Cangwu Spirit Liquid

For the remaining month, Ye An poured all his energy into the Black Tortoise Sea-Suppressing Art.

True Essence coursed through his meridians again and again. The Qi Vortex in his dantian grew ever denser, just one final threshold away from becoming a "sea."

The Four Symbols Sect's main hall.

Zhao Xuanji sat at the head, with the four hall masters and several influential elders seated on either side.

The atmosphere in the hall was heavier than usual.

"By my reckoning, the Four Sects Tournament falls this year." Zhao Xuanji cut straight to the point, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"What are your thoughts on this year's tournament?"

The hall fell silent for a moment.

In previous years, the Four Symbols Sect had always taken first place. This year, though, something had changed.

Was it because the Four Halls' Chief Disciples weren't strong enough? Not at all.

It was because the Hanging Sword Sect had produced a peerless genius the likes of which appeared only once in a century.

One elder steeled himself and voiced everyone's concern.

"Sect Master, I don't mean to cut down our own prestige and bolster theirs... It's just that the Hanging Sword Sect..."

Zhao Xuanji did not interrupt. He motioned for the elder to continue.

"Chu Fengxing. He was born with the Nine Heavens Sword Physique. The founder of the Hanging Sword Sect had the same physique!"

"The sword art their founder used was the Nine Heavens Cloud-Rising Sword Art. But it was so profound that the Hanging Sword Sect's Qi Condensation disciples could only choose the Soaring Sword Art."

"Chu Fengxing was no exception at first."

"But the first time he set foot on Buried Sword Peak, every unclaimed sword on the mountain resonated with him. He even stirred the sword intent left behind