Chapter 41: Advising the Senior Sisters, the Heaven-Earth Demon-Slaying Sword Formation Returns!

Qin Xuan’s words instantly ignited the fury of the disciples beneath the stage.

“Who is this guy? How dare he say Senior Sister Xia needs improvement in her array techniques, or that Senior Sister Liu’s ice spirit power and Sword Intent could be better?”

“Isn’t he basically claiming he’s better than both senior sisters in these areas?”

“Exactly! Senior Sister Xia’s mastery over arrays and Senior Sister Liu’s ice spirit power and Sword Intent are their greatest strengths!”

“Even some Deacons don’t match up to them. How does this kid have the nerve to say that?”

“Shh! You don’t even recognize him? That’s Qin Xuan, the one who sent Yang Yun flying with a single punch the day he arrived at the Holy Land!”

As some disciples caught sight of Qin Xuan’s face, they recognized him at once. The shock from the incident outside the Elder Hall still lingered in their minds.

“Damn it! He’s Qin Xuan? That freak with peak Second-Layer Sword Intent?”

“So what if he’s Qin Xuan? His strength and Sword Intent might be impressive, but how can he compare to the senior sisters when it comes to understanding array techniques and ice spirit power?”

“Exactly! Everyone has their specialty. No matter how strong he is, he can’t be good at everything!”

“You know what? I think he’s trying to catch the attention of the senior sisters!”

“Damn brat! Not only did he bring two beautiful wives to the Holy Land, but he’s also trying to win over our senior sisters?! What a beast!”

“Those two are his wives? I heard they were his blood-related older sisters!”

“Damn it! Qin Xuan deserves to die! He really deserves to die!”

“Senior Sisters, don’t be fooled by his handsome looks!”

“Who’s fooling anyone? Give him credit—Brother Qin is genuinely handsome!”

Following Qin Xuan’s words, the disciples below the stage buzzed with heated arguments.

Xia Qingcheng and Liu Qiyue, who had been about to step off the stage, halted. Both women frowned.

As the disciples said, everyone specialized in different fields. Though they’d heard about Qin Xuan punching away Yang Yun and acknowledged his strength, how could he presume to advise them on array techniques and ice spirit power? Unless… he truly was trying to get their attention?

At that thought, both felt the urge to turn around and confront Qin Xuan, demanding his nerve.

But when they turned, their eyes met Qin Xuan’s handsome, celestial face, graced with a sincere smile.

Their hearts softened slightly, and their tone lost its edge.

“Brother Qin, could you enlighten us—what areas should I and Senior Sister Liu improve?” Xia Qingcheng asked, her tone not unkind, but hardly enthusiastic.

Meeting her gaze, Qin Xuan continued, “Senior Sister Xia, please demonstrate your array again. That way, I can point out precisely where improvements might be made.”

The crowd erupted once more. Was he really going to advise her?

“Alright!”

A spark of challenge flared in Xia Qingcheng’s bright eyes. She refused to believe that a new disciple could match the insight of Deacons and Elders who’d cultivated array techniques for decades!

ROAR!

Spiritual Energy surged around her as patterns materialized in the air, coalescing into deadly arrays. Her formations integrated divine runes alongside standard arrays as foundations—making them far more complex and potent than ordinary ones!

“Come, Brother Qin. I await your guidance!”

Once the arrays solidified, Xia Qingcheng met Qin Xuan’s gaze.

“Formations blended with runic arts are ten times more complex than ordinary arrays! Let’s see how Qin Xuan advises her now!”

“He’s in way over his head! He’s got to be stunned stupid just looking at Senior Sister Xia’s arrays!”

Disciples from Array Path Peak beneath the stage murmured.

Arrays this intricate would take even their senior Deacons careful, prolonged study before offering advice—proof of Xia Qingcheng’s supreme talent.

Gazing at the glowing arrays with intricate energy flows, Qin Xuan smiled faintly.

He truly understood little about array techniques. Yet he could see every flaw before him—because he possessed the Truth-Seeking Eyes!

Azure light flickered in his eyes. His finger sharpened into a sword point, gathering a mere trace of Spiritual Energy.

He thrust it forward like a sword leaving its sheath—piercing the critical nodes of each array.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

With each tap, formations the disciples viewed as unfathomably complex collapsed like dead cows cut open by a butcher—disassembled at their most vulnerable points!

BOOM!

Arrays shattered into sparks mid-air, sending the stunned crowd below into a frenzy.

“Holy—he really mastered arrays too?!”

“Impossible! How could anyone possess such terrifying insight? Destroying Senior Sister Xia’s arrays with a few taps! That level of talent doesn’t exist!”

“Damn it! How is Qin Xuan good at everything?! Where did Deacon Hai find such a monster?!”

Among the clamor, Xia Qingcheng’s pure face mirrored utter shock. Her eyes widened like moons.

This young man in white robes shattered her arrays so easily. Did that mean she stood utterly defenseless against him?

“Senior Sister Xia’s arrays are profoundly intricate. If I broke them so readily, it wasn’t due to any talent in array techniques,” Qin Xuan explained, seeing her shaken expression.

“But because I was born with Truth-Seeking Eyes. They unveil flaws within formations. So my victory relied on an external advantage—it hardly counts.”

Relief washed over Xia Qingcheng. Appreciation stirred within her. Qin Xuan could easily have lied about his method—she never would’ve known.

Instead, his honesty shone through. Such integrity naturally won goodwill.

“Regardless, I thank Brother Qin for pointing out my arrays’ weaknesses,” she said earnestly.

His insights would allow her to refine her formations, amplifying her combat power several times over! He had indeed guided her.

“It was nothing,” Qin Xuan dismissed warmly. “But I know one rare sword formation you may learn from, Senior Sister Xia. I feel it might offer meaningful perspective.”

“There’s no need for a sword formation. The Holy Land holds plenty of powerful arrays for my…” Xia Qingcheng began politely, assuming someone arriving from a remote kingdom couldn’t possess anything remarkable.

But as 108 ethereal Spiritual Artifacts shimmered around Qin Xuan—centered by a formidable Demon-Suppressing Sword—her cherry-red lips parted soundlessly… and refused to close.