The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

The sight of a hundred swords flying together was even more spectacular than fireworks during Chinese New Year!

Lin Xiao stared at the center of the arena and said in a low voice, "Didn't you see it?"

He hadn't unleashed 30% of his power in his sword-splitting technique; he was deliberately holding back.

On the command platform, Emperor Daizong stroked his beard and sighed, "The Heavenly Profound Sword Manual almost got lost back then, but I never expected this kid to actually master it."

Elder Qifeng added, "What's even more remarkable is that he can use the True Qi of the Subtle Realm to activate the Sword Splitting Technique. Anyone else would have had their meridians reversed long ago."

A deafening roar came from the second arena.

Jiang Wei formed a hand seal, his body surrounded by lightning, which was the "Thunderbolt Guide" from the Thunder Light Sword Technique.

Wang Han, who was at the third level of the Purple Mansion Realm, actually caught the lightning with his bare hands. Golden light surged in his palms, indicating that he had cultivated some kind of body cultivation technique.

"Brother Jiang, be careful! He's at the third level of the Purple Mansion Realm, don't fight him head-on!" Jiang Chuan couldn't help but shout.

Jiang Wei turned back and smiled, but the lightning flashed even brighter: "Don't worry, I haven't used my true abilities yet!"

Before he could finish speaking, the jade pendant at his waist suddenly shattered, revealing that he had burned his natal magic weapon to enhance its power.

Looking at the fierce battle in the distance, Su Wen suddenly said to Jiang Chuan, "Brother Jiang Chuan, although we belong to different paths of swordsmanship..."

But they were all on the path to victory. Today's defeat has taught me that refining weapons also requires cultivating the mind. Thank you.

Jiang Chuan nodded: "Brother Su, you're too kind. Cultivating immortality is about each person seeking their own path. To have an opponent like you is Jiang Chuan's good fortune."

The sunlight slanted across the arena onto the stage, and Jiang Chuan felt that his true energy had been depleted by more than half, causing his legs to tremble.

He secretly circulated the "Dragon Elephant Divine Demon Art," and felt a warmth emanating from his meridians, which had been tempered by heavenly lightning, allowing him to recover even faster than usual. This was a benefit of breaking through to the third level.

"Next match, it will be my turn to stand shoulder to shoulder with Brother Jiang," Jiang Chuan murmured to himself, gazing at the number two arena.

No matter what pressure he faces next, whether it's the pressure of the Purple Mansion or an even stronger magical artifact, as long as he holds the sword in his hand, he will have nothing to fear.

Su Wen finished tidying up the magical artifacts, then suddenly remembered something, took out a jade slip from his robes, and handed it to Jiang Chuan:

"This is the 'General Outline of Artifact Patterns' from my Su family. Brother Jiangchuan, if you are interested, you may wish to take a look."

Perhaps combining swordplay with other skills can lead to new insights.

Jiang Chuan accepted the jade slip, cupped his hands in thanks, and said, "Brother Su's generous gift will be forever remembered."

Below the stands, Sun Qi and Fang Sheng were discussing animatedly. "Have you noticed? Senior Brother Jiang Chuan's sword formation is specifically effective against a sea of ​​magical artifacts," Sun Qi whispered. "Although Su Wen has many Thousand Machine Swords, he shredded them all with his Splitting Sword Technique. That's the domineering power of a sword cultivator."

Fang Sheng nodded: "No wonder he could summon heavenly lightning; such sword intent should indeed be earth-shattering."

The wind swept across the arena, carrying a hint of blood.

Jiang Chuan felt the tremor of the black jade sword at his waist.

This duel with Su Wen is merely an obstacle on the path of cultivation; even stronger opponents lie ahead.

For example, Wang Han, who is at the third level of the Purple Mansion, and the unknown path of cultivation.

But at this moment, he was filled with fighting spirit.

The blue scales hissed at his feet, and the phantom of the nine-colored deer flashed across the sword sheath, reminding him that he was not alone.

He looked toward the second arena, where Jiang Wei and Wang Han were locked in a fierce battle, their lightning and golden light intertwining and illuminating half of the arena.

"The path of sword cultivators should be one of unwavering progress," Jiang Chuan murmured to himself, gripping the black jade sword tightly in his hand.

No matter what realm or magical artifact lies ahead, he can only move forward with his sword in hand.

This is his path, and it is the path of all sword cultivators.

On the command platform, Emperor Daizong watched Jiang Chuan's retreating figure and suddenly smiled at the elder of Qifeng beside him:
"Old buddy, you guys at Weapon Peak should keep a close eye on this kid from now on. Who knows, one day he might just come up with a new path of cultivating both swords and weapons."

