Inside the Cave Mansion.
Li Qingqiu opened his eyes. Nangong E and Lin Chuan immediately came over and asked how he was doing.
"This trial was harder than I expected. I didn't succeed."
Li Qingqiu spoke, a look of reminiscence appearing on his face.
Sword Master's sword was simply too powerful. He had been completely unable to withstand it. This was the first time he had truly experienced the power of a magical artifact.
Sword Master had relied solely on the sword in his hand to suppress him. There had been no exquisite spells, no powerful sword intent—the strength of that sword had been terrifying.
Although Li Qingqiu had lost, he had developed a keen interest in that sword.
He had to obtain this inheritance.
"Is it really that difficult to deal with?" Nangong E asked, raising her brows. In her impression, no one had ever been able to defeat Li Qingqiu.
Li Qingqiu smiled. "Naturally. After all, the foundation of the Tai Jue Sect isn't something our Qingxiao Sect can compare with."
He had not been discouraged. Having this jade was pretty good too; in the future, he could test the progress of his strength at any time.
Afterward, he closed his eyes and rested, recalling the battle from earlier.
July came to an end, and August arrived. The ten strongest disciples of the Daoist Convention had finally been decided.
Xue Jin, Gu Changping, Yun Cai, Xiao Wudi, Sword Solitary, Ji Ya, Li Yang, Lu Qing, Yang Xuan, and Jing Ziling—the rankings were not in any particular order.
Only five of the previous ten strongest disciples remained. This represented how the Qingxiao Sect was growing stronger with every generation.
The weakest cultivation among this year's ten strongest disciples was already the Yangyuan Realm Seventh Layer, far surpassing the