Sword Realm!

Sword Realm!

Jun Changxiao crushed the Insight Talisman and looked at the Sword Manual again. His heart swelled with joy, because the obscure sword formulas and bizarre sword forms had suddenly become clear to him!

What was even more exaggerated was this.

The words printed on the Sword Manual seemed to come alive, transforming into streams of light that flowed into his Sea of Consciousness, where they began arranging and evolving on their own.

Whoosh!

After memorizing the sword form on the first page, Jun Changxiao flipped to the second. Once it was imprinted in his Sea of Consciousness, he turned to the third, fourth, fifth pages...

Seeing him flip through the Sword Manual as though riding past flowers on horseback, the martial artists from the various sects wore stunned expressions.

A Sword Manual was unlike a Martial Technique. First, one had to memorize the sword formulas; second, one had to memorize the sword forms. Skimming through it page by page like that, let alone remembering the sword movements, even memorizing the incantations would be difficult!

Had he given up because it was too hard to comprehend?

Whoosh!

At that moment, the first form of the Nine Wave Sword Style finished evolving within Jun Changxiao's Sea of Consciousness.

"Qianqian."

He closed the Sword Manual and said, "Bring me a sword."

Clang!

A sword left its sheath and was handed over.

Jun Changxiao took it from Lu Qianqian and lightly flicked his wrist.

Whoosh—

The three-foot sword drifted through the air, carving out a visible wave of airflow.

Creating wave-like airflow during a sword swing meant he had already comprehended the first form of the Nine Wave Sword Style!

How was that possible?!

The expressions of the martial artists from the various sects, who had been waiting to laugh at him, froze when they saw the rippling airflow.

The Cangshan Sect Elder was startled.

What concerned him was not the sea-wave-like airflow, but the fact that this boy had gone from comprehending the Sword Manual to skillfully performing its first form in what seemed like no time at all!

That was right.

It had not taken long.

By Earth's measure, it had only been one minute.

For many people, in one minute, they could go to the latrine and not even get their pants down, yet Jun Changxiao had already comprehended it.

"Impossible!"

The Cangshan Sect Elder denied it inwardly.

As a Martial Master at the peak level, he could cultivate such a low-grade Martial Technique with absolute certainty, but never at such astonishing speed!

Unless... he had cultivated it before!

Whoosh!

Jun Changxiao shifted his feet, drew back his arm, and swung his sword again.

Hum!

A second wave of airflow emerged, following seamlessly after the first. This was the second form of the Nine Wave Sword Style, comprehended in one minute and five seconds!

At that moment.

The martial artists from the various sects gaped.

What a joke!

How could the sect leader of this trash Iron Bone Sect comprehend the second form of the Nine Wave Sword Style in just a few breaths?!

Patriarch Li wore an incredulous expression.

He remembered clearly that when he had comprehended the second form back then, it had taken him five whole days!

How had this fellow done it?

Or had he already cultivated the Nine Wave Sword Style and was deliberately pretending otherwise?

He and the Cangshan Sect Elder had reached the same conclusion.

Any normal martial artist would think so. Comprehending the first two forms of the Nine Wave Sword Style in such a short time was absolutely impossible!

Sorry.

With the Insight Talisman's enhancement, Jun Changxiao had truly done it.

Whoosh!

He swung his sword again, and a third wave of airflow condensed forth, linking what came before and after.

This was the third form of the Nine Wave Sword Style, completed in one minute and ten seconds!

In other words.

The martial artists from the various sects had only blinked a few times, yet Sect Leader Jun had completely comprehended the third form and could wield it skillfully!

Terrifying. Utterly terrifying!

Light flickered in Li Qingyang's eyes as he thought, Sect Leader's comprehension speed is more than ten times faster than mine. It seems I truly followed the right person.

Lu Qianqian, meanwhile, thought, To comprehend it so quickly, Sect Leader's Spirit Root Aptitude must be higher than Second Junior Brother's.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Jun Changxiao immersed himself in the sword technique. Layer upon layer of waves surged forth, their power increasing as they stacked together, like ceaseless ocean waves.

