Chapter 29

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Chapter 29: Spirit Guiding Sixth Level

In the task hall of Liu Yun Sect,

Ming He placed the blood-stained dagger of the Bloodhand Butcher, along with the Guixuan herbs, Xuan Wing Bird’s spiritual feathers, and fire beast inner cores she had collected during her return, onto the round table in front of the attendant disciple. She smiled proudly at the astonished gaze of the attendant disciple, "I’m here to submit my task."

"B-Bloodhand Butcher’s dagger?" The attendant disciple stared at the long blade, which was soaked in blood and carried a chilling aura. He nearly gasped in disbelief. Upon meeting the girl in blue’s affirmative gaze, he was even more shocked.

That was the Bloodhand Butcher’s dagger!

The Bloodhand Butcher had killed countless sect disciples with this blade. Cultivators were always armed, and now, for this dagger to appear here, only one possibility existed.

The Bloodhand Butcher was dead!

He really was dead, slain by a Spirit Guiding Fourth Level cultivator under twenty years old.

That cultivator was none other than Su Ming He, the Sect Master’s inherited disciple.

Core disciples, inner sect disciples, and outer sect disciples passing by all reacted with the same astonishment as the attendant disciple at the sight of the dagger. It was incredible that a Spirit Guiding Fourth Level cultivator could defeat the Bloodhand Butcher at the Spirit Guiding Sixth Level!

After their shock came admiration; indeed, she was extraordinary – no wonder the Sect Master had taken her under his wing!

From this day forth, a new star would rise in Liu Yun Sect.

But what kind of light would she shine?

Could she keep up with Brother Yun and shine brightly alongside the current top Senior Sister?

This question inevitably flickered in the minds of many disciples.

They had no answers, but for the first time, some disciples dared to think this way, losing their deep-rooted sense of impossibility and denial.

Like the mighty roc rising with the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles!

The road ahead was long; who could definitively declare something impossible?

Surrounded by eager gazes, Ming He remained calm as she accepted the disciple token from the attendant disciple. Upon seeing the bright numbers "One Thousand Five Hundred and Two," a faint smile graced her lips, and she stepped towards the library.

With One Thousand Five Hundred and Two contribution points, from four months of one hundred points as an inherited disciple totaling four hundred, plus another hundred this month and five hundred from the kill of the Bloodhand Butcher, she had just enough for the Nebula Sword Art, which required one thousand points.

As for the additional five hundred points earned from gathering Guixuan Wood and slaying the fire beast and Xuan Wing Bird, they were simply a bonus?

Standing before the library door, Ming He chuckled softly. After redeeming the Nebula Sword Art, she would have five hundred and two points left. Was there some special connection with the number two?

Ming He pouted, resigned, and entered the library, familiar with the path as she located the jade slip for the Nebula Sword Art and asked the attendant disciple for a copy.

Wealth is merely an external matter; enhancing one’s strength is the eternal truth.

With this in mind, Ming He steadied her expression, carefully storing the jade slip. She set off towards her courtyard on Qingyun Peak, moving lightly as white-clad inner sect disciples greeted her along the way.

“Greetings, Su, the inherited disciple.”

“Su Senior Sister.”

“Ming He Senior Sister.”

Whether respectful or casual, they all paused and bowed, acknowledging Ming He’s identity as an inherited disciple.

She had truly made her mark in Liu Yun Sect and began to glimpse the vast skies beyond Liu Yun.

“Mm." Ming He nodded in response, continuing her way as she arrived back at her Chang Ming courtyard.

As Ming He pushed open the courtyard gate, a sense of familiarity washed over her as she gazed upon the stones, stone benches, and stone tables that stood in the yard, along with the open space she often used for sword practice. The gentle breeze outside swayed the pine branches, and in this small courtyard, she found a real connection to the world.

Ming He chuckled softly as she stepped into the yard, brushing her robe before sitting down. She placed her white long sword beside the stone table and quietly sat on the stone chair, watching the sun rise again on the horizon, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

After traveling for nearly seven days, sitting here now brought her a rare sense of peace, and her fatigue faded away. As she looked at the rolling white clouds, her smile deepened, and for the first time, she felt an optimistic view of the future.

The cultivation world is actually quite nice.

