The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

Mentor Xuanwei stood with his hands behind his back, his expression still indifferent.

He raised his right hand slightly and tapped the air with his fingertips.

The two halves of the mountain seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, drawing a graceful arc in the air and slowly flying back.

Eventually the two merged into one and disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

"good."

Master Xuanwei's voice was deep and powerful, with a hint of admiration, "Between life and death, you have stimulated your potential and comprehended the sword's will. You are indeed a gifted person."

Meng Wan struggled to stand up and bowed respectfully to Master Xuan Wei, "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

"Swordsmanship is not a single move or style, but a spirit and a will. You must remember that the sword is your weapon, but it is also an extension of your will. What you think in your heart is where the sword will go."

Mentor Xuanwei spoke slowly, with a hint of mystery in his voice.

"Although your sword strike just now was powerful, it relied too much on brute force and lacked spirituality. The true sword spirit is to overcome hardness with softness, to defeat strength with weakness, and to control the sword with the heart."

As Master Xuanwei spoke, he waved his right hand and a white jade bottle flew towards Meng Wan.

"This pill can help you recover."

Master Xuanwei said calmly, "Go down and have a good rest, and carefully experience the sword strike you just made."

Meng Wan took the jade bottle and bowed to Master Xuanwei again, "Disciple will remember Master's teachings."

The students around were all very envious when they saw this scene.

It is a great opportunity to receive personal guidance from Master Xuanwei!
Meng Wan walked to the side, sat cross-legged, opened the jade bottle, poured out a pill and swallowed it.

The pill melted in my mouth, and a cool breath instantly flowed through my body, sweeping away all the fatigue.

She closed her eyes and carefully felt the impact of the knife.

The oppressive feeling brought by the huge mountain, the feeling of the sword breaking through the air, and the fear and choice between life and death... all appeared clearly in my mind.

After the course ended, the students dispersed.

Xu Tianming walked up to Meng Wan, looked at her, and asked with a little anticipation.

"Meng Wan, how have you thought about forming a team? You are the only one missing from our elite team."

Before Meng Wan could speak, several other people gathered around and made invitations in a flurry of conversation.

"Meng Wan, do you want to join our team? Our captain is a tough and strong physical cultivator!"

"Come to our place, we have a formation master in our team, and we guarantee your safety!"

Faced with everyone's enthusiastic invitation, Meng Wan knew that delaying was not a solution, so she bowed and thanked them for their kindness.

"Thank you for your support, but I don't plan to join any team for the time being."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the crowd.

"Not joining the team? Do you want to fight Teacher Qingyi alone?"

A shrill voice with a hint of sarcasm said, "Don't think you are superior just because you learned a sword technique. Master Qingyi is a great master in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm!"

"That's right. Challenging the mentor alone is simply a pipe dream!"

Some people also advised: "Meng Wan, don't be impulsive. Teacher Qingyi's class is not a joke. It's safer to find a team."

Xu Tianming expressed his admiration for Meng Wan's courage, "As expected, you are the one who can take on three moves from Master Qingyi. I admire your courage!"

Faced with various voices, Meng Wan remained calm and her eyes were firm.

"Thank you for your concern. I have made my decision."

Seeing that persuasion was futile, the crowd gave up and dispersed in twos and threes.

After everyone left, Meng Wan sat cross-legged, recalling the brief confrontation with Master Xuanwei in the martial arts arena.

The first move of Tiancan Sword Technique, Kaishan, is about placing oneself under extreme pressure and stimulating one's potential, so that one can unleash earth-shaking power.

When she fought with Master Xuanwei before, the pressure of life and death made her feel the true meaning of swordsmanship. But now, when she wanted to experience that feeling again, she felt vaguely uncertain.

"We must find a strong sparring partner."

Meng Wan muttered to herself, she stood up and walked out of the secret room, heading straight to the management office of the performance ground.

The person in charge of the performance field was a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, who was flipping through an ancient book out of boredom.

Seeing Meng Wan coming, he raised his eyelids lazily, "What's the matter?"

"Brother, I would like to rent a separate performance venue and hire an early Nascent Soul sparring partner. I will use it for an hour first."

Meng Wan went straight to the point and handed over a bag of spirit stones.

The man looked Meng Wan up and down, took the spirit stone, weighed it, and a smile appeared on his face.

"A sparring partner for the early stage of Yuanying? No problem! Wait a moment."

After saying this, he began to transmit his voice through hand gestures.

Not long after, a burly cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage walked in and followed Meng Wan into a separate performance hall.

Inside the execution ground, Meng Wan held the dagger "Youming" in her hand and concentrated her mind and calmed her spirit.

The Nascent Soul cultivator opposite her followed her request and transformed into a towering mountain, which slowly pressed towards her.

However, the oppressive feeling brought by this mountain is far less than that brought by Master Xuanwei.

Meng Wan swung the dagger and slashed. The blade flashed sharply, but only left marks of varying depths on the mountain.

"Come again!"

Meng Wan frowned and asked the Nascent Soul cultivator to increase the pressure.

I tried again and again, but I still couldn't find that extreme pressure on the brink of life and death.

"No, this feeling of oppression is not enough."

After a little thought, Meng Wan found the person in charge again.

"Brother, I need a sparring partner who is in the late Nascent Soul stage."

The person in charge almost spit out a mouthful of spiritual tea and stared at Meng Wan with wide eyes.

"Late Nascent Soul stage? Junior sister, are you kidding me? You are only at the first level of Golden Core. If you fight against a cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage, you will be seriously injured or even die if you are not careful!"

Meng Wan looked calm as she took out two bags of spirit stones and placed them on the table. "I have thought it through. Please help me arrange it, brother."

The person in charge looked at the two bulging bags of spirit stones, and the balance in his heart began to tilt.

He sighed and advised, "Junior sister, the realm gap is too big, it is too dangerous. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure. Any consequences will have nothing to do with you, brother."

Meng Wan's answer was concise and powerful.

The person in charge had no choice but to use hand gestures to transmit the message again.

Not long after, a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, dressed in black and with a stern face, walked in.

He exuded a fierce aura that was intimidating.

Stepping into the ritual field again, the late Nascent Soul cultivator casually summoned a mountain, which made Meng Wan feel short of breath.

This feeling of oppression was several times stronger than that of the previous Nascent Soul cultivator, but it was still not comparable to the pressure from Master Xuanwei.

Meng Wan gritted her teeth, trying hard not to fall down, and began practicing under the pressure.

She swung the knife again and again, recalling the feeling of being on the verge of life and death, constantly trying to figure out the meaning of the knife, but still couldn't get it right.

An hour later, Meng Wan found the person in charge again.

"Brother, who is the strongest sparring partner in this performance?" (End of this chapter)