great enmity between them, yet they fight to the death.The only thing that caught Qin Sang's eye was a disciple of the Yuling Sect from the Xiaohan Domain, commanding a dazzlingly multicolored demon...The white tiger star unleashed its body, its two massive forepaws nearly touching the Yin Yang diagram.

Before the collision, an astonishing spectacle had already unfolded on the battlefield.

"Boom!"

As a heavy punch landed on the lake, the water level on the battlefield instantly dropped.

The lake surface sank inwards as if a void had opened, and a terrifying force spread outwards from the center. The water around the depression rose high, and with a thunderous roar, it burst into waves that soared thousands of feet into the air.

On the battlefield, the starry sky vanished. A white tiger celestial beast, as dreamy as starlight, was visible to the naked eye. In addition, a yin-yang diagram appeared, spinning faster and expanding rapidly.

'Roar!'

The tiger's roar shook the heavens and earth.

Two front paws had already pierced the Yin-Yang diagram. It was unknown if it was a coincidence, but they were perfectly situated at the dividing line between yin and yang, one yin and one yang.

If anyone were here, even if their eyes could see the form of the white tiger, they would perceive it as a sword, a ferocious blade!

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The Yin-Yang Diagram lay flat in the void, appearing so flimsy, vulnerable to a single poke. How could it possibly withstand this attack

Even at this moment, seeing the white tiger about to tear apart the Yin-Yang Diagram, Zhijian Zhenren's voice remained calm and clear as he gave his evaluation of the Qixing Fenlie Sword Formation.

And he made no attempt to dodge, raising his right hand and sketching a circle in front of him with his fingers together.

True essence poured into his finger, drawing across the void and leaving behind a neat circle. He uttered softly, "Yin Yang Sword!"

'Whoosh!'

In the Yin-Yang diagram, the black and white qi suddenly surged, before being torn apart by the White Tiger, they proactively retreated.

With the Yin-Yang Diagram dissipating on its own, the White Tiger's ferocity was unimpeded.

At this moment, the two qi, one black and one white, differentiated from the Yin-Yang diagram, frantically surged into the circle at the tip of True Person Zhishjian's sword finger. In an instant, a magical sword was born within it.

This sword's blade is half black and half white, pure and clearly divided between the two colors, as if it were pieced together.

And the shape of this sword is completely identical to the Unseen Heart Sword, which has vanished without a trace.

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'Boom!'

The Yin-Yang Sword, spurred by the White Tiger's ferocious aura, suddenly erupted with a sharp and piercing sword intent.

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Qin Sang stared at the Yin-Yang Sword, his heart filled with wonder.

The sword was still the same sword, no longer than three feet. But at this moment, facing it, he felt as if it were a divine sword thousands of feet tall!

If the White Tiger's ferocity borrows from the might of countless stars, this sword wields the very power of heaven!

'Whoosh!'

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The Yin-Yang Sword vanished, and a streak of black and white sword light suddenly slashed out.

In an instant, the black and white sword light and the ferocious white tiger were inches apart. Only they existed between heaven and earth, time frozen at this moment.

‘Boom!’

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Two powerful sword intents clashed, without any flourish, and the battlefield was immediately enveloped in a dazzling light of swords.

Amongst the swordlight, starlight could be faintly seen, along with the black and white qi, but neither the White Tiger sacred beast nor the Yin-Yang Sword could be discerned. The Wandering Sword and the Asking Heart Sword were also nowhere to be found.

Fearsome sword energy erupted, each blade carrying terrifying lethality.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...Swoosh...

The towering waves surrounding them had not even reached the ground before they were shattered by the chaotic sword energy.

Water droplets dance in the air.

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At high noon, the sunlight, previously blocked by the starry sky, shone down and, after being scattered by water droplets, gave birth to a rainbow bridge spanning the battlefield.

Raindrops shimmer, bringing a touch of unexpected beauty to the desolate battlefield.

Qin Sang stood beneath the Rainbow Bridge, his gaze slightly focused. His thoughts surged again, and his sword techniques instantly shifted.

"Whoa!"

A golden clang echoed through the sword light, the sound of spiritual swords clashing. Immediately after, a figure flew backward, it was none other than the Sword-wielding Immortal.

