Martial Arts to Supremacy

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. The spiritual energy in the wooden house remained warm and lingering. Golden light flowed around Li An, and his aura was calm and profound, even more refined than it had been two days ago.

Thanks to the continuous nourishment from the wordless jade book and the assistance of the sect's healing pills, his injuries had long since healed completely.

Not only did it leave no hidden dangers, but in the previous sparring match where he was recovering from his injuries, his physical strength and spiritual energy purity quietly increased.

His cultivation at the mid-stage of the Transformation Realm became increasingly stable, and he showed signs of breaking through to a higher realm. His spirit and energy reached an unprecedented peak.

Early this morning, while the morning mist still lingered among the emerald bamboos of Xiaozhu Peak, Su Qingyue, dressed in a long red dress, arrived at the wooden house as promised.

Her expression remained aloof, but her gaze softened slightly as she looked into the house. Once Li An had finished getting ready and left the wooden house, the two set off together for Thunder Peak, one of the seven main peaks of the Xuan Tian Sect.

Thunder Peak is located on the east side of the sect. It is shrouded in thunderclouds all year round and has a rich thunder power, making it an excellent place for the sect to cultivate thunder-based techniques and temper their bodies.

Before this trip, Su Qingyue had already informed the main peak master of Thunder Peak that Li An would be allowed to cultivate at Thunder Peak for a period of time after the competition.

The two walked side by side on the mountain stone path, surrounded by a refreshing spiritual atmosphere. They remained silent for a while, but Li An finally couldn't suppress his doubts and took the initiative to speak, breaking the silence.

"Your Highness, there is something I don't understand, and I hope Your Highness can enlighten me."

Su Qingyue paused slightly and turned her head to look at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Your Highness once said at Xiaozhu Peak that among the younger generation of the Xuantian Sect, you have the highest opinion of Lin Feng."

Li An frowned slightly, recalling the great battle between Wan Jianfeng and Chu Xinghe, and spoke seriously.

"After that sparring match at Ten Thousand Swords Peak, I witnessed firsthand that Senior Brother Chu Xinghe not only awakened the mid-grade Earth-rank Frost Sword Technique, possessing unparalleled swordsmanship, but his cultivation had also reached the late stage of the Transformation Realm, making him extremely powerful. I would like to ask, between Senior Brother Chu and Lin Feng, who is truly superior?"

Upon hearing this, a knowing glint flashed in Su Qingyue's eyes; she had anticipated that Li An would ask this question.

When she first met Li An, she gave him a general overview of the top young disciples of the Xuantian Sect. Now that Li An has personally experienced the competition among his peers in the sect, he will naturally make a detailed comparison.

She walked slowly forward and answered, "Chu Xinghe is exceptionally talented. His Frost Sword Technique is domineering and fierce, and his sword skills are among the best of his generation. His cultivation is also firmly in the late stage of the Transformation Realm. If we only consider the level of his techniques and techniques, he is indeed far superior to most of his peers. But even Chu Xinghe is unwilling to fight Lin Feng easily."

At this point, Su Qingyue's tone turned slightly somber, "Lin Feng's fighting style is extremely extreme. He always only attacks and never defends, and he fights with his life on the line. He likes to exchange injuries for injuries and doesn't care about his own safety at all."

However, he awakened the High-Grade Six-Winged Golden Cicada Dharma Form, a profound-level technique renowned for its extreme defense and lightning-fast movement. His physical body far surpassed that of disciples of the same level, allowing him to heal quickly even after exchanging injuries. Ordinary attacks could hardly harm his core.

"That is why, all the disciples from the various peaks of the sect who have experienced Lin Feng's fighting style are unwilling to spar with him."

Su Qingyue turned to look at Li An, her clear, cold eyes filled with a hint of approval: "But you are different. Your Heaven and Earth Transformation Divine Power has also forged an unparalleled physical body, making your power incomparably domineering."

More importantly, your recovery ability is terrifying. No matter how severe the injury, you can heal in a short time. This ability is far more heaven-defying than Lin Feng's Six-Winged Golden Cicada Dharma Form.

She paused, her gaze lingering on Li An for a moment, her tone carrying a hint of certainty.

