You call this the way of the sword?

Upon waking from meditation, I opened my eyes to see the golden-white spiritual light filling the cave.

All spiritual light is a sword, formed from the soul.

Yang Qingfeng sat cross-legged on the couch, with 10 sword masters lined up in front of him.

Behind the swordsman, 300 soul swords floated and moved.

Three hundred swords is not a lot. Compared to the terrifying scale of the strange phenomenon that reached the heavens and covered the earth, it is not even the tip of the iceberg. However, it already has the appearance of "spiritual swords forming a mountain".

The sword mountain remained still, yet its sharp edges gleamed, rising and falling with the sword shadows, like a mountain formed by a coiled sword dragon, stirring and breathing in its slumber, releasing an invisible, chilling power.

At this moment, the Sword Domain Legion also completed an advancement.

Over the course of two days, Yang Qingfeng continuously summoned 285 sword spirits.

Adding to the original 15 sword masters in the Sword Domain, we now have 10 fully equipped sword masters.

Thus, the 10 swordsmen, 10 spirit swords, and 165 sword spirits formed a legion capable of both melee and ranged combat.

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time.

The troop optimization was not optimal; for example, there are 15 empty slots in the Sword Domain.

It's worth mentioning that summoning a level 30 swordsman requires a full 3000 mana points, which is twice the cost of summoning a sword spirit.

"A cultivation cave... is extremely important."

Only after truly experiencing its benefits did Yang Qingfeng understand the empire's good intentions.

It may not be the most expensive or the rarest, but it is definitely the most useful.

As the light faded, all the swordsmen returned to the Sword Domain.

As Yang Qingfeng stepped out of the cave, he immediately heard a great commotion coming from afar.

The commotion was so great that it even seemed to shake the earth, which was particularly astonishing.

After quickly washing up, I changed into the robes of the National Church and followed the place indicated by Liu Changge to the front courtyard playground where the welcoming ceremony would be held.

Join thousands of newcomers, navigate through throngs of people, politely decline invitations from all sorts of unusual groups, and directly experience the lively atmosphere of welcoming new members at the opening ceremony.

Finally, they entered the library on the side of the playground, went to the top floor, and met Liu Changge.

"Junior Yang Qingfeng pays his respects to the two seniors."

Liu Changge, as always, wore a black shirt and stood on the terrace against the wind.

Behind him, Xia Zhu Ji Ying sat at the table brewing tea. She was young and beautiful, with a stunning appearance, but her every move exuded the aura of someone who had long held a high position, making people hesitant to have any romantic thoughts.

Upon seeing Yang Qingfeng in person, her hand holding the teapot paused slightly, and her dim eyes quietly brightened as she curiously examined him.

"How was the welcome party? Was it fun?"

Hearing Liu Changge's words, Yang Qingfeng was completely bewildered.

He was just passing by and hadn't gotten involved yet, right?

"good?"

Yang Qingfeng answered suspiciously, only to hear Liu Changge chuckle: "That's good, then this robe wasn't worn in vain."

The noise on the playground outside the terrace grew louder, but the real event was far from starting.

But judging from Liu Changge's tone, it seems to be over?

Yang Qingfeng raised an eyebrow, and roughly knew what was going on. He simply stepped forward, bowed to Ji Ying again, and took the teapot from her hand, focusing on pouring tea and serving water.

Ji Ying looked left and right curiously, and suddenly realized that the two seemed to have a strange tacit understanding.

Liu Changge waited in vain for further comment, then sighed in frustration, "You're really boring. I went to great lengths to ensure you wouldn't have any regrets during your childhood, making all the necessary arrangements to get you involved in this conference, and you didn't even offer a word of thanks?"

These words, once spoken, are the solid proof.

The so-called painstaking arrangement, which sounds like some kind of protection, is actually a premeditated scheme to play tricks on you. Nine times out of ten, they're digging a pit for you to fall into, and they expect you to be grateful.

If it weren't for the presence of other seniors, Yang Qingfeng would have interrupted him long ago.

