Imperial Advisor's Residence.
Before the Bamboo House.
Jiang Ning held the long sword, its blade trembling faintly in his hand.
He could feel that the sword in his hand seemed to have life.
Su Qingying's Life-Bound Sword! he murmured inwardly.
The next instant, he gripped the hilt, lifted his arm, and sword light suddenly spilled down like moonlight.
He thrust forward with an utterly ordinary move.
Yet wherever the blade passed, the air did not surge, while the light abruptly brightened and dimmed.
Within a zhang or so centered on him, it was as though he had suddenly plunged into a cold night, while three inches before the sword tip, a point of scorching white light flared, like sunlight bursting into existence.
Light and darkness alternated, silent and soundless; at the sword tip, there was not even the slightest whisper of wind being cut.
This strike seemed to have brought both speed and momentum to an ultimate point of balance, the circulation of the Yin Yang Two Qi leaving faint, almost imperceptible traces along the blade.
Su Qingying watched this scene, her eyes brightening slightly.
With her vision, she could naturally tell that this strike was no longer a simple sword technique.
It was mastery over yin and yang, over space; it was an interpretation of the Dao of the sword.
Is his Nascent Soul about to form? she murmured inwardly.
"Buzz—"
At that moment, the blade trembled lightly, giving off a faint resonance.
Jiang Ning withdrew the sword and stood, lowering his head to study the blade.
The moment it had entered his hand, he had felt that this sword was incomparably sharp and indestructible.
Now, once he had thrust out with it, he felt his mind link with the sword in his hand; holding this sword, he naturally