Chapter 1

Mysterious Sky Sect, Sword Training Peak.

On the spacious mountain, dozens of white-clothed youths were practicing their swords. Dazzling spirit energy wrapped around their swords as they cut through the air and vibrated in the air.

Not far away, a group of linen-clothed youths watched in a daze, their eyes filled with envy.

"If only I could become one of them. That way, I could also learn the sword. Just thinking about it makes me excited!" A linen-clothed youth said.

"Dream on!

They are disciples of the Mysterious Sky Sect, and we are sword slaves. How could we practice the sword like them! "

"If you want to become a disciple of the Mysterious Sky Sect, it's simple. Just learn from Lin Xuan!" A sarcastic voice sounded.

The linen-clothed youths laughed together, but their eyes were all looking in the same direction.

In the forest, there was a linen-clothed youth around sixteen or seventeen years old. He had a delicate face and a thin body. He held a black iron sword and constantly stabbed out.

Sweat had long since soaked his clothes, but he was completely unaware.

"Lin Xuan?

Hmph, a trash like him, even if you give him a hundred years, he won't be able to become a disciple of the Mysterious Sky Sect!

Not to mention anything else, among us, he is at the bottom. What can he use to become a disciple of the Mysterious Sword Sect? "

"That's right, I heard that a few days ago, he wanted to break through to the Pulse Condensation Stage, but failed. He vomited blood and his cultivation dropped to the third level of the Body Refinement Stage. He still hasn't recovered!" This voice was filled with schadenfreude.

"It's him. He's been practicing the same sword technique every day for the past three months. Moreover, it's the ordinary kind. I think he's gone crazy from practicing!"

Many people's voices were very loud. When Lin Xuan heard these words, a trace of bitterness surfaced in his heart. However, the hand holding the sword tightened. He tensed up his face and continued to practice his sword.

On the path of martial arts, body refinement was the foundation, and the Pulse Condensation Stage was the beginning. Only by opening up the spiritual veins in the body would one have the chance to go further on the path of martial arts.

"Brother Wang is already at the ninth stage of the Body Refinement Stage. If you break through to the Pulse Condensation Stage, don't forget about us!"

When these linen-clothed youths saw that Lin Xuan was unmoved, they all secretly cursed, and then began to curry favor with a youth beside them.

"That's for sure. Brother Wang will be able to make a breakthrough in two months. By then, he might even become a disciple of the Black Heaven Sect!"

Wang Yang glanced at Lin Xuan with disdain and said, "I don't need two months. I'll be able to break through in a month at most!"

"Really?

Brother Wang is mighty … "The linen-clothed youths around him began to flatter him.

"Brother Wang, look at how arrogant Lin Xuan is. Why don't you teach him a lesson?"

Wang Yang had long been dissatisfied with Lin Xuan. He glanced at the white-clothed disciples practicing their swordsmanship. Estimating that there was still some time before the break, he stood up and walked towards Lin Xuan.

The other linen-clothed youths followed, ready to see Lin Xuan make a fool of himself.

Lin Xuan was fully focused on practicing his swordsmanship. He rushed forward and thrust his sword forward. With a flash of sword light, a sword mark was left on the tree trunk.

What they didn't know was that Lin Xuan had been practicing this move for three years.

From that day onwards, he had been practicing this swordsmanship every day. No matter what the situation was, he had never stopped.

Swoosh!

A stone flew towards the back of Lin Xuan's head. The sound of the stone breaking through the air rang out. The force behind the stone was frightening.

Lin Xuan tilted his body to the side and narrowly avoided the attack. He stopped moving and looked over angrily.

He saw Wang Yang and a group of linen-clothed youths standing not far away. They looked as though they were looking for trouble.

"Yo, your movement technique isn't bad. You can even dodge that?" Wang Yang said with a smile.

"What do you want?" Lin Xuan gripped the sword in his hand and said in a low voice.

If he had been a little slower, there would have been a bloody hole in his head. He had no enmity with these people, but they were so vicious!

"I heard that you've been practicing this swordsmanship for three months. It must be very powerful. Show it to us."

Lin Xuan looked at them coldly and didn't say a word.

"Why? You don't dare?

Or you've been practicing for three months and there's no effect at all? "Wang Yang laughed arrogantly.

"Brother Wang, show him what you're capable of. Let him know how powerful you are!"

"Kid, let me show you what a swordsmanship is!"

Wang Yang took a step forward and a fierce aura gushed out from his body. It was like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

"As expected of a Ninth Rank Body Refinement Realm cultivator. Just his aura alone is enough to make me uncomfortable!" Many linen-clothed youths were shocked.

