arts master!
Lin Yidao's gaze passed through Ziqing and fell upon Wan Yunting, who was sitting cross-legged before the stone wall in enlightenment. His eyes turned fierce, and he said coldly, "I want his life. Those who are not involved, get out..."
As he spoke, Lin Yidao took down the long saber from his back and drew a finely forged steel saber from its leather sheath. This saber had a blade sixty centimeters long, and with the hilt, it was over a meter long. It had a wooden carved handle, a steel guard, and the blade displayed intricate patterns...
These patterns appeared after countless folding and forging during the forging process. The sharpened blade gleamed with a terrifying light under the faint sunlight. Ignoring Ziqing, Lin Yidao walked directly towards Wan Yunting with his saber...
*Swish!*
Ziqing drew her sword without a word and blocked Lin Yidao. She threw the scabbard aside and looked calmly at Lin Yidao with her naturally dazed phoenix eyes, saying, "No matter who you are, this is a sacred place of our Wudang Sect. If you dare to take another step forward, do not blame me for being impolite!"
"Heh heh..."
Facing Ziqing's cold expression and words, Lin Yidao let out a disdainful sneer and said contemptuously, "You, a female disciple of the Wudang Sect, do you think you can stop me?"
Ziqing's phoenix eyes were firm, and her expression was cool. She said faintly, "You can try."
"Fine, if you want to be buried with this brat, then I, Lin Yidao, will fulfill your wish!"
Lin Yidao sneered, and a fierce glint suddenly burst from his eyes. Holding the saber with his left hand, he twisted the blade and lunged forward. He pushed off with his left foot and leaped into the air. The long saber was incomparably sharp, like a bolt of lightning. As fast as it was slow, the long saber instantly chopped down towards Ziqing's head...
*Clang!*
The collision of the saber and sword emitted a sound like metal striking stone, echoing on the Sword Cliff. Wan Yunting, who was sitting cross-legged in enlightenment before the stone wall behind them, seemed to be disturbed. His brows twitched slightly, but he did not wake up...
"So strong!"
Ziqing retreated three steps. The tiger's mouth of her right hand, holding the sword, was painfully shaken by Lin Yidao's saber strike, causing her delicate eyebrows to furrow. Her phoenix eyes stared at the person before her. With this one strike, he had at least reached the level of Martial Arts Gang Jin!
"Heh, you must be the recognized number one sword expert of the Wudang Sect in recent years, right?"
Lin Yidao, holding the saber with his left hand, looked at Ziqing before him and said with a light laugh, "To be able to block my strike, it seems you have already reached the late stage of Martial Arts Dan Jin. With such achievements at your age, you are indeed a martial prodigy. Let me say it again, I only want to kill that brat. It's still not too late for you to leave now. Don't make me kill a martial prodigy!"
Ziqing tightened her grip on the sword hilt, her phoenix eyes coolly looking at him, and said, "Are you afraid of our Wudang Sect?"
These words seemed to provoke Lin Yidao, causing his eyes to turn fierce. He sneered, "Brat, since you want to die so badly, then I'll fulfill your wish..."
Lin Yidao rushed forward again, holding the saber with his left hand. The saber was like lightning, slashing horizontally. Ziqing immediately raised her sword to block. The clash of saber and sword sparked sparks, and the sound of metal striking stone rang out twice. Ziqing blocked Lin Yidao's two strikes consecutively. Her supple body twisted, and the long sword in her hand flowed like water, channeling its energy to the tip of the sword...
*Clang!*
A crisp sound followed, and then a muffled boom echoed in the air as the energy erupted. Lin Yidao blocked horizontally with his saber, and the energy released from the sword tip stabbed at the blade, forcing him to take a step back. This caused a hint of surprise to appear in Lin Yidao's eyes. He said, "As expected of the number one young sword expert of the Wudang Sect. Take another strike from me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yidao no longer held back. He circulated his internal energy from his dantian, instantly channeling the energy into the long saber. Then, with his footwork and body movement, he spun rapidly at three hundred and sixty degrees, channeling this force and saber energy, and fiercely chopped down at Ziqing...
*Clang!*
With a loud, crisp sound, Ziqing raised her long sword to block. Sparks flew, and the energy hidden within the saber struck Ziqing's tiger's mouth, causing it to crack. She was completely outmatched and sent flying backward...
With two clangs, the long sword in her hand slipped and flew out, landing about two meters away from Wan Yunting, who was sitting cross-legged in enlightenment, beside his right hand. His brows twitched several times again, as if disturbed, but he still hadn't woken up...
Ziqing's right hand trembled violently. A sharp and domineering internal force made her cover her flat chest with her left hand. Her throat felt a surge of heat, and she almost vomited blood, but she forced herself to swallow it down. She raised her phoenix eyes and looked coldly at Lin Yidao, who was approaching with his saber. He sneered, "What a pity. After all, you are only at the Dan Jin realm. But don't be too discouraged. Give yourself a few more years, and you will surely surpass me."
After speaking, Lin Yidao ignored Ziqing and walked directly towards Wan Yunting with his saber. He didn't want to kill a genius disciple of the Wudang Sect, as it would enrage the entire Wudang Sect, and he, Lin Yidao, would have no place in the entirety of China.
Ziqing watched him walk towards Wan Yunting, her heart tightening. She struggled to get up, but failed several times. She could only call out softly, "Wan Yunting, wake up..."
"Be quiet!"
Lin Yidao turned and snapped at her, angrily saying, "Don't think I really won't dare to kill you. I'll just go abroad."
As he spoke, Lin Yidao reached Wan Yunting and looked at him still meditating with his brows furrowed and eyes closed. Lin Yidao couldn't help but look up at the "剑" character on the stone wall. Immediately, his eyes widened as if he saw a figure stabbing at him with a long sword. Instantly, Lin Yidao snapped back to reality, his breathing quickening, and he couldn't help but praise, "Such strong sword intent, worthy of the sword intent inheritance left by the Wudang Sect's Sword Dao Ancestor..."
As he spoke, Lin Yidao looked at Wan Yunting before him, his eyes turning incredibly fierce. He sneered and said, "Kid, I've long heard that you are a martial prodigy. It seems you have grasped the sword intent inheritance left by the Wudang Sect's Sword Dao Ancestor. Perfect, it's the best time to kill you now. We cannot let you grow, or it will be troublesome for us, the Heavenly Eye Divine Cult!"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Yidao raised his left hand, holding the long saber, and pointed it at Wan Yunting's head. He finally said, "Kid, reincarnate as an ordinary person in your next life..."
"Wan Yunting!"
Ziqing, who could no longer hold back, shouted loudly. Her voice echoed down Sword Peak, and people at the foot of the mountain could faintly hear it. Wang Zhengyi and Zuo Qi, two Wudang Sect masters, immediately heard Ziqing's shout. Their expressions changed drastically on the spot, and they exclaimed, "Not good, something might have happened upstairs. Quickly, let's go up and see..."