I forge immortality with a pagoda.

Flying on a sword is not the ordinary act of flying by moving objects, but the true transformation of the body into a sword, using the sword as a rainbow to escape into the sky!

Such methods are far superior to simply using flying talismans, and can only be used by those whose swordsmanship has reached a certain level.

Shen Yu snapped out of his daze and looked intently at the person in front of him.

This was a middle-aged male cultivator who was unkempt, with his hair and beard disheveled and his face thin. Only his eyes were surprisingly bright, full of spirit, and sharp as swords.

He was not wearing the standard purple robe of the Lu Jing Sect, but a simple blue robe. He exuded a sharp and unparalleled aura from the inside out, revealing his full potential.

Facing this person, Shen Yu felt as if he were standing in front of a peerless, deadly sword that had been drawn from its sheath, and his skin even felt a faint stinging sensation.

He dared not be negligent and quickly stepped forward, bowing respectfully and saying, "Senior, I am Shen Yu, a newly initiated disciple. I am new to this place and did not know that you were cultivating here. I have inadvertently disturbed you, and I hope you will forgive me."

The monk in blue raised an eyebrow, gave an intrigued "Oh," and said, "A newcomer?"

He looked at Shen Yu with a meaningful gaze, and walked around him twice without any politeness, as if he wanted to see through him inside and out.

He commented, "Hmm, his cultivation foundation is quite solid, and his true qi is also quite refined. He has some of my former prowess."

"You flatter me, senior. I am unworthy of such praise."

"What 'praise'?!" The blue-robed cultivator waved his hand impatiently. "Since I said your cultivation is not bad, just accept it openly. This coyness is not the style of the demonic path!"

Shen Yu's expression froze, speechless for a moment after being choked by these words, and could only give an awkward smile.

"Young man, do you know how to use a sword?"

The cultivator in blue robes changed the subject and asked directly.

"Replying to senior, I do know how to use a sword, but my skill is rudimentary and ordinary, and I'm afraid it won't meet your standards."

Shen Yu answered cautiously.

Upon hearing this, Yue Jianxin grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said with considerable interest, "In that case, why don't you spar with me for a few moves!"

Shen Yu pointed to herself, looking surprised. "Me?"

"That's right, it's you! What, you have a problem with that? Or do you think I'm not qualified to give you a few pointers?"

Yue Jianxin's eyes widened, and a sense of oppression swept over him.

"This junior wouldn't dare," Shen Yu quickly replied. "It's just that your cultivation is profound, you're probably already a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator. How could this junior, with my meager cultivation, possibly contend with you? How could I possibly be your match?"

"It's alright, it's alright!" Yue Jianxin waved his hand dismissively. "We're only talking about swordsmanship now, not cultivation level! When I spar with you, I'll naturally suppress my cultivation level to the Qi Refining stage. Don't worry about me suppressing you with my cultivation level."

Shen Yu wanted to find another reason to decline, but Yue Jianxin interrupted impatiently: "Stop making excuses."

"If you still refuse, then you are disrespecting me, and I will have to have a serious talk with you about how you disturbed my peace and quiet."

Having said that, Shen Yu knew he could no longer refuse, so he steeled himself, cupped his hands, and said, "Since that's the case, this junior will respectfully accept your offer and humbly request your guidance, senior."

Upon hearing Shen Yu finally agree, Yue Jianxin burst into a hearty laugh, then immediately formed a sword with his fingers and casually pointed it at Shen Yu's face.

"laugh--!"

A perfectly condensed white sword mark shot out from his fingertip, its sharp, piercing sound cutting through the air, directly striking Shen Yu.

Shen Yu was shocked. This person could generate such fierce sword energy with his bare hands, without needing to use the talisman sword at all.

He dared not delay and quickly drew out a mid-grade talisman weapon, the Azure Gold Sword. With a flash of sword light, he slashed head-on at the sword energy.

In his opinion, even if the opponent's swordsmanship was superb, it would be impossible for him to directly confront his mid-grade talisman sword with invisible sword energy.

However, just as the white sword energy was about to collide with the Zhanjin sword, it suddenly trembled, drawing a strange arc that bypassed the Zhanjin sword's interception and still pierced straight towards Shen Yu's face.

Shen Yu was horrified and hurriedly activated his divine sense. The Zhanjin Sword drew a semicircle in mid-air and swept back, finally managing to shatter the tricky sword energy at the last minute.

