Guiding a soul to the Dao

High above the nine heavens.

Fierce astral winds howled.

Fang Qing watched a streak of snowstorm-like sword light cleave through the air ahead. Ribbons of radiance wound around him, carrying him through the sky, and he could not help exclaiming, "Truly the work of an immortal..."

Shen Yanqiu chuckled. "Merely a little skill at gang refining. Nothing immortal about it..."

"You're too modest, senior brother. You cultivated the Pure Clarity Sword Aura through our sect's secret method... in sheer sharpness, it ranks among the top three astral auras in the world."

Beside them, a streak of violet sword light drifted like clouds and mist. Su Qinghui's voice came from within it.

"Hardly, hardly. Your violet dawn baleful fiend is also one of the rare baleful forces of heaven and earth, junior sister... your future accomplishments will surely far surpass mine."

Shen Yanqiu spoke courteously, but still deliberately slowed his sword light to let Su Qinghui catch up.

That little gesture naturally did not escape Fang Qing's notice. He thought to himself:

This Snowstorm Sword, Shen Yanqiu, should be at the gang refining stage. Violet Cloud Sword Su Qinghui falls a little short; she's still in the baleful condensation realm... even their sword arts and cultivation methods differ... the baleful energy Su Qinghui has condensed is clearly inferior to Shen Yanqiu's... she is, after all, a reincarnated wandering immortal who came to join them, entering the sect with skills of her own... what sect doesn't sort its disciples into ranks and grades?

Wait... by that reckoning, my treatment probably won't be much better. An ordinary disciple at most...

Fang Qing quietly considered the road ahead.

Now that he had Sky Scripture's legacy and was joining the Mount Shu Sword Sect, cultivating all the way to the dharma body realm, at least,