One wave after another, layer upon layer—this was the origin of the Nine Wave Sword Style's name!

Whoosh!

Jun Changxiao swung his sword again. Another wave formed, and seven stacked waves had already gathered across the Training Ground.

He had comprehended the seventh form, and it had taken only one minute and thirty seconds!

"Hmph."

Patriarch Li said disdainfully, "He clearly comprehended the Nine Wave Sword Style long ago, yet he claims he never cultivated it. How utterly shameless!"

No matter how quickly Jun Changxiao performed the first seven forms, Patriarch Li had already decided that he had comprehended them beforehand.

"I knew it!"

"How could a Ninth-rate sect leader possibly comprehend the first seven forms so quickly? So he had cultivated them in advance!"

"Damn it, he nearly fooled us!"

"That acting is pretty good!"

"Look, that fellow is still acting!"

When Jun Changxiao followed the momentum and performed the eighth form, creating yet another layer of waves, the martial artists from the various sects did not focus on that. Their attention was on his concentrated face as he swung the sword.

A Ninth-rate sect.

First-rate acting!

The Cangshan Sect Elder said blandly, "No matter how well he acts, as long as he cannot perform the ninth form, he will still be exposed."

Everyone agreed with those words.

You liked acting?

Such a large Training Ground could be your stage! But if you could not perform the ninth form, then no matter how hard you had acted before, it could only be described as 'clumsy.'

Patriarch Li stood with his hands behind his back, sneering endlessly.

Whoosh!

After performing the eighth form, Jun Changxiao sheathed his sword and stood still, sinking into thought as though searching for the final form.

"Can't keep acting now, can you?"

The crowd began mocking him.

Jun Changxiao did not hear the outside voices, because while comprehending the sword technique, he had suddenly entered a wondrous state.

Gradually.

Faint, indistinct auras emerged around him, radiating a sharp and piercing presence.

The Cangshan Sect Elder was astonished.

The smile on Patriarch Li's face froze as well.

"This is..." Li Qingyang frowned slightly and said solemnly, "The Sword Realm!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing that, the martial artists from the various sects nearly popped their eyes out.

The Sword Realm.

It was also known as the State of Sword Intent.

It was a Sword Dao state similar to sudden enlightenment. If a martial artist triggered it and entered the State of Sword Intent, they could gain immense benefits from it.

"My heavens!"

"What kind of dog-shit luck did this guy step in to enter the Sword Realm?!"

"Since ancient times, how many Sword Dao martial artists have spent their entire lives without ever receiving such an opportunity?!"

Perhaps because they were too shocked, some martial artists gradually raised their voices.

The Cangshan Sect Elder said in a deep voice, "For this boy to enter the Sword Realm is an opportunity beyond all seeking. Do not disturb him!"

The martial artists from the various sects who had harbored petty thoughts hurriedly shut their mouths.

By stopping everyone in time and preventing them from disturbing Jun Changxiao, the Cangshan Sect Elder was not really a bad person.

His targeting of Jun Changxiao was only because he did not want Li Qingyang to stray onto the wrong path and waste such excellent Spiritual Root Aptitude for nothing.

Because of the Cangshan Sect Elder's rebuke, the entire Training Ground fell silent. The eyes of the martial artists from the various sects were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

An opportunity that could be encountered but not sought.

For such trash to come across it was simply against all reason!

Whoosh!

Jun Changxiao, who had remained in a wandering state, suddenly flashed a sharp light in his eyes. He swung his right arm, and the longsword moved repeatedly through the air.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The first form, second form, third form of the Nine Wave Sword Style... After unleashing the first eight forms in one breath, he tapped the ground with his toes, soared into the air, and brought his sword down in a slash.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The eight rippling waves in the air were drawn together, rapidly converging into white Sword Radiance that crashed into a huge boulder outside the Training Ground.

Boom—

With a thunderous explosion, the boulder weighing several thousand jin shattered on the spot.

Hiss!

At the sight, the martial artists from the various sects all sucked in sharp breaths.