Swordsman Advancement Ritual: Blade of the Will! (Please vote!)

"By urgent decree, let it be done."

The clear voice issuing the command pierced the Ghost Mist, thick as ink.

At the very front of the left flank, Lin Xuanshu's Daoist Robe snapped in the wind. Without a wasted gesture, he swept the withered yellow talisman between his fingers across the spine of his Dharma Sword.

Boom!

His sword called down heavenly thunder.

Silver-white serpents of lightning surged from the void. Following his blade's point, they became an impenetrable net that slammed into the Ghost Clan army rushing toward him like a tide.

Thunder Arts were staunchly yang by nature, the bane of all things yin and evil. The First- and Second-Realm Ghost Creatures, claws bared and fangs gnashing, had no time even to scream before the blinding lightning charred them black and scattered them into ash.

Lin Xuanshu never paused. Before the lightning faded, he plunged into the enemy ranks. His Swordsmanship was light and graceful, yet carried irresistible heavenly might. Every turn of his blade took a Ghost Creature's head.

Slaying the Ghost Clan came as easily as reaching into a bag for an object.

Lin Xuanshu was not showing off. To a Maoshan Daoist, catching ghosts, subduing demons, and vanquishing evil were instincts etched into the bone—daily lessons through which they cultivated their Dao Hearts and affirmed the Great Dao.

Daoist Xuan Shu's abilities really are almost too well-rounded.

Following behind, Li Xiang watched Lin Xuanshu cut a path through the ghost horde and marveled inwardly.

He had Thunder Arts and Swordsmanship alike, excelling at both ranged attacks and close combat with almost no weakness. Even his footwork concealed the bewildering effects of Feng Shui and esoteric arts.

But Li Xiang's admiration did not slow his hands.

He sprang forward like a tiger that had lain in