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nFang Lang had no idea about the foreign elites’ challenge.

nThe calming rune in the courtyard blocked all the sounds from his surroundings. Unless Fang Lang disabled it, he would not know even if a war broke out.

nThe Sword Guild had a rule that no one could disrupt a pavilion disciple who has a calming rune activated for cultivation.

nTo the Light Pavilion disciples, the activation of the calming rune meant the disciple was deep in cultivation and not to be disturbed.

nThe rule was set because it would be damaging If they were disrupted at a crucial point during cultivation.

nTherefore, Fang Lang who was in the 799th courtyard did not respond to the foreign elite’s challenge from the Grooming Peak.

nFang Lang had been cultivating for 11 days without break.

nWith all three practice methods for spell mastery, martial arts mastery and sword mastery, Fang Lang was like a perpetual motion machine that did not know fatigue.

nThe sensation he felt was interesting.

nWhen his spiritual sense was exhausted, he replenished it with meditation. When his physical body grew weak, he rejuvenated himself by channeling vital energy.

nAfter 11 days, Fang Lang was surrounded by empty husks of spirit crystals he had absorbed.

nFurthermore, the System also stated the spirit crystals consumed by the calming rune would be included in the System’s experience points—another good news for Fang Lang.

nEven though the consumption rate of the spirit crystals was rather low—only three crystals in a night—it was better than nothing.

nThe Quadruple Binding Mode Fang Lang activated put a large burden on his spiritual sense. However, with the newly acquired practice methods, Fang Lang’s spiritual sense became much stronger. He continued to gather blade energy without any reservations.

nFinally, at the crack of dawn on the eleventh day, it was snowing outside.

nFang Lang’s energy center shuddered violently. Then, the blade energy in him started flowing through his veins and merged into one, finally transforming into a substantial ray of light.

nInside the courtyard, Fang Lang’s energy center was shining brilliantly!

nHis blade energy had transformed into wave energy!

nFang Lang’s tightly shut eyes shot wide open!

nLike a meteor shooting through the night sky, he was enlightened. A stale breath was released into the air.

nThird-class sword wave, achieved!

nThe first-class sword disciple would cultivate spirit energy, second-class sword master required the blade energy, whereas the third-class sword wave would have hidden wave energy in their orifices.

nThis was the summary of the first three classes of sword mastery.

nThe third-grade sword wave was a crucial phase as the foundation in the sword wave realm was very distinct from the others. It mainly reflected on the practice methods.

nThe light-level practice method had a limit of seventy-two orifices for hidden wave energy, the dark-level practice method would allow up to a hundred and eight orifices, while the earth-level practice method allowed two hundred and seventy orifices.

nFor the highest and rarest heaven-level practice method, a cultivator in the sword wave realm could have hidden wave energy in three hundred and sixty orifices!

nThe more wave energy was stored, the longer a sword master’s attack could be sustained.

nWhen Fang Lang fought with Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu had hidden wave energy in thirty-six orifices. His blade wave energy was neverending. If Fang Lang continued with the fight, his blade energy would deplete first.

nTherefore, Fang Lang used the minor forbidden spell and finished the battle quickly.

nIn a battle of endurance, Fang Lang could not beat Zhao Yu since he was just a sword master.

nBoom!

nWithin Fang Lang’s energy center, the blade wave completed its form.

nThe three swords started vibrating and darted out from the sword box.

nThey swirled around Fang Lang and absorbed the blade wave exuding from him.

nFang Lang started channeling the Ten Thousand Blade Scripture and activated all four binding partners for sword mastery cultivation.

nFour phantoms sat around Fang Lang. There was an underlying energy current stimulating his senses.

nWith the practice method operating at the maximum rate, a spot on Fang Lang’s body began shining.

nThen, it slowly covered Fang Lang’s entire body.

nIf counted carefully, there were three hundred and sixty of them!

nThe blade wave was opening three hundred and sixty orifices!

nSoon, the light spots faded gradually. A wisp of blade wave energy left Fang Lang’s energy center and buried itself into one of the orifices and filled it. Fang Lang’s breath deepened as the blade wave stored itself in the orifice.

