"Your saber technique lacks power, your eyes and ears are dull, your footwork is loose, your reactions are sluggish—not a single move is worth looking at, yet you still dream of learning the Secluded Immortal Sect's orthodox teachings? Keep dreaming!"
"The purity is too low!"
In the martial arts hall, Xiang Yuan slowly drew a circle with his saber, forcing the saber-wielder before him into a desperate corner. With a chop from the back of his blade, he swept the man out of the arena.
Commanding from on high, unstoppable in momentum.
It had been three months since the elders entered seclusion. From time to time, one of them would emerge in rotation to instruct everyone in martial arts.
The faces molded by the Formless Seal Method were lifelike, and no one noticed anything amiss. The only strange thing was that every elder used saber techniques. Several elders had never excelled at the saber before, yet they had suddenly changed styles and wielded master-level saber arts.
Xiang Yuan had an answer to that question: return the other's way unto himself. Or rather, walk Li Xianyuan's path and leave him no path to walk.
Wasn't Li Xianyuan skilled with the saber? Then everyone would study saber techniques together. One person's plans were short, but many minds made long ones. If all the elders practiced saber arts together, they would surely find flaws in Li Xianyuan's saber technique.
The explanation was barely plausible—enough to fool them for three to five months, at least.
"Next."
Holding his saber one-handed, Xiang Yuan swept his gaze across the Immortal Sect disciples and selected a middle-aged swordsman as his opponent.
Over these three months, he had either been crossing worlds or practicing martial arts every day. His saber arts had advanced greatly, and he had incorporated