Ming He picked up her long sword and entered the quiet room, sitting cross-legged as she took out the rag she obtained from the Bloodhand Butcher. She immersed her mind in it and closed her eyes, her aura momentarily quieting before surging back with spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy flowed from above Chang Ming courtyard, purifying itself as it entered Ming He’s body, as if refined by some skilled hands.

As Ming He sensed the spiritual energy moving through her body, it collided with the barrier of the Spirit Guiding Fifth Level, bringing her delight. Originally, she intended to first master the second level of the Breath Control Technique before contemplating her cultivation improvement, yet she now felt signs of a breakthrough as she circulated her spiritual energy.

Feeling the air pull in waves of spiritual energy rushing towards her, Ming He opened her eyes again. In her right hand, a flash of light appeared as she pulled out a storage ring containing a small pile of middle-grade spirit stones sent to her as an apology from the Wang family.

“Crack!”

Accompanied by the sound of the spirit stones being crushed, Ming He circulated her spiritual energy, actively drawing in the pure spiritual energy streaming from the shattered middle-grade spirit stones. The energy washed through her meridians again and again, gradually making them more robust and relaxed. The spiritual energy within her gathered into small spirals, easily breaking through the barrier of the Spirit Guiding Fifth Level and continuing to push towards the Spirit Guiding Sixth Level.

Her ethereal features became enveloped in a mist of spiritual energy, infused with determination and persistence. At this moment, her peach blossom eyes held no regret for consuming the spirit stones; instead, they brimmed with boldness and confidence.

Though it had not been long since she broke through to the Spirit Guiding Fourth Level, her battle with the Bloodhand Butcher had greatly benefited her. Coupled with the days of seclusion and practice from the Su Clan, Ming He felt her current breakthrough was entirely reasonable.

Since a breakthrough was achievable, she had no intention of remaining at the Spirit Guiding Fifth Level. Sensing the momentum of her spiritual energy surging forward after overcoming the barrier of the Fifth Level, Ming He decisively used the middle-grade spirit stones to thicken the energy and aid her breakthrough to the Spirit Guiding Sixth Level.

As for any regrets… She had worked hard for the spirit stones precisely to enhance her cultivation, not merely to display their shine. Ming He had always drawn the line clearly between what was essential and what was extraneous.

Now, it seemed her choice was undeniably sound.

Ming He lifted her gaze to the remnants of the crushed middle-grade spirit stones scattered on the ground, her eyes shining with delight. Though her aura appeared unchanged, that was because she had employed the Breath Control Technique to deliberately conceal it.

Spirit Guiding Sixth Level!

Ming He clenched her fist, feeling the nearly doubled strength within her body. A surge of accomplishment welled up inside her. She turned and drew her white long sword, beginning to practice her sword techniques in the open space of the courtyard.

The sword energy surged like a rainbow, and the sword light flickered. As Ming He moved gracefully in her blue clothes, she fully displayed her exquisite style. The vibrant young woman shone brilliantly in that moment, dazzling even more than the blazing sun above.

Qin Chu Yi leaned against the wall, watching the girl practicing swordplay below with narrowed eyes. Spirit Guiding Sixth Level? Not bad. She smiled slightly, watching Ming He dance with her sword, her dark eyes focusing entirely on her. For the first time, she genuinely acknowledged the girl below, who had started from humble beginnings in Liu Yun but was beginning to rise towards the clouds.

Neither of them knew that in just one month, breaking through two levels in cultivation signified something significant.

Qin Chu Yi hailed from one of the top families in this world, having always encountered extraordinary talents across various clans, so she found nothing strange about it.

But she overlooked one point: Ming He was never a child of a great family. Lacking the cultivation resources and esteemed mentors that noble children typically possessed, she had reached her current point entirely through her own efforts.

Her ability to break through two levels was not aided by any external sources, except for the rich spiritual energy released from the shattered middle-grade spirit stones.

Breaking through two levels in one month at the Spirit Guiding stage, based on talent and understanding alone, Ming He was indeed comparable to the greatest geniuses of this world without falling behind.

However, Qin Chu Yi didn’t mind, and the current Ming He was unaware of it. Thus, the girl, already glowing with brilliance, kept her edge hidden for now, waiting for the day she would unsheathe her sword, stunning the world beyond compare.

“Sister Qin.”