nThe Sword Intent Seed in his core shuddered as a weird feeling spread across his body.

nIt was as if the Sword Intent Seed was about to bloom but something stopped.

nFang Lang felt his blade wave energy had an unclear intent.

nAs his enlightenment in sword mastery deepened, he felt as though every part of his body could transform into a sharp blade.

nIt was just a fleeting moment—it felt so near yet so far at the same time.

nFang Lang knew it would be beneficial to hold onto this feeling.

nHe had to try to grab it! He must!

n“System, activate Enlightenment Card!” Fang Lang clenched his jaws.

n‘Ding! Enlightenment Card activated, effective for two hours. Happy cultivating!’

nThe System notified him.

nSuddenly, Fang Lang felt as if he had fallen into a sea of stars. That blurry intent suddenly became crystal clear, as if the mysterious veil was ripped away.

nUnder the enhancement of the Enlightenment Card, Fang Lang realized this was the first phase of the ten thousand sword intent, the basics of the physical blade.

nHe had just reached the tip of the iceberg of the physical blade. He was still far from attaining the sword intent of the physical blade.

nWhen Fang Lang opened his eyes slowly, the energy around him calmed down.

nHe finally achieved something after eleven days of cultivation.

n…

nSnowfall was dense on the Grooming Peak.

nThe entire plaza was covered in a thick layer of snow. After a roar, the echo shook off the snowflakes that rested on the trees.

nThe inner sect disciples in white robes stood on the Grooming Peak. They were staring at the snobbish, overbearing and viscous foreign elites with a deep frown.

n“Hmm? Why isn’t he responding? Is the grand champion afraid? Is he a coward?” The guy in a fur coat and a mink hat snickered.

nThe other foreign elites around him also started sniggering—their laughter was laced with scorn and sarcasm.

nEvery foreigner knew about Fang Lang.

nHis policy shook the entire Tang Dynasty, both inside and outside of the imperial courts. The news even reached the borders and infuriated countless foreign generals.

nThe fathers of the foreign elites were furious about the issue. Many wanted to fly miles and miles over to end the life of this ridiculous new champion.

nThe relations between the purebloods and the Tang people had always been tense.

nThe purebloods only succumbed to the mighty Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

nThey would not bow down to the grand champion who only knew how to play with his words!

nThat was the sole reason why the foreign elites chose to join the Sword Guild. They wanted to teach the new champion a lesson!

nThey would at least make his cultivation journey in the Sword Guild a living hell!

nAsi Zhui, Song Zhongcheng, Geshu Yuehua…

nAll the descendents of the infamous foreign generals in the Tang Dynasty chose the Sword Guild!

nOf course, they did not fight Fang Lang immediately. They only sent one person to test the waters.

nScornful laughter filled the Grooming Peak.

nZhao Dagang, Xue Ying and Liu Longlong stepped forward.

n“You want to challenge Brother Fang? He has activated the calming rune in the courtyard and can’t hear your challenge. Do you think you’re worthy enough to challenge him?” Zhao Dagang said coldly with his heavy sword in hand.

nZhao Dagang fully accepted he had lost to Fang Lang.

nXue Ying was holding her sheath while LIu Longlong watched from the side.

n“You need to go through us. Otherwise, don’t bother embarrassing yourself,” Liu Longlong said.

nThey came forward even though they had lost to Fang Lang. As Sword Guild disciples, they could not stand the arrogance of the foreign elites.

nEven though they had yet to gain a seat in the pavilion, they were not cowards!

n…

nChao Xiaojian and many other elders were hovering above the Sword Guild. They were frowning as they watched the challenge that was about to happen on the Grooming Peak.

nThey had predicted there would be a conflict between the foreign elites and their disciples but they did not expect it to happen so soon.

n“Son of Asi Luoshan, son of Song Xianzhi, daughter of Geshu Taixing…”

n“All of them are well-trained killers at the borders. ”

n“When they were only in the second-class realm, they were thrown into the demon portal to fight for survival. They endured the immense pressure from the rift. They aren’t a problem for dark-level disciples, but the Light Pavilion disciples haven’t been to the demon portal. They might be at a disadvantage.”

