Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

Liu Xing and the other man galloped along, arriving at the Sword Sect's main gate a month later. Dongfang Qing was overjoyed. Brother Xing was taking her to challenge the Sword Sect, the world's greatest sect. The thought of it was exhilarating. She admired her brother Xing more and more: he was all-knowing, almighty, invincible, and so handsome. "I have to catch up, and become the best together with Brother Xing," she thought, clenching her fists.

The Sword Sect, claiming to be the leader of the sword arts, established a sword-testing arena in the central square, welcoming challengers from all corners of the world. They seized this opportunity to recruit many exceptionally gifted swordsmen. Those who practice swordsmanship possess an inherent refusal to admit defeat, and any accomplished swordsman must challenge the sword-testing arena, honing their skills and seeking opportunities. To be chosen by the Sword Sect and become a disciple is a testament to their ancestors' wealth, a meteoric rise to prominence.

Liu Xing decided to go straight to the point and challenge the master directly. He didn't ask for much, just to borrow books from the library for a month, which he estimated would be enough for him to finish looking up the important information. He took out his bamboo flute and began to play "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer". The soul-stirring flute sound immediately spread to all parts of the Sword Sect. Whether they were in seclusion or walking around, they were all attracted by the magic sound. The air was filled with murderous aura, and the heroic spirit of the martial arts world was aroused. Everyone was a martial artist, and they felt the same way. They were all mesmerized by the music and couldn't concentrate on their cultivation. Using music to influence the enemy was the only way Liu Xing could release his spiritual energy. He learned it by himself, although he had only used a little bit of it.

In the main peak's secret room, Sect Master Bai Jianfeng was meditating in seclusion. The sound of a flute lingered in his ears, and even he, a top-tier Xiantian master, was disturbed. He was startled and immediately stopped his retreat, rushing towards the mountain gate and shouting:

"Who is this esteemed guest? I'm sorry for not coming to greet you."

Bai Jianfeng tried to drown out the flute's melody with his roar, freeing his disciples. However, the flute's music abruptly stopped, preventing the exchange of blows. Liu Xing, realizing he had achieved his goal of establishing authority by luring Sect Leader Bai out, stopped playing and waited at the mountain gate. Meanwhile, the second and third generation disciples gradually regained consciousness and flew towards the gate.

Liu Xing did not show any fear in the face of the huge crowd. He looked ordinary and had no aura.

"The boy who just played the flute music was this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy?" Bai Jianfeng was very suspicious, but there was no one else around, only Liu Xing holding the flute.

"Greetings, Sect Leader Bai. Please forgive me for any rudeness I may have shown you. My junior sister and I traveled here specifically to pay our respects and test our sword skills." Liu Xing said calmly.

"The Sword Sect welcomes heroes from all over the world to come and test their swords. May I ask where your master came from?" Sect Master Bai wanted to know their origins.

"They are Mei Yan and his companions," some of the disciples recognized them.

"Recently, there's a rumor about the chivalrous couple Mei Yan. They're known for their bravery and righteousness. I've heard of them for a long time."

"It's just a false reputation in the martial arts world. I'm from Meihua Villa, and my junior sister is from Yanyu Pavilion." Liu Xing said modestly. Introducing his family background could actually dispel the other party's doubts.

"Okay, since you are all from famous families, please come in, young men." Sect Leader Bai led everyone to the sword-testing platform in the square.

"My junior sister has just mastered the swordsmanship, and would like to learn some of her skills from you. Qing'er, go up." Liu Xing said loudly.

"You don't go up yourself and let a little girl do it. How shameless of you." Everyone booed.

"Brother Xing is a hundred times better than me. Only when he defeats me will he be qualified to challenge him." Dongfang Qing jumped onto the ring and said loudly. She was naturally beautiful and had a sweet voice, which was very charming.

