A passing traveler through the heavens

Upon seeing Yang Jian, Ji Lin quickly went to greet him.

As Yang Jian approached, Ji Lin quickly stepped forward, grabbed his hand, and then extended two fingers, making a sweeping motion in the air.

In an instant, a thin, long wound appeared on Yang Jian's palm, and bright red blood seeped out.

Ji Lin focused intently on using his mental power to condense the blood from the wound into a blood bead. Under his control, the blood bead slowly rose and accurately projected into the three-pointed double-edged sword and the jade pendant.

As the blood beads merged with the weapon, both weapons suddenly emitted a dazzling light that was so bright it was blinding.

In the blink of an eye, the light dimmed, and the three-pointed double-edged sword transformed into the shape of Yang Jiao, while the jade pendant transformed into the shape of Yang Tianyou.

Seeing this, Ji Lin's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He turned to face Master Yuding, bowed respectfully, and then transformed into a streak of light, disappearing in an instant.

Master Yu Ding saw Ji Lin's exhaustion and watched him leave, but ultimately said nothing.

Ji Lin returned to his residence in the Jade Void Palace. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he went straight to his bed, collapsed onto it, and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, Yang Jian originally intended to thank Ji Lin, but finding Ji Lin resting, he didn't disturb him. Instead, he took Xiaotianquan to the training ground of Yuxu Palace to continue familiarizing himself with his newly acquired weapon.

When Ji Lin woke up, it was already afternoon, and warm sunlight streamed through the window onto the bed.

Ji Lin stretched and sat up from the bed. After straightening his clothes, he walked out of the room and, after turning left and right, arrived at the training ground of Yuxu Palace.

In the arena, Yang Jian held a three-pointed double-edged sword. Each slash brought a whooshing sound, and the blade cut through the air, leaving visible ripples in the air.

On one side of the field, Yang Tianyou and Xiaotianquan were standing silently watching when Ji Lin came to their side.

"Hello, uncle."

Ji Lin first bowed to Yang Tianyou, then reached out and patted the head of Xiaotian Dog. The fluffy touch made him smile. He then took out a large chicken leg from his system space and tossed it to Xiaotian Dog.

At this moment, Yang Jian had finished practicing martial arts. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked towards Ji Lin. After chatting for a few minutes, Ji Lin suggested sparring with Yang Jian, and Yang Jian readily agreed.

In the training ground, Yang Jian held a three-pointed double-edged sword, with a jade pendant around his neck. He exuded a fierce aura and a sharp fighting spirit. His steps were steady as he stood in a bow stance, ready to strike.

In contrast, Ji Lin appeared somewhat casual, slowly fanning himself with a star-shaped fan, and seemed a little drowsy.

"Brother, be careful!"

With a roar, Yang Jian unleashed his three-pointed double-edged sword, carrying immense force, and slashed swiftly towards Ji Lin at an angle. The blade was surrounded by wisps of spiritual energy, accompanied by the faint sounds of wind and thunder.

Ji Lin's eyes narrowed, and he intended to dodge the attack by turning to the side. However, Yang Jian reacted extremely quickly, and his wrist suddenly twisted. The three-pointed double-edged sword drew a tricky arc in the air and slashed towards Ji Lin from the side. The speed was as fast as lightning, and the air was cut by the sharp blade, making a sharp whistling sound.

Seeing this, Ji Lin lightly touched the ground with his feet and immediately leaped up. In mid-air, he twisted his waist and kicked his right leg swiftly towards Yang Jian with a whooshing sound.

Yang Jian quickly gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly with both hands and held it horizontally in front of him to defend himself.

With a loud bang, the two attacks collided, unleashing a powerful energy surge that sent dust flying.

Although Yang Jian successfully blocked the attack, he was still forced to take three steps back by the powerful impact of Ji Lin's kick. Each step left a shallow footprint on the ground.

The two stood still, looked at each other, and their eyes revealed a hint of caution.

Ji Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, secretly admiring how quickly Yang Jian's strength had improved. Ji Lin originally wanted to strike first, but before he could make a move, Yang Jian took the initiative to attack.

Yang Jian raised his three-pointed double-edged sword high into the sky, and instantly the spiritual energy between heaven and earth began to surge violently.

