Li Clan · Number Three Sword Enlightenment Platform.
The morning mist had yet to lift, and dew still clung around the Sword Enlightenment Platform.
Li Xuan sat cross-legged on the stone platform. His eyes snapped open, and his fingertip suddenly touched the space between his brows.
The Chaos Green Lotus Seed had come just in time. It had kept his physical body unharmed, and though his cultivation had fallen by one realm, he had already regained it through cultivation. But the chill of that sword still clung to him like a bone-deep curse—the Sword Light Qin Wangchuan had unleashed still flickered deep within his Divine Soul.
"Brother Li, it seems you've recovered well."
A cool voice came from behind him.
Li Xuan turned. A gray-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp features as if carved by a blade. His aura was restrained and unfathomable, yet a heart-stirring edge seemed to glimmer around him.
"Chu Wujiu?" Li Xuan raised an eyebrow. "You actually came to see me of your own accord?"
Among the older generation of the Chu Clan, the strongest was Chu Qingyan.
And among the younger generation, none could surpass Chu Wujiu.
He had shown ordinary talent from childhood, but at fifteen, he had unexpectedly awakened the Nine Prisons Battle Body. From then on, his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. With Eighth Realm cultivation, he had once slain a Tenth Realm Prodigy, and his strength was unfathomable.
Now, at the Tenth Realm, he could kill Twelfth Realm powerhouses in an instant!
"I heard Qin Wangchuan cut you down with one sword, so I came to have a laugh." Chu Wujiu spoke calmly, but there was not the slightest trace of mockery in his tone. He sounded more as if he were stating a