Finally, a disciple, unconvinced, stepped forward to challenge. Dongfang Qing's internal strength had improved dramatically over the past year, and her Misty Rain Swordsmanship had reached such perfection that no one below the Acquired Great Perfection stage could rival her. Sect Leader Bai, a grandmaster of the sword art, nodded repeatedly, saying, "This woman is incredibly talented!" He wondered how much more skilled this young man was.

The third generation of disciples was completely annihilated, leaving the Sword Sect's leaders dismayed and frustrated. The second generation of disciples began to take action, reaching the peak of their acquired talents. Dongfang Qing finally felt the pressure, and she had to use all her skills to barely secure victory. This duel was a profound benefit for her, with the endless variety of sword techniques she encountered leaving her overwhelmed. Reinforcing her own abilities would help her grow even faster. Dongfang Qing's winning streak was finally halted by a peak acquired talent, and she realized her own shortcomings and stopped being arrogant.

To save time, Liu Xing jumped onto the stage and pointed at the twenty-odd second-generation disciples who were at the peak of their powers, saying, "All of you come on together."

"You arrogant brat! Watch out for my sword!" A top-tier expert, enraged, leaped onto the platform and thrust his sword. Liu Xing leaned sideways, pressing his finger against his throat. No one saw the movement, only Bai Jianfeng caught the trace and was startled.

"What a brilliant sword move! You are no match for him. Just retreat." Bai Jianfeng said calmly.

"Young friend, let me meet you." Bai Jianfeng had no choice but to go up by himself. He really didn't want to bully the weak, but the Sword Sect couldn't lose face.

"Of course, thank you for your advice, Sect Master. However, I have a request. If I can defeat you in some way, let me borrow books from the library for a month." Liu Xing took the opportunity to state his purpose.

"I promise you. If you lose, you will become my disciple of the Sword Sect." Seeing that the only condition was to read a book, Bai Jianfeng agreed without much hesitation. He still had confidence in himself.

After saying that, the two jumped onto the platform, ready to fight.

The Sword Sect's disciples were going crazy, and the Sect Master personally taught this arrogant person a lesson. Everyone was eagerly anticipating the showdown, spreading the word and calling friends, filling the square to the brim. The Sword Sect's other two innate masters had also arrived. Seeing how this kid's inner energy was contained without leaking out at all, he was indeed quite extraordinary.

There is no false reputation under a great name. Sect Leader Bai is known as the best master in the world, so he must be no ordinary person. Liu Xing is also very serious and wants to take this opportunity to hone his martial arts attainments.

Sect Leader Bai unleashed his profound energy, his robes fluttering in the wind, his aura unstoppable. His shoulders lowered, his elbows dropped, his sword swung at his waist, the aura of a master. The disciples cheered loudly, rooting for the Sect Leader!

Liu Xing countered each move, using intention without force, breaking the rules and exploiting the enemy's weaknesses. Both of them had exquisite footwork, and as they moved, dust was raised, making it impossible to watch directly. A hundred rounds were completed in a flash. Among the onlookers, only the two Xiantians truly understood the secrets. Dongfang Qing was even more confused, and occasionally being able to spot a move or two was a great benefit. Another hundred rounds passed, and the two separated, each standing to the side. The disciples were unable to see clearly and could not tell who was winning or losing. Only Sect Master Bai knew that he had lost half a move. The other party had such accomplishments at such a young age, and he could not match him. He decided to make friends with this boy.

"Thank you, Sect Master, for showing mercy," Liu Xing said modestly, wanting to give Sect Master Bai a way out. Everyone thought Liu Xing had conceded defeat, but they were already impressed by his swordsmanship.

"Young man, you have unparalleled martial arts skills, and I admire you. The library will be open to you for one month, and no one is allowed to stop you." Bai Jianfeng took advantage of the situation and made a promise.

Dongfang Qing was overjoyed, running over to hug Liu Xing's arm, her face as bright as a flower. Suddenly, the Sword Sect disciples' jealousy surged, their expressions of awe instantly turning to hatred. Liu Xing could only smile wryly; this little beauty really was good at drawing hatred from him.