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The Ten Thousand Sword Technique is one of the fundamental skills of the Wanxiang Sect, practiced by nearly all novice disciples. In everyone's understanding, it is merely an auxiliary technique for practicing control over magical artifacts, and no one has ever used it in combat.
At this moment, the crowd couldn't help but recall the legend that everyone spoke of but no one believed. It was said that this technique was created by a powerful figure from the Wanxiang Sect who ascended to a higher realm. Mastering it to its utmost could allow one sword to transform into ten thousand swords, striking down enemies from a thousand miles away.
However, legends are just that—legends. Every disciple of the Wanxiang Sect practices the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, yet those who have trained in it for years believe the legend to be untrue, as many have spent over a decade honing their skills without achieving anything more than improved control over their artifacts.
Gong Cangqiong was equally astonished. As the head of the Sect, he had access to more secrets than ordinary disciples. He knew that the legend of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique was indeed true, and he was also aware that no one from the Sect had ever mastered it in hundreds of years.
"How wise our Ancestor was!" he couldn't help but reflect. The Ancestor had insisted on making the Ten Thousand Sword Technique an introductory skill for all disciples, not only because it could enhance artifact control but also in hopes of identifying those truly capable of mastering it.
Over the years, every disciple of the Wanxiang Sect has practiced the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, including those with strong wills, yet none had made any progress. Eventually, even the Ancestor began to believe that this technique might only serve to enhance artifact control for ordinary individuals.
Now, witnessing an outer sect disciple using it in battle was truly shocking! Although they had not yet reached the level of transforming one sword into ten thousand, just having hope was enough to bring joy.
The hearts of the Wanxiang Sect disciples surged with excitement; they never expected that the legend could be true! The familiar Ten Thousand Sword Technique could not only be used against enemies but could indeed transform one sword into ten thousand swords, striking down foes from afar.
The disciples of the Xianxia Sect were also seeing the Ten Thousand Sword Technique used in combat for the first time. Though separated by a barrier, the magnitude and intensity of the display left them in awe. Beyond their astonishment, they were filled with deep concern for their senior brother battling on stage.
Gu Yuan Zhi furrowed his brow, worry etched on his face. He understood Chang Qing's temperament; he was exceptionally talented and proud, having faced little adversity thus far. Would today mark his downfall? Injuries were secondary; he feared more for Chang Qing's mental state and its impact on his future cultivation.
"This... This... is actually the Ten Thousand Sword Technique!?" Finally, a Wanxiang Sect disciple couldn't contain himself and shouted out. Like a stone thrown into a still lake, this declaration sent ripples through the crowd.
"I've practiced the Ten Thousand Sword Technique for twenty years, thinking it was just an auxiliary skill for controlling artifacts! I never imagined that the legend of transforming one sword into ten thousand swords could be real!" someone exclaimed in disbelief.
"This disciple is lucky!" remarked another with a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Indeed! Everyone suddenly remembered that Xiao Han was merely a new disciple who had joined three years ago. According to normal procedures, he would need to reach Foundation Establishment before participating in the Sect Grand Tournament to have any chance at entering the inner sect. Transitioning from Qi training to Foundation Establishment typically took decades. Now that he displayed such talent in mastering the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, he would likely ascend directly into the inner sect and might even be taken as a disciple by a master or elder!
"No wonder he dared to challenge Senior Gu... It seems he aims to make a name for himself with this battle. After all, defeating an ordinary disciple pales in comparison to claiming victory over the first genius of this generation," someone mused.
At this point, voices from below were drowned out by the whistling winds of swords.
Xiao Han couldn't see Chang Qing's expression through the vines but felt bolstered as his sword intent solidified. He slowly raised his hand and shouted sharply, "Swift!" Hundreds of sword lights merged into a single net of blades, filled with overwhelming killing intent as they surged forward.
Clang! The sword net collided with the green wall, and violent sword energy erupted everywhere with a series of crackling sounds. The previously indestructible Vine Wall began to shatter under layer upon layer of sword energy.
