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The student's lecture was insightful and easy to understand, captivating the audience. Lin Yitang listened attentively and felt he had benefited greatly.

She pondered to herself: No wonder sword cultivation is so difficult to begin with; it turns out that even just condensing a sword seed is no easy feat. Without the right aptitude, if any one of the five elements—essence, energy, or spirit—is lacking, the sword seed will be very fragile and unable to withstand sword intent and sword energy at all.

Furthermore, this process also reveals that sword cultivation demands a high level of comprehension. Whether it's grasping sword intent or generating sword energy, a certain amount of talent is required. Without some talent, one might only be able to stagnate at the level of sword seed!

After one class, Lin Yitang finally had a clue about the path she needed to take in the Foundation Establishment stage.

First, she nurtured the sword seed... though for her, it should have been the blade seed. Then, she cultivated the blade intent.

After class, the disciple who taught at One Sword Peak did not rush to leave. Instead, he said to everyone, "Fellow disciples, I wonder if you have all understood what I taught today? Why don't we strike while the iron is hot and try to cultivate a sword seed on the spot? I will give you a demonstration."

Having said that, he walked to the center of the arena, where everyone could see him, and bit his fingertip. A moment later, a red light flashed at his fingertip, and a drop of blood essence gushed out, hovering in front of his dantian.

After dripping his essence blood, his aura weakened slightly. Then, he formed a hand seal, using the essence blood as a guide, and began to mobilize the spiritual power, essence, and spirit within his body to unite them.

Under his control, the drop of blood essence gradually transformed into the shape of a small sword, its blade solidifying over time. After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a small cyan sword appeared before everyone's eyes.

After the demonstration, the disciple slowly opened his eyes, gestured to the small sword in his hand, and said to everyone, "Look, this is the sword seed I have just nurtured. Sword intent and sword energy are borne and grow by this thing. The higher the level of the sword seed, the stronger its growth rate."

Everyone looked surprised upon seeing this.

They all followed Li Xuanyu's example and began to try to cultivate their own sword seed.

In fact, after the disciple who gave the lesson mentioned that it was possible to cultivate a sword seed, several disciples were already eager to try. Now they sat cross-legged impatiently, circulating their spiritual energy, attempting to condense a sword seed.

However, most people failed; their spiritual energy swirled wildly within their bodies, unable to coalesce into a seed. Only a few succeeded, but even then, they only managed to condense some blurry sword shadows, far from a true sword seed.

Lin Yitang watched quietly from the side.

Creating a sword seed is easier said than done. Some people lack the aptitude to condense their essence and blood into a sword; others fail to control it properly, causing their essence and blood to dissipate; still others fail at the crucial moment due to a lack of willpower.

There are many reasons why one cannot condense a sword seed; success is not guaranteed simply by following the correct steps. Even the first hurdle has stumped many, and each attempt consumes a drop of essence blood. A cultivator has at most a dozen drops of essence blood; consuming too much can lead to a decline in cultivation or even death.

It seems that this is not something that can be done in one go; there is a high probability that it will take ten days to half a month to try in private.

She also joined in the experiment.

He closed his eyes, concentrated, and channeled his magical power, attempting to use his own blood essence as a catalyst to condense a blade seed.

However, after several attempts, she discovered that although her essence blood could condense into the shape of a knife, it could not be as solidified and stable as that of the disciples who were teaching her.

She smiled wryly to herself; it seemed her aptitude was still lacking. However, this was already quite good. At least she knew where to begin.

Just as she was about to continue observing the others, she was suddenly drawn to a commotion on the side. Turning her head, she saw a disciple surrounded by a crowd, discussing the matter animatedly.

"This is the sword seed? Truly amazing!"

"That's right, this luster, this aura, are far beyond what ordinary things can compare to; it must be a sword type!"

"I never expected him to condense a sword seed so quickly. He's truly gifted!"

Everyone was amazed, their eyes fixed on the object in the disciple's hand. Lin Yitang squeezed through the crowd and took a closer look. She saw a small sword blank floating in the disciple's hand, its entire body radiating silver light, the blade shimmering with iridescent light, and an aura of inviolable power emanating from it.

It does indeed resemble a real sword style by about 70-80%!

Lin Yitang secretly admired him.

However, when she saw the face of the disciple who had condensed the sword seed, she was stunned. That person was none other than her mortal enemy—Ye Qiuli!

At this moment, Ye Qiuli was surrounded by a crowd, her face beaming with a smug smile. She basked in the adulation and praise, as if she had become the center of attention.

"Senior Sister Ye is truly amazing! She actually condensed the sword seed so quickly! It probably took less than a quarter of an hour!"

"I've heard that Senior Sister Ye has shown extraordinary talent in cultivation since she was a child. Seeing her today, I can confirm that her reputation is well-deserved!"

"With such talent, given time, Senior Sister Ye will surely become a top genius of the Taique Sect!"

Amidst the shower of praise, Ye Qiuli grew increasingly smug. She glanced sideways at Lin Yitang, a smug smile playing on her lips, and deliberately walked up to Lin Yitang, saying casually:

"Oh dear, I didn't expect to be able to condense a sword seed so quickly. After all, I am originally a pill cultivator, and my understanding of swordsmanship is only superficial, so I was just trying it out casually."

"But some people are different. They call themselves cultivators of magic, but they always think about making breakthroughs in swordsmanship. As a result, they can't even condense a sword seed. It's really laughable."

As she spoke, a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes, and she deliberately raised her voice so that everyone around could hear.

Sure enough, a murmur arose from the crowd, and many people cast pity or mockery glances at Lin Yitang.

Lin Yitang was speechless at Ye Qiuli's boasting.

It's just the condensation of a sword seed, what's there to be proud of? In terms of understanding and comprehension of swords and blades, she is far more knowledgeable than Ye Qiuli!

At the same time, a competitive spirit rose from the bottom of her heart. If Ye Qiuli could succeed in condensing it, she refused to believe that she couldn't!

The next second, Lin Yitang flipped her hand, and the drop of blood lay flat in her palm again.

She gritted her teeth and concentrated all her energy and spirit on that drop of blood essence. The previous attempts were just practice, but this time, she was going to use her real strength.

Not only did she concentrate her energy and spirit, but she also incorporated all her lifelong understanding and insights into swordsmanship, seeking only success on the first try!

In an instant, Lin Yitang felt a jolt throughout her body, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away.

A powerful force surged from her dantian, flowing through her meridians to her palm. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw that the essence blood in her hand had disappeared, replaced by a small white knife with a bluish glow, quietly floating in her palm.

Success! Lin Yitang was overjoyed. She gently grasped the small knife, feeling a cool and sharp aura wash over her, creating a strange resonance.