A Slash Beneath the Angel's Light

As soon as the incense stick lit up, Qian Renxue raised her right hand.

A Golden Light Blade flew out from in front of the Six-Winged Angel with astonishing speed. Yuan Yu drew his sword to block it, and Water Pattern appeared along the blade. The blade of light collided with the water, deflecting by only half an inch, and still grazed his shoulder.

A tear appeared in the White-Clad.

Yuan Yu looked down and said, "Sister, you ruined my clothes on our very first meeting?"

"The Worship Hall can afford to compensate for ten sets of clothes."

"Then I want the white one."

"Let me say it again, there aren't even twenty sets."

Yuan Yu immediately shut up.

The second light blade has arrived.

Yuan Yu shifted his feet Wind Pattern beneath his feet turning, and moved sideways to the right. Qian Renxue's golden wings fluttered gently, and the Holy Light in the Training Ground immediately became brighter. The rosy shadow he left behind had just dissipated when it was revealed by the light to be both real and illusory.

"Mist Breathing, Second Form, Eightfold Mist."

Eight figures moved in different directions.

Qian Renxue didn't even turn her head before six Golden Feather fell simultaneously. The seven layers of rosy clouds shattered one after another, and the last one was firmly locked in place by the Holy Light.

Yuan Yu swung his sword and cleaved Golden Feather, his arm jolted downwards by the impact.

"Your glow may deceive the eyes, but it can't fool the Six-Winged Angel's perception of light," Qian Renxue said. "Change it."

"Knew."

Yuan Yu Rock Pattern down, his feet firmly planted on the ground. When the third round of golden light fell, he did not dodge again. He slashed the Sun Wheel Blade upwards, and two Rock Ridge rose up with the force of the blade.

The light blade cleaved through two layers of rock, its power reduced by more than half. Yuan Yu sidestepped the blade, and Water Pattern spread thinly on the back of the blade. Golden light shone into the water film, refracting towards the left side of the Training Ground, leaving several shallow marks on the wall.

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up.

"Again."

She took a step forward, and all thirty percent of her Holy Light was unleashed.

Golden light descended from all directions, the Water Pattern were instantly vaporized, and Flame Pattern rose up, the flames burning almost transparent in the Holy Light. Wind Pattern entangled Yuan Yu's steps, while Thunder Pattern were hidden in the scabbard and at his waist, waiting for the moment he could get close.

The seventh Sun Pattern was still very weak, only flashing briefly when the Holy Light was at its strongest.

Yuan Yu did not call it.

The test required him to use his existing six markings to withstand the Angel Holy Light. This light belonged to Qian Renxue, and also to the Six-Winged Angel. His task was to catch it, see it clearly, and then walk over to it.

The incense has burned down to one-third of its way.

Several small burn marks had appeared on Yuan Yu's shoulders and the backs of his hands. The Angel Holy Light was not as scorching as flames, but each time it landed on him, it would seep into the wounds. As soon as the Water Pattern repaired one spot, the next Golden Feather would fly in from another direction, giving him no time to catch his breath.

Qian Renxue pressed her right hand downwards.

Twelve Golden Sword appeared simultaneously above the Training Ground.

The first sword struck the Rock Ridge, the second sliced through the water curtain, and the third followed Yuan Yu's sideways movement. Yuan Yu dodged five swords in succession, and the sixth sword grazed his waist, severing the rope Wine Gourd.

He swiftly caught the gourd with his other hand.

"You can hit me, but don't hit the wine."

With a flick of her finger, Qian Renxue aimed all six remaining Golden Sword at the Wine Gourd.

Yuan Yu's lips twitched, and he could only throw the gourd off the field. In the instant he was distracted, the Golden Sword fell from the front, forcing him to grab the sword with both hands to catch it.

Qian Renxue raised her hand and clenched her fist, Holy Light condensing into a golden longsword above Yuan Yu's head. As the sword fell, two cracks appeared in the Rock Pattern at his feet. Yuan Yu gripped the sword with both hands and blocked it head-on.

Boom!

The Training Ground suddenly sank.

Yuan Yu's knees bent slightly, and the soles of his shoes sank into the stone. Six patterns—water, fire, thunder, wind, rock, and rosy clouds—flashed and shone simultaneously, causing the blade to vibrate and emit a long hum.

Qian Renxue did not stop. "If even one of the six patterns disappears, start again."

"Sister, you weren't this fierce when you taught me to walk as a child."

You didn't have a level 62 when you were a kid.

Yuan Yu gritted his teeth and used the Rock Pattern to stabilize his shoulders and back, while the Water Pattern deflected the force along the Golden Sword to both sides. The Flame Pattern did not contend with the Holy Light, but only protected the blade; the Rosy Cloud Pattern spread out along the ground, finding the weakest point of the Holy Light.

He suddenly took a step forward.

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow.

