When the need arises, one realizes how little they know.
Chen Huai’an felt his vocabulary was truly limited and could only try his best to endure.
As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the entire Bluecloud Sect’s square instantly turned somber.
Qingxuan Daoist remained silent, simply drawing out the Qingxuan Sword.
The aura of someone at the late Transformation Stage surged like a surging tide, with spiritual energy rippling around him. His hat fell to the ground, and his robes and hair danced wildly in the invisible force.
“Senior Qingxuan, let’s talk this through!” Wu Duantian was the last person who wanted to see two cultivators fight. This was the Bluecloud Sect; if anything got damaged, he would be the one to suffer. Besides, he was still waiting for that mysterious cultivator to help Zhao Lingtian recover his dantian. If they became enemies, what plans could he make then?
“Lu Changtian is my senior disciple. How can I sit idly by while his dantian is destroyed?” Qingxuan Daoist used his voice to form a thread, speaking directly to Wu Duantian: “He is definitely not at the Integration Realm. Observing his relationship with Li Qingran, even if there is no formal master-disciple bond, there is still a sense of duty. If he were truly a powerful cultivator at the Integration Realm, would he have to go through all these twists and turns?”
Qingxuan Daoist’s tone was resolute, determined to protect Lu Changtian at all costs.
Wu Duantian sighed.
How could he not understand what Qingxuan Daoist meant? Everyone could see it clearly.
Clearly, the other party also considered the strength of the Bluecloud Sect and would not act rashly.
But he did not care about any of this,
He only cared whether the other party could help Zhao Lingtian recover his dantian.
“Can’t we just sit down and talk this over?”
“There’s nothing to discuss.” Qingxuan Daoist kept his face cold and released his words directly.
“In that case, let’s fight! Let’s fight until the sect gate breaks, until the ancestors come out. Then, both the righteous and evil factions in the Cangyun Realm will laugh at us!”
“Very well, then let’s see if you have the qualifications to meddle in this today!”
The void behind Li Qingran began to twist, emitting a cold snort filled with anger.
A pressure even more terrifying than that of Qingxuan Daoist descended upon everyone’s hearts.
A figure gradually emerged from the void.
Dressed in black with white hair, holding a black-scaled longsword, his face shrouded in a misty glow made it impossible to discern his features, but it was clear he was very handsome. However, his vertical golden eyes were particularly imposing, causing unease just by looking at them.
He hovered behind Li Qingran.
As his body fully solidified,
Roar!
A bolt of lightning flashed in the sky.
A black dragon’s shadow darted out from behind him, circling around his body, baring its fangs and claws, exuding a mighty presence. Finally, it partially fused with the black-scaled flying sword, as if becoming its soul.
“Predecessor!”
Li Qingran’s eyes were fixed on Chen Huai’an, who had already stood in front of her. Even though she could only see his profile, she forgot to breathe, her face growing hotter and her mind blank.
“Girl, step back. I… cough, I’m going to start… cough, killing!”
Li Qingran was nervous, and so was Chen Huai’an.
His vision on the right side was a dazzling array of skills, all lit up. He didn’t even know what these skills were, and he didn’t have time to understand them before being thrust into action. The VR headset added an extra layer of urgency, making him feel even more pressured.
He dared not look at Li Qingran.
Just a glance was enough; she was truly stunning.
With and without VR were two different worlds. He feared he might stare endlessly.
Now the question was, how should he operate?
Should he click where it lights up? But everything was lit up!
[New Combat Tutorial Begins.]
A game frame appeared in Chen Huai’an’s vision, and he was overjoyed.
“This is great, it’s a tutorial! We’re saved!”
In the next second, everything around him froze.
Chen Huai’an knew he was entering a tutorial and immediately turned to look at Li Qingran intensely.
This was desensitization training.
[This game uses the latest brain neural mapping technology, allowing players to control their characters directly with their thoughts.]
A water-like mirror and a wooden dummy appeared before him.
Reluctantly, Chen Huai’an shifted his gaze from Li Qingran and tried making a V sign in front of the mirror.
Even a complete cultivator at the peak of the Transformation Stage looked awkward in such a pose. He quickly returned to his graceful appearance. Once inside the character, he couldn’t help but put on airs.
[The game will map the techniques, heart methods, and corresponding effects into your mind. Rest assured, this won’t burden your brain. With increased mappings, they will gradually become part of your memory.]
[Please attack the dummy in front of you.]
Chen Huai’an thought for a moment, swung his sword at the dummy, and the dummy shattered immediately.
There was no sense of impact, like cutting tofu, light and airy.
[Please use a technique skill once.]
The dummy reappeared, and after a moment’s thought, Chen Huai’an used the first move of the Qinglian Sword Canon—Long Wind Breaking Waves.
Swoosh!
With a sword cry, Chen Huai’an moved with the sword, which flowed like a dragon.
All he saw was a bright sword light flash, and the wooden dummy was split into pieces. In the next second, he returned to his original position, and near the dummy, a water vapor trail remained, maintaining the posture of his sword strike.
At this point, the second segment of Long Wind Breaking Waves was still lit up.
—Shadow Kill: Instantly return to the shadow position and strike again.
“Damn, amazing!” Chen Huai’an wasn’t educated, but he knew how to praise.
He never expected the first move of the Qinglian Sword Canon to be so strange.
It had to be practiced thoroughly and taught to Li Qingran.
[Training Complete, Enjoy Your Game!]
…
Everything around him that had been frozen came back to life.
Chen Huai’an locked his gaze on Lu Changtian and Qingxuan Daoist not far away. The confusion in his eyes had been replaced by confidence.
Qingxuan Daoist, huh…
Likes to meddle, does he?
Chen Huai’an sneered. For stubborn old bones like him, a direct big move was necessary.
The tenth move of the Qinglian Sword Canon appeared in his mind—Moon Rising from the Mountain.
Moves eleven and twelve were locked; a peak Transformation Stage cultivator couldn’t use them.
Otherwise, he would have stuck the Milky Way in Qingxuan Daoist’s face today.
The black-scaled sword was drawn halfway out, the sword light like dust.
Fierce sword intent poured out of the scabbard, slicing the surrounding air with a creak.
Qingxuan Old Dog, wanting to protect your disciple?
Chen Huai’an’s eyes flashed with a gleam.
Then, receive this sword from me!
Swoosh!
The sword cry echoed like thunder.
Above the Bluecloud Sect, in front of the main hall.
A crescent moon rose from the ground.
