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Immediately afterwards, the students in the classroom turned their gaze to the knife in Lin Yitang's hand. Their originally indifferent eyes suddenly lit up, revealing a hint of surprise.

He examined it carefully for a moment, and a smile of approval gradually appeared on his lips.

"This blade technique is quite well-concentrated!" he said admiringly.

Ye Qiuli and the disciples around her were stunned when they heard this.

"A type of sword?" Ye Qiuli murmured to herself, her face filled with shock and confusion.

The disciple in the classroom nodded and pointed to the type of knife in Lin Yitang's hand, explaining, "That's right, this is indeed not a sword type, but a genuine knife type."

"Although swords and sabers are different, they are essentially the same. This junior sister may have leaned more towards the saber path during her sword cultivation, which is why she has condensed a saber seed."

He looked around, his gaze sweeping across the faces of each disciple, his tone solemn yet gentle: "You must remember, whether it's a sword seed or a saber seed, as long as it's something you've condensed through your own efforts and comprehension, it's worthy of recognition. Different appearances don't represent authenticity. Therefore, what Junior Sister Lin Yitang holds is the true saber seed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Lin Yitang again, his tone filled with undisguised joy: "Junior Sister Lin Yitang, you are truly remarkable. Not only have you condensed a sword seed, but judging from its strength, it seems to be quite high. Your comprehension and talent are outstanding; you will surely achieve great things in the path of sword cultivation in the future!"

"By the way, would you be interested in joining our One Sword Peak? I sense that you have exceptional talent; you must be a prodigy in sword cultivation!"

Lin Yitang was a little embarrassed by the praise, but still sincerely said, "Thank you for your guidance, Uncle-Master. If it weren't for you, I might not even know if what I've condensed is real or fake. It was your lesson that taught me how to condense a sword seed."

"As for joining One Sword Peak, I'm sorry, I have no such intention."

She was also very happy at this moment.

Unexpectedly, after exerting all her strength, she actually managed to condense a sword seed! This marks her official entry into the path of sword cultivation!

As for her talent, she never doubted it.

After all, when she first transmigrated, she was able to master the Broken Sky Blade in a short time simply by relying on the original owner's memories, which in itself proved her powerful talent as a sword cultivator.

On the other side, upon hearing the students praising Lin Yitang, Ye Qiuli almost gritted her teeth in anger.

Her eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.

Ye Qiuli was very unwilling.

Why did Lin Yitang condense her sword seed faster than her? Why was Lin Yitang's sword seed real, while hers was fake? Why did the disciples in the teaching class praise Lin Yitang and even invite her to join One Sword Peak?

This is not fair!

Ye Qiuli is clearly the real genius and the one who should be the center of attention, but now Lin Yitang, who can't even reach the Foundation Establishment stage, has stolen the spotlight!

She couldn't accept being surpassed by someone she knew well, and this sense of defeat almost drove her to madness.

Seeing the students' praise for Lin Yitang, Ye Qiuli could no longer suppress her jealousy and resentment. She rushed forward, pointed at the sword in Lin Yitang's hand, and said in a sour tone:

"Senior, since Lin Yitang's sword type is genuine, why doesn't she input spiritual energy to prove it like I did? Only my sword type needs proof, but hers doesn't? Do you think you can tell the difference just by looking at it?"

Ye Qiuli's voice was sharp and sarcastic, and she seemed like a wolf driven to the brink of despair, ready to retaliate at any moment.

The student in the classroom frowned slightly, somewhat displeased, because Ye Qiuli was questioning his judgment.

But he still tried his best to explain to her:

“Junior Sister Ye, there is actually a way to distinguish the authenticity of a sword type. Different sword and saber types differ in appearance and characteristics. Junior Sister Lin’s saber type, judging from its color, pattern, and aura, all match the characteristics of a genuine product. Therefore, there is no need for further testing; I can confirm that it is genuine.”

However, Ye Qiuli wouldn't listen to any of these explanations.

She sneered and said sarcastically, "Isn't Senior Brother being a bit too arbitrary? Words are no proof. I'd like to see for myself whether Lin Yitang's sword technique is genuine."

After saying that, Ye Qiuli immediately took action, manipulating her spiritual energy to condense into a sharp stream of air, which she fiercely struck at Lin Yitang's sword seed! Her eyes were bloodshot, and a cruel smile twisted at the corners of her mouth as she thought madly.

Ha, so what if your sword type is real? I'll smash it to pieces! Mine's already been shattered, so you won't get away with it either! Let's go to hell together!

Lin Yitang narrowed her eyes and looked coldly at Ye Qiuli, the knife in her hand gleaming with a cold light.

Faced with Ye Qiuli's sudden attack, she did not panic, but stood calmly in place.

Just as the spiritual energy was about to strike the blade, she flicked her wrist, and the blade spun upwards against the airflow, cleaving the sharp spiritual energy in two as easily as cutting tofu.

"boom!"

With a crisp sound, the airflow dissipated, turning into specks of light that vanished into the air. Lin Yitang's sword remained perfectly intact, hovering in her palm, without even a scratch.

A hush fell over the surroundings; everyone was stunned by what they had witnessed. They had never imagined that this seemingly fragile blade could possess such immense power.

Ye Qiuli's eyes widened in disbelief. She never imagined that her Foundation Establishment attack wouldn't even budge Lin Yitang's sword seed.

Jealousy and resentment burned like flames in her heart, almost consuming her reason.

"No! This is impossible!" Ye Qiuli screamed hysterically, as if she were going crazy. "My sword seed is fake, so why is hers real?! I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced!"

Her eyes were bloodshot as she once again channeled her spiritual power, launching a frenzied attack on Lin Yitang's sword strike. This time, she no longer cared about holding back, but instead unleashed her full strength.

However, despite Ye Qiuli's attack being much stronger than the last, Lin Yitang's sword remained firmly planted in her palm, unmoved.

Upon seeing this, the disciple's face immediately darkened. He stepped forward, blocking Lin Yitang's sword seed, and coldly rebuked, "Ye Qiuli, what are you doing? Junior Sister Lin Yitang has already proven that her sword seed is genuine. If you continue this nonsense, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Seeing that the disciples in the classroom had intervened, Ye Qiuli stopped attacking. She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself, and then squeezed out a few tears, making her look even more pitiful.

She walked up to the disciple in the classroom, her eyes lowered, her tone tinged with grievance and apology: "Senior brother, I'm sorry. I was just trying to test whether Junior Sister Lin's sword technique was genuine. I didn't mean to question you; I was just in a moment of panic and spoke a little harshly."