Every year, outer sect disciples continuously poured into the inner sect.
If one achieved nothing in the inner sect,
then one would be reassigned to the outer sect.
It could be said that even a small force like the Red Flame Sect
followed the survival law of the strong rising and the weak falling.
Outer sect disciples could be promoted to inner sect disciples.
If inner sect disciples performed poorly, they would also be demoted to the outer sect.
It was that cruel.
The worthy rose, the unworthy fell...
Su Qianyuan was somewhat worried.
She did not want to go to the outer sect.
Because she had once risen from the outer sect herself, she understood better than anyone how difficult life was for outer sect disciples.
Not only would their cultivation resources be reduced, but they also had plenty of menial chores to do every day.
After learning of Su Qianyuan's concerns,
Xu Zimo said,
"If you want to shine brilliantly in the inner sect competition, the Falling Petals Sword Art won't be enough."
"How about this? I'll teach you a sword technique."
"What sword technique?" Su Qianyuan asked curiously.
Xu Zimo smiled.
He replied, "Bend down and bring your head closer."
Su Qianyuan quickly leaned down.
Xu Zimo slowly extended his right hand and lightly tapped Su Qianyuan between the brows.
The next moment, boundless profound truths of the Great Dao flooded into Su Qianyuan's mind.
What Xu Zimo imparted to her was the Nameless Sword Art.
It was nameless because Xu Zimo could not be bothered to name it.
At his level,
any casual move or stance contained the truths of the Great Dao.
Ordinary cultivators could observe and comprehend them for an entire lifetime.
It could even be said that this was a height countless people