Elder Qifeng stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "If that's truly the case, then my Su family's magical artifacts will have to thank his sword for sharpening them."

On the second arena of the martial arts arena, Jiang Wei was bathed in electricity, and his long sword was spewing out bolts of lightning as thick as bowls, enveloping Wang Han opposite him in lightning.

Wang Han's golden armor was charred black, yet he still withstood the lightning strikes. When he formed hand seals, golden magic seals condensed in his palms, tearing a gap in the lightning pillar.

"What a magnificent display of the Third Heaven of the Purple Mansion!" Jiang Wei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pointing his sword at Wang Han. "Again!"

He changed his sword technique, and lightning patterns suddenly lit up his body, which was the killing move "Thunderbolt Lead" of the Thunder Light Sword Technique.

Thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and three bolts of lightning as thick as water buckets struck down, turning the blue bricks of the arena into dust.

Wang Han's expression changed slightly, and he brought his palms together to release a golden light shield.

The lightning struck the light shield, unleashing a deafening roar, and Bagua patterns appeared on the surface of the shield.

That was the symbol of the Purple Mansion Formation. "Jiang Wei, your lightning magic may be powerful, but it cannot break my Purple Mansion Formation!"

His voice boomed like a bell, his light shield shattered the remaining thunder, and with a backhand slash, a golden blade came down.

In the stands, Sun Qi clenched his fists: "Can Senior Brother Jiang hold on? Wang Han's Purple Mansion looks eerie."

Fang Sheng stared at the electric lights on the arena and suddenly whispered, "Have you noticed?"
Jiang Chuan's Thunderclap Swordplay is exactly the same as Jiang Wei's sword style; they were probably passed down from the same school.

On the arena, Jiang Wei narrowly avoided the golden blade, but was struck on the shoulder by the aftershock, tearing half of his robe.

Knowing that further delay would inevitably lead to defeat, he withdrew his sword and retreated, saying, "Brother Wang's strength is formidable; I concede defeat."

After saying this, he clasped his hands in a fist salute, cold sweat dripping down his chin.

Wang Han sheathed his golden blade and returned the greeting, saying, "Brother Jiang's thunder magic is domineering; if he reaches the Purple Mansion Realm, he will surely be a formidable opponent."

His gaze swept over the longsword in Jiang Wei's hand. "I am grateful for your concession today. I hope that when we meet again, I will witness your even stronger swordsmanship."

Jiang Wei stepped down from the arena, and Jiang Chuan quickly went to greet him. "How are your injuries?" he asked, handing him a healing pill.

Jiang Wei shook his head and swallowed: "He won't die. Wang Han's Purple Mansion is an array-type formation; while lightning magic can damage its surface, it can't harm its core."

He lowered his voice, "When you face him later, remember to act quickly and don't give him a chance to set up a formation."

During halftime, a light mist rose from the training ground.

Jiang Chuan sat on the stone steps, listening to the conversation between Su Wen and the disciples of Qifeng in the distance.

Suddenly, Jiang Wei was seen standing alone in the shadows of the arena, his fingertips lightly tracing the lightning patterns on his sword sheath. Those were the inheritance marks of the "Thunder Light Sword Technique".

"Brother Jiang Chuan, it's time to go on stage." The referee's voice startled him from his reverie.

He looked up and saw Wang Han standing in the center of the number one arena, his golden armor gleaming coldly in the mist.

Just as he was about to get up, Jiang Wei suddenly patted him on the shoulder: "I'm going to meet Su Wen in the loser's bracket. You focus on dealing with Wang Han."

Remember, the weakness of the Bagua formation in his Purple Mansion lies in the Zhen position.

On the stands, Emperor Daizong and Yun Wanggui were talking in hushed tones.

"Jiang Wei, that boy, knows how to preserve his strength."

Yun Wanggui stroked his beard and said, "If the losers' bracket can win consecutive matches, they still have a chance to compete for third place."

Emperor Daizong nodded: "The duel between Jiang Chuan and Wang Han is the most important one."

On the loser's bracket stage, Su Wen was playing with his Qiankun Fan when he saw Jiang Wei step onto the stage and laughed:

"Brother Jiang, you just lost to Wang Han. Do you have the strength to take my Thousand Machine Sword now?" Jiang Wei didn't answer, but drew his sword.

As the sword hummed, his aura changed drastically, as if a martial god had descended upon the world.