When the Yin-Yang Sword clashed with the White Tiger's ferocity, the Swordsman retreated continuously despite showing no sign of yielding.

'When!'

Another chime of the spirit sword rang out. Right before the swordsman, two sword shadows crossed paths.

The Yin-Yang Sword and the White Tiger's ferocity met their end, the Asking Heart Sword reappeared, hovering before the True Person Holding the Sword, blocking the sudden appearance of the Cloud-Traveling Sword.

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Qin Sang's figure closely followed the Yun You Jian as it appeared, but this Qin Sang seemed unreal, his form hazy. This was not his true body, but a sword spirit.

The sword spirit's strike was ineffective, its figure dissolving like a bubble with a pop, vanishing into nothingness, even the Yun You Sword disappearing along with it.

But the expression of Master Zhishjian remained grave, retreating non-stop. The Xin Jian flashed slightly and appeared on his left side.

Then another Jian Po (sword spirit) sword came slashing in, without any warning. It seemed to appear out of thin air, as if shot from nothingness, leaving no time for defense.

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"Ding!"

The uncanny and unpredictable sword strike still failed to pierce through the Heart-Seeking Sword.

Ding! Ding! Ding!...

The sounds of sword strikes rang out almost in unison, a series of seven rapid clashes that left the descriptions of "violent wind and torrential rain" inadequate to capture Qin Sang's swordsmanship.

In his understanding of the Sword Ascending Heart Sea passed down from the Shadow-Bearing Sword, Qin Sang had nearly reached the Dao. What he'd been doing all along was integrating and unifying it, for example, by incorporating sword techniques into the Seven Souls Sword Formation, evolving it into more variations with noticeable success. These seven swords were truly elusive and unpredictable.

If it were other cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, withstanding these seven swords would be no easy feat, let alone after just enduring the shock of the White Tiger's ferocity.

Though Ke Zhizhen, the Swordmaster of Execution, kept retreating, appearing flustered, his Heart-Seeking Sword flickered incessantly, effectively deflecting all seven attacks!

However, the Seven Swords Slash is not Qin Sang's ultimate move!

"Be careful, fellow cultivator!"

Qin Sang shouted.

In the next instant, seven sword spirits appeared above Zhish Jian Zhenren's head, jointly guarding against the divine sword.

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With a single sword strike, murderous intent shakes the heavens!

The performance of the Swordmaster had instilled in Qin Sang absolute confidence, so he acted without reservation. This was the best way to fully utilize the Swordmaster's hand and verify his own swordsmanship.

"Such heavy killing intent!"

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Master Zhijian's eyes narrowed, sensing the danger before the sword formation was complete. His retreat accelerated, almost reaching the edge of the battlefield.

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As he retreated, the swordsman’s fingers flew in intricate patterns, casting spells one after another. Finally, he let out a low shout.

Good job!

Suddenly, he struck out with a palm, aiming for the hilt of the Asking Heart Sword.

The Asking Heart Sword suddenly trembled violently, blossoming with a brilliant light. Its blade became transparent as crystal, or perhaps it had transformed into pure swordlight itself.

Suddenly, a ray of light shot up into the sky. Unlike the sharp and dazzling sword light, this one was soft and gentle yet incredibly stunning.

In comparison, Yun You Jian's power is more imposing, but it gives off a sense of shallow depth.

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Qin Sang widened his eyes, his gaze captivated by the sword light, blinking not once.

At this moment, he seemed to be stunned, even forgetting his own sword, staring intently at the sword light.

At this moment, victory or defeat no longer matters.

“Sword formation... It seems that fellow daoist has already made their choice.”

The voice of the True Man with the Sword rang out beside him.

At some point, the Sword Master stood beside Qin Sang. The battlefield was filled with sword energy that whistled and swirled for a long time before gradually subsiding as the two put their swords away.

Qin Sang nodded.

He knew he couldn't hide from the watchful eyes of Zhjian Zhenren. He had chosen the way of the sword formation, which also incorporated the swordsmanship of killing from his understanding in the Chengying Sword lineage. However, it wasn't as pure as that of a true sword cultivator who specialized in killing swords.

