Three thousand miles outside the Qingxuan Sect, deep within a desolate and ancient mountain range.
Two fierce sword intents surged into the sky, tearing apart the clouds above the valley.
An invisible, razor-sharp aura permeated the air. The vegetation bowed low, and subtle sword marks were carved into the surfaces of the rocks.
In the center of the valley, beside a spring swirling with chaotic mist, a peculiar plant swayed gently.
Its entire body seemed carved from jade, standing no more than three feet tall and shaped like an orchid. However, the edges of every leaf shimmered with a visible silver radiance.
That radiance was not spiritual energy, but innate sword qi condensed to the absolute extreme!
The space around this grass was slightly distorted, emitting faint sounds of ringing swords.
Sword Heart Grass!
Rumored to grow only where an ancient sword cultivation mighty figure had passed away, it was a holy relic born from the convergence of sword qi and worldly essence over ten thousand years.
For sword cultivators, it was an unparalleled treasure used to temper sword intent and elevate the grade of their natal flying swords.
On either side of the spring, two figures confronted each other from a distance.
The person on the east side wore a white robe adorned with star patterns, unique to the Yaoguang Holy Land. He had a tall, straight posture, a handsome face, and an innate arrogance resting between his brows.
Just by standing there, invisible sword qi flowed around him, causing the power of the surrounding stars to faintly resonate.
This was none other than the Holy Son of the Yaoguang Holy Land, Mo Yiqian!
Only in his thirties, his cultivation had already reached the peak of the Celestial Realm. Hailed as the leader of the younger generation of sword cultivators in the Central Domain, he certainly had the capital to look down upon his peers.
He stared hotly at the Sword Heart Grass, then swept a cold glance at the obstacle opposite him. His voice carried a trace of anger, "This item is destined for me. Sir, back away."
The person on the west side wore an ordinary green shirt, dressed like a wandering rogue cultivator. His face was plain, with only a pair of clear and calm eyes standing out.
The aura fluctuating from his body was at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm. This was Li Xuanfeng, who had disguised his identity and appearance to travel down the mountain and gain experience.
Facing Mo Yiqian's oppressive presence and realm suppression, Li Xuanfeng's expression remained unchanged. He simply spoke calmly, his voice steady, "Spiritual items of heaven and earth belong to those who find them. If you wish to take it by force, you must first ask the sword in my hand."
"Heh, you overestimate yourself!"
Mo Yiqian sneered, his patience exhausted. He formed his fingers into a sword and pointed through the air!
"Swoosh!"
An extremely condensed stream of starlight sword qi, like a shooting star tearing through the night sky, instantly pierced the air. Emitting a sharp whistling sound, it shot straight toward the center of Li Xuanfeng's brow!
This finger strike seemed casual, but it was as fast as lightning and unmatched in ferocity, revealing Mo Yiqian's profound cultivation and exquisite mastery of the sword.
An ordinary mid-stage Celestial Realm cultivator would likely not even have the chance to react before being instantly and heavily injured by this strike!
However, facing this sudden, ruthless, and swift attack, Li Xuanfeng seemed to have anticipated it.
Without moving his feet, his body swayed gently like a willow catkin in the wind.
That fierce finger sword grazed past his temples by a hairsbreadth. The sharp energy it brought along quietly severed a few strands of his hair, but failed to harm him in the slightest.
The finger sword continued with undiminished momentum, blasting into the rock wall behind him. It instantly pierced a bottomless hole, its edges as smooth as a mirror.
Missing his strike, a flash of surprise crossed Mo Yiqian's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a thicker battle intent.
"Interesting! Try taking another sword from me!"
He stopped probing. With a flash of light in his hand, the renowned Yaoguang Holy Sword was already in his grasp.
The blade flowed with a dreamlike starlight radiance, and a far more vast and majestic sword pressure instantly enveloped the entire valley!
Surrounded by starlight, his peak Celestial Realm cultivation was fully displayed. Every swing of the Yaoguang Holy Sword in his hand drew upon the power of the surrounding stars. The sword momentum was grand and majestic, carrying a proud arrogance that sought to crush everything.
