Heavenly Sect Dynasty, Tianyan Province Shui County Jian Hou Mansion.

"Meng'er, your sword strike could be even faster and sharper."

"Much better, that sword is good now."

Dressed in a pure white robe, Jue Jian Meng'er practiced a sword technique in the courtyard, her sword speed was extremely fast. Pointing her out was a black-haired old man beside her... Sword No Match.

According to their age, the two should be around fifteen or sixteen years old. Yet Jian Wushuang was able to point out the shortcomings in Jian Meng'er's swordplay with incredible precision.

After a sword technique was practiced, Jian Meng'er sheathed her sword and stood tall, smiling as she walked towards Jian Wushuang.

"Master Wushuang, what do you think of my swordplay?" Jian Meng'er asked.

"The Extreme Sword emphasizes speed above all else. To fully master this sword style within forty breaths is considered great, and you just completed the entire routine in thirty-eight breaths, which is very good." Jian Wushuang said.

"This is all thanks to the guidance of Big Brother Wushuang. Otherwise, there's no way I could have mastered this sword technique in just two months." Jian Meng'er said.

Despite its sharpness, the sword shook its head silently.

He knew that while his teachings were good, the bigger reason was Jian Meng'er's own immense talent in swordsmanship. In Jianhoufu, which specialized in swordsmanship, her talent for swordsmanship was probably second only to his.

"Peerless Brother, if you were to wield this ultimate sword, would you be able to fully execute it within several breaths of time? Could you do it within thirty breaths?" Jian Meng'er suddenly asked.

"Thirty breaths?" Jian Wushuang smiled faintly, but didn't speak.

The ultimate sword, forty breaths to practice fully, then it's considered mastered. Yet, he, at his full potential, could complete the entire ultimate sword form in just twenty-three breaths!

This level has already reached the pinnacle!

"With your unparalleled talent, Brother Jian Wushuang, on the sword, it wouldn't take thirty breaths of time. It's a pity..." Jian Meng'er looked at Jian Wushuang's eyes with some strangeness.

Jian Wu Shuang of course knew what he was talking about, and couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, it's almost time, soon I will be a martial artist."

"Almost there?" Jian Meng'er didn't really believe him, after all, he had said that four years ago.

<< Jian Wu Shuang is a direct descendant of the Jian Houfu. His father was once the master of the Jian Ge and the acknowledged strongest person in Jian Houfu. He grew up under his father's guidance. >>

As the son of such a prominent figure, he was destined to be exceptionally distinguished from birth. Within the Jianhou Manor, he was undoubtedly one of the most highly regarded individuals among the younger generation of disciples. However, all of this changed four years ago, when he was twelve years old, a devastating event occurred.

That year, his father went on a journey and never returned, vanishing without a trace.

Furthermore, misfortune did not come alone. That year was also the crucial stage when he began to refine his spiritual energy and advance towards becoming a martial artist. However, during his attempts to condense spiritual energy, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't condense even a single bit of spiritual power.

To be unable to condense one's spiritual energy is a nightmare for any martial artist.

"Know this, the martial arts path... Absorbs celestial and earthly spiritual energy, refining it into one's own spiritual power, that is how a martial artist becomes."

A warrior's foundation lies in their spiritual energy. Someone who cannot condense spiritual energy is destined to never become a true warrior. Such individuals, in the Sword Marquis Estate where strength is paramount, are considered worthless trash.

For the past four years, Jian Wushuang has never truly given up. He has been working hard all the time, always striving to be a genuine warrior. Even one day, he could inherit his father's position and regain control of Jian Ge. However, reality is very cruel.

However, although Jian Wushuang was unable to condense spiritual energy, his talent on the sword was astonishing.

He started practicing swordsmanship with his father from a young age. Due to his father's position as the master of the Jian Ge Pavilion, coupled with his extraordinary talent for swordsmanship, he could remember and quickly master any sword technique after just one lesson. So despite his young age, in terms of swordsmanship alone, few people in the entire Jian Hou Mansion could compare to him.

But even if one has a high talent for swordsmanship and wields a powerful blade, without the flow of spiritual energy, what use is it?

"This time it's really going to happen." Jian Wu Shuang said confidently.