nThe elders looked very worried.

nChao Xiaojian crossed his arms and observed quietly.

nThese foreign elites were all after Fang Lang.

n“Pressure sometimes can be turned into motivation…” Chao Xiaojian muttered. Fang Lang was definitely not an ordinary boy—he managed to wield the sect leader’s sword. He might inherit her sword intent, then the future of the Sword Guild would be in his hands.

n…

nIn the sky above the foreign elites’ quarters hovered Asi Yuan and the foreign guards. They were waiting for the battle on the Grooming Peak.

nTheir strong breath shattered the snow around them.

n“Hit it! With all your strength! Show them our true power!”

n“Even after joining the sect, we will still be the superior race!”

n“Our children learn horseback archery when they’re five, fight against beasts at the age of seven and join the army at ten… They’re much stronger than the Sword Guild disciples who were raised under sheltered roofs!”

n“Let those weaklings face their worst nightmares!”

nThe foreign guards were cheering excitedly.

nThey were proud to see their own kind fight those Tang Dynasty cultivators. They were natural warriors who lived to fight.

nEven the commander, Asi Yuan, who had always been level-headed, was slightly thrilled.

nFight, our little beasts!

n…

nThe calming rune in the courtyard was finally deactivated.

nFang Lang walked out of the courtyard and stretched his back.

nThere was a gentle knock on the door.

nFang Lang opened the door and saw Old Jiang standing outside, her face remained veiled.

n“You’re finally done cultivating,” Jiang Linglong said.

nShe pointed outside and said, “The foreign elites joined the sect and specifically requested a duel with you. Are you confident?”

nIn response, Fang Lang frowned and looked toward the Grooming Peak across the sea of clouds.

nHe did not mention anything further and closed the doors. He glanced at Old Jiang briefly.

n“Confidence?”

nThe Obsidian Sword charged out from the sword box as Fang Lang held a blade wave energy in his chest. Then, he rode on the Obsidian Sword and flew off into the snowing sky.

nThis was his confidence.

nJiang Linglong’s veil fluttered in the resulting wind. Her eyes lit up brightly.

nHer eyes turned into crescents as she watched Fang Lang fly with the blade wave energy.

nThat was… Third-class sword mastery.

n…

nThe snow fell heavily on the Grooming Peak.

nThe fallen snow on the ground was dyed red from the freshly spilled blood, melting the snow.

nZhao Dagang laid in a pool of blood—a spear pierced through his shoulder and impaled him to the snowy ground.

nLiu Longlong was thrown to the ground. She stabbed her sword into the ground and tried very hard to get back up.

nXue Ying’s face was very pale—blood flowed from her nose and mouth.

nThe foreign guy in a fur coat was strangling her. Her box of small blades scattered all over the ground.

n“You guys are too weak. You would’ve already died seven to eight times if you were in the military. Losers.”

nThe guy shrugged his shoulders and sent Xue Ying flying across the ground, dragging a long trail through the snow-covered land. His snicker echoed through the mountain peaks.

nThe other disciples were looking at them with their jaws clenched, suppressing the urge to draw their swords even though they knew they were no match for them.

nThe foreign elites fought seamlessly together.

nTheir military discipline and fighting prowess were too much for Zhao Dagang, Xue Ying and Liu Longlong. The trio was completely obliterated!

nZhao Yu flew over with his sword in hand. He had an icy look on his charming face.

nEven though he was defeated by Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong, he was rather blasé about it. He was even feeling a little fortunate.

nHe was glad he was once a Light Pavilion disciple.

nZhao Yu knew he might be receiving another round of beating.

nHowever, he was not afraid!

nHe was the only one who could stand up to them!

nEven Zhao Dagang and his team dared to fight the vicious foreign elites!

n“Guys, you’ve gone overboard,” Zhao Yu raised his chin and said calmly against the white backdrop. As he pointed his sword to the snowy ground, wave energy exuded from the tip of the blade.

nThe guy in the fur coat and mink hat curved his lips. “Finally, someone decent.”