However, what severely shook his heart was that the longsword in the green-shirted man's hand traced out harmonious and rounded trajectories. They appeared clumsy and slow, but acted like deep-sea whirlpools, completely drawing in, dissolving, and deflecting his starlight sword qi that was powerful enough to tear apart mountains!
His eyes were sharp, but his heart grew increasingly shocked.
"What is this person's background? He is clearly only at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm, yet his sword intent is so condensed and heavy! My starlight sword intent actually struggles to shake his foundation?"
His sword intent was already considered top-tier among the younger generation. It was incomparably condensed, enough to make peerless geniuses of the same generation pale in fear.
But at this moment, he felt his sword intent crashing against the opponent's seemingly clumsy sword circles like waves beating against a reef. Despite the massive momentum, it was difficult to truly destroy the opponent!
Furthermore, the sense of oppression brought by this green-shirted man's sword intent faintly reminded him of the previous generation's Holy Son in the Holy Land, who had been immersed in the Dao of the Sword for nearly a hundred years. It was a feeling of unfathomable depth!
"No! This is impossible!"
Mo Yiqian roared in his heart. His sword momentum changed again, becoming increasingly fierce. "Yaoguang Starfall!"
Thousands of sword lights fell like a meteor shower, covering the area below.
Meanwhile, Li Xuanfeng, standing in the center of the storm, kept a calm expression. The longsword in his hand carved out harmonious trajectories, defending himself so tightly that not even the wind could leak through.
His foundation was robust beyond imagination!
This cultivation base stemmed from the Qingxuan Sect's current massive tilt of resources toward him, and even more so from his ability to cultivate at the Purple Bamboo Peak every half month, occasionally receiving guidance from Gu Changge.
Gu Changge's pointers were always incisive, pointing directly to the origin of the Great Dao, allowing him to avoid countless detours.
Coupled with his frequent sparring of sword intent with Junior Brother Fang, whose sword was fierce, treacherous, and full of destruction, fighting against him was like dancing on the tip of a blade. It forced him to temper his sword intent to an incredibly condensed state and build an incomparably solid foundation just to barely hold his own.
In contrast, although the sword intent of the Yaoguang Holy Son before him could also be called condensed and sharp, compared to Fang Hanyu's chaotic sword intent that seemed capable of severing karma and annihilating all things, it was simply like a stream compared to a vast ocean, lacking that extreme sense of oppression.
In fact, purely in terms of the purity and condensation of sword intent, Li Xuanfeng was confident that the sword intent he had honed with Junior Brother Fang was not necessarily inferior to his opponent's!
The commotion of their fierce battle was too great.
Several figures flew over from a distance, hiding at a safe range to observe. When they saw the two people fighting clearly, a chorus of gasps immediately sounded.
"It's the Yaoguang Holy Son, Mo Yiqian!"
"Who is his opponent? I've never seen him before! He can actually fight a Holy Land's Holy Son to a standstill?"
"Evenly matched! They are absolutely evenly matched! Look at the aftershocks of their sword intent clashing, it's terrifying!"
Exclamations rang out, filled with shock. Being able to go toe-to-toe with a Holy Son of the Central State, this green-shirted sword cultivator was enough to become famous across an entire region!
The two in the arena seemed completely deaf to the spying around them.
Mo Yiqian was spurred by the onlookers' exclamations, rousing his competitive spirit. The starlight in his eyes shone brilliantly. "To be able to fight me to this extent, you have enough reason to be proud! Now, be careful!"
"North Star Sword Domain, open!"
Buzz! With him at the center, a radius of a hundred zhang instantly transformed into a starry sky domain. Stars revolved, and the sword intent was chilling.
Within the domain, Mo Yiqian's speed and power skyrocketed. His sword momentum poured down like a galaxy, its might multiplying!
"Bring it on!"
Li Xuanfeng's gaze focused, not daring to be negligent. As he swung his longsword, he carved out profound trajectories, like the great void encompassing all phenomena, dissolving and guiding away the violent starlight sword qi one by one.
Though he defended more than he attacked, he remained as steady as a boulder.
The onlookers were dazzled, their hearts surging with excitement.
"His Highness the Holy Son has unleashed his Domain!"
"To think that the man in azure robes could actually withstand it! He is too powerful!"
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