Until the very end, he formed a hand seal and uttered, "Return!" The sword pill returned to his forehead once more.
Having completed his sword techniques, he cupped his hands in salute to the disciples present and returned to stand beside Elder Chen.
At this moment, a few exclamations arose from the disciples below. On the nearly hundred-zhang-tall green stone wall, waves rippled, revealing the trajectories of sword techniques. Upon closer examination, it seemed as though an invisible immortal was gracefully maneuvering within it—identical to the swordsmanship used by the disciple earlier. The movements were magnified dozens of times, down to the most intricate details, visible with stunning clarity.
This was the Qingyan Wall, a relic of the Mingcang Sect. When one practices their arts before this stone, their techniques and motions are projected onto its surface. Once reflected, they remain briefly before dispersing.
The disciples knew this was a rare opportunity. Each was intensely focused, unwilling to miss even the smallest nuance.
Zhang Yan also concentrated deeply, faintly sensing a glimmer of insight taking shape.
When the wall’s light and shadows faded, Elder Chen half-closed his eyes and, with a flick of his horsetail whisk, pointed toward a disciple seated in the front row. Slowly, he spoke: "Feng Ming, have you understood clearly?"
The named disciple stood and replied boldly, "This swordsmanship is extraordinarily profound. Given my cultivation and understanding, I can only barely commit it to memory."
Elder Chen nodded, extended a finger, and shot a speck of white light into the disciple’s hand, saying, "Step forward and demonstrate."
"Yes!" The disciple received the sword pill and stepped up calmly, unaffected by the gaze of tens of thousands of fellow disciples. Taking a deep breath, he activated the sword pill in his hand and began reenacting the previously displayed swordsmanship.
Zhang Yan whispered, "Who is this person?"
Qin Nan replied in puzzlement, "Senior Brother doesn’t recognize Feng Ming? Senior Brother Feng Ming is exceptionally gifted among us. In just fifteen years since joining the sect, he has achieved mastery of the Ming Qi Three Realms. It’s said that he is currently searching for Cloud Sand to refine a Xuan Guang Seed. Even the Masters regard him highly."
After speaking, Qin Nan’s face flushed red, filled with admiration.
On stage, sword light danced as the sword pill spun and streaked gracefully. Zhang Yan took several more glances, acknowledging Feng Ming’s talent. While the broad structure of this swordsmanship could be grasped by anyone here, its intricate subtleties were far more elusive. For Feng Ming to replicate even a portion solely through intuition—this was indeed remarkable.
When the Flying Sword Skill concluded, Feng Ming withdrew the sword pill and cupped his hands in salutation to the surrounding audience. Though his demeanor was outwardly humble, the trace of pride in his brows and eyes was unmistakable.
Elder Chen nodded faintly and said, "Though this True Origin Sword Scripture is merely an entry-level flying sword technique of our sect, for you to reenact it in such a short time is no small feat." Stroking his beard, he added, "A few days ago, Brother Xun from the sect forged a set of sword pills from Star Essence Sand. Of the original ten, he said excess leads to deterioration and shared one with me. I now announce a ten-day deadline. At that time, whoever can comprehend even a fraction of this sword technique shall receive this sword pill."
At these words, the eyes of tens of thousands of disciples gleamed with excitement. Even Feng Ming’s gaze burned fervently; Star Essence Sand could only be refined by Nascent Soul-level cultivators and beyond. If one were to possess such a sword pill, their combat prowess would increase severalfold.
Seeing the enthusiasm of the disciples below, Elder Chen smiled faintly. With a wave of his horsetail whisk, thousands of threads of white light scattered downward.
Noticing a speck of light before him, Zhang Yan extended his hand to receive it. A Platinum Sword Pill landed in his palm, meant for practicing the sword techniques.
He couldn’t help but smile slightly. When it came to mystical skill cultivation, he hadn’t yet achieved the Perfect Realm of the Third Realm and was admittedly a step behind. However, in terms of comprehending sword skills and Dharma techniques—he feared no one.
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