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With a dull "bang", this powerful blow actually made the monster's huge body retreat a few steps slightly, as if a small mountain was shaken.

Xue Tianhan seized this rare opportunity, and rushed forward like a ghost, using his fists and feet. His continuous attacks fell on the monster like raindrops, and finally repelled the monster temporarily. The dawn of victory seemed to appear in the darkness, and a sense of joy surged in Xue Tianhan's heart.

Zhao Yu, who was in the dark, saw all of this. His face suddenly turned ashen, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists. His knuckles turned white due to the force, as if he wanted to crush the air in his hands.

He had originally planned carefully, wanting to use the monster in the back mountain to teach Xue Tianhan a lesson, so that he would give up and even disappear from Lingxu Sect forever. However, he did not expect that the development of things would exceed his expectations.

The rage in Zhao Yu's heart was like a raging flame, almost devouring his sanity. He looked like an enraged wolf, and he wished he could rush up and tear Xue Tianhan into pieces immediately.

Xue Tianhan was breathing heavily, his clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his back like a layer of wet armor.

Although he repelled the monster, he knew that this was just the beginning. His situation was still very dangerous, just like sailing on a rough sea, where he could be drowned at any time.

He took a short rest, adjusted his breathing, and then continued to move towards the depths of the back mountain. His steps were firm and persistent, as if declaring his unyielding spirit to fate.

Along the way, he encountered several waves of attacks from small monsters, but with his previously accumulated experience and tenacious fighting spirit, he managed to resolve them one by one without any danger, like a hero who had experienced hundreds of battles.

Finally, in a quiet valley, he found the magical spring. The spring was surrounded by mist, like a dream, and the spring water emitted a strange and charming light, as if it contained endless secrets and hopes, like a pearl inlaid in the valley, exuding an alluring charm.

Xue Tianhan approached the Spiritual Spring and was about to step into it when he heard a voice ringing in his ear: "You ignorant child, how dare you trespass into the Holy Land of the Spiritual Spring? If you want to live, leave immediately."

The sound was as loud as a bell, as if it came from the sky above, making Xue Tianhan's ears buzz.

Xue Tianhan looked around but saw no one. He was afraid, but he didn't want to give up this rare opportunity, so he mustered up the courage to say, "I am Xue Tianhan. I have been hindered in my spiritual cultivation. I heard that this spiritual spring can help with cultivation, so I took the liberty to come here. I hope that you will help me. I know this is offensive, but in order to pursue the path of spiritual power, I am willing to take the risk, even if it costs me my life."

The voice was silent for a moment, then said, "If you want to borrow the power of the spiritual spring, you must pass my test. Do you dare?"

Xue Tianhan said without hesitation, "I am willing to give it a try. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, I will never retreat. I must prove that I am not useless."

The test involves a duel with a mysterious guardian, whose figure is hidden in the mist, and whose voice can only be heard but not seen, like an immortal hidden in the clouds.

Xue Tianhan took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and prepared to face the challenge. The determination in his eyes was as unshakable as a rock, as if telling the world that he would never give up easily.

The competition began, and the Guardian's voice rang out again: "This battle is of no small importance. If you lose, you must leave the Spirit Spring immediately and not set foot there again."

Xue Tianhan nodded in understanding, then concentrated on waiting for the opponent's attack, like a soldier on full alert, ready for a life-and-death battle.

The guardian did not appear directly, but controlled the surrounding fog to form invisible obstacles and attacks.

Xue Tianhan, with his keen senses and agile movements, deftly dodged these attacks, like an elf moving through the mist, light and agile. At the same time, he was also looking for opportunities to counterattack, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, not missing any possible flaws.

As time went by, Xue Tianhan gradually adapted to the Guardian's fighting style. He began to try to fight back. Every attack condensed all his strength and determination, like a cannonball fired from a gun, carrying endless power and courage.

Finally, after a clever dodge, Xue Tianhan seized the opportunity when the guardian attacked and launched a counterattack with lightning speed, which amazed the guardian.

For the first time, the Guardian's voice showed surprise: "Yes, you do have some strength."

As the voice fell, the mist began to dissipate, and the figure of the guardian gradually emerged. It was a white-haired old man with a kind face, but his eyes were full of deep wisdom, like a wise man who had insight into everything in the world, quietly watching Xue Tianhan.

The old man spoke slowly, "You have passed the test and can enter the Spiritual Spring to cultivate. But remember, the improvement of spiritual power is not achieved overnight. It requires perseverance to achieve success. Just like dripping water wears away a stone, it takes time to achieve success."

Xue Tianhan bowed to the old man gratefully, then stepped into the spiritual spring, as if he had stepped into a whole new world full of infinite possibilities. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, as if he saw the moment when he was reborn.