After finishing her sword dance, Ming He sheathed her sword and noticed the Woman in White leisurely watching her from the wall. She slightly froze before smiling and spoke, her gaze meeting Qin Chu Yi’s bright dark eyes. Across a considerable distance, Ming He clearly saw her reflection in those eyes, clad in blue and holding her sword with a clean and precise demeanor.

“Mm.” Qin Chu Yi responded with a subtle smile. It was so faint that Ming He doubted if she truly smiled. Then she glanced down the wall, fading from view, as if her interest had waned along with her gaze, simply a natural occurrence.

Ming He stood there, feeling she still couldn’t quite understand this chief Senior Sister who had suddenly appeared in Liu Yun. Indeed, the behavior of a young master from a noble family was unpredictable and unfathomable.

She withdrew her gaze from the wall and took out the rag she had examined earlier, carefully studying it. Closing her eyes, she circulated her inner spiritual energy and activated the Breath Control Technique. The First Level of the technique had become second nature to her, and now she aimed to practice the Second Level: Closing the Acupoints.

Closing the Acupoints.

Ming He looked at the detailed descriptions on the rag and slowly closed her eyes, immersing herself in her thoughts. Her spiritual energy flowed within her like a gentle stream, suddenly shifting direction at a bend.

The essence of the Breath Control Technique is to conceal one’s presence and hide traces within the world. Closing the Acupoints, in essence, means suppressing one’s breath, breathing, and fluctuations of spiritual energy.

Ming He guided her inner spiritual energy along a predetermined path, gradually feeling the world before her fade into nothingness. The sound of cicadas chirping in her ears slowly diminished, and she heard the whispers of the wind brushing against the leaves. In the next moment, all sounds disappeared, leaving behind a profound silence.

Of course, it wasn’t that the world had truly fallen silent; rather, she had successfully begun to close her acupoints.

Closing the Acupoints meant shutting off the connection through the Six Acupoints: the mouth, eyes, ears, tongue, nose, and heart.

Ming He sat calmly in the quiet room as her breath became indistinct. When she opened her eyes again, her aura returned, manifesting in this realm. A fleeting light sparkled in the depths of her peach blossom eyes before vanishing, hiding her brilliance.

To fully close the acupoints, she needed to close all six, but she had only managed three: the Eye Acupoint, Ear Acupoint, and Nose Acupoint. The other three were not beyond her comprehension; rather, the rag lacked detailed records about them.

The upper scroll of the Breath Control Technique.

Ming He glanced at the blurred ink characters in the lower right corner of the rag and felt no disappointment. Obtaining this rag had been purely a stroke of luck.

If the Breath Control Technique belonged to her, she would eventually acquire the middle or lower scroll. If it didn’t, that was fine too.

With the First Level of the Breath Control Technique and the Second Level of Closing the Acupoints already mastered, she didn’t know what the future held, but she believed her upcoming trip to the cave in two months would be enough to eliminate a threat.

Ming He looked at the few vague sentences about the Third Level of the Breath Control Technique, the Shadow Escape, and repeated them to herself twice. After confirming she had memorized them, she casually destroyed the rag she had obtained from the Bloodhand Butcher.

A secret technique that could save her life was best kept known to as few people as possible; if many knew about it, how could it still be called a secret?

She thought this casually as she took out a jade slip and once again sank into her thoughts, showing no signs of wanting to rest.

The Nebula Sword Art, a sword technique she had exchanged for a thousand contribution points, was a technique her Master had described as one that could help her truly comprehend the sword intent of heaven and earth. What kind of intriguing sword art had a story tied to Lou Qing Shang?

Ming He rose, weapon in hand, moving from the quiet room to the outer courtyard. The blazing sun hung high in the sky, and the green pine trees beside the courtyard were lush. Enveloped in her focused practice, she had no idea how many days and nights had slipped away in this realm.

Among the sword cultivators of the Liu Yun Sect, the acclaimed Nebula Sword Art wasn’t as complicated as Ming He had imagined. The content on the jade slip was neither elaborate nor redundant; on the contrary, it was exceedingly simple, to the point of being minimalistic.

First move of the Nebula Sword Art: Flowing Clouds.

Second move of the Nebula Sword Art: Lonely Star.

Third move of the Nebula Sword Art: Nebula.

That was it…

The jade slip contained only these three moves. Rather than sword techniques, they felt more like a former sword cultivator’s scattered insights into the chaotic nature of swordsmanship.

