Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

Ling Zhan entered Qingyang Town around noon, and after asking around, he found Jiang Yuchuan's courtyard.

Just as Ling Zhan raised his hand to knock on the door, the tightly closed courtyard gate suddenly opened a crack, and a small head peeked out from the crack, looking at Ling Zhan.

"Are you here to see Daoist Xuanxi?"

Ling Zhan lowered his eyes to look at Qi Changqing and nodded: "Please trouble the young layman to inform him."

"No need to announce your arrival," Qi Changqing shook his head and opened the door directly. "The master said he wants you to come in and talk."

"That's annoying."

Ling Zhan hesitated for a moment, then followed Qi Changqing into the courtyard.

As soon as Lingzhan entered, he saw the old Taoist priest Xuanxi sitting under the peach tree, looking longingly at the kitchen.

"Lingzhan greets Grandmaster Uncle!"

With his back straight, Ling Zhan bowed respectfully to Xuan Xi.

Xuanxi glanced at Lingzhan with a disappointed look and said in a flat tone, "Did your master send you to find me?"

Ling Zhan replied respectfully, "This disciple has come on Master's orders to invite Grandmaster Uncle back. Master said—"

"Alright, alright," Xuanxi waved her hand impatiently, interrupting, "We can talk about this after we finish eating!"

"Yes!"

After saying that, Ling Zhan stood motionless behind Xuan Xi, like a tall poplar tree.

Ever since Ling Zhan entered the room, Qi Changqing had been secretly observing him, filled with curiosity about this Taoist priest who wore a pure white robe and always had a stern face.

Xuanxi then smiled and looked at Qi Changqing, saying, "Little Changqing, while Mr. Jiang is still busy in the kitchen, why don't you use the sword technique I taught you to spar with your senior brother Lingzhan?"

"--what!"

Qi Changqing was immediately taken aback: "Me, can I really do it?"

"Grandmaster Uncle, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Ling Zhan glanced at Qi Changqing, who was only up to her chest and was staring at her nervously, and unconsciously frowned.

"What's wrong with that?" Xuanxi glanced at Lingzhan: "I just asked you to spar with Xiao Changqing, not to actually fight him."

"But--"

Ling Zhan was about to say something more when Xuan Xi interrupted him again:

"There are no buts! Xiao Changqing is not as weak as you think! At his age, your strength is still not as good as Xiao Changqing's!"

After saying that, he looked at Qi Changqing with a smile and said, "Little Changqing, go and get your sword. It's rare for someone to teach you a move, so don't miss this opportunity."

"I understand, Daoist Master."

Qi Changqing nodded, no longer hesitating, and immediately picked up the wooden sword that was placed in the corner.

Seeing this, Ling Zhan didn't say anything more. Following Xuan Xi's instructions, he took the wooden sword from his back and walked to the opposite side of Qi Changqing.

Xuanxi glanced at the two of them, then said to Qi Changqing, "Little Changqing, when we spar later, just go all out. There's no need to worry about anything else. With your current skills, it's unlikely you can hurt your Senior Brother Lingzhan, so there's no need to hold back."

"Understood, Daoist Master."

Qi Changqing nodded, unconsciously tightening his grip on his sword, and looked solemnly at Ling Zhan opposite him.

This was his first time fighting someone since he started practicing martial arts, and it was impossible for him not to be nervous. But amidst the nervousness, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Just as Xuan Xi was about to announce the start, Jiang Yuchuan's voice came out from the kitchen first:

"Are you planning to demolish my little courtyard? If you want to fight, go outside."

"It was my oversight, Mr. Jiang, please don't take offense."

Xuanxi smiled apologetically, while giving Lingzhan and Qi Changqing a wink, signaling them to hurry up and leave.

Qi Changqing took the lead, jogging to open the courtyard gate and walking out, and Xuan Xi immediately got up and followed closely behind.

Ling Zhan glanced at the kitchen with a surprised look, then followed Xuan Xi out of the courtyard with a belly full of questions.

As the current senior disciple of Baiyun Temple, he was naturally very clear about Xuanxi's strength and temperament.

Although Xuanxi appears to be a kind and amiable old man on the surface, he is actually quite proud and stubborn. Even when facing the Grandmaster in the palace, he has never shown such a gentle and even somewhat ingratiating attitude.

Who exactly is this Mr. Jiang?

Upon arriving on the street, Xuanxi looked at the pedestrians passing by on a street not far away and suddenly felt that this was not a good place for a competition.

After discussing it with Qi Changqing, they decided to hold the competition near the big river behind Granny Sun's house.

The riverbank is very open, and few people come here at this time of day, making it a perfect location for a competition.

After the three arrived, Xuanxi stepped aside and sat down on a large rock.

Seeing that Qi Changqing and Ling Zhan were ready, Xuan Xi directly announced the start of the competition.

"Senior Brother Lingzhan, please forgive me!"

Knowing that with his current strength, Qi Changqing posed no threat to Ling Zhan, he took the initiative and thrust his sword at Ling Zhan.

This sword strike was extremely fast and incredibly powerful.

Ling Zhan looked at the sword that Qi Changqing was thrusting at him and was immediately surprised.

He never expected that the boy in front of him, who looked to be only about ten years old, had already cultivated internal energy, and that his internal energy was not weak!

This discovery instantly piqued his interest in the competition.

He also wanted to see for himself just how strong this young man, whose talent was even greater than his own, had become.

When Qi Changqing's sword came to Ling Zhan's eyes, Ling Zhan finally made a move, but instead of attacking, he raised his sword to block, stopping Qi Changqing's thrusting sword in mid-air.

Qi Changqing's first attack failed, so he immediately touched the ground with his toes, changed his body shape, and came to Ling Zhan's side. With a flick of his wrist, he thrust the wooden sword in his hand from low to high towards Ling Zhan's armpit.

Ling Zhan remained motionless, as if he had anticipated Qi Changqing's moves. With a slight turn of his wooden sword, he easily blocked Qi Changqing's second thrust.

Despite having two swords blocked in succession, Qi Changqing was not discouraged at all. He continued to change his body shape and sword moves at a rapid pace, launching attacks on Ling Zhan from various angles.

After being blocked for more than a dozen moves, Qi Changqing finally stopped attacking and began to retreat. During the retreat, he used the tip of his sword to pick up stones from the ground and shoot them at Ling Zhan.

Those dozen or so moves were just him getting used to the feeling of fighting, so he didn't use his most powerful moves.

Next, he would no longer hold back and would unleash the strongest sword technique that Xuanxi had taught him!

After creating a distance of several feet between himself and Ling Zhan, Qi Changqing readjusted his state, circulated all his internal energy, and charged forward again with his sword.

This time, Qi Changqing's speed was much faster than before! His movements were also more graceful and agile than ever!

When Qi Changqing clashed with Ling Zhan again, his movements were as light as a swallow, and he gradually transformed into afterimages as his attacks accelerated.

Each afterimage was a sword move, and upon careful counting, Qi Changqing had created seven afterimages!

This means that for every sword strike Qi Changqing makes, six additional swords will attack in tandem!