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Inside the Dark Iron Hall of the Nine Yuan Sword Sect.

After opening the sword letter with a pilgrimage-like reverence, Ye Qingxuan, a sword cultivator genius of the Nine Yuan Sword Sect, paid no attention to the writing on it. Instead, he closed his eyes and carefully comprehended the Sword Intent lingering upon it.

Although he was a sword cultivator genius whose Sword Intent was far stronger than his cultivation realm, it was still certainly inferior to the Sword Intent of Divine Venerable Taigeng's avatar.

Thus, coming into contact with and comprehending the Sword Intent of such a senior expert was greatly beneficial to his sword cultivation.

And he truly was a sword cultivator genius. The Sword Intent left on a single sword letter seemed to give him some insight. Ignoring the fact that Zhou Chun, an outsider, was present, he immediately used his finger as a sword and began practicing a set of sword techniques.

The sword techniques were very ordinary, the kind that every introductory disciple of the Nine Yuan Sword Sect could cultivate. They were merely used for laying a foundation.

Yet techniques like these were even more suitable for top sword cultivators to use when verifying their own Sword Intent.

After all, only by wielding ordinary sword techniques with astonishing power, as though they were a great divine ability, could a top sword cultivator demonstrate the might of their own Sword Intent.

Ye Qingxuan's finger moved as silver sword radiance flickered and flowed from its tip.

After who knew how long, he suddenly thrust one finger toward the stone platform beneath him.

In an instant, the Profound Ying Iron Mother stone platform, harder even than Thousand-Year Profound Iron, was pierced by his finger, leaving behind a sword hole several feet deep!

Even Zhou Chun's eyelids twitched