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Headmaster Bei Hong's training ground, Di Fei is locked in a fierce battle with Zhang Tianfeng. The ground of the training ground is paved with smooth stone slabs, and the two figures move quickly within it, their dodges and attacks nearly perfect.
Di Fei is dressed in a blue swordsman's attire, with a hint of determination on his face, wielding his sword with each strike full of strength. His gaze is sharp, and every movement appears precise and powerful.
Meanwhile, Zhang Tianfeng was wearing a red battle robe, and he wielded his halberd with even greater skill. He cleverly blocked all of Di Fei's attacks with the halberd, wearing a relaxed smile on his face.
On the sidelines, Zi Yan and Chen Fan were watching this exciting duel intently. Zi Yan was dressed in a purple long dress, with black hair cascading down her back and a hint of amazement in her eyes. Chen Fan, on the other hand, was clad in gray armor, wielding a wooden sword with a focused look in his eyes.
"Such incredible progress!" Chen Fan couldn't help but exclaim.
Zi Yan nodded, "Di Fei's swordsmanship has improved very quickly. It's clear that he has put in a lot of effort."
While the two were talking, the situation on the training ground changed once again. Di Fei swung a sword light, and Zhang Tianfeng instantly dodged, then counterattacked. He lifted Di Fei's sword with his halberd, aiming it directly at Di Fei's chest.
Di Fei reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side and thrusting his sword towards Zhang Tianfeng's arm. However, Zhang Tianfeng was prepared and held his halberd in front of him, forcefully blocking the attack.
"Great swordsmanship!" Zhang Tianfeng exclaimed loudly.
Di Fei, however, did not respond, only a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He could feel a force slowly awakening within his body, but he didn't know what it was.
"Stop!" Chen Fan suddenly shouted, "That's enough, both of you."
Both of them stopped at the same time and looked at Chen Fan.
"Di Fei, the sword strike you just made, I felt a strange power within your body," Chen Fan said solemnly.
Di Fei paused, then nodded. "I felt it too, but I don't know what it is."
Zhang Tianfeng walked over, "That power is very strong, but also very unstable. You better be careful to control it."
Di Fei looked at him deeply and said, "I will."
The training on the training ground is gradually coming to an end, and everyone feels an unknown force growing stronger.
As the night deepens, Di Fei is alone on the mountaintop, overlooking the night view below, his thoughts flying into the distance. At this moment, the sect leader quietly walks up behind him and sits on a large rock.
The leader's beard on his face trembled slightly, and there was a glint of wisdom in his eyes. He was dressed in a white Taoist robe, with a wide-brimmed hat, and had an elegant demeanor.
"What is justice in your heart?" the leader suddenly asked.
Di Fei was taken aback by the question and turned to look at the sect leader.
"What are you asking this for?" Di Fei asked in return.
The sect leader shook his head and said, "I just want to know what kind of belief your sword holds."
Di Fei remained silent for a moment, then said, "My justice is to protect everything I cherish."
The sect leader nodded, "Justice is not fixed, everyone has their own idea of justice. But as long as you stick to your beliefs, your sword can show its true power."
Di Fei listened, a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.
"The road ahead is still long. You have to learn to face yourself in order to truly go further," the sect leader said.
Di Fei nodded, and the sect leader's words caused ripples on the clear lake in his heart. This is a new beginning, opening a new chapter in the depths of his soul.
The headmaster looked at Di Fei with kind eyes, a hint of satisfaction flashing in them. He knew that this young man would achieve extraordinary things. He stood up, gently patted Di Fei on the shoulder, and said, "The path of martial arts is long, but as long as you have the determination, you can go even further." With that, he turned and walked away.
Di Fei watched the headmaster's departing figure, feeling deeply moved. He knew that his own path would not be smooth, but he now had faith and direction.
A few days later, Headmaster Bei Hong's disciples set off in a grand procession towards the venue of the martial arts conference. The headmaster personally bid them farewell, patting each of their shoulders and offering his blessings.
The surroundings of the martial arts conference venue were adorned with magnificent natural scenery. Towering mountain ranges encircled a flat valley, lush green forests glistened in the sunlight, and dense bamboo groves rustled with a sound akin to a beautiful symphony.