Although I didn't interrupt, some things that come from the heart can't be hidden.

Ji Ying, who was standing next to him, noticed that Yang Qingfeng was glancing sideways at Liu Changge the whole time, with an expression that said, "I'm just listening to what nonsense you're going to spout," which was inexplicably funny.

Finally, Yang Qingfeng picked up the teacup and handed it to Liu Changge, saying, "Senior, you have gone to great lengths. I should thank you, but I came in a hurry and didn't bring any nice gifts. I'll just offer this tea to express my gratitude for your kindness."

"Hmm, that's more like it."

Liu Changge nodded in satisfaction, and then heard Yang Qingfeng say softly, "Senior, drink slowly, be careful not to burn your mouth."

Pfft... Ji Ying pinched her thigh without changing her expression, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Liu Changge paused for half a second, then smiled and said in a show of retreat, "This is getting interesting. This is how children should be. Being mischievous is good; innocence is innocent."

Yang Qingfeng was about to retort when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Ji Ying's face was turning red from holding back her anger. Helpless, he changed his words and asked, "Since you don't want me to participate in the welcome party, do you have other instructions?"

Liu Changge stopped joking and asked, "Every year when freshmen arrive, universities hold grand celebrations. Do you know why?"

Yang Qingfeng wasn't actually interested, but he patiently waited for the main topic to get started. "Please enlighten me, senior."

Liu Changge looked at the thousands of new recruits on the training ground and said unhurriedly, "Actually, it's not just us in Yuxia who are like this. The entire human race and even the whole world attach great importance to the training of newcomers, and even use them as a battlefield, using them as bargaining chips to target each other."

"The reason for this situation is that the war has never stopped, and there are huge casualties on the front lines every day. No matter what race, if there is no replenishment of fresh blood, it will wither and decline in a very short time."

The wars between the five ethnic groups have never ceased.

The reason they can live such a peaceful life and cultivate in peace is entirely because the military is fighting against the alien race on the front lines; it was bought with the lives of countless martyrs.

Yang Qingfeng understood, but he didn't understand why Liu Changge was saying these things.

Liu Changge wasn't in a hurry to explain. He continued, "When the form of war changes distorted during a prolonged stalemate and gradually becomes a strange stable state, the most terrifying thing is the emergence of variables that can break the stability."

"This variable can be huge; it might be a powerful figure breaking the rules and influencing the entire war. Or it could be very small, like a newcomer with immense potential who might end the war in the future."

"The war between the five tribes lasted for many years, not a thousand years, not ten thousand years, but spanned the entirety of history, so long that people could ignore the cruelty of the war and laugh it off."

"What do you think the end and being ended of such a war means?"

Yang Qingfeng listened very attentively and carefully, but when Liu Changge presented him with the question, he still couldn't answer it immediately.

The reason is simple: the problem is too big, and Liu Changge has dissected it too clearly.

Yang Qingfeng is just an ordinary person, a grassroots newcomer at level 20.

He could understand everything he was told, and he could comprehend the meaning of what he was saying, but he had never thought about these issues.

Now, if you suddenly ask him what his opinion is, he knows before he even opens his mouth that his words will be very one-sided.

Seeing that Yang Qingfeng was pondering and not speaking, Liu Changge did not urge him and waited patiently.

After a moment, Yang Qingfeng's brows relaxed, and he picked up the teapot again to pour tea for the two of them, saying, "If what you said is true, senior, that there are blood debts and generations of hatred between the various races, then this war can only be ended by our human race, and there is no option for it to be ended by other races."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ying immediately frowned.

Liu Changge, however, was delighted and said, "Tell me in detail."

Yang Qingfeng shook his head and said, "I have nothing to say. I am just an ordinary person, a grassroots cultivator at level 20. I only know that some hatreds cannot be let go. Even personal grudges are held, let alone national enemies and matters of righteousness."

"Therefore, there is only one way to end this war: to exterminate all other races."

Ji Ying frowned more and more deeply, and couldn't help but say, "You haven't even grown your hair yet, what are you talking about righteousness for?"