The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Chen Xuan met Yun Che's fierce gaze, shook his head helplessly, and sighed.

He stood up, his hands behind his back, his voice steady and powerful.

He began to issue orders: "Fellow monks, today's registration has ended.

Please practice on your own, gather your strength, and come back tomorrow to sign in and register."

Below, all the monks responded in unison: "Yes!" The voices were uniform and resounded through the sky.

Afterwards, all the monks flew up on their swords, their figures drawing graceful arcs in the air.

In an instant, high in the sky, sword energy of various colors intertwined together, like a gorgeous and colorful painting, which was beautiful beyond words.

The cultivation and power contained in the sword energy make people yearn for it.

Jun Yan and True Man Jiuyang stood up one after another. They faced Yun Che with solemn expressions.

Shuang Yue also slowly stood up from the throne. She stood in front of the throne with a graceful figure. Her eyes fell on Yun Che, filled with endless affection and attachment.

On the high platform, only Yun Che was sitting on the throne.

He slowly closed his eyes and placed his hands flat on both sides of his knees, as if he was in deep thought or gathering his strength.

True Man Jiuyang held a whisk in his hand and said softly, "Emperor, I will take my leave."

His voice was calm and deep, revealing a kind of indifference that was otherworldly.

Yun Che did not open his eyes, but said in a calm and slightly pleading tone, "Jiuyang, I leave Wan'er to you.

Please teach her patiently and help her cultivate the Great Dao."

Upon hearing this, True Man Jiuyang bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured. Cultivating your disciples to cultivate the Great Dao is my bounden duty."

His tone was firm and confident, as if he had already shouldered this responsibility.

Yun Che slowly opened his eyes, looked up at Master Jiuyang, and nodded slightly to express his satisfaction.

Then, he set his eyes on Jun Yan who was standing beside him, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry in his eyes.

He asked, "Jun Yan, you are so young, how did you manage to escape the mundane world?"

Upon hearing this, Jun Yan clasped his fists and replied, "I see beauty as bones, and all prosperity is empty."

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he had already seen through the illusion and impermanence of the world.

However, Yun Che did not completely agree with his statement.

He stood up and snorted coldly, "Really?"

Then, he raised his hand, and the long sword on Jun Yan's back automatically came out of its scabbard and was tightly grasped in Yun Che's hand.

Jun Yan's expression suddenly became panicked. He quickly stretched out his hand and said urgently, "Emperor, please return the sword to me!"

His tone was filled with urgency and pleading.

Yun Che carefully examined the sword he held tightly in his hand. The sword seemed to contain endless mysterious power.

It emits a faint purple light, which is particularly eye-catching in the dim light.

He gently stroked the sword, a playful smile on his lips.

He said slowly: "Jun Yan, this sword of yours is called Lingxiao, right?"

Upon hearing this, Jun Yan hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed, his attitude respectful and resolute: "Indeed, I beg Your Majesty to be so kind as to return the sword to me."

His eyes revealed his deep attachment to the sword.

Yun Che raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, as if everything was under control: "It's just a sword, I can refine countless of them for you at will.

How about you bear the pain and give this sword to me?"

Jun Yan's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he pleaded again: "This sword is my natal sword. It has been with me for many years and has gone through countless battles.

It resonates with me and is my indispensable companion.

I beg Your Majesty to show mercy and return the sword to me."

At this moment, Yun Che's body suddenly soared into the air. He held the long sword in his hand and swung it in the air, creating a series of brilliant sword shadows, like a dragon swinging its tail, with magnificent momentum.

Jun Yan was secretly shocked.

Except for me, no one can pull out the scabbard of this natal sword. How did the Emperor do it? He summoned my sword with just a raise of his hand?

Chen Xuan, who was watching the battle from the side, looked at Yun Che who was wantonly waving his sword in the air, shook his head helplessly, and called out loudly: "Yun Che, stop making trouble.

Return the sword to Jun Yan quickly and let him go back to practice well.

You teasing him like this is truly unworthy of your status as an emperor."

Yun Che seemed not to have heard Chen Xuan's words, and continued to dance with the sword in the air, the sword light weaving and the purple light shining.

Jun Yan's face was filled with anxiety, his eyes fixed on the sword.

His heart was filled with helplessness towards Yun Che.

The whole scene was in a stalemate for a while.

Jun Yan slowly stretched out his hand and called softly, "Ling Xiao."

The longsword in Yun Che's hand seemed to have heard the call and began to tremble violently. The sword body emitted a faint light and seemed extremely excited.

High in the sky, Yun Che's movements came to an abrupt halt. He stepped into the void, like a god, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

He just raised his left hand, and in an instant, a huge palm condensed in the sky, shining with brilliant golden light and coming with pressure.

In the blink of an eye, a girl in purple was forcibly pulled out of the sword by the giant hand.

The huge hand tightly gripped the purple-clothed girl's throat, making her look painful and distorted.

On the high platform, Jun Yan had a solemn expression on his face as he stared closely at everything that was happening in the sky.

Chen Xuan also looked up, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his hand. A powerful force came from his palm and rescued the woman in purple from the huge palm.

The purple-clothed woman stood firm, stood beside Chen Xuan, bowed, and said with a hint of gratitude in her voice: "Thank you for saving me, senior."

Then, she quickly walked towards Jun Yan, hugged his arm, and leaned on him like a little bird.

She said coquettishly, "Brother Jun Yan, that man is so powerful, I'm so scared."

Jun Yan patted her back gently and comforted her softly: "Ling Xiao, I'm here, don't be afraid."

As Jun Yan finished his words, the huge hand in the sky disappeared into thin air.

At this moment, Yun Che came over with a sword, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the woman in purple, his eyes filled with anger and disdain.

Jun Yan turned around and protected the woman in purple behind him like an indestructible fortress.

Upon seeing this, Yun Che quickly retracted his sword and stood at his side, a sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth: "Jun Yan, you actually secretly keep a beauty within the sword. This really opens my eyes."

Jun Yan turned around and held the purple-clothed woman's hand tightly, his expression calm and composed: "She is my sword spirit, so of course I have to protect her."

Upon hearing this, Yun Che taunted, “What a sword spirit! You’re treating the sword spirit as a Taoist companion, secretly raising and loving it.”

Jun Yan maintained a humble and unyielding attitude and patiently explained: "To nourish the sword with blood and essence is the way of sword cultivation.

Over time, a sword spirit will naturally emerge from the sword.

Your cultivation is profound, if you are willing to try,

You can also raise a sword spirit as your companion to practice with."

Yun Che frowned upon hearing this. He raised the sword in his hand, pointed it at Jun Yan, and asked, "Last night, you used this sword to break my magic circle.

Let Wan'er suffer a thunder tribulation, causing her to forget her true self?"

Jun Yan replied calmly, "That's right, what happened the night before was indeed my doing.

If the Emperor is displeased by this, just stab me a few times, and I, Jun Yan, will bear it without complaint."