He barely managed to withstand the first move, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Seeing this, Yue Jianxin sneered, "With your stiff sword-wielding technique, you dare to say you know how to use a sword? You're simply wasting this sword! Take this!"

Before he finished speaking, Yue Jianxin spread his five fingers wide, and five more condensed sword energies, like fierce snakes emerging from their holes, attacked Shen Yu's major acupoints.

Shen Yu felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and dared not rely on a single sword to fight back. He hurriedly summoned five low-grade talisman swords to defend against the enemy together.

With all six swords unleashed, their sword light intertwined into a net, attempting to intercept the sword energy.

Yue Jianxin raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised: "Oh, you've prepared quite a few swords. Unfortunately, quantity is useless!"

With a slight thought, the five sword energies that had been unleashed suddenly changed, contracting and stretching in mid-air, becoming as thin as a spider's thread, almost transparent, and barely perceptible.

These delicate sword threads were incredibly agile, constantly floating and weaving in the air. Shen Yu's several talisman swords immediately lost their target and were thrown into chaos.

A faint hissing sound rang out, and clear cracks instantly appeared on the blades of several low-grade talisman swords.

"Swordsmanship turned into silk threads! This person's swordsmanship is terrifying."

Shen Yu was greatly shocked, never expecting that such a sword genius was hidden beneath Lanxiu Peak.

He reacted hastily, frantically recalling his damaged talisman sword, and had to use defensive techniques like the Flowing Iron Shield to barely block Yue Jianxin's casual attack.

Judging purely from the perspective of swordsmanship, he has already suffered a complete defeat, and the defeat was without any doubt.

Yue Jianxin didn't care that Shen Yu had used other methods. Instead, his interest grew even stronger, and he continued to "instruct" Shen Yu with various exquisite and sharp sword moves.

Over the next few days, Shen Yu endured a period of intense training under the tutelage of this sword-obsessed senior.

Several days later, one morning, Yue Jianxin seemed to have finally given up his playful mood and stopped what he was doing.

He said, "Kid, your swordsmanship is terrible and you're as clumsy as an ox, but you have quite a few miscellaneous ways to save your life, and your reaction time is pretty fast."

"Yes, I'm very interested in you."

At this moment, Shen Yu was already slumped on the ground, panting heavily.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile, "Thank you... thank you for your kind words, Senior Yue."

"Which cave do you live in? It's rare to find such a resilient junior. Let's fight another day."

Yue Jianxin asked with great interest.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yu's heart sank, and he felt a great headache coming on.

These past few days, sparring with Yue Jianxin has felt like walking a tightrope over a bottomless abyss, keeping me on edge.

Manipulating the talisman sword for days on end has also greatly depleted his true qi.

His physical body was constantly subjected to the impact of the sword energy. Although he was not seriously injured, the pain of the sword energy eroding his bones was unbearable.

Shen Yu had used almost all his skills, employing all his Taoist techniques and talismans except for a few real trump cards.

If he continued training like this for a few more days, he suspected that his body would really fall apart.

However, he also knew that Yue Jianxin had an eccentric temper, and if he did not do as Yue Jianxin pleased, he would probably suffer a lot.

So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Reporting to Senior Yue, this junior is temporarily staying at No. 16, Jiazi Courtyard at the foot of the mountain."

"The Sixteenth Courtyard? That's right, so we're neighbors! Haha, brilliant!"

Yue Jianxin clapped his hands and laughed, "I've had a very enjoyable time. I find you rather pleasing to the eye, lad. Keep this safe and study it carefully!"

As he spoke, he casually tossed something over.

Shen Yu quickly caught it; in his hand was an old book with yellowed paper.

A quick glance revealed that it contained not any profound sword techniques, but rather some anecdotes and discussions about the way of the sword.

This includes the subtle techniques of controlling swords with Qi, the characteristics of several mainstream sword styles in the current cultivation world, and the life stories of some well-known sword geniuses in the Eastern Spirit Continent.

"Take a good look at your swordsmanship and hone it."

"If you come back this clumsy next time, I'll make sure you suffer even more!"

Yue Jianxin pursed his lips, his tone carrying disdain yet also a hint of anticipation.

Without waiting for Shen Yu's response, he transformed into a sword rainbow and soared into the sky.

In an instant, it disappeared into the clouds and mist of Lanxiu Peak.

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