Lu Yang saw a genuine Sword Spirit for the first time, and it was nothing like the counterfeit spirit in the Green Peak Sword.

The Sword Spirit of Yue Chuan was undoubtedly of a high level, otherwise, Lu Yang would have been able to tell that something was odd.

Yue Chuan smiled, his face unable to conceal his pride, "When I first started cultivating, I was lucky enough to come across a sword with complete spirituality. By nurturing the sword with my heart, I gradually cultivated Ah Lan."

His Sword was named the Lanyan Sword, and the Sword Spirit named herself Ah Lan.

To deepen his bond with Ah Lan, he would cuddle and embrace her during the day, and at night, he would use sword-nourishing techniques to maintain her condition, making countless people jealous.

"Talking like nobody else has a Sword Spirit, Little Yang, bring out Immortal so they can feast their eyes!" Fairy Eternity couldn’t stand seeing Lu Yang be outdone.

The Great Bean Dynasty was vast and sparsely populated, and as a pillar of the nation and the future Bean Emperor, Little Yang couldn’t possibly be without a Sword that had a Spirit in it.

Fairy Eternity felt quite satisfied with her role as Empress, both acting as Little Yang’s second Nascent Soul and as a Sword Spirit to make a show, there probably wasn’t another Emperor in history who cared so much about their ministers.

"Don’t, don’t, don’t, Fairy, please keep nourishing your body and spirit in the Green Peak Sword." Lu Yang hurriedly stopped Fairy Eternity; if she showed up, it would be a disaster. If someone asked him how he communicated with his Sword Spirit, the whole ruse would be exposed.

Senior Sister Xiao Mi and others enthusiastically discussed Swordsmanship with Lu Yang, feeling as if they had found a kindred spirit. After hearing Lu Yang’s unique insights on Swordsmanship, they experienced a moment of enlightenment.

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.

"Let’s go, the Swordsmanship Meeting is about to start," said Xiao Mi, leading the group downstairs.

The venue for the Swordsmanship Meeting was set up next to the Sword Tower, a makeshift area close to the Sword Vault.

According to Mingtai, the Swordsmanship Meeting was structured like previous ones, divided into three stages: the Tower Master’s speech, the Sword Inquiries, where contestants are not judged by their Cultivation Level, but by their pure understanding of Swordsmanship, and the third stage involved going to the Sword Vault and resonating with the Spirit Swords.

Sword Cultivators who came to participate in the Swordsmanship Meeting were mostly aiming for the second stage, the Sword Inquiries, as it was an opportunity to prove their understanding of Swordsmanship to swordsmen all over the world and represented absolute honor.

Daoist Buyu once won first place in a Swordsmanship Meeting and then swiftly progressed, defeating the Tower Master of the Sword Tower and earning the title of the foremost practitioner of Swordsmanship.

𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Take my sword strike!"

"Kunlun Sword Technique!"

"Heaven and Earth Sword!"

"Peacock Display Sword Technique!"

Many Sword Cultivators took the opportunity of the brief period before the start of the Swordsmanship Meeting to exchange skills and spar in the venue.

Some displayed brilliant sword strikes that could rip through space, others exhibited Swordmanship like the spreading plumage of a peacock, embedding countless feints within their movements to hide the true strike, and there were even those like the octopus wielding eight swords, spinning around like a top, keeping everyone at bay.

Before, Lu Yang had only seen Sword Cultivators here and there and didn’t think much of it, but now that the Swordsmanship Meeting had officially begun, with swordsmen from all over converging here, he was truly impressed, feeling overwhelming Sword Intent wash over him.

Apart from exceptions like Daoist Buyu, most Sword Cultivators were aloof and reticent, largely because they devoted themselves entirely to their swords and didn’t share a common language with others.

Once at the Sword Tower, Sword Cultivators finally found like-minded individuals, gathering in small groups, most of whom had not known each other before, and after a brief conversation, they became friends.

This was another reason why the Swordsmanship Meeting garnered so much attention from Sword Cultivators.

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Every sword cultivator has their unique "intent," and when these "intents" gathered together, without any deliberate guidance, they formed a formidable Sword Intent that dispersed the clouds in the sky without using the slightest bit of mystical power, leaving the skies clear and bright overhead.

Lu Yang, looking up at the glaring sun above, thought to himself, at least leave me a patch of cloud. In my previous life, even the drill instructor would take pity on us during military training, making sure to stand us at attention in a shaded area.

If the occasion were not inappropriate, Lu Yang would have wanted to use One Sword Becomes Ten Thousand to create some shade.

The Tower Master of the Sword Tower was giving a speech from the highest location, but Lu Yang did not hear what was being said because Mingtai kept transmitting messages to him, introducing a few sword cultivators he needed to pay special attention to.

"That man, dressed in green, tall and slender, is a sword cultivator from the Demon Territory named Duan Changqing; he is a bamboo that gained sentience and carved a section of his body into a bamboo sword to use as a weapon."

It’s difficult for spiritual plants to gain sentience, but once they do, they possess talents favored by the heavens. The highest achievement among spiritual plants gaining sentience is the Time Immortal.

Even though she is now reincarnated as Li Haoran, she is still frequently on Su Yiren’s mind.

"That androgynous-looking individual is Qiu Kun from the Chaos Tribe; it is said he is highly valued by an ancient ancestor of the Chaos Tribe in the Transcendance Tribulation Stage and has already been confirmed as the next Clan Leader of the Chaos Tribe."

Lu Yang took another look at Qiu Kun; he had encountered geniuses from the Chaos Tribe while in the Creation Ancient Land of the Demon Territory. But at the time, he was too busy fighting and didn’t have the opportunity to note which tribe they were from.

This one named Qiu Kun was not the Chaos Tribe genius Lu Yang encountered at that time; he estimated that the other’s age and realm were both higher than his, but he was unsure by how much.

The Chaos Tribe’s gender is unfixed; they can change from male to female and often have an androgynous appearance, which makes people keep their distance respectfully.

When Qiu Kun felt Lu Yang’s gaze, he turned his head to look at Lu Yang at the same moment that Lu Yang quickly corrected his own gaze back to the front.

"Qiu Kun, what’s the matter?" asked a large black dog beside him.

This dog was a genius from the Celestial Dog Clan, with a sword in his mouth. During his youth, he practiced swordsmanship in his original shape, and though he could now take human form, he still preferred to wield a sword in his original form.

"I felt like someone was watching me, probably just my imagination."

"Maybe someone is guessing your gender again," the big black dog said with a strange laugh; it was common for demons in the Demon Territory to speculate about Qiu Kun’s gender.

Qiu Kun glanced at the big black dog, "Shut it, you’re drooling."

There’s a serious problem with holding a sword in the mouth—it tends to cause drooling.

"That one is Xuanxuan from the Black Tortoise Clan of the East Sea. The Black Tortoise Clan is known for its defense, but he has abandoned defense in favor of absolute dedication to the sword. It’s said that the shells of his clan members of the same age cannot withstand his sword."

Xuanxuan had dark skin, a burly figure, and carried a broad sword with the handle emblazoned with a small turtle, which he had drawn himself.

At the birthday banquet of the Old Dragon Emperor, Lu Yang had seen the Transcendance Tribulation Stage old Clan Leader of the Black Tortoise Clan but had not had the chance to meet the younger generation.

Seeing that the Tower Master of the Sword Tower was still speaking, Yun Mengmeng opened her oil paper umbrella and sneaked out two pieces of cake, quietly starting to eat them.