Wisdom Skull, Three Realms of the Sword Dao

"Xiao Xuan, this is a Sixty Thousand Year Wisdom Skull of Spiritual Condensation."

After returning to Spirit City, Qian Daoliu took a soul bone from the treasury.

Spirit Hall possessed extremely few high-year soul bones. This soul bone had been obtained when his son, Qian Xunjí, personally killed its owner. It was among the finest soul bones, second only to External Soul Bones and the top-tier soul bones produced by Hundred Thousand Year Soul Beasts.

As Ji Xuan was his only disciple, Qian Daoliu saw unprecedented potential in him. Wanting to cultivate him wholeheartedly, he gave this soul bone to Ji Xuan.

Ji Xuan looked at the soul bone in Qian Daoliu's hand and smiled inwardly.

Wasn't this head soul bone one of the prizes from the Soul Master Competition eight years later, the one that would eventually fall into Tang San's hands?

He had not expected Qian Daoliu to take it out and give it directly to him.

Ji Xuan accepted it with both hands, a smile curling across his lips. "Thank you, Master."

"There is no Soul Power restriction on absorbing soul bones. Absorb it now. I will guard you."

"Yes."

Ji Xuan nodded, sat down cross-legged, and began absorbing the soul bone.

A blue radiance instantly enveloped Ji Xuan. A cool sensation entered through his brow, stimulating his brain...

Ji Xuan felt his Spiritual Power continuously rising, while his perception of his surroundings grew increasingly clear.

Two days later, the light around Ji Xuan receded. He suddenly opened his eyes, and Spiritual Power spread out from his body. He could clearly sense everything within a hundred meters, and even the faint chirping of distant insects could not escape his perception.

"Xiao Xuan, how was it?"

Seeing that Ji Xuan had successfully absorbed it, Qian Daoliu stepped forward and asked.

With Qian Daoliu's strength, going without rest for two days had no effect on him.

Ji Xuan stood and looked at Qian Daoliu. "Master, my Spiritual Power has increased greatly. I can clearly sense everything within a hundred meters of me."

"I also gained a soul bone skill called Spiritual Impact, which can directly attack an enemy's Sea of Consciousness."

"If the opponent's Spiritual Power is weak, they may suffer a mental collapse and die. At best, they will become an idiot."

Ji Xuan sensed the Soul Power within his body, his brows drawing together slightly. "But my Soul Power... doesn't seem to have increased."

"This soul bone mainly enhances your Spiritual Power in all aspects. It is normal that it did not increase your Soul Power."

Qian Daoliu paused.

"Besides, you only broke through recently. Your Soul Power still needs to be stabilized. Do not rush."

Ji Xuan nodded gently. "Yes, this disciple understands."

The next day.

At the Peak of Martial Soul Divine Mountain, clouds and mist swirled through the air.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back. "Xiao Xuan, next, I will teach you how to use a sword."

"Alright, Master."

Qian Daoliu continued, "First, you must know that the Sword Dao is divided into three realms: Sword Intent, Sword Domain, and Man and Sword as One."

"Each realm is further divided into subtlety, Minor Accomplishment, Great Accomplishment, perfection, and peak."

"Sword Intent: where the intent points, the sword follows. Spiritual Power, Soul Power, will, and conviction merge to form a unique Sword Intent."

"Sword Domain is the domain of the sword. It is the elevation achieved when Sword Intent is comprehended to its peak. Within the domain, everything is under your control."

"Man and Sword as One means the man is the sword, and the sword is the man. One can resonate with all things; even grass and trees can become swords."

Ji Xuan asked curiously, "Master, what realm are you currently in?"

At present, the continent's publicly acknowledged greatest swordsman was Sword Douluo Chen Xin, but in truth, it should have been Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu had retired for many years. The world knew very little about him, and some even believed he had already fallen.

Several years ago, Chen Xin's grandfather, the Level Ninety-Eight Super Douluo Gale Swordmaster Chen Jianjun, had come to challenge Qian Daoliu in pursuit of a breakthrough.

The result was defeat. He personally admitted that his sword was inferior to Qian Daoliu's, and not long after, he passed away.

"I am currently at Third Realm Perfection," Qian Daoliu replied calmly.

He had remained in this realm for many years, unable to touch the threshold of the peak. He was likely destined never to break through in this life, and he had long since let go of it.

Before meeting Ji Xuan, his focus had been on Qian Renxue, hoping that she could inherit the Angel God's legacy.

Now, Ji Xuan's appearance gave him another goal: to pass down everything he had learned in his life.

If he was gone one day, he also hoped Ji Xuan could protect Qian Renxue in his stead.

"Master, you're amazing!"

Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly. "Xiao Xuan, I can only teach you my insights into comprehension. You must comprehend the Sword Dao that belongs to you."

"Your Martial Soul is a sword. You can begin your comprehension from your Martial Soul."

Ji Xuan nodded firmly. "This disciple understands."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly. "Now, you must begin practicing basic sword techniques. Only by laying a solid foundation can you bring out the greatest power of the sword in your hand."

"All techniques originate from the basics."

"Watch carefully." Qian Daoliu casually picked up a dead branch. "Thrust: power reaches the sword tip. Thrusts are further divided into Flat Thrusts, Vertical Thrusts..."

"Cleave: from top to bottom, power reaches the sword body, heavy and forceful."

"Lift: from bottom to top, power reaches the front portion of the sword body. Your wrist must be flexible."

Ji Xuan carefully watched every movement Qian Daoliu made.

Qian Daoliu truly deserved to be the continent's foremost swordsman. The branch in his hand resembled a sharp sword, each move carrying fierce sword momentum.

As the final move fell, Qian Daoliu tossed the dead branch to the ground and stood with his hands behind his back. "Xiao Xuan, demonstrate it once. Let me see how much you have learned."

"Yes, Master."

Ji Xuan took a Wooden Sword from his Soul Tool and began performing each technique...

Qian Daoliu watched Ji Xuan's moving figure, and a trace of shock flashed through his eyes.

Ji Xuan had seen it only once, yet he had already grasped the essentials. Every move carried a hint of sword momentum.

This kid's talent was simply too high...

As the final movement ended, Ji Xuan put away his Wooden Sword and looked at Qian Daoliu. "Master, how was it?"

"Not bad." Qian Daoliu nodded approvingly. "Next, practice diligently and solidify your foundation."

"At the same time, I will also teach you my insights into comprehending Sword Intent."

"Yes."

Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Ji Xuan's daily routine consisted of practicing swordsmanship, training his body, soaking in Medicinal Baths, and meditating to cultivate.

Whoosh!

The Wooden Sword in Ji Xuan's hand carried a fierce aura, as though it had split the air in two.

Qian Daoliu watched from the side with satisfaction.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

After completing a fluid sequence of movements, Ji Xuan neatly spun his sword in a flourish and held it behind his back.

Clap, clap... Qian Daoliu applauded and walked before Ji Xuan, patting his head. "Xiao Xuan, your comprehension of the sword surpasses even mine. I am gratified for you."

"Your foundation has already met my requirements. Next, you must rely on yourself to comprehend the rest."

"This is all because Master taught me well." Ji Xuan scratched his head and smiled.

"You need not be modest." Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly, smiling.

During this time, he had been extremely satisfied with Ji Xuan. His talent was exceptionally high, yet he was neither arrogant nor impetuous. His temperament was truly outstanding.