The sword intent transformed into a golden dragon-shaped phantom that coiled above his head. It was the opening move of the "Martial Emperor Sword Technique," "Dragon Raises Its Head."

Su Wen's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly summoned the Qilin Shield Armor.

With a flash of sword light, Jiang Wei unleashed a golden sword aura that crashed down like Mount Tai amidst a dragon's roar.

The phantom of the Qilin on the shield only lasted for half a breath before being torn to shreds by the sword energy. Su Wen was blasted three zhang away and crashed onto the edge of the arena.

There was silence.

No one expected that Jiang Wei, who had just conceded defeat in the winners' bracket, would defeat Su Wen with a single, thunderous sword strike in the losers' bracket.

Sun Qi stood up: "Good! Senior Brother Jiang has a killer move up his sleeve!"

Fang Sheng murmured, "So he wasn't using his full strength against Wang Han at all."

Jiang Wei sheathed his sword and bowed to Su Wen, saying, "Brother Su, I apologize."

Su Wen got up and looked at the lingering dragon-shaped sword intent on Jiang Wei's sword: "Brother Jiang's sword strike was even more domineering than Jiang Chuan's sword formation. I admit defeat wholeheartedly."

On the command platform, Emperor Daizong looked at the two people in the arena and suddenly chuckled: "Brother Yun, you and I have cultivated for over a hundred years, have we ever seen such a sight?"
The cultivator at the Zhiwei Realm possessed true qi as profound as a supreme being, yet even at the third level of the Purple Mansion Realm, he was at a disadvantage against the Sword Realm cultivator.

Yun Wanggui stroked his beard and nodded: "The Kunlun Secret Realm is about to open. If such a prodigy can enter, he'll likely cause chaos throughout the realm."

He suddenly lowered his voice, "But there's a cultivation suppression effect in the secret realm. If they break through after the tournament..."

"It doesn't matter."

Emperor Daizong's eyes were burning with determination. "The Northern Daoist lineage has been dormant for too long. If these little fellows can find opportunities in the secret realm..."

Even if breaking through to a higher realm attracts a heavenly tribulation, it will still be a blessing for my Cloud Sea Immortal Sect.

On the arena, Wang Han removed his armor, revealing a soft gold-threaded inner armor, with three talismans on his wrists glowing faintly:

"Brother Jiang Chuan, although I am inferior to you in swordsmanship, I would like to invite you to test my foundation at the third level of the Purple Mansion Realm."

Jiang Chuan's pupils contracted slightly. He could sense the surging spiritual energy around the other person, each rune corresponding to a formation within the Purple Mansion. "Brother, please."

With a flick of his wrist, the bladeless sword transformed into a blue light and was drawn from its sheath, while the Azure Dragon sword energy coiled around his body.

When Wang Han slashed down with his broadsword, there was not a sound, but a wolf's head phantom appeared on the blade. This was the "Sword Qi Transformation" of someone who had reached the Great Perfection of the Sword Qi Realm.

Jiang Chuan's Azure Dragon Sword Qi met the attack head-on, and the two beasts collided, unleashing bursts of azure and golden light, shattering the railings at the edge of the arena.

"good!"

In the stands, Zhang Baoyi clenched her handkerchief tightly. "The sword energy of the third level of the Purple Mansion Realm can actually clash head-on with the sword intent!"

Tang Zhizhi gazed at the swirling sword shadows in the arena and whispered, "The four extremes of the Sword Realm are not the realm of death."

Brother Wang's sword qi realm has reached its peak; it may not be inferior to Jiang Chuan's sword intent realm.

Liu Qing shook his head: "Look at Jiang Chuan's swordsmanship, it carries a fierce edge, clearly he's fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

He touched the broken sword at his waist. "This kind of killing intent is something we scions of noble families can't learn."

On the arena, Wang Han's sword wolf was torn to pieces by the Azure Dragon, but he took advantage of Jiang Chuan's undiminished strength to pounce on him and cleaved down with his broadsword like a mountain-splitting axe.

Jiang Chuan parried with his sword, only to feel a numbness in his tiger's mouth. He quickly used the "rolling sword style" to deflect the force, and the blade sparked as it scraped against the opponent's soft armor.

"What a magnificent Purple Mansion Physique!" Jiang Chuan thought to himself, his toes touching the ground as he retreated. His sword technique changed, and a hundred sword shadows emerged from the Edgeless Sword, which was the starting stance of the Heavenly Profound Sword Formation.

Wang Han didn't dodge. Seven array plates flew up at the same time, forming an eight-trigram array above his head, which actually shattered the hundred sword shadows.

