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He had never taught his wife specific sword moves, but what Dongfang Huaizhu was practicing at this moment was clearly the Wang Quan family sword technique!

"This girl's talent is truly extraordinary. I'm afraid she's no weaker than Xiao Baiye!" The second elder sighed, stroking his beard.

"That's right. This shouldn't have been taught to him in advance by Xiao Baiye, right?" The fifth elder looked at the patriarch suspiciously.

The Great Elder shook his head. "That's unlikely. Although she has mastered some of the sword techniques, they're still a little immature. She looks like a baby who has just learned to walk!"

"So it seems that this boy is really terrifying!"

While the elders were discussing, Dongfang Huaizhu's consciousness had already entered a wonderful state.

She felt as if she was floating in endless darkness, with only the faint light emitted by the Royal Sword around her.

Chapter 224 Innate Sword Energy!

Suddenly, the world spun around.

When Dongfang Huaizhu regained consciousness, he found himself standing in a vast white space.

There is no sky or earth here, only endless white mist flowing slowly.

"Where is this?" she whispered to herself, her voice producing a subtle echo in this strange space.

"Interesting, really interesting!" An old but powerful voice suddenly came from behind.

"I never thought that in the past five hundred years, the only person who could enter this place through innate perception was not from the Wang Quan family!"

Dongfang Huaizhu turned around suddenly and saw an old man in a white robe sitting cross-legged in an area three feet square in the air.

The old man's hair and beard were all white, but his face was as rosy as a baby's, and his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world.

She was stunned at first, then bowed respectfully: "Junior Dongfang Huaizhu, greetings to the senior! I wonder who you are? Why did you bring me here?"

Her voice was neither humble nor arrogant, showing the calm demeanor of the eldest daughter of the Dongfang family.

The old man said nothing, but looked Dongfang Huaizhu up and down with his eyes that could see through people's hearts.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "Little girl, please don't talk nonsense. I didn't bring you here."

Dongfang Huaizhu frowned slightly: "Then how did I get here? And who are you, Senior?"

The old man stroked his snow-white beard, a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes: "I am not from the Wang Quan family. As for who I am..."

He suddenly smiled. "You don't need to know."

This answer made Dongfang Huaizhu even more confused.

She looked around, and the vast white space gave her a feeling that was both real and unreal.

There is clearly no solid ground under my feet, yet I can stand steadily; I can feel the fresh air when I breathe, but I can't see any signs of life.

"Senior, is this the inside of the Sword of Kingship?" she asked tentatively.

A glint of admiration flashed in the old man's eyes. "Clever! This is truly the Sword Heart World of the Kingly Sword. Only those who truly resonate with the Kingly Sword can enter."

He suddenly sighed: "Alas, if your surname wasn't Wang Quan, why would it matter if I gave you this last sword?"

"The last sword?" Dongfang Huaizhu keenly captured this keyword.

The old man did not answer, but continued to ask: "What is your relationship with the Wangquan family? Why is the Wangquan Sword in your hands?"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Huaizhu told them about the recent negotiations he had with the elders of the Wang Quan family.

"So you are Xiao Baiye's wife!"

After the old man said this, he raised his skinny finger and flicked it lightly.

Three invisible sword energies instantly penetrated Dongfang Huaizhu's abdomen.

She only felt a warmth in her lower abdomen, and then it returned to normal.

"Although I cannot give you this sword, it is fate that we meet here." The old man's voice gradually faded away.

"Today, I will give you three innate sword energies. When the child in your belly is born, it will have an innate sword body! Go!"

Before Dongfang Huaizhu could ask any more questions, a dazzling white light enveloped her.

She felt a flash before her eyes and her consciousness returned to the hall again.

In the real world, Dongfang Huaizhu's body is still practicing swordsmanship.

Her movements have become smooth and natural from the initial awkwardness, as if she has been practicing sword for decades.

The elders of the Wang Quan family who were watching were already stunned. Even the most demanding elder had to admit that this girl from the Dongfang family was indeed gifted.

Suddenly, the sword of royal power in Dongfang Huaizhu's hand flew out and hovered in front of her.

She clenched her hands, and a brilliant golden sword light burst out from her palms, condensing into a lightsaber!

"That...that is...the sword of heaven and earth!" The Seventh Elder exclaimed in shock, his old face flushed red.

The Sword of Heaven and Earth is the supreme sword technique of the Wang Quan family, and only the direct descendants of the Wang Quan family can learn it.

"It actually looks much steadier than when Xiao Baiye first swung the Heaven and Earth Sword!"

And now, Dongfang Huaizhu actually relied on his own understanding to directly perform the prototype of this move!

The golden sword light flickered in Dongfang Huaizhu's hand, and she swung the sword across unconsciously.

This sword seems casual, but it contains the power to create the world.

Wherever the sword light passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp scream.

The elders were caught off guard and were about to be affected by the sword energy.

At the critical moment, Wang Quan Baiye flashed in and directed a sword, blocking the sword with ease.

"clang——"

The two swords collided, making a crisp sound of metal collision.

The golden sword light in Dongfang Huaizhu's hand shattered and turned into golden light points that dissipated in the air.

Only then did Dongfang Huaizhu slowly open his eyes.

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat and her face was as pale as paper. It was obvious that the realization she had just experienced had consumed a lot of her energy.

"Huaizhu!" Wang Quan Baiye supported his staggering wife, his eyes full of worry.

Dongfang Huaizhu forced a smile and said softly: "Don't worry, I'm fine..."