This choice was the result of Qin Sang's deep thought and careful consideration.

He practiced the Killing Dao technique. Logically speaking, cultivating the Killing Sword should be easier, but as his cultivation level increased, Qin Sang could confidently say that the Killing Dao in the was completely different from the swordsmanship of the承影劍 lineage, and it wasn't the ordinary understanding of the way of the sword.

As for the Reforging Killing Sword, Qin Sang wasn't sure if it would clash with his cultivation techniques. However, he knew for certain that it would undoubtedly consume a vast amount of mental energy and effort to comprehend the Killing Sword. He wouldn't be able to obtain a second Shadow-Concealing Sword.

...while the sword formation is already established, with accumulated experience from the past. As cultivation level improves, the understanding of the Seven Souls Killing Formation will gradually deepen, complementing the techniques effectively.

Even if one continues to delve deeper into the art of sword formations in the future, learning other sword formations, there is a clear path to follow, making it much simpler than independent comprehension.

He was inspired by the sword saint to make a name for himself in kendo, but he knew better than anyone what he truly desired, and thus chose the path best suited to him.

"Remember what Daoist friend said, sword formation is also the way of the sword..."

Qin Sang said.

As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the battlefield, watching the mist disperse and the waves recede.

In Qin Sang's eyes, there seemed to still linger the image of the two swords clashing.

As for the outcome, Qin Sang didn't care. Even his own sword was gradually fading away, leaving only the sword light of the Sword Master.

Qin Sang slowly closed his eyes, the sword light deeply imprinted in his heart, lingering for a long time, almost forming a brand.

“Excellent! Fellow cultivator, you clearly see the path ahead. This is the nascent form of a sword heart, just as this poor monk said before, anyone who possesses a sword heart, everything they do is the Way of the Sword!”

The Swordmaster Zhijian noticed something was amiss with Qin Sang. He stood with his hands behind his back, said those words, and then fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Sang opened his eyes and let out a long sigh. He turned to the Swordmaster and bowed deeply.

Zhi Jian Zhen Ren observed Qin Sang's expression and said, "Dao friend's last sword was indeed peerless, but there is still something unfinished. When Dao friend reaches the pinnacle, we will compare again!"

Qin Sang nodded, "This formation is profound and intricate. At times, I thought I had grasped it completely, but with every step forward in my cultivation, there are new insights to be gained."

The Seven Souls Killing Array does indeed have flaws, but it's not a deficiency of the sword array itself. It's simply that Qin Sang's cultivation level hasn't reached its peak yet.

Qin Sang tried his best to conceal any flaws, changing his moves in the blink of an eye during the duel, almost negligible. However, the Sword-Wielding Realman could see through them with just a few sword strikes.

However, Qin Sang was no longer surprised. This sparring session made him deeply realize the strength of the Sword Master in kendo.

The two reminders from the Sword Master, as well as his final sword strike, all carried a hint of guidance.

Qin Sang would not feel disheartened. Swordsmanship wasn't his all, and it was expected that he wouldn't surpass the Master of the Sword with ease.

Of course, Qin Sang didn't expect such a huge gap. He even doubted if he could defeat the Sword Wielding True Man with all his strength.

"With my business concluded, it's time to return," said the swordmaster Zhishen, sheathing his Asking Heart Sword and rising into the wind.

Qin Sang also mounted his escape light and followed.

On the way back, Qin Sang was taciturn. That sword kept flashing in his mind over and over again.

Upon returning to Jianxin Island, Qin Sang was about to enter seclusion to digest the gains from this battle, but Jiannu sent him a talisman letter.

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A message came from Master Gu, saying that Mr. Xun was currently busy at the White Stone Altar and urged him to return as soon as possible.

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This matter was equally important, and time was of the essence. Qin Sang had no choice but to bid farewell to the Sword-Holding True Person and leave Jianxin Island.

Along the way westward, Qin Sang also picked up some information.

Overall, the situation is much the same as five years ago. Both the Daoist Court and the Gui Fang Guo are heavily stationed on Huangquan Dao, with constant friction and casualties, but there are no signs of a full-scale war yet. Apparently, both sides are preparing.