nThe battle was on the verge of starting.

nThe blizzard suddenly froze.

nA loud voice traveled from the Light Pavilion.

n“Brother Zhao, this is my fight.”

nFang Lang flew over the sea of clouds with the Obsidian Sword circling him. His green robe fluttered in the wind like a deity descending from heaven.

n“They’re looking for me.

n“I’m Fang Lang, 800th disciple of the Light Pavilion. Let’s begin.”

nFang Lang’s thunderous voice shattered countless snowflakes.

nHis expression darkened when he saw Zhao Dagang impaled on the snowy ground in his peripheral vision. Liu Longlong and Xue Ying were severely injured.

nOn the Grooming Peak, Zhao Yu and the other disciples turned around to look at Fang Lang with joy and worry.

nA gorgeous-looking man from the group of foreign elites raised his eyebrow. He was the son of Song Xianzhi, Song Zhongcheng.

n“You’ve just reached the third-class sword wave. Your wave energy is still unstable. This is the new grand champion? Qu He, go.”

nThe young man in a fur coat and mink hat grinned from ear to ear as he abandoned Zhao Yu. He ran across the Grooming Peak, stirring up the snow from the ground.

nBoom!

nA ferocious surge of vital energy exploded and melted the falling snow. The young man whipped out a saber from his leather sheath and formed a bloor-red dragon in the white snow.

nHe leaped up and exuded sword wave energy with a lethal presence!

n“The new champion? I get to fight the new champion!”

nHis energy and murderous intent were rampant.

nThe faces of the inner sect disciples on the Grooming Peak fell.

nIn the Light Pavilion, the other disciples who were observing the battle on their swords had worrisome looks.

nThis guy was fierce!

nJiang Linglong had the White Frost Blade in hand as she watched calmly, her veil fluttering in the breeze.

nThe sea of clouds was torn apart as Qu He landed on the floating island, stepping on countless snowflakes along the way.

nHe raised the saber in his hand as he walked on the snow, mixing the mud and snow beneath his feet.

nHe charged forward and the blade wave energy rushed out of his saber. The blade was blood-red!

nFang Lang flew over the clouds and landed on the floating island.

nHe raised his hand against Qu He who seemed ready to die in this fight.

nFang Lang’s green robe and hair billowed in the breeze.

nThe next moment, blade wave energy was coursing through Fang Lang’s body fiercely.

nThen, he pushed his palm forward suddenly.

nHe attacked without holding back. There was an intent to kill!

nHe switched to Quadruple Binding Mode!

nSpiritual sense rippled!

nSnowflakes shattered from the impact of the force. The Champion’s Blade in Fang Lang’s sword box shuddered violently before it darted out with a crisp, ringing sound.

nThe blade shot up into the clouds.

nQu He kept charging toward him with a wide grin on his face. He would be the first one to rip the new grand champion’s lips apart!

nSwoosh!

nSlush, blood, killer’s intent!

nAll merged into one.

nQu He was approaching Fang Lang, 20 meters, 15 meters, and finally, 10 meters!

nHe lunged forward, kicking up snow as he propelled his body forward.

nHe transformed into a blood-red dragon with a saber and charged at Fang Lang.

nFang Lang kept a calm eye on Qu He.

nHe pressed two fingers together, forming a finger blade and gently drew a line.

nThe gesture was effortless as if he was painting.

nIn the next second, the expressions of the foreign elites on the Grooming Peak changed!

nThey saw a thunderbolt strike from the snow-covered sky.

nIt was coming down at lightning speed.

nQuadruple Binding Mode!

nMinor Forbidden Spell!

nEverything was happening too fast!

nQu He did not have the time to react to the speed of the attack!

nBoom!

nWhen the foreign teen was just two inches from Fang Lang, he was suddenly impaled by the Sword Thunder. Qu He was nailed to the snowy ground by the Champion’s Blade which was sparking with jolts of electricity.

nBolts of thunder obliterated specks of snow in the air.

nAt that moment, the Light Pavilion and the Grooming Peak were filled with deafening silence, leaving only the sounds of snowfall and the roaring sea clouds.

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