Nourished by the spiritual spring, Xue Tianhan felt a warm current coursing through his body. The previously blocked spiritual energy channel seemed to begin to loosen, as if a frozen river had welcomed the warm spring sun. He closed his eyes and devoted himself to cultivation.

As his cultivation deepened, Xue Tianhan's spiritual power gradually increased. He could feel the power surge within him, like a dormant dragon gradually awakening. The waters of the spiritual spring seemed to resonate with his body, and every breath felt like a communion with the spiritual power of nature. He was immersed in this wonderful feeling, oblivious to the passage of time.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but when Xue Tianhan opened his eyes again, he found that the fog around him had dissipated, and the sunlight shone through the treetops onto the spiritual spring, making it sparkle.

He stood up, feeling light, as if he could leap into the sky. Xue Tianhan knew that he was no longer the scorned loser; he had re-entered the Foundation Establishment stage.

He looked in the direction of the old man, only to find he had vanished. Xue Tianhan knew this was perhaps a test from the old man, leaving him to face the next challenge alone. He took a deep breath, determined not to disappoint the old man, and continued on his way.

After leaving Lingquan, Xue Tianhan set out on the road back to Lingxu Sect. He was filled with confidence and anticipation, because he knew that he was ready to practice. As long as he had enough resources, it would only be a matter of time before he could recover his previous level of cultivation.

However, enemies often meet on a narrow road. On the way back, Xue Tianhan met Zhao Yu, who had evil intentions.

Zhao Yu, consumed by jealousy and resentment at the failure of his previous plan, had lost his mind. His eyes were red, as if possessed by a demon. Without a word, he lunged at Xue Tianhan, clearly intending to personally kill him.

Xue Tianhan was a little surprised when he saw this, but he was mostly calm. He knew Zhao Yu's sinister intentions and understood that only a battle could completely resolve their feud.

Zhao Yu immediately unleashed his signature move. Spiritual energy gathered in his palm, forming a sharp blade of light that sliced ​​through the air, piercing Xue Tianhan's throat with a whirring sound. The blow was so fast and fierce that the Xue Tianhan of the past would have had no time to dodge.

But Xue Tianhan was no longer the same person he once was. He had recovered some of his spiritual energy from the spiritual spring. Although it wasn't yet at its peak, it was more than enough to handle the immediate crisis. He leaned slightly to the side, easily dodging Zhao Yu's attack. At the same time, he mobilized his spiritual energy, converging it into his feet. With lightning speed, he charged forward in an instant.

Zhao Yu was shocked when he saw that his attack missed, but he was still unwilling to give up. He launched another series of attacks, with fist shadows intertwined and spiritual power overflowing, shaking the surrounding space slightly.

Xue Tianhan remained calm, his eyes revealing a calm and confident expression. He employed the spiritual power techniques he had learned while training at the Spirit Spring, his hands drawing a mysterious arc in front of him, forming a spiritual shield.

Zhao Yu's attack landed on the shield, only causing a faint ripple of spiritual power, and was unable to break through at all.

Xue Tianhan took advantage of Zhao Yu's setback and quickly counterattacked. With a low cry, he thrust his palms forward, and a powerful spiritual force swept towards Zhao Yu like a surging wave.

Zhao Yu had no time to dodge and was struck head-on by this spiritual energy. He flew backward like a kite with its string cut, landing heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust. He struggled to get up, but found that his spiritual energy was in disarray, making it difficult to concentrate.

Xue Tianhan slowly approached Zhao Yu and looked at him with cold eyes, as if looking down on a loser.

Zhao Yu's heart was filled with fear. He had never expected that Xue Tianhan's power was so strong.

At this moment, he realized that he could no longer compete with Xue Tianhan. In order to survive, he had to put aside his pride, kneel on the ground, clasp his hands together, and beg bitterly: "Xue Tianhan, please forgive me! I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been jealous of you and shouldn't have set traps for you over and over again. I promise I will never do it again. Please be magnanimous and let me go this time!"

Xue Tianhan stared at Zhao Yu, who knelt and begged for mercy, with mixed feelings. He had the opportunity to eliminate Zhao Yu in one fell swoop, thus eliminating future trouble, but he suddenly remembered that this was the Lingxu Sect, where fighting among fellow disciples was strictly prohibited.

Furthermore, he refused to let hatred blind him and turn him into a vengeful corpse. So, he took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Zhao Yu, I will spare your life today. I hope you will remember this lesson and respect yourself in the future. If you do something like this again, I will show no mercy."

After saying that, Xue Tianhan turned and left, leaving Zhao Yu slumped on the ground, his face filled with shame and regret. Xue Tianhan's figure gradually faded away in the sunlight. He knew that more challenges awaited him in his future.