Breaking Through Seclusion to the Tenth Realm!
After returning home, Qin Wangchuan announced that he would begin his seclusion.
It takes at least two years, and at most three years.
It's neither long nor short.
So they decided to send someone to take Xu Qing's family, Su Yingxue, and others to the Jiuqu Realm of Middle Thousand Provinces, to the headquarters of the Wen Dao Palace.
As for Luo Lingxi, she seemed to be wavering in her beliefs, so she also went to relax.
Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.
After the Daoist Conference of the Dayan Dynasty concluded, Qin Wangchuan fell silent, and the entire Ten Directions Immortal Court descended into an eerie stillness.
But this is not true silence.
Every individual and every family is striving to become stronger.
Including Ye Jianwei.
Surrounding the Qin Clan, Cangqiong Ancient Mountain.
At the mountaintop, Ye Jianwei in the wind.
Her eyes were closed, her white dress fluttered in the wind, and her fingertips rested on the strings of the zither.
Although she couldn't see, everything around her was clearly presented in her perception—the flow of the wind, the breathing of the Demon Beast, even the subtle sound of fallen leaves brushing against the air.
Three Tenth Realm demon wolves are approaching.
She lightly plucked the strings, and a clear, Zither Music note suddenly rang out.
The sound waves transformed into invisible Sword Qi, instantly cleaving the foremost demon wolf in two.
Before the remaining two wolf demons could react, her longsword was already drawn.
The Sword Light like lightning, drawing a graceful arc in the air.
Blood gushed from the throats of both wolf demons simultaneously.
She sheathed her sword with fluid, graceful movements, as if she had practiced it a thousand times.
However, Ye Jianwei was not satisfied with this.
"Compared to the Young Master's, it's still too slow..."
Under Qin Wangchuan's tutelage, Ye Jianwei also cultivated swordsmanship, magic, and the zither.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake.
A Red-Scaled Demon Python burst from the ground, its gaping maw snapping at her.
Her expression remained unchanged as she gracefully took a half-step back, simultaneously playing the zither with her right hand and holding a sword in her left.
That Red-Scaled Demon Python was a ferocious creature at the peak of the Eleventh Realm, its scales were indestructible, and its venom could corrode mountains.
Ye Jianwei paused, the Zither Music stopped abruptly, but the longsword in his left hand trembled slightly at that moment, and a wisp of light quietly appeared on the blade.
"The Taichu God-Burial Sword!"
Although she was blind, her mind was as clear as a mirror.
"Clang--!"
The Sword Light came from the void, like a galaxy falling, and instantly slashed through the demonic python's vital spot!
Those indestructible scales were like thin paper before the Primordial Sword Qi; they didn't even have time to utter a wail before their life force was severed by a single sword strike.
The giant python crashed to the ground, and the mountain fell into a Deathly Stillness.
Ye Jianwei dress remained unchanged, but the moment the demonic blood dripped from the tip of her sword, her figure swayed slightly, forcing her to lean on the ground with her sword. Beneath her spotless clothes, her chest heaved violently, and fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.
Her fingertips trembled, her Spiritual Power was almost depleted, and even breathing was painfully burning.
With just one sword strike, he had drained most of his Spiritual Power.
As he spoke, Ye Jianwei slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he murmured, "Young Master can wield this sword with ease, and its power is several times greater, capable of moving mountains and Heaven-Opening. As for me... I'm already exhausted after just one strike."
"As expected of the Young Master..."
She shook her head, her smile deepening, a mixture of sigh and respect.
--This is the person I follow.
Unable to ever reach it, yet willingly looking up to it.
The road ahead is long, but as long as he is in front of her, Ye Jianwei will not stop.
After resting for a while, we continued onward.
For the past two years, she has been slaying Demon Beast alone in this desolate mountain.
The Zither Music and the Sword Light intertwined, turning one ferocious Demon Beast after another into corpses.
Ye Jianwei doesn't need eyes because her perception is more acute than her sight.
The bells at her waist, the Spiritual Qi in the air, and even a gentle breeze could all become her senses.
Just as she was adjusting her breathing, a tremendous shockwave suddenly came from the direction of the Qin Clan Ancestral Grounds in the distance.
She looked up abruptly; though she couldn't see, she could clearly sense that familiar presence—
"Young Master... has he emerged from seclusion?"
Thousands of miles away, that familiar Sword Intent soared into the sky, golden light like a waterfall, illuminating the heavens.
Ye Jianwei stood there, staring blankly in that direction, as if she could see that figure standing in mid-air, his clothes fluttering, like a god descending to earth.