The Golden Sword pressed down again, and Yuan Yu used that force to slide forward, the blade skimming the ground. Wind Pattern pushed him from behind, and Thunder Pattern erupted simultaneously, purple and white lightning piercing through the golden Holy Light, heading straight for Qian Renxue.

"Thunder Breathing - First Form: Thunderclap and Flash!"

The Six-Winged Angel closed its wings.

Lightning Flash struck Golden Feather, Yuan Yu staggering back three steps. Before he could regain his footing, a light glow spread outwards from his side. This time, he didn't use the glow to conceal himself; instead, he let the moisture blend into the Rosy Glow, refracting the golden light in the Training Ground into several bands of varying brightness.

Angels can see the light.

Even with a lot of light, you still need to distinguish it.

There are seven layers of water film, each with a different angle. After the Holy Light passed through, some fell to the left, some slid along the ground, and two beams shone directly at Qian Renxue. The Mist took advantage of the light to display their colors, and dozens of light and dark shadows appeared in the Training Ground.

Qian Renxue's senses could still detect his Soul Power, but those returning beams of Holy Light all carried Yuan Yu's aura. A misjudgment was only half a step, which was enough in close combat.

Qian Renxue looked up to search for Yuan Yu, but the light band on her right was suddenly blown away by the wind. Yuan Yu rushed out from the left, his Sun Wheel Blade grazing past the wings behind her shoulder.

Qian Renxue turned and struck out with her palm.

Yuan Yu did not confront her head-on. He flipped his sword sheath and leaped upwards using the force of his palm strike. The water membrane turned at a tiny angle in front of the blade, and a beam of Angel Holy Light was deflected back, landing precisely on the outermost Golden Feather.

The Sun Wheel Blade followed closely behind.

A golden feather formed from Soul Power was sliced off by the blade, spun twice in mid-air, and landed in Yuan Yu's hand.

There's only one stick of incense left.

Qian Renxue.

Yuan Yu staggered half a step when he landed, but all six patterns on the blade were lit up. The seventh Sun Pattern absorbed the golden light on the feather and emerged from the depths of the blade as a thin, pale gold line.

"The first part: The Angel Light Trial, and it succeeds."

"The Sun Pattern has just opened, and Soul Power has increased by one level."

"The qualification for the Seventh Spirit Ring has not yet been unlocked; the assessment will be conducted again after reaching level 70."

The warm energy entered his meridians, and Yuan Yu's Soul Power increased accordingly.

Level 63.

He looked down and counted the Spirit Ring.

There are still six.

The Sun Pattern only has the ability to sense and receive light, but it doesn't bring the sword technique of Sun Breathing. Yuan Yu wasn't surprised by this; before level 70, this pattern was far from being fully awakened.

Qian Renxue put away her Martial Soul and walked over to take the Golden Feather from his hand. The feather left the Angel Martial Soul and quickly turned into tiny specks of light.

"Having a meal at the Crown Prince's Residence resulted in a promotion."

Yuan Yu sheathed his Sun Wheel Blade: "That's why I said the food at the Crown Prince's Residence's residence is quite good."

A soft cough came from Training Ground.

Snake Lance Douluo stood guard at the door, having witnessed the battle clearly. The level 63 youth had withstood the Angel Holy Light for the duration of an incense stick burning, and even managed to cut off a piece of Golden Feather. He was even more difficult to deal with than when they were in the Worship Hall.

"Young Master, his final strike borrowed your Holy Light," said Snake Lance Douluo.

"I saw it."

"If it were a life-or-death battle, that wing would already be injured."

Qian Renxue looked at Yuan Yu, who was tying Wine Gourd to his head. "He'll take a slap from me too. Trading injury for injury, who taught you that?"

Yuan Yu didn't even look up. "Senior Sword, he said my sword strikes are too lenient, so he always aims for vital points during sparring sessions."

"Does Chen Xin know your identity?"

"He knows I grew up in Spirit City, but he doesn't know anything else. He didn't ask, and I didn't make it up."

Qian Renxue nodded. Since the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was willing to do business with Tang San in Hidden Weapons and had Sword Douluo personally teach Yuan Yu how to use a sword, they wouldn't stand against Shrek in the short term.

Qian Renxue handed a set of competition information to Yuan Yu.

"The Continental Elite Tournament for Advanced Soul Master Academy is in three months. Blazing Fire, Heavenly Water, Divine Wind, Thunderclap, and Elephant Armor will all be participating. Since you're going to represent Shrek, don't lose too badly."

Yuan Yu turned to the first page. "Sister, are you sending intelligence to the enemy?"

"All of this information is publicly available."

"Then I was happy for nothing."

Qian Renxue kicked his shin. Yuan Yu was prepared, carrying his Wine Gourd as he ran out of the Training Ground, his laughter echoing up the stone steps.

Three months.

Shrek should really get serious about the Soul Master Tournament.