"Alright." Jian Meng'er smiled, not taking it seriously.

"Meng'er, Wu-shuang," a middle-aged man walked in from outside the courtyard. This middle-aged man looked very kind.

"Father," Jian Meng'er called out.

"Lord Jian," Jian Wushuang also spoke out.

This middle-aged man is Jian Meng'er's father, the grand elder of the Wutang lineage of Jian Houfu.

"You worked hard today, teaching all that swordsmanship," Jian Ran smiled and said.

"No hitting." Jian Wushuang shook his head. "Master Lan, it's getting late, I should go back now."

"Good." Jian Ran and Jian Meng'er watched Jian Wushuang leave.

But when Jian Wu Shuang disappeared from their sight, the gentleness in Jian Ran's eyes seemed to recede.

"Dreamer, how are you?" Jian Lan asked, his voice low.

"Supreme Sword, I have mastered it to the fullest." Jian Meng'er's expression turned solemn.

"Great!" Jian Lan clasped his hands together, a look of ecstasy on his face. "It's been almost four years. You’ve spent every day with this boy, letting him teach you swordplay. All those four years of hardship have finally paid off!"

"Jian Ge's eighteen first-class sword techniques, you have mastered them all. Now, it's time to put our plan into action!"

"Father, are you sure this is what we should do?" Jian Meng'er raised an eyebrow, but her eyes remained cold and unyielding. There was no mercy in them.

"Great matters are not hampered by minor details." Jian Lan's eyes turned cold. "Everything depends on tomorrow!"

……

Jian Wu returned to his courtyard and ate a simple meal before sitting cross-legged on his bed.

"I told Meng'er today that we will soon be able to provide a genuine martial artist... but she didn't believe it?" Jian Wushuang smiled, but his right hand involuntarily moved toward his own lower abdomen.

Inside his abdomen, lay a fist-sized gray stone. This stone had been with Jian Wushuang since birth, its origins a mystery.

Yet this gray stone bead is the culprit behind the unrivaled swordsmith's inability to forge a peerless blade.

Everybody else knew that Jian Wushuang was a natural waste, someone who couldn't even gather a speck of spiritual energy. But in reality, only he knew the truth. He wasn't unable to gather spiritual energy; on the contrary, all one hundred and eight meridians in his body were already completely opened up. Gathering spiritual energy was incredibly easy for him.

With each cultivation session, the spiritual energy he absorbed from heaven and earth would have had no chance to condense and transform into his own spiritual power. Instead, it was devoured by the gray stone bead in his abdomen.

That is to say, every time he cultivated, the heaven and earth spiritual energy absorbed from the outside world went into this gray stone bead's food, and as the gray stone bead devoured it, Jian Wushuang also discovered that this gray stone bead was not limitless, but rather like a container.

For the past four years, he has diligently practiced every day, persistently absorbing the spiritual energy from heaven and earth. His goal is to nourish the Gray Stone Bead thoroughly as soon as possible. As long as it's fully nourished, the Gray Stone Bead will no longer devour the spiritual energy he absorbs from the outside world. Then, he will naturally be able to condense his spiritual energy and become a martial artist.

But yesterday he discovered that the gray stone bead had reached saturation. It only needed one more day of cultivation, which was today, and the gray stone bead would reach its true limit, and he would also condense his spiritual energy again!

"Let's begin." Jian Wushuang eagerly anticipated it and immediately started his daily cultivation.

As he expected, the gray stone bead was still absorbing the spiritual energy from the outside world. However, as it absorbed more and more, the gray stone bead finally reached its limit of capacity.

Hmmm...

The gray stone bead began to spin abruptly, its speed increasing with every rotation. As it spun, the accumulation on the bead seemed to shrink at a visible rate.

In just a short moment, the gray stone bead that had always been on Jian Wushuang's possession vanished completely.

"It's gone, this bead, it vanished?" A flash of ecstasy crossed Jian Wushuang's eyes, but the next moment Jian Wushuang's eyes widened abruptly.

A vast expanse of information suddenly flooded his mind without warning.

"Great Heaven Creation Scripture!"

"Creating heaven and earth, building the supreme divine skill!"

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