Ming He felt that her thousand contribution points had gone to waste. Where was the famed yellow-level Unparalleled Sword Technique? Where was the exceptional aid in comprehending the true sword intent of heaven and earth? This jade slip clearly lacked any sword technique illustrations.

For a sword technique, regardless of its version, there should be postures of a sword cultivator wielding the sword. Without those, how could junior cultivators practice?

Swordsmanship emphasizes both form and spirit, but if there is no form, where could the spirit come from?

Ming He couldn’t understand, but she was not an impulsive and reckless girl who acted on a whim; she was accustomed to thinking things through. Beneath her youthful exterior resided a similarly young yet wise soul, experienced in the ways of the world, clever and composed.

So when she took a moment to calm down, it wasn’t difficult for her to recall Lou Qing Shang’s complex expression and the subtle look on the Sect Master’s face when discussing this sword art. In hindsight, perhaps the subtlety lay within the sword art itself?

After all, cultivators enjoyed significantly longer lifespans and memory retention compared to ordinary people. She couldn’t believe her Master would misremember or misstate the sword art. If they hadn’t made a mistake, then it must have been her oversight.

The Nebula Sword Art was not simple.

With this realization, Ming He suppressed her immediate urge to go to the main hall of Qingyun Peak to ask her Master. Instead, she patiently flipped through the sparse words on the jade slip, repeatedly reading and reciting them, attempting to uncover the subtleties within and their connection to the sword intent.

Seven days passed in a blur, and she gained nothing.

Thinking of Lou Qing Shang claiming to have entered the Nebula Sword Art, Ming He furrowed her brow. The wise conceal their true identities; how could she have chosen to ignore Lou Qing Shang simply because those three words never appeared in the original plot?

And then there was Yun Zhao Feng.

The former chief disciple of the Liu Yun Sect, also an inherited disciple, and also a sword cultivator. He must have practiced this sword art as well.

Ming He stood up and walked toward the main hall of Qingyun Peak. Upon seeing the elegantly carved words “Persevere in Your Practice” on the pear wood in the main hall, she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. From being an outer sect disciple to an inherited disciple, from the third level of Qi Refining to the Spirit Guiding Sixth Level, her ascent had been so smooth that she nearly forgot the lesson that there are always greater heights beyond.

The world beyond Liu Yun was vast, yet she had not truly comprehended even this small sect mentioned in the original plot. How could she discuss anything else?

She needed to be more self-disciplined and reflective in the future, avoiding the pitfalls of arrogance and complacency.

Ming He repeated this thought in her mind as she stepped into the Perseverance Hall.

“Have you read through the Nebula Sword Art?” Inside the hall, upon learning Ming He’s purpose, the Sect Master smiled slightly, asking a question that seemed peculiar to Ming He.

She was inquiring how to enter the Nebula Sword Art, and naturally, she had read that jade slip countless times, not just once.

“Not just once,” Ming He replied honestly.

“Not just once? I guess that means many times,” the Sect Master replied, maintaining his amused expression as he saw Ming He nod in acknowledgment. “Actually, I’m surprised it took you seven days to seek me out.”

“Your Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister both realized they had no clue as soon as they received the jade slip, and they rushed here to the Perseverance Hall that very night.” The Sect Master spoke with a tone of approval, understanding that Ming He’s calm gaze reflected some confusion about the difference, yet he had no intention of explaining.

The difference between approaching him immediately and waiting seven days was not merely the span of time; it was about differing understandings of the swordsmanship and the confidence in oneself.

Ming He had that confidence without any surprise.

Cultivators fight against fate itself, and confidence, in a way, represents courage. Without courage, how could there be cultivation?

His newly accepted disciple had a heart ready to become a powerful ally!

Of course, the “powerful ally” he referred to wasn’t an ordinary kind of strength. Even if her cultivation was not high, the Liu Yun Sect Master’s knowledge of the world was unlikely to pale in comparison to Ming He, who seemed to be aware of everything.

The “powerful ally” he spoke of should be like the Sword Master.

“Please don’t hesitate to share your insights, Master.” Ming He did not understand the meaning behind his words, as her focus was solely on the Nebula Sword Art and the sword intent of heaven and earth.

Since Yun Zhao Feng and Lou Qing Shang had both consulted their Master to enter this art, it seemed logical that the Master had unique insights into the Nebula Sword Art.