Wang Yang sneered. He pulled out his steel sword and brandished it before thrusting it towards Lin Xuan.

The linen-clothed youths widened their eyes. They wanted to see Lin Xuan's powerless appearance as he fell to the ground. They were already sick of this guy who didn't fit in. They were all sword slaves, so why did he act like a master!

Lin Xuan sighed. His pale hand gripped the black sword. In the next moment, his eyes became unusually fierce.

He pulled out the sword, soared, thrust, and sheathed it.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. When the crowd came back to their senses, they found that Lin Xuan had already sheathed his black iron sword and was standing there coldly.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Wang Yang looked back in horror. A strand of his hair was cut off and there was a bloody wound on his neck. Blood was flowing out.

Hiss!

The crowd sucked in a breath of cold air. They never would have thought that Wang Yang, a Ninth Rank Body Refinement Realm cultivator, would be defeated by Lin Xuan, a Third Rank Body Refinement Realm cultivator. Moreover, it was a victory in one move.

"Who exactly is this Lin Xuan? What kind of swordsmanship does he practice?" This was the question on everyone's mind.

"What's going on? Why are you all gathered here? Do you want to rebel?!" A fierce voice sounded.

"Oh no, the Black Sky Sect's disciples are going to rest." The linen-clothed youths trembled. They put on a smile on their faces and welcomed the white clothed disciples.

"Master, you must be thirsty. This is Nine Night Spirit Tea, I brewed it overnight!"

"Young Master, this is a Secret Spirit Pill. It can quickly recover your physical strength. Take one."

All the linen-clothed youths bowed and took care of the white clothed disciples. Even Wang Yang was no exception. He put away his frightened expression and quickly ran towards a white clothed disciple.

"Master, your pill." Wang Yang respectfully said.

The youth took the pill and swallowed it. His eyes glanced at Wang Yang's neck and his brows furrowed.

"What's going on? How did you get the wound on your neck?" The white clothed youth Chen Feng asked.

"Mas, Master …" Wang Yang's body trembled. If his master knew that he lost to a Third Rank Body Refinement Realm cultivator, his ending would be very miserable.

At this moment, the other white clothed disciples also came over. Some of the sword slaves explained what happened. Everyone looked at Lin Xuan.

"A sword slave dares to be so audacious. Do you believe that this young master will kill you?!"

"Looks like you guys are becoming more and more unruly!"

"Young Master, he is Miss Tang Yu's sword slave." Someone reminded.

"Oh, Tang Yu changed to a sword slave?

How come I didn't know? "

"What, do you have a problem with that?"

Outside the crowd, a clear voice sounded. Following that, a young girl wearing a pale white skintight dress walked in.

This young girl's facial features were exquisite. Her skin was fair, her figure was impressive, and her legs were long and slender.

Many people secretly swallowed their saliva. Even the white clothed disciples' lips were dry and their eyes were shining.

"Lin Xuan, let's go." Tang Yu directly ignored these people. She threw the sword in her hand to Lin Xuan and left with him.

"Are we going to let them go just like that?" Some disciples were unconvinced.

"Don't worry. I can't touch Tang Yu, but a little sword slave can play him to death in minutes.

Aren't we going into the mountains to prepare for that matter tomorrow? Bring this brat along and let him have a good taste of it! "

"You dare to provoke me, Chen Feng? You're dead!" The white clothed disciple looked at Lin Xuan's back and revealed a cruel smile.

Lin Xuan followed the long-legged beauty and attracted the attention of many people. Of course, most of these gazes were directed at Tang Yu.

Tang Yu didn't care about these gazes at all. She looked at Lin Xuan with a smile and said, "I saved you. How do you plan to repay me?"

"Yes, thank you." Lin Xuan said seriously.

"You —"

The young girl lightly clenched her teeth. Her small face was angry and she stared at Lin Xuan with an unkind expression. But she seemed to have thought of something. She blinked her eyes and said softly, "Lin Xuan, there's something wrong with my sword. Help me take a look."

The young girl handed over a long sword. The dark green scabbard was made from the skin of a demon beast. There were a few gems on the scabbard that sparkled under the sunlight.

Lin Xuan didn't care about this at all. He grabbed the long sword, pulled it out, and carefully examined it.

The aqua blue blade was like the sky, but there was a small black spot at the tip of the sword, which made the entire sword dim a lot.

"Ai, you don't care about your sword at all."