Above the main entrance of the venue hangs a glittering golden plaque with the four characters "Grand Martial Arts Gathering" inscribed on it. The stone lions in front of the gate are majestic and imposing, with a sharp and alert gaze, as if guarding a forbidden area that cannot be trespassed.
As the sun gradually rises, it shines on the bustling crowd gathering outside the martial arts gathering venue. Various colorful tents are set up around the venue, each representing a different martial arts sect, with their respective flags fluttering in the wind, creating a unique atmosphere. From a distance, it looks like a magnificent and colorful landscape painting, illuminating the entire area.
Qinglong Sect's tent is located in a slightly elevated position, with a light blue smoke drifting inside. The members of the sect are dressed in blue attire, standing tall and straight. A tall middle-aged man stands in front of the tent, with deep eyes. He is the sect leader of Qinglong Sect, Jianyan. He holds a long sword, and standing beside him is a young man with a handsome and proud face, Jianyin, Jianyan's junior brother. They are speaking in low voices, seemingly discussing something important.
In the distance, a flickering red firelight illuminates the burning tent of the Red Lotus Sect, with a towering flame. A tall man stands in front of the tent, his eyes filled with fiery determination. He is the Flame Master, the leader of the Red Lotus Sect. He wields a flame sword, its blade shimmering with a dangerous crimson light. Beside him stands a woman in red, her face faintly carrying a cold smile. She is the Flame Messenger, the capable assistant of the Flame Master, equally skilled in fire-based martial arts.
Inside the tent of the Spiritual Light Gate, it seems that there is an infinite starlight shining in the dimness. A middle-aged man is sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes deep and seemingly able to see through everything. He is the gate master of the Spiritual Light Gate, Heart. His body exudes a mysterious aura, and his cultivation has reached its peak. Beside him, a young woman is concentrating on her practice. Her eyes are full of confidence. She is Heart's disciple, Mirage, skilled in mental control and illusion, and a genius in the sect.
Around the tent of the Seven Star Sword Sect, there is a noble atmosphere. A middle-aged swordsman is exchanging swordsmanship with a young swordsman. His swordsmanship is elegant and natural, with the sword light flashing. He is Sword Intent, the senior brother of Sword Smoke and the senior uncle of Sword Sound. The young swordsman is a handsome youth, with a determined look in his eyes for swordsmanship. He is the new generation genius of the Seven Star Sword Sect, Sword Shadow.
Inside the tent of Mingxin Sect, the healing energy permeates the air. Members in white robes are focused on practicing their healing techniques, each person's eyes filled with warmth. In the center of the tent, a middle-aged man sits with a calm gaze, exuding a peaceful atmosphere. He is the leader of Mingxin Sect, Mingxin. Beside him, a young woman is attentively treating an injured warrior with gentle and meticulous movements. She is Mingxin's proud disciple, Linghui, skilled in medical arts and healing.
As the crowd continues to pour in, members of various sects gather around the venue, exchanging martial arts insights and showcasing the characteristics and strengths of their respective sects. At that moment, a commotion of sighs arises, and everyone's gaze turns to the source. A group of dark-clothed individuals suddenly appears on the outskirts of the venue, emanating a dark aura that sends shivers down the spine. They are members of Darkmoon Sect, whose presence plunges the entire venue into astonishment, sparking discussions among the crowd.
The conversation between the sword smoke and the sword sound was interrupted by the solemn gaze of the sword smoke. He vigilantly watched the members of Darkmoon Sect in the distance, filled with caution. The sword sound sensed the change in his senior brother and tightly gripped the sword handle, ready to respond to potential danger.
Closing his eyes, the sword spirit furrowed his brow as if sensing the energy fluctuations brought by Darkmoon Sect. He took a deep breath, hoping to discern the true intentions of Darkmoon Sect from the faint signals.
Mingxin Sect members put down their practice and vigilantly watched the members of Darkmoon Sect. Despite their focus on healing, they could also sense the threat brought by Darkmoon Sect. Mingxin stood up, with a calm and determined look in his eyes, understanding that the tranquility of this martial arts gathering may have been shattered.
Amidst the discussions, a member in a black robe took a step forward. His voice was cold and magnetic, filled with a mysterious allure: "Martial arts heroes, elites of various sects, we are Darkmoon Sect. We are not here to disrupt the gathering, but to announce a message to everyone."
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