Time was pressing, and danger lurked in the shadows. If she could comprehend the true sword intent before entering the cave, her chances of obtaining the star-shaped spiritual artifact would only increase.

“It’s useless for you to ask me,” the Sect Master spoke gently, explaining as he saw Ming He’s confused expression, “I have not practiced the Nebula Sword Art, so I cannot grasp the true sword intent of heaven and earth.”

“Then what about Brother Yun and Senior Sister Lou…” Ming He asked in confusion.

“They managed to enter only through their own efforts. I didn’t assist them at all.” The Sect Master slowly sat down on the high seat. “However, strictly speaking, they don’t truly count as having entered. From beginning to end, they have hardly touched upon the essence of the Nebula Sword Art. But you are different; you have made contact.”

“You say you don’t know how to enter. Xiao He, you have already entered.” The Sect Master looked at her, his eyes slightly complex, suddenly considering the possibility that she might indeed have a chance to comprehend the sword intent of heaven and earth.

“What do you mean by enter?” Ming He felt a shiver run through her.

Enter? The first move of the Nebula Sword Art, Liu Yun? The ninth move of the Liu Yun Sword Art? Could it be that this Liu Yun was the same as that Liu Yun?

She met the Sect Master’s affirming gaze and felt her heart skip a beat, both surprised and strangely accepting. She had indeed thought that the ninth move of the Liu Yun Sword Art was the first move of the Nebula Sword Art, since they shared the same name.

But the problem was that the description of the first move Liu Yun in the Nebula Sword Art was just a few words, completely not aligning with the Liu Yun she had already comprehended. Moreover, since the sect bore the name Liu Yun, she had naturally assumed that the term encapsulated all sword techniques within this sect, applicable to anything.

Turns out it wasn’t so?

“The ninth move of the Liu Yun Sword Art, the Flowing Clouds, is the same as the first move of the Nebula Sword Art. The differences in descriptions are due to the absence of sword technique illustrations in the Nebula Sword Art, right?” The Sect Master said with a smile, appearing quite relaxed as he gently guided his disciple. “But have you considered where the original sword techniques come from?”

Where do the original sword techniques come from?

Ming He pondered thoughtfully, “Do you mean to innovate?”

“Exactly.” The Sect Master was surprised by her outstanding understanding. “When the world first began, everything was chaotic. At that time, there was no distinction between swordsmanship, bladesmanship, or formations. The Great Path was simple; regardless of whether one wielded a weapon, the ultimate goal was to defeat the enemy, which is why there was no need for detailed sword technique illustrations. A cultivator would simply swing their sword based on instinct.

However, as time changed, many exquisite sword techniques were lost over the years. The younger generation, saddened by this loss, began to recreate the actions, expressions, and gestures of these techniques through illustrations, which led to the abundance of swordsmanship jade slips and various arts we see today.”

“Every path in the world emphasizes its artistic comprehension. True inheritance never clings to superficial techniques; the true understanding of the Great Path is what gets passed down.” The Sect Master looked at Ming He, beginning to teach her in earnest.

“So you mean that I need to continue to comprehend and explore my Flowing Clouds move?” Ming He asked, somewhat confused.

To understand the sentiment behind the sword techniques, she needed to not focus solely on the moves or the sword tip. If she truly grasped the essence of the sword, she could freely wield her sword, regardless of where the tip pointed.

The sword intent of heaven and earth.

When the sword is drawn, the world is astonished.

She had already grasped the sword intent and seen the power of her sword techniques enhanced by it. How powerful, then, must the true sword intent be?

She was very curious, even more eager.

“Your Liu Yun Sword Art is mastered to an extraordinary level, no less than that of the founder’s time. You have already grasped the essence of Flowing Clouds, so I cannot offer you advice on the practice of this move,” the Sect Master said, shaking his head and sighing. “You are a precious gem. If your starting point was not the Liu Yun Sect, I believe your achievements would be even greater now.”

“As for the sword intent of heaven and earth, I cannot teach you anything. This path is one you must explore yourself.”

“But I currently have no thoughts.” Ming He reflected on the three moves illustrated on the jade slip, feeling lost amidst the confusion.

“If you are unaware of it yourself, how do you know of the existence of the sword intent of heaven and earth?” Ming He asked, voicing her doubts.

