Deriving the Eighth Form

The top-four matches ended, and the clamor in the plaza slowly faded away.

There was still a full day of rest before the final.

The disciples gradually dispersed, yet many were still eagerly discussing tomorrow's pinnacle showdown. Shen Yuan at the Meridian Opening Realm Middle Stage against Xiao Wuji of the Profound Communion Realm—this battle was destined to be recorded in the history of the Azure Cloud Sect's minor tournament.

Shen Yuan declined the attempts at conversation from the other disciples and quickly left the martial arts plaza, returning to his inner sect courtyard.

Wang Dong followed behind at a trot. Once they entered the courtyard, he bolted the gate shut behind them.

"That top-four match was far too dangerous! Mu Yunfan's palm techniques were simply too fierce." Wang Dong wiped the sweat from his forehead, his plump face full of tension. "You've gathered enough Martial Dao Points now, right? Are you confident about deriving the eighth form?"

Shen Yuan nodded and walked over to sit beside the stone table in the courtyard.

"I have 12 Martial Dao Points now, just enough to meet the minimum cost for deriving the eighth form of the Azure Cloud Thirteen Swords. The eighth form is a lost move that Xiao Wuji has never seen. In tomorrow's final, it will be my greatest trump card."

"Wonderful!" Wang Dong's eyes lit up, but he quickly grew worried again. "But the eighth form is only one move. Xiao Wuji is in the Profound Communion Realm, and his Profound Qi Protection will still be difficult to deal with. Even if you catch him off guard, you might not be able to win outright."

"Exactly." Shen Yuan's expression turned solemn. "The eighth form is a trump card, not the whole key to victory. I also need to use