"Brother Jiang Chuan, although your swordsmanship is high, you cannot break my Purple Mansion Formation!"

Wang Han roared, and twelve golden blades flew out from the array, targeting twelve major acupoints in Jiangchuan.

Jiang Chuan suddenly closed his eyes, and the sword intent of the senior in the Sword Tomb appeared in his mind.

"In the way of sword cultivators, no formation is insurmountable, and speed is the only way to break through."

He opened his eyes, and the bladeless sword transformed into a streak of light, three points faster than the golden blade, piercing straight into the "Zhen position" at the center of the array.

The Bagua formation shattered instantly. Wang Han's expression changed slightly, and he took three steps back, leaving a three-inch-long gash on his soft armor.

"Good!" Jiang Wei shouted in a low voice from below the stage, his long sword slamming heavily against the stone steps, sparks flying.

From the stands, Liu Qing lowered her voice: "Junior Sister Zhang, Junior Sister Tang, do you know Jiang Chuan's background?"

Just as Zhang Baoyi was about to speak, Tang Zhizhi leaned closer, her eyes full of curiosity.

"He comes from the Yan Kingdom. Several months ago, during the demonic chaos in the Southern Region, he single-handedly killed tens of thousands of demon soldiers in the Battle of Hulao Pass."

Liu Qing's fingertips traced the hilt of the broken sword. "The Southern Army calls him the 'Ghost General.' The resentment of those ghost soldiers is probably even stronger than the sword energy emanating from this arena."

Zhang Baoyi covered her mouth in shock: "A cultivator at the Knowledge Realm can kill ten thousand ghosts? How much karma must they bear?"

As Tang Zhizhi watched the sword shadows flying on the arena, he suddenly understood why Jiang Chuan's sword intent always carried a chilling aura.

That was a killing move forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

On the arena, Wang Han suddenly made a hand seal, and seven array plates lit up at his waist, instantly unfolding the array domain within his Purple Mansion.

His speed increased by 30%, and when his broadsword slashed down, it even created a sonic boom. Jiang Chuan's Azure Dragon Sword Qi was bounced off by the Bagua patterns on the array plate as soon as it touched his armor.

"Jiang Chuan, try out my Purple Mansion Third Heaven's array domain!"

Wang Han roared, and his swordplay suddenly changed, each strike carrying the trajectory of an array, sealing off all of Jiang Chuan's escape routes.

Jiang Chuan felt the pressure increase, so he quickly mobilized his internal energy and used the Qi Bell Technique from the "Righteous Qi Sword" to protect himself with a light golden light shield.

But Wang Han's attacks came like a tidal wave, and every time the broadsword struck the Qi Bell, it caused Jiang Chuan's blood and qi to surge.

He then realized with shock that his opponent's Purple Mansion was not only an array, but also transformed spiritual energy into tangible pressure, each strike carrying the force of a thousand pounds. "Bang!"

When the seventh sword fell, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the Qi Bell, and Jiang Chuan was thrown backward by the shock, crashing through the arena railing.

There was an uproar.

Su Wen sneered from the stands: "What a brilliant strategy of using an array to break a sword! Jiang Chuan's Qi Bell has been broken; he's likely doomed."

Jiang Wei gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white, when he saw Jiang Chuan suddenly make a sword gesture in mid-air, and several streaks of green light flew out from his sleeve.

That was the Green Wood Sword Qi from the Five Elements Sword Manual, which transformed into Green Vine and pierced the Green Bricks at the edge of the arena.

Jiang Chuan used the momentum to pull himself up, forcibly reversing his direction in mid-air. In the instant the green vines snapped, he had already leaped back onto the arena, stepping on the broken bricks. On his arm, exposed from the tear in his robe, were three ghost face tattoos. These were the marks of the Southern Region Ghost Soldiers.

Su Wen's smile vanished abruptly, his face turning even uglier than a brick.

Tang Zhizhi said softly, "This move uses the Azure Wood Sword Qi to simulate the force of vines, allowing him to switch sword techniques while flying backward."

Liu Qing nodded: "The life-or-death battles on the battlefield are what hone this ability to adapt to changing circumstances. We, in our martial arts training at the Immortal Sect, ultimately lack this ruthlessness."

Wang Han's pupils contracted sharply, his heavy sword pointing diagonally at the ground: "Jiang Chuan, with your cultivation at the first level of the Purple Mansion Realm, it's already quite an achievement that you could withstand three of my moves." (End of Chapter)