If no cultivator in the Liu Yun Sect comprehended the true sword intent mentioned by the Sect Master, how could the Sect Master himself know of its existence?

“Because I have seen it with my own eyes, not in the Liu Yun Sect, but in the Floating Clouds,” the Sect Master’s eyes darkened as he didn’t elaborate. “That sword overshadowed mountains and rivers, and mere words cannot adequately convey its grandeur.”

“Little He, do you know what a true sword cultivator is like?” His tone held excitement and aspiration, with emotions that were difficult to suppress. He looked into Ming He’s bright eyes, emphasizing each word, “A sword cultivator wields their sword, traversing the heavens and earth, with family affairs, national matters, and world matters being nothing more than matters of the sword.”

In a moment of recollection, he reminisced about his youthful days under his Master’s guidance, the thrill of hearing of the Sword Master’s exploits, and an image appeared in his mind: a man standing alone with a sword, blocking thousands of troops at the Heavenly Martial Gate, ensuring the peace of this world for thousands of years.

That was the true sword cultivator, the sword cultivator of ancient times.

The Sword Master single-handedly vanquished foreign tribes; his stature was as grand as Mount Tai for the human race. Because of his existence, humanity regards swordsmanship as the supreme path. Thousands have flocked to follow in the footsteps of the Sword Master, with sword cultivators streaming in like schools of fish, yet despite the emergence of many talents over the years, there has only ever been one Sword Master.

Ming He couldn’t fully understand the Sect Master’s passionate feelings nor what he was thinking. Her pursuit of swordsmanship stemmed from the original host’s choice, as they practiced swordplay before her arrival.

As long as she became strong enough to defeat enemies, why not choose any path? As she started her practice, she began to see the sharpness and determination that differentiated sword cultivators from other paths. Swordsmanship aligned perfectly with her principles, and thus she continued down this path.

“Regarding the Nebula Sword Art and the sword intent of heaven and earth, I genuinely cannot offer you any guidance,” the Sect Master observed her expression and realized she didn’t grasp his feelings. At her young age, she had not witnessed the brutal devastation wrought by foreign tribes, so she could not feel the heaviness of what he spoke.

The ninth prefecture of the Eastern Region, Luoyin City, was too small, small enough that foreign tribes wouldn’t even wish to descend here. However, one day when she steps out into the world, she will understand. At that time, she could only hope to be a little stronger, not seeking to kill foreign tribes but simply to protect herself.

The Sect Master sighed softly, choosing not to burden Ming He with too heavy a truth at this moment. “However, there is someone in the Liu Yun Sect who can help you.”

“Who is it?” Ming He asked without hesitation, her voice full of anticipation.

“Qin Chu Yi.” The Sect Master revealed this name, hoping that Ming He would go ask her for guidance.

The Young Master of the Qin family, with such high status, whether in terms of family heritage or personal understanding, any guidance she could receive would be invaluable for Ming He at this time. Yet, it remained uncertain whether someone as noble and proud as the Young Master Qin would condescend to help. But if that someone were Ming He, perhaps she would?

Seeing the girl in blue before him, deep in thought, the Sect Master couldn’t help but reveal a hint of a smile. After all, she still owed his little disciple several favors!

What did it matter if the Young Master of a great family was esteemed? He believed his little disciple was not to be underestimated, for they were not saints bestowing kindness without seeking recompense.

Moreover, Qin Chu Yi was currently the chief disciple of their Liu Yun Sect; given her title, it would only be natural for her to lend a hand by offering guidance to a Junior Sister.

“Does Sister Qin practice ancient swordsmanship?” Ming He carefully chose her words when she asked.

“Not at all,” the Sect Master shook his head, a touch of regret in his expression. “The swordsmanship she practices is unlike ours.”

In Chang Ming Courtyard.

Ming He sat on a stone chair in the center of the courtyard, looking up at the wall separating her from Qin Chu Yi’s courtyard, her eyes filled with contemplation. After trying to draw her sword again, only to feel unable to delve deeply, she finally decided to heed the Sect Master’s advice and consult Qin Chu Yi.

“Bang.”

Ming He easily climbed over the wall, landing on the ground, meeting the gaze of the Woman in White who looked at her with curiosity. “Sister Qin, I’m here to seek guidance on sword techniques.”