Rumble—
A colossal arc of sword qi, like a crescent moon, pierced the heavens. It shattered the descending thunder, sundered the storm clouds brewing lightning, and cleaved…
The very sky itself!
In that moment, everyone stood frozen.
They stared, dumbstruck, at the white-robed figure above the Nine Heavens, their hearts utterly numb.
All eyes turned to him.
Ji Changfeng, one arm cradling a beauty, the other holding the Dragon-Slaying Sword. Behind him, countless gazes looked up in awe. Before him stretched a rift spanning dozens of miles…
The chasm stretched endlessly, splitting every cloud in two.
It was as if…
The heavens themselves had been torn asunder.
Ji Changfeng lowered his gaze.
He looked at the beauty in his arms.
Lu Xueqi lay there, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted in disbelief—an expression so endearing it was almost charming.
Ji Changfeng gave a faint smile and said softly, "Senior Sister Lu, what did you think of my sword?"
At his question, Lu Xueqi's eyes flickered. Snapping back to reality, she glanced at him shyly before turning her head away, unable to meet his gaze.
But then it hit her.
Wait—I'm in his arms. What's the point of turning my head?
Am I just burrowing deeper into his embrace?
Her lashes trembled. She wanted to break free, but whether it was the warmth of his hold or her own weakened state…
She struggled briefly.
In the end, she stayed, nestled quietly in his arms.
Lu Xueqi closed her eyes.
She remained silent, as if unwilling to answer his question.
But a closer look revealed the truth.
The flush on her cheeks betrayed her heart.
She had already taken his shape.
Ji Changfeng smiled faintly.
In that moment, the scene froze, etched into eternity.
The crowd behind him seemed a mere backdrop, the vast sky lay before him, and the breathtaking beauty rested beside him. The future…
It was full of promise!
Below the arena, the crowd snapped out of their daze.
A chaotic chorus of voices erupted among the Qingyun disciples, their eyes fixed on Ji Changfeng's figure, the moment seared into their minds…
"That sword strike was just too terrifying!"
"I didn't even dare to look at it!"
"No kidding! That sword light was so dazzling I couldn't even open my eyes!"
"Upper Purity! Senior Brother Ji must have broken through to Upper Purity!"
"Heavens! Five years to reach Upper Purity?"
"What kind of monstrous genius is this? Even Ancestor Qingye wasn't this incredible, right?"
The disciples buzzed with fervent discussion.
They gazed up at the white-robed figure in the sky, their hearts brimming with awe.
Breaking through to Upper Purity in just five years?
What kind of freak is this?!
Amid the crowd, Zeng Shushu scribbled furiously. He pulled out his "Ji Changfeng's Epic Quotes" notebook and jotted down a line:
[Let me ask the world's sword cultivators—who can withstand my single strike?]
"Perfect!" Zeng Shushu snapped the booklet shut.
He looked up at Ji Changfeng with starry-eyed admiration.
In that moment, Qingyun gained yet another devoted Ji Changfeng fan.
"Senior Brother Ji has the potential to reach Supreme Purity!" Zeng Shushu declared with reverence.
Tian Ling'er stood among the Dazhu Peak disciples.
She tilted her head, gazing at the white-robed figure, her eyes sparkling with admiration. After all…
That young man in white was simply too dazzling!
As she looked at him, no one else could hold a place in her eyes…
But then, she noticed Lu Xueqi in Ji Changfeng's arms.
A flicker of discontent crossed her face. She puffed out her cheeks, stomped her foot in frustration, and muttered aggrievedly, "I was here first!"
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On the High Platform
The sect leaders stared, transfixed, at the white-robed figure above the Nine Heavens.
Their expressions mirrored those of the disciples below—shock, disbelief, and utter bewilderment played across their faces.
After a long silence, Tianyun Daoren spoke tremulously, "Sect Leader, that sword strike… it reached Upper Purity, didn't it?"
Daoxuan Zhenren stroked his beard and nodded calmly. "Indeed."
He appeared composed, but inside, he was reeling.
That sword strike…
It wasn't just Upper Purity!
With his Supreme Purity cultivation, Daoxuan could tell that Ji Changfeng's strike had reached the level of Upper Purity's fourth or fifth layer.
Such power.
It rivaled the old masters of both the righteous and demonic paths.
Good heavens!
Terrifying!
How long had Ji Changfeng been cultivating?
Five years!
In just five years, he had caught up to those old monsters who had practiced for centuries.
If word of this got out, wouldn't they be scared to death?
Daoxuan kept stroking his beard, masking the elation in his heart.
Tian Buyi grinned broadly. "Good, good…"
He was about to say more when Cangsong Daoren suddenly slammed his hand on the armrest and stood, his face alight with excitement. "Good! Good! Excellent!"
"Nephew Changfeng has the makings of an immortal!"
Supreme Purity potential? Sorry, that was outdated.
Ji Changfeng now bore the aura of an immortal!
Tian Buyi's mouth twitched.
He shot Cangsong a dark look, inwardly cursing him a hundred times over.
Damn it!
Is this my disciple or yours?!
Cangsong paid no one any mind.
In that moment, his eyes held only the peerless white-robed figure.
Alike? This is more than alike!
Nephew Changfeng will surpass Senior Brother Wan!
He will rise above both righteous and demonic paths, above everyone!
And Cangsong? His purpose in life was to pave the way for Nephew Changfeng.
Who dares touch my Nephew Changfeng? Let them first ask if my sword is sharp enough!
Trembling, Cangsong gazed at the spirited young man and voiced the question on everyone's mind: "Nephew Changfeng, what is the name of this sword?"
It was a question many had asked before.
But today was different.
Ji Changfeng turned slowly, his eyes gleaming with unmatched sharpness. With boundless spirit, he declared, "This sword is called—Heaven and Earth, One Strike!"
"Brilliant!" Tian Buyi suddenly roared, drawing all eyes. "What a Heaven and Earth, One Strike! The only sword in all the world! Worthy of being my disciple, Tian Buyi's!"
He had no choice.
If he didn't speak up, his disciple would be stolen!
Cangsong shot Tian Buyi a disdainful glance, as if to say, You? Worthy of being Nephew Changfeng's master?
Tian Buyi's rage flared.
What kind of look is that?!
Looking down on me, Old Tian?!
He was about to fire back when he caught sight of Ji Changfeng approaching, still holding Lu Xueqi.
Tian Buyi's lips twitched.
In the end, he held back, too embarrassed to bicker with Cangsong in front of his disciple.
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