Without a second thought, she leaped to her feet.
She drew her long sword from its sheath, cleaving through the Dense Forest ahead; her delicate hand plucked the strings, the sound waves shattering the rocks blocking her path.
Those Demon Core that he would have collected in the past were not even glanced at this time.
"Faster... faster..."
She walked on the wind, her white dress fluttering in the breeze, the wind whistling in her ears, yet she could almost see that figure before her eyes—he was probably stretching as he emerged from the cave abode, and seeing her hurrying towards him, he would surely greet her with a smile, "Jianwei."
The mountains receded beneath her feet, her breath hot, yet she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
At this moment, she was not like the aloof cultivator who was skilled in both music and swordsmanship, but rather like a swallow returning to its nest, eager to fly back to the roof where he was.
The Qin Clan, the Wangchuan Pavilion.
Yuniang's figure slowly emerged from the Small Sword pendant around Qin Wangchuan's neck. She wore a plain white dress, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, and her eyes held a hint of languor and playfulness.
She leaned against the air, her fingertips gently playing with the ends of her hair, her gaze sweeping over Qin Wangchuan from head to toe, before suddenly letting out a soft laugh:
"Late stage of the Tenth Realm, congratulations!"
Qin Wangchuan raised his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Tenth Realm: Heavenly Palace Realm.
By using one's body as a palace, one can forge an inner Heavenly Palace, which can greatly enhance oneself.
His physical strength and Spiritual Power capacity have both increased terrifyingly, and with the addition of the Dragon Scale, he is practically invincible!
And...
Qin Wangchuan spoke softly, "First Gear."
"Boom!"
A surge of powerful Spiritual Power suddenly erupted from his body, golden light swirling around him, and countless fine runes could be faintly seen shimmering on his skin, burning like a furnace.
Yuniang, suspended in mid-air, narrowed her eyes and sat up slightly.
"Battle Intent Furnace"?
"It's Spirit Power Furnace." Qin Wangchuan shook his head, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.
"There are three levels of directly converting Spiritual Qi into Qi and Blood, and each level can bring about a qualitative change in the strength of the physical body."
"But there are also side effects; the longer it runs, the greater the physical burden."
"This problem can be solved by furnace energy conversion."
He made a grasping motion with his left hand, and a long sword of Spiritual Qi materialized out of thin air. The blade was wreathed in a sharp Sword Intent, as if it could cleave down the stars.
"With the blessing of the Sword Intent Furnace, even something as simple as casually wielding a sword becomes possible."
Yuniang nodded.
Transforming Spiritual Qi into a sword sounds simple, but it requires the ultimate Sword Intent.
Qin Wangchuan could do it before, but the swords he created were too fragile to be used in actual combat.
But now it's different; it can be used in actual combat.
It saved a lot of travel time.
But that's not all.
Qin Wangchuan raised his right hand slightly, and a book in the distance suddenly opened, with its pages automatically jumping out and transforming into a two-meter-tall Paper Figurine.
The Paper Figurine moved without wind, standing beside him like a bodyguard.
"Sword Intent Furnace, Spirit Power Furnace, Paper Figurine Technique..." Yuniang narrowed her eyes, a rare hint of surprise in her voice, "You're quite greedy, you've mastered them all?"
Qin Wangchuan chuckled:
"It's not about learning, it's about changing."
"The Chu Clan's Battle Intent Furnace essentially transforms Spiritual Qi into a short-lived burst of power, but it relies too heavily on battle intent and is prone to going out of control. I've broken it down: the Sword Intent Furnace focuses on Sword Dao, while the Spirit Power Furnace purely strengthens the physical body. The two can be switched according to the situation of the battle."
"As for the Zhao Clan's Paper Figurine Technique..." He flicked his finger, and the Paper Figurine raised its fist and slammed it into the ground, instantly creating a small crater, completely unlike the strength Paper Figurine should have.
"I use the Spirit Power Furnace as a foundation, and each Paper Figurine can temporarily bear my power. Furthermore, due to the vast Spiritual Power reserves of the Supreme Dao Heart, the number of Paper Figurine I can control simultaneously is extremely terrifying."
"This move is called -- Thousand-Army Array!"
As he spoke, Qin Wangchuan faced another dilemma.
"Ordinary paper is too fragile, and the Zhao Clan's Heavenly Talisman Seal is not something they can give away casually. Even if we got one, we would eventually run out of it..."
"Why don't you just Draw Talismans yourself?" Suddenly, Qin Xuanji's voice came from afar.