A Small Dish

Yin and Yang divide into two poles; one sword gives birth to ten thousand arts...

The moment Gao Xian regained consciousness, this single secret formula echoed endlessly in his mind. His Taiyuan Divine Image had returned to its original form, but the spiritual radiance around it still trembled ceaselessly along with those words.

Even the Five Elements Wuji Sword in the Taiyuan Divine Image's hand—the sharp, gleaming blade measuring four feet four inches—hummed in resonance.

Gao Xian knew that the sword intent bestowed by Wuji Sword Venerable was too overwhelming for the Taiyuan Divine Image to bear. Even now, it was still dissolving the lingering thread of sword intent within itself.

This method of passing down sword intent was simple, yet somewhat overbearing. Wuji Sword Venerable seemed to be deliberately testing him—or perhaps wanted him to glimpse the Sword Venerable's might. The inherited sword intent had already come close to the limit of what he could endure.

Fortunately, he had been prepared. The instant Wuji Sword Venerable's voice reached him, he had Sister Lan hide deep within his sea of consciousness, avoiding the Sword Venerable's sword intent and preserving his little secret.

At his current level, even if Wuji Sword Venerable discovered an Idol Spirit hidden in his sea of consciousness, it would not amount to much.

Methods of visualization all had ways to manifest divine images, and their appearances varied wildly. Sister Lan could completely be regarded as a divine image created through visualization.

Even someone as powerful as Wuji Sword Venerable could not possibly know every secret art under heaven.

Gao Xian simply wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble. Sister Lan was special, after all; it was better for her to remain hidden.

Fortunately, Wuji Sword Venerable bore no ill intent. Though the method of inheritance had been a