The Sword Saint Makes a Move Couldn't Ask for More

Bai Piaopiao waved her sleeve in shock and confusion.

The dust dispersed, revealing Yi Feng standing unscathed amidst the ruins, his face filled with bewilderment and frustration.

At the sight of this scene, Bai Piaopiao's beautiful eyes trembled in astonishment. She stared fixedly at Yi Feng, utterly speechless.

Yi Feng looked down at himself in utter confusion.

He seemed completely unharmed—aside from a layer of dust on his clothes, nothing had happened to him. He felt no pain, no discomfort—in fact, it was almost pleasant, as if a gentle breeze had brushed past him.

What the hell?!

Yi Feng furrowed his brows, unable to process what had just happened. How could he, a mere Half-Saint, withstand Bai Piaopiao’s full-force strike without a scratch?

This made no sense!

Had Bai Piaopiao held back?

Filled with doubt, Yi Feng glanced around, and what he saw left him stunned.

Holy crap!

The once-elegant courtyard now looked like it had gone through a warzone. Nothing remained but ashes—no trace of the refined garden remained. It might as well have been an open wasteland.

The entire area was blanketed in dust, most of the courtyard erased without a trace, as if wiped clean by an enormous eraser.

Absolutely terrifying!

This was the power of a Saint—annihilation with a single strike. Even the mightiest Martial Spirit experts paled in comparison, like toddlers in diapers.

There was no way Bai Piaopiao hadn’t gone all out. Yi Feng refused to believe otherwise.

Yet, here he was, completely unharmed. Feeling the breeze against his skin, Yi Feng was utterly baffled. Something had gone wrong—this outcome defied all logic.

Yi Feng was starting to question reality itself.

Meanwhile, Bai Piaopiao stood frozen by the flowerbed, equally stunned. This was not what she had expected.

She had imagined Yi Feng might succeed—perhaps collapsing from the strike, only to rise again with newfound power, transcending his limits. That would have been the best-case scenario. She had even steeled herself for the worst, vowing to follow him in death if anything went wrong.

But she had never anticipated this—Yi Feng standing there, completely unharmed.

Not just Bai Piaopiao—anyone witnessing this would find it impossible to believe. A Half-Saint, surviving a Saint’s full-force strike without a scratch?

This was beyond bizarre.

As she stared at Yi Feng’s unharmed figure, Bai Piaopiao felt both joy and overwhelming confusion. She knew Yi Feng was exceptional, unmatched by any other man—but his cultivation was only at the Half-Saint level. How could he have withstood her attack?

She was certain she had struck with full power, resolved to see this through. By all logic, Yi Feng shouldn’t have walked away unscathed.

Unless…

Unless Yi Feng wasn’t a Half-Saint at all—but a Saint himself?!

The realization struck Bai Piaopiao like a thunderbolt, her heart racing, her breath catching in her throat.

She had thought Yi Feng’s rapid ascent to Half-Saint was already a rare feat, achieved through unimaginable effort. She had taken pride in his progress.

But now, she realized—he had far surpassed her expectations, reaching the Saint realm. This man continued to amaze her, filling her with admiration and overwhelming emotion.

As she watched his calm, invincible figure emerge from the dust—his familiar silhouette now carrying an air of mystery—Bai Piaopiao couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride.

This man didn’t need her protection. He didn’t even need her worry. He had surpassed her. She had chosen well.

Tears of joy and gratitude shimmered in her eyes.

Meanwhile, the shockwave from Bai Piaopiao’s strike had rippled through the entire sacred abode. Servants and divine beasts trembled in fear, the disturbance spreading far and wide.

In the courtyard, the air rippled as Su Jie appeared, her sword cradled in her arms.

Taking in the scene with calm detachment, her cold eyes flickered with confusion as she glanced between Bai Piaopiao and Yi Feng.

"What happened?" she asked coolly. "Why would you unleash such power within the abode?"

The question snapped both of them out of their daze.

Seeing her close friend emerge from seclusion, Bai Piaopiao’s eyes softened with apology—yet excitement still danced in her gaze. She stepped forward and quietly explained everything, glancing at Yi Feng for confirmation before revealing the full story.

As Su Jie listened, her expression remained impassive—Gu Qingcheng’s antics were nothing new to her. But when she heard that Yi Feng had withstood Bai Piaopiao’s full-force strike unharmed, her eyes finally flickered with surprise.

She studied Yi Feng intently, curiosity growing.

"To think you could withstand Piaopiao’s strike… You must be at the Saint realm. It seems you possess a technique to conceal your aura. I underestimated you."

The moment those words left her lips, Bai Piaopiao’s suspicions were all but confirmed. A smile tugged at her lips—Su Jie rarely praised anyone, and hearing Yi Feng acknowledged filled her with indescribable warmth.

But Yi Feng only grew more confused.

What the—?

Saint realm? Concealing his aura?

Since when?!

As both women turned their expectant gazes on him, Yi Feng felt utterly lost. Surviving Bai Piaopiao’s strike was shocking enough—but now they were claiming he was a Saint? He refused to believe it.

Previously, he had only estimated his own cultivation level. After some trials (and others’ confirmation), he had reluctantly accepted being a Half-Saint—hence why he had been targeting Saints in his quest for death.

If he really was a Saint now… who the hell could he even challenge to end his life?

This was getting ridiculous.

Muttering under his breath, Yi Feng felt his mood souring.

"No way…"

"This can’t be right."

Hearing his words, Bai Piaopiao snapped out of her joy, remembering Yi Feng’s "divine technique." A trace of regret flickered in her eyes.

"What do we do now? If Yi Feng’s cultivation is this strong, doesn’t that mean he can’t master the divine technique? He’ll miss out on a tremendous opportunity."

As silence settled between them, Su Jie observed Yi Feng closely. Though she still couldn’t discern his true strength, she spoke calmly, breaking the tension.

"Not necessarily."

"Just because Yi Feng withstood your strike doesn’t definitively prove he’s a Saint."

The two turned to her, listening intently as Su Jie’s gaze sharpened.

"Piaopiao, you’ve only recently awakened. Though you possess Saint-level power, your foundation is unstable—you can’t yet unleash the full might of a Saint. If a Half-Saint had some defensive treasure, surviving your strike isn’t impossible. Therefore, Yi Feng may not truly be a Saint."

Ah.

Hearing this explanation, Bai Piaopiao’s eyes cleared with understanding. After a moment of reflection, she nodded slowly—it did make sense.

"Mm, Sister Su makes a fair point."

At the same time, Bai Piaopiao's resolve grew firmer, dispelling all her earlier hesitation.

"In that case, why don't you take action, Sister Su? With your cultivation, you could surely help Yi Feng achieve divine mastery."

Su Jie fell silent upon hearing this, her gaze solemn as she turned toward Yi Feng.

Her cultivation was overwhelmingly powerful, and she had attained sainthood through the sword path. Even a true Saint might not withstand a single strike from her—the title "Undefeated Sword Saint" was built upon sheer strength. Though both were Saints, the gap between them was vast!

If she were to strike with her full power, Yi Feng would undoubtedly perish.

The atmosphere grew tense as both women quietly fixed their eyes on Yi Feng, their expressions grave, awaiting his response.

Unexpectedly, Yi Feng showed no trace of pressure. Instead, his eyes suddenly gleamed with excitement, as if filled with anticipation!

"Really?!"

"If Miss Su is willing to make a move, nothing could be better! This is truly an opportunity I’ve longed for!"