Chapter 435

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“I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it feels like I’m about to reach the pinnacle, yet my foundation feels somewhat insubstantial and ethereal,” Li Changqing said earnestly.

Tang Chuyi had achieved a perfect sword intent and broken through to its completeness with a single sword technique from Ye Wushuang. Was Li Changqing inferior to Tang Chuyi?

“Ethereal…” Ye Wushuang took the sword from Li Changqing’s hand and said, “Then take a look at this sword technique; perhaps it will be of some help to you.”

With that, Ye Wushuang stood holding the sword. After a full incense stick’s worth of time had passed, he raised his wrist, turned the sword, and delivered a single, decisive strike. As the sword was unleashed, a subtle yet unyielding and continuous aura burst forth.

Li Changqing, observing the technique, was left stunned.

“Marvelous!” Only a truly formidable swordsman could perceive the profound artistic conception contained within Ye Wushuang’s strike.

Ye Wushuang tossed the sword aside and said, “Practice this technique tens of thousands of times each day for ten consecutive days, and you might gain a deeper understanding.”

“Good, good, good!” Li Changqing quickly replied.

It wasn’t until Ye Wushuang had left the valley for quite some time that Li Changqing finally snapped out of his daze, muttering to himself, “You wretched boy, I’m the vice dean and you’re just a disciple, acting as if you’re teaching me…”

Yet despite his complaints, Li Changqing dutifully raised his sword, recalling Ye Wushuang’s move, and swung it…

Outside the valley.

Seeing Ye Wushuang emerge unscathed, the two Inner Court Elders, Shangguan Rong and Bu Chenfeng, were seething with anger. As expected, Li Changqing had no intention of disciplining Ye Wushuang.

Noticing their evident dissatisfaction, Ye Wushuang bowed and said with a smile, “Elders, my old servant’s hand was a bit heavy earlier. I hope you can forgive him.”

Shangguan Rong snorted, while Bu Chenfeng awkwardly smiled.

“I must trouble the two elders to take me to the Qingliao Tower for my reflection,” Ye Wushuang said.

Hearing this, Bu Chenfeng’s expression turned serious as he quickly replied, “You really intend to go to the Qingliao Tower for reflection?”

“Yes, it’s Vice Dean Li’s order!”

“Ye Wushuang, the Qingliao Tower is where the academy punishes disciples who have committed serious offenses. It’s a place where every day feels like a year. One misstep could irreversibly damage your foundation in cultivation.”

“I know!” Ye Wushuang said with a sorrowful expression. “But how can I defy the vice dean’s command?”

Seeing Ye Wushuang’s seemingly distressed appearance, Shangguan Rong and Bu Chenfeng were certain that he was just pretending.

Leading Ye Wushuang through the academy, the three eventually arrived in front of a vast valley to the northwest of the academy.

Standing at the entrance of the valley, one could see a towering, dark green spire standing tall within. The tower, nine hundred zhang high and piercing the sky, was divided into nine levels. At each corner of the tower, there were lifelike, ferocious bronze-carved spiritual beasts, their expressions vivid and menacing.

This was the Qingliao Tower of the Qingyun Academy, a place that struck fear into the hearts of many disciples and elders. The origins of the Qingliao Tower were unclear, but the academy’s members were extremely reluctant to speak of it. In the vast Qingyun Academy, if the Enforcement Pavilion was a place that frightened many disciples and elders, the Qingliao Tower was a place that filled them with dread and horror.

Disciples, mentors, and elders who were punished and sent to the Qingliao Tower would take a long time to calm down after emerging, trying to forget their experiences there and never wishing to speak of the horrors within the tower. Day after day, year after year, the tower’s sinister reputation spread.

Bu Chenfeng looked up at the towering structure and said, “This is the Qingliao Tower. Go and receive your punishment.”

“Thank you, elders,” Ye Wushuang bowed and stepped into the valley.

“Uncle Changqing really is sending him to the Qingliao Tower for ten days. I thought he was just joking, trying to scare him…” Shangguan Rong sighed.

Bu Chenfeng also said helplessly, “Does Uncle Changqing not fear ruining him?”

At that moment, Ye Wushuang stepped into the valley, gazing at the towering structure before him, his eyes gleaming with a hint of eagerness…

The Qingliao Tower!

Here I come again!