Peach Mountain! Mo Wenshen!
On Contemplation Cliff, Lin Bai sat cross-legged before the one hundred and eighth stone.
The insights into the Heavenly Lightning Intent were carved into this stone.
For half a year, Lin Bai had immersed himself in comprehending these six intents day and night. At last, he had gained something!
Half a day later, Lin Bai left the stone and sat atop the mountain, gazing into the distant horizon. At that moment, the fluctuations of nine intents flowed around him, and a powerful sword intent swept across the entirety of Contemplation Cliff!
In the palace before Contemplation Cliff, the scruffy old man immediately frowned. Looking toward the mountaintop, he said, "Lin Bai's sword intent is growing stronger and stronger. Why do I feel the power of nine intents within it?"
Afterward, the scruffy old man stopped paying attention to Lin Bai, hugged his wine jug, and happily continued drinking.
Just then, a streak of black light suddenly flashed across Contemplation Cliff. Even the scruffy old man failed to detect its origin. It appeared directly atop the mountain where Lin Bai was.
The black light landed silently not far behind Lin Bai and watched him coldly.
Seeing Lin Bai sitting cross-legged and cultivating his intent, he did not disturb him.
"Senior, don't you know that peeking at a martial artist while he cultivates is a grave taboo?"
Lin Bai slowly opened his eyes and spoke icily.
The black-clad middle-aged man smiled faintly. He took several steps forward, came around to face Lin Bai, studied his features, and said with a light smile, "Lan Ling said that he had passed the Dragon Slayer Swordplay to an unparalleled sword cultivator in the Southern Courtyard."
"I originally thought he had merely found someone at random, but I didn't expect you to