Mysterious mirror hanging high

Luo Zixuan, who was standing next to Jing Yu, watched with great interest and said with a smile, "Xuanjing, what do you think? If it weren't for this observation of the Fourth Heaven, it would be very difficult to see so many geniuses gathered together to exchange skills and fight."

"It's really exciting," Jing Yu replied casually. "Why don't you go up and show your face?"

"I'm just a fortune teller, not good at fighting. I can only bully rogue cultivators. Among the geniuses here, I can only beat a handful of them on one hand, so I won't go up there and embarrass myself."

Luo Zixuan asked, "And you?"

“Me? I have no interest in that.” Jing Yu shook his head and said, “It’s not appropriate for a rogue cultivator like me with no background to go on stage. If I lose, people will just think that I defeated an unknown nobody, and there’s no sense of accomplishment… If I win? A dignified Golden Immortal disciple being defeated by a mere rogue cultivator would be a huge loss of face, and I would offend people for no reason.”

"It's not worth it either way, so why bother making a scene?"

Luo Zixuan frowned upon hearing this and snorted, "Fellow Daoist, you are judging others by your own petty standards. We, the true disciples of the Golden Immortal lineage, are also geniuses honed through countless battles. How could we have such fragile hearts and narrow minds?"

Jing Yu laughed and said, "What a coincidence, I am the tapeworm in your stomach... The truth is, you Golden Immortal disciples only reserve your magnanimity for geniuses of equal birth."

At this moment, Jian Yunyuan, who was in the main seat, seemed unable to sit still any longer and jumped to the front of the stage, laughing:

"I'm itching to hone my skills. Are there any fellow Daoists who would like to offer their guidance?"

"What……"

The hall erupted in commotion. The prodigies present had expected Jian Yunyuan to be the last to appear, but they hadn't expected this disciple of the Sword Court to leave the stage so early.

Everyone knew that Jian Yunyuan was a magnanimous and broad-minded person, unlike ordinary disciples of the Immortal Court who were aloof and could take a joke. So, a cultivator joked, "These kinds of exchanges are always done step by step, to set the stage for others. With Jian Yunyuan taking the stage this time, doesn't it make the subsequent battles between fellow cultivators taste bland?"

"Fellow Daoist Jian is about to display his divine power in front of everyone!"

Upon hearing this, Jian Yunyuan laughed heartily: "Then it is my fault! Well then, since I have disturbed everyone's interest, I might as well offer a small prize. Any fellow Daoist may come forward to challenge me. If you can force me to use all eight of my swords at once, then I will give that fellow Daoist a [promise]."

"No matter when or where in the future, as long as it does not violate the righteous path, go against one's conscience, or target one's relatives and friends, one will do something for this fellow Daoist free of charge."

"I will brave mountains of knives and seas of fire!"

wow——

Many cultivators were so surprised that they stood up from their seats.

They knew that Jian Yunyuan valued his promises above all else, and that he established his sword path based on trust. To make him break his promises would be tantamount to making Jian Yunyuan destroy his own path!

A promise that is almost destined to be fulfilled, or a promise to pass on the true lineage of the Sword Court in the future!

Many of the young talents showed expressions of interest on their faces.

But they also knew that while the promise was good, it was by no means easy to obtain—forcing Jian Yunyuan to use all eight of his swords at once was no easy feat.

After a brief silence and deliberation, someone finally couldn't hold back and stepped forward first.

"I am Li Muyun, a true disciple of Qingyun Temple. I humbly request guidance from Fellow Daoist Jian!"

The speaker was a tall, upright young man in a green robe with a resolute face. He carried a long sword with a green blade engraved with cloud patterns on his back. His aura was refined, indicating that he had already reached the late stage of the Cave Heaven Realm.

Qingyun Temple is considered above average among the Golden Immortal lineages of the Three Heavens. It is famous in the Immortal Realm for its Qingyun Sword Technique, whose swordplay is ethereal and ever-changing, like a churning sea of ​​clouds, penetrating everywhere.

Li Muyun was clearly quite confident in his swordsmanship. He cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Jian, I apologize! I do not seek victory, but only hope to witness the splendor of your eight swords unleashed simultaneously!"

Jian Yunyuan smiled and nodded, gesturing for him to proceed. He didn't even untie the wine gourd from his waist; with just a slight thought, the ancient, broad, and deep-colored "Non-Aggression" sword silently appeared before him, hovering quietly.

Li Muyun took a deep breath, his expression solemn.

He did not underestimate Jian Yunyuan because he only used one sword strike; on the contrary, he became extremely vigilant.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and uttered a soft shout: "Qingyun Qi!"

"Qiang!"

The long sword behind him was drawn in response, transforming into a streak of azure light. In an instant, the hall seemed to be filled with mist, and the sword energy, like silk threads, silently pierced towards Jian Yunyuan from all directions, its trajectory cunning and difficult to discern.

This is precisely the essence of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique—clouds have no fixed shape, and swords have no fixed form.

Faced with this ethereal and unpredictable sword cloud, Jian Yunyuan simply extended his right index finger and gently touched the [Non-Aggression] symbol in front of him.

"Om..."

【Non-Aggression】 emitted a low tremor, the sword body turned slightly, but did not shoot out. Instead, it spun in place, not fast, but it brought with it a solid, thick, and visible light yellow wall of energy.

The countless cyan sword threads that swept in from all directions were dissolved silently upon touching the wall of energy, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without even causing a ripple.

No matter how Li Muyun changed his sword techniques or activated his magic power and true essence, the Azure Cloud Sword Qi seemed to crash into an invisible wall of energy and was completely annihilated.

Li Muyun's expression changed slightly, clearly not expecting that his signature sword technique wouldn't even be able to make his opponent move an inch.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted, "Clouds gather, thunder arises!"

The countless sword threads suddenly retracted, rapidly converging on his natal flying sword. The cyan flying sword shone brightly, its blade faintly emitting thunderous sounds, transforming into a stunning sword aura as thick as a bucket, crackling with cyan lightning, which pierced straight into Jian Yunyuan's chest with the force of a thunderbolt!

This sword strike abandons variation, concentrating all power into a single point, striving to overcome skill with brute force!

The power of this sword strike caused many of the surrounding prodigies to nod slightly, secretly assessing the situation. They thought that if they were to face it, they would probably have to be cautious, either dodging or using their own powerful abilities to counter it.

However, Jian Yunyuan remained calm. He didn't even change his posture; he simply changed his mind.

[Non-Aggression] stopped spinning, the sword tip aimed at the incoming thunderous sword energy, and casually thrust forward.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no ear-piercing explosion.

The moment the tip of the [Non-Aggression] sword made contact with the thunderous sword energy, the incomparably violent strike, which contained almost all of Li Muyun's magical power, seemed to crash into an invisible abyss.

The azure lightning on the sword aura quickly dimmed and dissipated, and the immense power vanished the moment it touched the surface of the [Non-Attack] sword.

The sword, 【Non-Aggression】, didn't even tremble; it remained steadily suspended in front of Jian Yunyuan.

However, Li Muyun's radiant natal flying sword seemed to have exhausted all its power, losing all its luster. With a mournful cry, it flew back and was caught by Li Muyun.

His hand holding the flying sword trembled slightly, his face drained of color, and his blood and qi churned within him, clearly indicating that he had suffered a slight backlash.