Xiao Han's face lit up with joy as he continuously infused spiritual power into his attack against the Vine Wall.
"Is Junior Xiao about to win?" Gong Xue'er below felt her palms sweating and smiled at last.
The disciples of Xianxia Sect were now extremely tense; even Gu Yuan Zhi in the front row couldn't help but stand up, his gaze fixed intently on the stage.
"Don't panic, Brother Gu. This Training Platform was set up by our Ancestor; its surrounding barrier has automatic protective functions that can block fatal attacks at critical moments. Disciples have never died during sparring," an elderly man named Gong said while stroking his beard with a calm smile.
The middle-aged man understood what was being said but knew that blocking fatal attacks did not mean avoiding serious injuries altogether. He felt anxious but had no other options at this moment and reluctantly sat back down.
On the stage, the vine wall gradually collapsed under the onslaught of sword energy. Xiao Han felt a surge of joy in his heart as he moved, appearing before the sword light. Surrounded by a shimmering blue aura, it was evident that he had pushed his cultivation to its limits. With a sharp shout of "Go!" the sword light suddenly surged, a burst of white brilliance breaking through the vines and charging straight toward the young man across from him.
Boom! The tremendous impact reverberated, causing everyone behind the barrier to feel their eardrums throb. Leaves, stones, and dust flew in all directions on the platform, creating a thick cloud of debris. The spectators below could not see the situation clearly and were filled with anxiety.
"With such a commotion, I hope he isn't seriously injured," someone said cautiously.
"If the top genius falls to an outer sect disciple, no one will believe it when it spreads," another remarked with glee.
"But Junior Xiao is no ordinary outer sect disciple," someone else sighed.
In stark contrast to the lively scene at Wanxiang Sect, everyone at Xianxia Sect was tense, their eyes glued to the stage. Some female disciples even had red eyes from worry. The two sect leaders seated in the front row stood up, eager to see what was happening.
Gu Yuan Zhi clenched his fists tightly, his gaze fixed on the stage, his face showing frustration at the situation.
"Did he win?" Xiao Han swayed slightly and collapsed onto the ground. The prolonged high-intensity battle had taken a significant toll on him. The Ten Thousand Sword Technique transformed one sword into hundreds, exponentially increasing his spiritual energy consumption. Even with his solid foundation and strong will, he now felt empty in his dantian, as if all his strength had vanished.
After a moment, as the dust began to settle, the scene on stage gradually came into view for everyone.
"Look! What is that?" someone exclaimed loudly.
Everyone turned their gaze. They saw that around Chang Qing was a complete wreck; even the stone slabs on the ground had been shattered by sword energy. Amidst the chaos, there was no sign of Chang Qing—only an oval-shaped structure woven from green vines stood in the center, continuously being damaged yet also growing amidst the onslaught of sword attacks.
This was a battle between destruction and vitality!
Coughing repeatedly, Xiao Han staggered and stood up again.
"It seems the battle isn't over yet," everyone realized.
On stage, Xiao Han's long hair flowed freely as his pale face showed signs of strain. He bit down on his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood. Suddenly, the sword light brightened intensely, blinding everyone momentarily. Then came a series of explosive sounds as swirling sword energy accelerated its destruction of the vine defenses.
"This is probably the last wave of attacks," someone sighed.
"Such brutal destructive power; indeed, the Ten Thousand Sword Technique is fearsome."
"The defensive power of these summoned vines from Wood Spirit Root can rival blades? Unbelievable!"
"Wood symbolizes life and extension; it can grow continuously and defend itself effortlessly. However, if this continues, it will ultimately come down to spiritual energy," explained a more experienced disciple.
Gong Xue'er, limited in her cultivation level and anxious about what was unfolding on stage, couldn't help but ask her father, "Daddy, will they get hurt?"