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However, the atmosphere grew more tense each day. All signs pointed to an inevitable war; it was just a matter of time.

Gu Daoshi, upon seeing Qin Sang, wasted no time and immediately led him to the altar to pay respects to Xun Zhenren. On the way, he reminded him of a few things to pay attention to.

"The juniors Gu Han and Qingfeng pay their respects to Master Xun."

In a golden hall, Qin Sang and Master Gu bowed to a Taoist priest.

Xun Zhenren was dressed in a simple blue Daoist robe, wearing cloud-walking shoes. His demeanor was warm and amiable, at first glance, one could tell he was a highly respected elder.

Facing Xunzi in person, Qin Sang felt that the man before him was just an ordinary person. His aura was extremely concealed, and he couldn't tell what realm he was at.

However, Xunzi reached the official rank of Zhengsanpin, which speaks volumes.

Although he held a high official position, Mr. Xun preferred to be called "Mr. Zhenren," so Qin Sang and Master Gu both addressed him that way.

“No need for formalities!”

Jun Zhenren raised his hands gently, without an air of superiority, and smiled at Qin Sang. "I heard from Master Gu that Qingfeng Zhenren has a treasure that can help our Daoist sect slay demons and exorcise evils"

Qin Sang nodded, immediately taking out a war drum and presenting it with both hands, "Please, esteemed Master Xun, take a look."

Xun Zhenren took it without immediately looking, casting a talisman out the door. Then he held it in front of him and examined it carefully.

It is indeed a treasure, but unfortunately...

Xunzi's face showed regret.

All three understood what he regretted. Master Gu spoke up at the right moment: "Fellow Daoist Qingfeng already has a plan for restoration. In the future, under the hands of the esteemed masters of the Taoist sect, it might be possible to restore this treasure."

As they were speaking, a streak of blue light descended outside the hall, revealing an old Taoist with white hair.

The old Daoist seemed to hold a high position. After entering the hall, he merely nodded casually towards Master Xun, who did not mind and passed him the war drum.

The old Taoist held it in his hand and examined it for a long time, his eyes flickering with brilliance. Suddenly, he looked at Qin Sang and scrutinized him: "Do you want to personally repair this treasure"

“As a junior, I am well aware of my limitations and hope that the esteemed master will not hesitate to offer guidance.” Qin Sang bowed deeply and said respectfully.

The old Daoist and Xun Zhenren looked at each other, a contemplative expression on their faces. After a moment, they asked, "What kind of artifact refining technique do you want to learn Our Taoist sect has orthodox artifact refining techniques, as well as those that use artifacts to perform spells, and some more unorthodox ones, such as using treasures to refine limbs and organs, replacing fragile flesh with sturdy outer objects. There are also methods to thoroughly integrate spirits into artifacts, creating something similar to spirit entities and puppetry..."

The old Daoist spoke endlessly, leaving Qin Sang sometimes astonished, sometimes frowning.

Master Qi once asked if there was a Great Dao in the way of alchemy. The old Taoist said that what he is saying now is not just one path.

"However," the old Daoist said after a long discourse, his tone suddenly shifted, adding, "most of the lineages are incomplete, and some only have one or two books remaining, which may not even be Taoist transmissions at all, their origins unknown. These humble words I can offer are few; you will need to explore this path yourself."

Qin Sang glanced at Master Gu, and without much hesitation, said, "This junior will learn the orthodox method of refining weapons."

Okay, follow me!

The old Daoist threw the war drum to Qin Sang, then walked out of the hall by himself. Qin Sang bowed to Xun Zhenren and Gu Dashi, then hurried to follow.

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A beam of cyan light enveloped the old Taoist priest and Qin Sang, landing before a golden palace.

Even though the palace gates were not yet open, Qin Sang could already sense the pure and powerful fire.

Inside the palace.

Having tested Qin Sang's skills in refining artifacts, the old Daoist took out a few jade slips, "These are from the ancient Chongxuan Guan lineage. They are most suitable for you." (End of chapter) the Bone Flute, the difficulty of cultivation would increase significantly.Qin Sang forgot everything, in his heart there was only one jade Buddha, waiting for the bone flute to respond.Let me know i...