A large mass of dark clouds gathered rapidly from all directions, quickly enveloping the training ground. The clouds were thick and oppressive, dark and heavy, as if they were about to press down.

Immediately afterwards, thick bolts of lightning raged and danced through the clouds, emitting deafening roars. Then, a large ball of lightning, under Yang Jian's command, fiercely attacked Ji Lin. Wherever it passed, the air was ionized, emitting a pungent, acrid smell.

Seeing this, Ji Lin dared not be careless any longer. His eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's, and his magical power surged around him.

He moved swiftly with a strange and agile footwork, dodging left and right amidst the dense lightning attacks.

With each dodge, his movements were as fast as a ghost, leaving only faint afterimages in the arena, making it difficult for anyone to catch his trace.

As Ji Lin moved swiftly, the Star Sea Fan in his hand suddenly flashed with light and instantly transformed into a long spear.

The spear was long and slender, gleaming with a chilling light, and its tip was extremely sharp. Ji Lin gripped the spear tightly with both hands, let out a loud shout, poured all his magical power into it, and then hurled the spear.

The spear, like a black lightning bolt, shot towards Yang Jian with unstoppable momentum, tearing the air apart and emitting a sharp screech.

However, just as the spear was about to touch Yang Jian, a shield emitting a soft blue light appeared out of thin air in front of Yang Jian.

The spear struck the shield with a crisp sound, sending up ripples of spiritual energy. Despite the spear's immense power, it was still forcefully deflected by the seemingly indestructible shield.

Ji Lin leaped into the air and caught the spear that was flying back.

When he landed, his feet slammed heavily onto the ground, and the powerful impact caused the ground to crack instantly, creating a large crater several feet in diameter.

At the same time, Ji Lin's magical power surged wildly, and a powerful gravitational field rapidly spread out from him.

As gravity increases, the surrounding air seems to become viscous, and the sand and gravel on the ground are sucked up by this gravity and then fall heavily back down.

Yang Jian, standing in this gravitational field, felt as if his body was being pressed down by a mountain, and his knees began to bend involuntarily.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly with both hands, plunging the blade into the ground to support his body and struggle against the immense pressure.

At this critical moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed from the jade pendant around Yang Jian's neck.

In an instant, Ji Lin felt his surroundings undergo a dramatic change. The spear in his hand transformed back into a fan, and the training ground in front of him vanished, replaced by an antique-style school.

Sunlight streamed through the carved windows onto the desks, and the sound of students reading aloud filled the air, creating a peaceful and serene scene.

"An illusion?" Ji Lin murmured softly, his voice echoing in the illusory space.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then circulated all his spiritual energy, raising his mental power to its limit. As his mental power continued to rise, a faint golden light emanated from his body, and the light became more and more dazzling.

Suddenly, a crisp shattering sound rang out, and the entire illusion began to crack like a shattered mirror before collapsing with a deafening roar. Ji Lin was back in the training ground once again.

With a smile on his face, Ji Lin steadily returned the Star Sea Fan to the system space, and then gently clapped his hands.

"Junior brother, you've really improved a lot in just a few days! I never expected your combat power to have improved so much in such a short time."

"The newly created artifact spirit is wielded so skillfully in your hands. Your talent and comprehension are truly astonishing!" Ji Lin exclaimed sincerely, his tone full of undisguised admiration.

Yang Jian felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this praise.

"Senior brother, you flatter me. I still have many shortcomings. I only rely on these two powerful weapons, as well as the teachings of my father and elder brother," he replied humbly.

Looking back on the battle, Ji Lin felt a great sense of accomplishment.

He has clearly mastered some of the abilities of the two artifact spirits: the three-pointed double-edged sword, which can change the surrounding weather environment at will.

The jade pendant can not only conjure an indestructible shield at crucial moments to resist fierce attacks, but it can also create a realistic illusion that is hard to defend against.

Although he knew that these two artifact spirits might be hiding even more powerful forces, the abilities they had shown so far already made Ji Lin feel extremely proud.

After all, in his view, the ability to create such a powerful artifact spirit far surpasses even the Seven Luminaries artifact spirits in the artifact spirit world.