"I can even assert that what you are cultivating is not a current technique, but a heaven-defying inheritance left behind by some reclusive supreme being from ancient times. It's just that you haven't awakened your Dharma form yet, but you are perfectly compatible with this ancient technique. Such an opportunity is hard to find anywhere else in the entire Divine Martial Continent."

The two walked and talked. Li An listened to Su Qingyue's comments on Lin Feng and was nodding slowly, secretly noting down the characteristics of his fellow disciples in the sect.

Upon hearing the last sentence about his cultivation technique, he suddenly froze, stopped in his tracks, and his expression instantly became rigid.

The blank jade book was his greatest secret, concerning his life. Even though Su Qingyue had been very caring towards him for many days, he had never revealed it to her.

Just now, Su Qingyue talked about the special nature of his cultivation technique and its ancient origins. Even with Li An's resolute character, he couldn't help but feel wary.

But then he thought about it again. Since they met, Su Qingyue had always taken good care of him, holding back when they sparred and comforting him when he was injured. Such pure care was definitely not fake.

The slight wariness in his heart instantly dissipated, and Li An's tense expression gradually relaxed.

Noticing Li An's unusual behavior, Su Qingyue immediately stopped and turned around, her clear eyes instantly filled with panic and worry.

She walked quickly to him, reaching out to touch his shoulder, but afraid of startling him, and asked urgently, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Or did my old injury flare up again because I hit you too hard last time?"

Seeing the undisguised concern in Su Qingyue's eyes and her flustered expression, Li An felt a warmth in his heart and quickly spoke up.

"Your Highness need not worry about me. I am fine. My injuries have completely healed, and I feel no discomfort whatsoever."

He lowered his eyes slightly, his tone somewhat frank: "It's just that my cultivation method is indeed quite special, completely different from the cultivation method practiced by those who awaken their Dharma forms within the sect."

It's probably not suitable for someone who has awakened a Dharma form to cultivate, and as you know, I've never awakened any Dharma form.

Upon hearing these words, the worry on Su Qingyue's face vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of anger.

She thought that Ang Lee had misunderstood her and that she was deliberately trying to find out about his martial arts techniques. Her pretty face immediately darkened, and she turned away angrily, her cold voice carrying a hint of resentment.

"Hmph! I kindly reminded you, and you actually think I have ulterior motives, that I'm trying to find out about your inheritance! Never mind you, go to Thunder Peak yourself!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Qingyue took a step to leave, her skirt fluttering in the wind, revealing her girlish coquettishness and sullenness.

Upon seeing this, Li An immediately felt anxious and realized that his words had caused Su Qingyue to misunderstand.

Without thinking, he instinctively reached out and grabbed Su Qingyue's slender, soft wrist.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. That's not what I meant at all!" Li An quickly apologized, his tone full of guilt. "I know that Her Highness the Holy Maiden has always treated me sincerely and cared for me deeply. She didn't want anything from me. I know that very well."

After saying that, he muttered to himself, "Besides, I'm all alone, with no money or power, and nothing that others would covet."

Su Qingyue stiffened slightly as he grabbed her wrist. Feeling the warmth from his palm, a faint blush instantly rose to her cheeks, spreading all the way to her ear tips. Her usually aloof eyes were now tinged with shyness.

She didn't hear Li An's explanation at all, only frantically trying to pull her hand back, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, tinged with shyness and reproach.

"What are you doing? Let go! This is the sect's territory. What will you do if the other disciples see this?"

Upon hearing this, Li An finally came to his senses. Looking at his hand that was holding Su Qingyue's wrist, he felt a little embarrassed. He quickly let go, scratched the back of his head, and gave a guilty, embarrassed smile.

Seeing his appearance, Su Qingyue's anger had long since dissipated. She gave a nonchalant snort, ignored him, and turned to continue walking towards Thunder Peak.

But as she turned around, a slight smile flickered across her lips, and the blush on her cheeks lingered for a long time.

Seeing that Su Qingyue was no longer angry, Li An felt a huge weight lifted from his heart and quickly followed after her.

The atmosphere between the two was no longer as calm as before, but rather carried a hint of unspoken ambiguity. They slowly made their way towards Thunder Peak, which was covered in thunderclouds, along the mountain path shrouded in spiritual mist.

Finally, rolling purple thunderclouds could be seen in the distance, and muffled thunder rumbled faintly. The unique, violent thunderous spiritual energy of Thunder Peak gradually rushed towards them.