On the sidelines, the elders were already furious.

The Great Elder took two steps forward, his voice trembling with excitement. "How is it? Have you truly comprehended the Royal Sword Intent?"

Dongfang Huaizhu nodded slightly, his voice weak but clear: "I have already comprehended it. I just need to complete the subsequent work of birth."

After she finished speaking, she subconsciously touched her abdomen, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

This subtle movement did not escape the eyes of Wang Quanye.

He keenly sensed that his wife seemed to be hiding something, but now was obviously not the time to ask further questions.

Dongfang Huaizhu looked up at her husband with a complicated look in her eyes.

She hesitated to speak and finally chose to remain silent.

The adventure in the world of swords, the words of the mysterious old man, and the three innate sword energies in the abdomen...these are obviously not what should be said now.

Wang Quan Baiye understood and turned to the elders, saying, "Now that this matter is settled, we will leave first."

Without waiting for the elders' response, he had already supported Dongfang Huaizhu and quickly left the training ground.

The elders were left looking at each other in bewilderment, shocked by Dongfang Huaizhu's talent and confused by the meaning of her last words.

Returning to the bedroom, Wang Quan Baiye carefully helped his wife onto the couch and ordered someone to bring her ginseng tea.

After the maid left, he asked softly, "What happened just now?"

Dongfang Huaizhu held the warm teacup in his hand, his eyes drifting out the window: "I saw something... incredible."

She recounted her experiences in the world of swords, including the mysterious old man and the three innate sword energies.

The more Wang Quan Baiye listened, the more shocked he became. He knew the old man with the Wang Quan Sword that Dongfang Huaizhu mentioned very well!

"How is this possible?" He paced back and forth.

"You actually managed to meet Master?!"

Dongfang Huaizhu gently stroked his abdomen and asked doubtfully, "Master? Baiye, do you know who that is?"

Chapter 225 Regrets from different eras!

Wang Quan Baiye was silent for a moment, then waved his hand to set up a barrier to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.

"Since you have already met Master, I think I can tell you now!"

"In fact, the one in the Wangquan Sword is my master's master according to seniority, and he is also Lü Zu Lü Dongxuan!"

These words seemed to make the temperature in the room drop a few degrees.

Dongfang Huaizhu sat in front of the window, the sunlight shining through the window lattice casting mottled light and shadows on her pale face.

Her slender fingers gently stroked her abdomen, where a little life was growing that combined the blood of Wang Quan and Dongfang.

"It turns out that the senior in the Wangquan Sword is actually Lu Zu Lu Dongxuan from five hundred years ago..." She murmured in a low voice, with an incredible light flashing in her eyes.

Wang Quan Baiye stood behind her, his hands gently resting on her shoulders. "For five hundred years, only those who have truly been recognized by the master can see him."

"I didn't expect you to force your way in. What a coincidence!"

Dongfang Huaizhu was about to ask who Wang Quan Baiye's master was, but she saw him suddenly squat down, and his warm palm carefully placed on her lower abdomen.

His movements were as gentle as if he were treating the most precious treasure in the world, and his eyes were filled with unconcealable anticipation and joy.

"Huaizhu, think about it," Wang Quanbaiye's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"Master gave you three innate sword energies. Our child will be born with an innate sword body! Plus, he'll inherit our talents, and your spiritual power..."

His words were full of longing for the future, and the hands that had always held the sword were now incredibly gentle.

Dongfang Huaizhu looked at her husband's rare excitement, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose.

"The future of the Wang Quan family and the Dao Alliance will not decline!" Wang Quan Baiye stood up with a determined light in his eyes.

"Our children will surely surpass us in the future."

His gaze passed over the window lattice, as if he had seen the distant future - the child who inherited the strongest bloodline, standing on the top of the mountain holding the sword of kingship, and wherever the sword pointed, all monsters surrendered.

Even at this moment, Wang Quan Baiye had begun to imagine that their child would become another sword master after the Sword God, become a generation of sword immortal and then defeat Wang Xianzhi!

Dongfang Huaizhu looked at her husband in a trance and gently held his hand: "Don't think too far ahead. The child hasn't been born yet."

She paused, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes. "Besides, possessing such a talent also means that he will bear greater responsibilities..."

Wang Quan Baiye came to his senses and nodded solemnly: "I will teach him how to shoulder this responsibility. But for now,

He leaned over and kissed his wife's forehead gently. "You should get some rest."

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Wudang Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the bluestone steps wind upwards and disappear into the sea of ​​clouds.

A man in gray cloth was climbing slowly. His steps seemed light, but each step was precisely placed in the center of the stone steps, without any error.

In the Zixiao Palace on the top of the mountain, Yang Jian, who was playing chess with Zhang Fuyao, suddenly paused with his fingers, and the white jade chess piece hung in the air.

He frowned slightly and looked out of the hall: "Interesting..."

Zhang Fuyao, who was standing opposite him, noticed something was wrong and followed his gaze: "What's wrong?"

Yang Jian put down the chess piece, a faint smile on his face: "An old friend has come to visit."

The two figures flashed and appeared halfway up the mountain.

The clouds and mist dispersed, and the gray figure on the stone steps gradually became clearer.

When he saw the person's face clearly, Zhang Fuyao's pupils suddenly contracted, and his usually calm voice showed a rare fluctuation:

"Gu Yi?!"

The man on the stone steps raised his head, revealing a pale but resolute face.

He looked at the shocked Zhang Fuyao and nodded slightly: "Master Zhang, long time no see."