System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

These words, though seemingly plain, actually contained a hidden intention to curry favor. Although Jianxin was cold and taciturn, he naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity to show his face in front of the patriarch.

Upon hearing this, the second-generation disciples in the spectator stands were so shocked that their jaws nearly dropped.

The number of Earth Immortal Ancestors in a sect has always been a closely guarded secret. Many senior disciples who have been disciples for many years have only seen the faces of one or two immortals in their entire lives.

Senior Brother Yunyi and Senior Sister Piaoxue exchanged a glance, both of them showing a look of sudden realization.

"Among the sect's patriarchs, the only one truly proficient in swordsmanship... is probably that Sword Immortal." Yun Yi tilted his head slightly, as if recalling a blurry figure he had seen in the past, his tone full of emotion.

“Grandmaster Qiandao?” Piaoxue bit her lower lip, recalling the black-robed, black-haired, and refined man she had glimpsed when she entered the sect. “I never imagined that this powerful sword formation was created by him.”

Qinglian and Fengyue also overheard a few words and anxiously sent telepathic messages to inquire, but Piaoxue simply shook her head and said no more.

"The Lesser Thousand Swords Formation?" Chen Xuan murmured to himself, his gaze growing increasingly solemn. "I must see just how powerful this legendary sword formation is."

Sword cultivators and magic-based disciples are inherently distinct.

Spell battles emphasize the interplay of elements and the grand scale of formations, flowing freely like ink splashes in a brush.

Sword cultivators, on the other hand, seek to deeply conceal the power of the Dao within their swords. To easily expose that power would be a disgrace to a sword cultivator.

At this moment, Kenshin's Lesser Thousand Swords Formation had taken shape. To the naked eye, not a trace of the power of the Dao could be found, like a tranquil deep pool, calm yet turbulent beneath.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath, then suddenly waved his hand and shouted at the Thousand Sword Puppet below, "Out of Body!"

Nine flying swords responded and shot out with unstoppable momentum, rushing into the air like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

"The essence of wind!"

Chen Xuan shouted, and in an instant, a gale arose throughout the entire demonstration arena. The gale was like thousands of invisible steel blades, wantonly cutting through every inch of air, emitting a mournful "whooshing" sound, and the hair and clothes of everyone were blown wildly.

"Listen to the wind—Fly with your sword!"

This was Chen Xuan's first direct confrontation with one of the best second-generation reincarnated immortals of Xuanqing Palace. He dared not be careless in the slightest and immediately unleashed his trump card, the Three Absolute Swords, one of the Three Lesser Five Absolute Secret Techniques.

Moreover, he also used the exquisite Wind Listening and Sword Control Technique to activate it.

In an instant, the nine flying swords seemed to be infused with souls, transforming into nine dazzling streams of light, carrying an aura of destruction, and surging towards the Thousand Sword Puppet opposite them.

The sword moved so fast that it left only blurry afterimages in the air, like nine lightning bolts.

Although Chen Xuan had fully opened his Triple Dao Domain at this moment, and his sword aura was so fierce that it was enough to make people tremble with fear, Senior Brother Sword Heart still had a cold and stern expression, like an ancient and unyielding iceberg.

Seeing the nine sword beams rushing towards him like a surging tide, he merely raised his hand slightly, waved it gently, and whispered to the nine flying swords hovering in front of the puppet: "Condense!"

With this low shout, the nine swords that made up the Lesser Thousand Swords Formation instantly emitted a hazy glow, and as the light flowed, it seemed to drape the sword formation in a dreamlike veil.

As an expert in formations, Chen Xuan immediately recognized this as a sign that the formation's foundation was stable and its power was gathering, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

Just as Chen Xuan's nine flying swords roared into the sword formation area of ​​the sword heart, a powerful yet oppressive aura suddenly erupted.

A dazzling sword light suddenly shone at the core of the Lesser Thousand Swords Formation. The light was like the dawn, but it carried a chilling aura of killing intent.

This sword beam was milky white, as if it were condensed from the purest light. The power of the Dao was locked within it. Even so, the terrifying killing aura that seemed to come from the deepest hell still swept across the entire area like a raging torrent.

Everyone felt as if their skin was being pierced by countless fine needles, and the chill penetrated to their very bones.

"kill!"

With a cold shout, Senior Brother Jianxin pointed into the void. *Whoosh*—the dazzling sword light instantly transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the sky at incredible speed, as if it had transcended the boundaries of time and space, appearing in front of Chen Xuan's nine swords in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, a loud "crack" resounded, as if glass had shattered. With just one sword strike, Chen Xuan's originally incomparably fierce Nine Swords of Listening to the Wind was easily torn apart like fragile paper. The nine flying swords were instantly shaken and tilted, their light dimming slightly.

In just one exchange, Chen Xuan's sword momentum was broken, and he immediately fell into a disadvantageous position.

This caused Bai Li and Wang Kaixuan, who were watching from the stands, to feel their hearts clench.