"Mastering true skill and cultivating divine intent not only enhances one’s control, making it move like a part of one’s own body, but also greatly increases its power."

Bai Qi opened his eyes, brought his two swords together, and flicked them lightly. The Qi Blood Inner Strength suddenly vibrated, transforming into a resounding sword hum!

Whizz!

The bamboo pen holder on the desk was instantly pierced with tiny holes!

"Is this Sword Qi? No, it’s more like Sword Brilliance!"

Bai Qi raised both hands, his ten fingers wrapped in sharp, radiant light.

Pushing it to the limit, within three feet, it was a deadly zone, impossible to evade.

"Cultivate the Red Dragon Sword Form in the Lung Palace to be even larger, condensing Sword Brilliance, with Sword Qi soaring through the sky, truly graceful."

Bai Qi was satisfied, knowing that when his power becomes even more profound, he would connect the nose and throat, inside and outside linked.

He might even achieve holding a breath and spitting white light, beheading a person!

"Now that the divine intent and aura are established, the next step is to refine spiritual energy."

Bai Qi thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of cultivation, solving all difficulties, overcoming various obstacles, eventually moving freely, which made him very happy.

By channeling Qi Blood and practicing cultivation, a strand of divine intent with sharp and fierce brilliance emerged.

Just like a small sword swinging to assassinate, directly sending chills to the neck.

Drawn by the divine intent, the spiritual energy sealed inside the cauldron suddenly boiled like bubbling water.

Buzz!

A thumb-thick strand of spiritual energy was absorbed, drawn into the body.

Sssss!

So hot!

Bai Qi’s face turned red, as if holding glowing charcoal in his mouth, scorching his skin, with crackling sounds.

Fortunately, the "Flood Dragon Subdued Yellow Springs Sutra" erased all pain and dispelled delusions, so it did not affect him.

Dominating like a dragon, daring and powerful Qi Blood, was like a giant millstone, slowly grinding the truly pure, abundant spiritual energy.

"This is much more exhilarating than drinking fine wine or sleeping with a beauty!"

As the refining completed, Bai Qi felt a sense of unprecedented comfort and ease.

He couldn’t help but indulge in it, becoming obsessed.

That feeling of soaking, from the flesh to the soul, in warm water, continuously expanding and growing.

Truly indescribable!

Especially the tangible, visibly increasing power!

"No wonder in historical dynasties, which Emperor would be willing to surrender the supreme throne willingly to their son.

If given inexhaustible, abundant spiritual energy, this Emperor job, whoever wants it can have it."

Bai Qi’s lips curled into a smile, as a strand of spiritual energy was crushed, dispersing with Qi Blood into every part of his body.

He seemed to be bathing in a gentle spring breeze, his whole being feeling transcendent, almost to the bones.

"Set!"

Bai Qi’s eyes cleared, forcibly suppressing various relaxing fantasies.

He continued to pluck spiritual energy, drawing it into his body, nourishing the flesh and soul.

"Such treasures, being governed by the Dragon Court, could be said to hold the power of ruling over all. For hundreds or thousands of years, as long as the Profound Mysterious Divine Soldiers are not lost, the country and mountains would be as solid as iron, hard to overthrow.

Master’s desire to regain ’legitimate status’ and restore ’ancestral foundations’ would be difficult.

Unless, the broken heavenly principles are fully restored, or bring the Dao Court to reclaim Red County Divine Land to possibly contend with Dragon Court."

...

...

The quiet secluded courtyard by the Nu Yun Riverfront, bamboo shadows swaying.

Mo Tian Sheng sat with his sword, embracing it like a close companion.

True strength irrigated, divine intent flowed, lasting for a full half an hour.

Only then did today’s sword nurturing lessons conclude.

For every Sword Sect disciple, from the day they received their sword.

Nurturing the sword is a lifelong lesson, without any delay.

"Junior Brother Chunyu, sit down and have some tea to dispel the frustration in your chest."

Seeing two streaks of sword light, one after the other, land in the courtyard, Mo Tian Sheng raised his hand and poured three cups of hot tea, inviting the juniors.

Junior Brother Jiang, although ranked higher than Junior Brother Chunyu, was slightly younger.

Therefore, the two liked to bicker often, making quite a ruckus.

Like unruly children who hadn’t grown up.

"Senior Brother Mo! He took advantage of me not having Divine Soldiers and used sneaky tactics!"

Chunyu Cultivator started complaining as soon as he sat down. Mo Tian Sheng glanced with a hint of disinterest.

Indeed, he was bruised and battered, almost unrecognizable.

"Lacking skills yet stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, Junior Brother Chunyu, your swordsmanship has improved but your thinking remains rigid.

As your senior brother, let me teach you a lesson: when fighting with swords, life and death are the stakes, naturally, one will use all possible means."

Jiang Zaiyue’s figure was still shrouded, his face unclear, yet his clothes were tattered, evidently not having gained much advantage.

Mo Tian Sheng looked up, with his gaze crossing the two, shaking his head:

"Junior Brother Chunyu, what’s the story behind the three streaks of Sword Qi embedded in your chest?"

Chunyu Cultivator responded angrily:

"I pursued to the Nu Yun Riverfront, saw no trace of Senior Brother Jiang, only a gondolier, I was cautious and secretly vigilant.

Unexpectedly, the gondolier wasn’t a disguised Senior Brother Jiang; instead, the few carp in the basket were!

Caught off guard, I was ambushed, and Sword Qi pierced through my chest!"

Mo Tian Sheng’s eyes twitched, Divine Brilliance Sword Jiang Zaiyue, renowned throughout for subtle and transformative skills.

Each time wielding a sword, unpredictable and elusive.

But the word "transform" wasn’t referring to swordsmanship moves but to himself.

Once infiltrating a stronghold, each time he killed a fiend, he transformed into its shape.

Until hundreds were slaughtered, transforming into hundreds of shapes.

Truly bizarre!

"Then, Junior Brother Jiang, what’s the situation with the Sword Qi embedded in your head?"

Mo Tian Sheng asked again.

"Junior Brother Chunyu may be naive, but these years of seclusion have certainly honed his skills."

Jiang Zaiyue spoke with pride, entirely disregarding the broad sword qi that sat atop his head.

"Pierced thrice in the chest yet still can unleash sword skills, going for mutual destruction, hitting me hard instead.

Unfortunately, having roamed the Jianghu longer, I have more cunning experience, aware of the prevalence of petty villains in the Green Forest Dao who love sneak attacks and drugging."