Gong Cangqiong focused intently on the stage without answering her. He couldn't help but marvel at how talented this younger generation was. Xiao Han's ability to cultivate the Ten Thousand Sword Technique to such heights in a short time spoke volumes about his talent in swordsmanship. On the other hand, Gu Changqing was no slouch either; pulling back his defenses like an eggshell around himself certainly reduced spiritual energy loss. However, controlling vines to form an oval shell was far more challenging than simply creating a wall. Moreover, he had to continuously replenish spiritual energy and repair damaged areas—this required not only a vast reserve of spiritual energy but also precise control over it.
"These young people are truly remarkable!" he mused inwardly.
On stage, as Xiao Han infused more essence blood into the sword light, the protective barrier woven from vines began to wobble precariously, as if it would dissipate at any moment.
Xiao Han's expression was grim. At this moment, his spiritual energy was nearly exhausted, and he was relying solely on sheer willpower to hold on. As he saw the final step approaching, he steeled his resolve, pushed off the ground with his toes, and began to spin rapidly, creating gusts of wind around him.
With a sharp clap of his hands, a clear sound echoed as a visible radiance enveloped him. He spun faster and faster, the light around him flowing into the sword net ahead. The frequency of the clash between the sword energy and the vines intensified, producing a cacophony of crackling sounds.
Just when everyone thought the vines were about to be completely destroyed, a cold voice emerged from within, "All things awaken in spring, arise!"
A surge of emerald light erupted, and the previously damaged vines began to grow back at an astonishing speed, as if in fast motion. In just a few seconds, the entire protective shield appeared unscathed as if it had never been in battle.
However, the growth of the vines did not stop there! Countless tendrils sprouted from the protective shield like tree branches, twisting and writhing like a mass of snakes, producing a rustling sound. These branches quickly wrapped around the advancing swords tighter and tighter until with a loud crack, the swords shattered completely into specks of dissipating spiritual energy.
"What kind of technique is this?" The crowd was astonished to see the vines grow at such an accelerated rate.
"This is a spell from the Wood Technique; Senior Gu is about to win!" A disciple from Xianxia Sect couldn't help but exclaim.
"Brother Gu, you have a remarkable son," Gong Cangqiong remarked with admiration. With his profound cultivation level, he could see that Xiao Han was now at his last gasp. Although Chang Qing was wrapped in vines and his appearance was obscured, there was no sign of waning spiritual energy; victory was merely a matter of time.
Seeing his spiritual swords dwindling rapidly, Xiao Han felt a surge of panic. He frantically attempted to channel his remaining energy to control the swords and break free from their entanglement. But his dantian was empty; there was no spiritual energy left to draw upon. Even with all his effort, he could only make the remaining swords tremble slightly before they became immobile once more.
With a final crack as the last spiritual sword transformed into starlight, Xiao Han felt as if a string in his mind had snapped. He staggered and finally collapsed to the ground. At this point, only Xiao Han's life-bound treasure remained on the field, but even that was tightly ensnared by the vines and could not move an inch.
The vines finally unfurled, revealing Chang Qing's figure within. Xiao Han struggled to lift his head, hoping to find some trace of distress on his opponent's face. However, he was met with disappointment.
The young man before him stood tall and elegant in pristine white robes with silver hair tied back. His complexion was slightly pale, yet he wore a calm smile at the corner of his mouth as if he had just emerged from closed-door meditation.
"Junior Xiao, I appreciate your efforts," Chang Qing said dismissively as he controlled one of the vines to coil around Xiao Han's long sword and place it before him.
The battle had finally come to an end! Although it concluded in a rather subdued manner without any severe injuries or explosive kills, the shock in everyone's hearts remained undiminished. Not only did the Ten Thousand Sword Technique demonstrate unparalleled lethality once again, but the exquisite defensive methods and inexhaustible vitality of the Wood Technique also left everyone in awe.
Chang Qing paid no heed to Gong Xue'er’s questioning gaze as he calmly descended from the Training Platform. Meanwhile, Xiao Han was assisted by two disciples from Wanxiang Sect towards Dan Peak for treatment. Although he had been defeated by Chang Qing, his displayed potential had caught the elders' attention; thus, the disciples' attitude towards him had shifted significantly.
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