Chapter 92 Qian Daobai VS Tang San?! Just an ant! Die!
Three days have passed since I returned from the Starry Sky Forest.
Qian Renxue could clearly feel that the 100,000-year-old soul ring within her body was constantly transforming her body.
That profound power originating from the Titan Ape settled in her limbs and bones, making her every breath seem to resonate with the pulse of the earth.
Its strength has once again achieved a leap forward.
This leap was not only reflected in the increase of her soul power, but also in a mysterious sense that extended to her understanding of swordsmanship.
Tian Dou City, the backyard of the Thousand Mansions.
This is a specially designated training ground, with a surface paved with hard bluestone, capable of withstanding the impact of a Title Douluo-level force.
Qian Renxue stood in the center of the field, holding a long sword.
This is not a divine weapon for slaying evil; it is merely a practice sword forged from ordinary iron.
But at this moment, this ordinary iron sword seemed to come alive in her hands.
She closed her eyes, quietly feeling the surging power within her body, feeling the resonance between that power and the sword's edge.
At one point, she moved.
There were no fancy moves, just a simple straight thrust.
The sword's edge pierced the air, accompanied by a soft hiss.
A pale golden sword aura burst forth from the sword tip, accurately striking a black iron target used for testing swords a hundred meters away.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
The black iron target, which was strong enough to withstand the Soul Emperor's full-force attack, shattered instantly, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.
The sword energy, still powerful, stirred up a gust of wind, whipping up fallen leaves and dust, forming a small tornado that roared into the distance.
Its power is now far greater than before.
But Qian Renxue's brows furrowed slightly.
She sensed it; her power was still scattered, merely a simple activation of soul power, possessing the form but lacking the essence.
Like a sledgehammer, it can smash through boulders, but it cannot, like an embroidery needle, pierce through thin gauze without leaving a trace.
This is not the swordsmanship my master used.
Master's sword is restrained, concentrated, and gathers all power into a single line.
That is the real sword.
"The form is there, but the meaning is not."
A calm voice came from not far away.
Qian Daobai had appeared at the edge of the training ground at some point, quietly watching her.
"Master."
Qian Renxue sheathed her sword and bowed respectfully.
Qian Daobai walked slowly over, his gaze falling on the sword in her hand.
"The sword is a weapon of killing, but also an extension of the heart."
"Your strength is sufficient, but your heart is not yet one with the sword."
He raised his hand and pointed to Qian Renxue's heart.
"Stand still, calm your mind, and meditate."
The simple six words seemed to possess a strange magic, instantly calming Qian Renxue's somewhat chaotic mind.
She nodded, sheathed her sword as instructed, and stood opposite Qian Daobai with her hands at her sides.
She closed her eyes.
Calm your mind.
meditation.
What exactly is the sword intent that Master spoke of?
The image of her master drawing his sword involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
At the summit of the misty mountain, a sword slays evil, a sword drawn a hundred years ago.
Golden petals fall before the Spirit Hall, and a storm sweeps through.
Inside the secret chamber, a dragon's roar echoed through the barrier, and a sword shattered the Spider Queen.
And that day, facing the Rakshasa deity, there was that golden sword light that tore through the barrier of destruction and severed the deity's arm!
That sword...
What was contained in that sword strike?
Is it sharpness? Is it domineering? Is it light?
It seems to be both, and yet it seems to be neither.
Qian Renxue tried hard to recall, attempting to capture the essence of that sword strike.
Gradually, she forgot everything around her.
The sounds of the wind, birdsong, and even one's own breathing disappeared.
In her world, only a sword remained.
That golden divine sword that cuts down all evil spirits.
She seemed to see that the sword was not simply being swung, but rather expressing a will.
A will that transcends heaven and earth, purifying all the filth in the world!
I see.
Sword intent is the will of the sword, and also the will of the swordsman!
What is my will?
Qian Renxue asked herself in her heart.
Is it to become an angel god and restore the glory of thousands of families?
Is it to protect one's master and forever follow in his footsteps?
Is it about clearing away obstacles and bringing true order to this continent?
Thoughts raced through my mind, but eventually, all my thoughts converged into an incredibly clear belief.
guard.
With the sword in my hand, I will protect everything I cherish!
"Buzz—"
An invisible wave emanated from Qian Renxue.
She suddenly opened her eyes!
Golden light shone brightly in his eyes!
She raised the iron sword in her hand again.
It was still that same ordinary stab.
But this time, the pale golden sword energy that burst forth as the sword danced was completely different from before.
The sword energy no longer spread wildly, but was highly condensed into a single line.
At the core of that golden sword energy, there seemed to be an even more dazzling light that flashed by in an instant.
That light carried an indestructible will to protect everything!
Sword Intent!
Although it was only a trace, and although it was still very immature, it was indeed her own sword intent!
Qian Daobai looked at the condensed sword energy and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"good."
That's all for today.
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue slowly sheathed her sword.
That momentary realization had taken a huge toll on her mental energy.
She took out a clean white handkerchief from her storage soul tool and gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
She was about to speak, asking her master for more insights into the mysteries of sword intent.
Just then.
A rough and oppressive voice suddenly rang out at the courtyard gate.
"Hey kid, stop right there."
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority and clearly reached the ears of the two people.
Upon hearing the sound, Qian Daobai stopped in his tracks and turned to look calmly at the doorway.
Qianrenxue followed suit and looked in that direction.
There, standing there, was a man of unusually large stature.
The man had a full beard and messy black hair that was casually draped over his shoulders, making him look somewhat unkempt.
He wore an old black robe, and his bare arms were bulging with strong muscles, exuding an explosive sense of power.
His expression was utterly indifferent, and his deep eyes were churning with an unyielding hatred and murderous intent.
The killing intent was so intense that it seemed to lower the temperature in the entire backyard.
Qian Daobai merely glanced at him indifferently before looking away, as if he were just an insignificant passerby.
The person who arrived was none other than Tang Hao.
Tang Hao's killing intent intensified as he looked at Qian Daobai's nonchalant attitude.
He let out a suppressed snort from his throat.
"Wait, don't beg me to let you go."
Seeing Tang Hao's appearance, Qian Renxue immediately understood that he was up to no good.
The other party's black robe and domineering aura immediately reminded her of a sect.
Haotian Sect.
This man has come seeking revenge.
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