Lin Xuan muttered as he used the sword to cut his finger and let the blood flow out. His finger was stained with blood and very quickly, the black spot disappeared. Lin Xuan let the blood flow over the entire blade before he stopped what he was doing.

"It's done." He handed the long sword to the young girl.

The young girl happily took the long sword and waved it in the air a few times. It let out a whooshing sound. The blood had already entered the sword and the entire sword was like a sapphire.

"Stand there!" The young girl saw Lin Xuan turn around and leave and coldly shouted.

"Tang Yu, your sword has already been fixed for you. What else do you want?" Lin Xuan sighed and helplessly said.

"I want to practice my sword. Spar with me." Tang Yu angrily pulled out the long sword.

"Big sister, you are a fourth level Meridian Spiritual Knight. You want me, a third level Refining Body Spirit Apostle, to spar with you? Are you trying to kill me?" Lin Xuan immediately refused.

Disciples who have reached the Meridian Stage are called Spiritual Knights and those who have reached the Refining Body Stage are called Spirit Apostles.

"Don't worry, I won't use my spiritual power." Tang Yu's mouth curved into a smile. With a twist of her wrist, the blue long sword suddenly pierced over.

"This girl is playing for real!"

Lin Xuan was shocked and hurriedly raised his sword to block. With a "ding" sound, the two swords clashed. Lin Xuan only felt a strong force that pushed him back three steps.

"I didn't use any spiritual power!" Tang Yu said with a smile. The long sword in her hand changed again and like a gust of wind, it attacked Lin Xuan.

"Hehe, this is my new Clear Wind Sword Technique. Try it out."

The long sword in Tang Yu's hand created a gust of wind that blew Lin Xuan's clothes.

"Damn, it's like this again. Every time you learn a new sword technique, you use me to practice!"

Lin Xuan had already been a sword slave in the Black Heaven Sect for three months. In these three months, he didn't know how many times he was tortured by this little devil. Every time he practiced with her, he would definitely be injured.

Thinking of this, he heard a "rip" sound and a long cut appeared on his clothes. Lin Xuan was furious and the long sword in his hand began to counterattack.

Although he still couldn't open his Spiritual Pulse and couldn't really cultivate, Lin Xuan's talent in sword techniques was very high. Those ordinary sword techniques in his hands became magical as if he was born with this ability. This was also the reason why Tang Yu often looked for him to practice her sword techniques.

Seeing that Tang Yu didn't use any spiritual power, Lin Xuan swung his long sword and drew half an arc in the air. He flicked Tang Yu's attack to the side and then directly chopped down towards Tang Yu's wrist.

Tang Yu was shocked. She danced with the Breeze Sword Technique in an attempt to neutralize this attack. However, Lin Xuan's sword was like a venomous snake, closing in on her step by step and accurately blocking her moves every time.

"Hmph!"

Tang Yu was furious and unconsciously used her spiritual power. The blue long sword emitted a ball of light and sent Lin Xuan flying.

Plop!

Lin Xuan flew back two meters and fell to the ground. The blood in his chest was in turmoil. In front of spiritual power, he was like a small boat in a raging sea that could capsize at any time.

"If I could open my Spiritual Pulse, I wouldn't have fallen to this point!" Lin Xuan thought of this and his expression became gloomy.

"God, you gave me such a good aptitude, but I can't open my Spiritual Pulse. You're playing me to death!"

Seeing Lin Xuan playing dead on the ground, Tang Yu walked over and kicked him. "Alright, stop playing dead. I didn't use any strength."

Lin Xuan felt the pain and sat up. "Give me a Spirit Pill to heal your injuries. Otherwise, no one will practice with you in the future."

Tang Yu rolled her eyes at him and reluctantly took out a scarlet Spirit Pill and threw it over.

Other sword slaves would bow and scrape and listen to their masters. However, this Lin Xuan was different. He ignored her and was even more arrogant than her.

However, Lin Xuan always had a unique understanding of swordsmanship. His sword was also better than other sword slaves. Therefore, Tang Yu only bullied him a little and didn't dare to really break him.

Ever since she started practicing with Lin Xuan, her swordsmanship had improved a lot in the past three months.

"You can be considered a sword genius. Unfortunately, you can't cultivate spiritual power. So just follow me obediently. I won't let you suffer!" Tang Yu comforted him and left.

Lin Xuan took out a small white porcelain bottle and placed the scarlet Spirit Pill into it. Then, he carefully put it away.

This was a healing Spirit Pill with amazing effects. He always put it away and saved it for wheen he needed It most.