You call this the way of the sword?

The shockwave from the explosion whipped up a fierce wind that lashed Bai Xiaoxing's skull like a knife, tearing her long, black hair out by the roots and sending it billowing away into the distance.

The sudden coolness echoed the chill that welled up in my heart, instantly transforming into a feeling of fear and disbelief.

Seeing the blood raining down from the sky, Bai Xiaoxing realized that she had underestimated Yang Qingfeng.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered that the demon locust she had spent more than half a month to capture was also killed by Yang Qingfeng in the same way.

Previously, Bai Xiaoxing was only focused on escaping and didn't have time to think much, but now she suddenly realized the truth.

The Battlefield Locusts are born from ancient magical power. Not only are they numerous, but they can also devour everything in their path, making them one of the most terrifying monsters on the battlefield.

Not to mention that she can only seduce them again and again and capture them one by one, even if the army were to come, it would probably be impossible to completely eradicate them.

However, this guy simply waved his hand casually, and the swarm of locusts was wiped out.

What is this?

gap!!

Bai Xiaoxing stared at Yang Qingfeng in disbelief, muttering, "Who exactly are you?"

"My name is Yang Qingfeng, and I am a newly promoted member of the Yu Xia family."

Yang Qingfeng turned his head to look at Bai Xiaoxing, smiled and patted her smooth skull, "Do you like it? Our human race's fireworks."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Qingfeng was radiated with dazzling light.

The spiritual energy transformed from the dead locust surged forth, instantly enveloping him like a cocoon of light.

Yu Xia is newly promoted...

Bai Xiaoxing was completely stunned, her mind went blank.

In her eyes, Yang Qingfeng was bathed in spiritual energy, his smile was faint yet profound, and the dreamlike quality that came over him highlighted his youthful handsomeness and spiritedness, while at the same time he exuded a composure that did not match his age, forming a strong contrast that was chilling.

Feeling this contrast, Bai Xiaoxing was struck as if by a heavy blow, and suddenly even breathing became difficult.

He is a newcomer…

Even though I'm only a low-level max-level player, why do I feel so insignificant in front of him?

All the pride and arrogance I once felt seemed like a joke in front of the other person.

Just like an innocent child playing house, who is complacent because of a little talent, until they see the real strength, all that is left is shame and embarrassment.

Finally, the inspiration faded.

Yu Junjian began to fall, heading straight into the abyss crevice.

Bai Xiaoxing didn't make a fuss anymore. She just quietly watched Yang Qingfeng, letting the complex emotions in her heart continue to ferment.

Yang Qingfeng released his sword spirit to scout ahead, while simultaneously scanning the attribute panel.

Name: Yang Qingfeng

[Cultivation: Swordsmanship]

[Cultivation Period: 48 years and 134 days]

[Level: 20 (23%)]

Gaining 8 years of cultivation and 23% of experience in one go seems like a lot, but it's actually less than Yang Qingfeng estimated.

After advancing to Tier 2, Yang Qingfeng's [Eternal Spirit Dao Heart] has increased by 30 times.

The battlefield locusts were plentiful and plentiful, yet the entire army was wiped out, but the cultivators only gained 8 years of cultivation, which was truly strange.

Yang Qingfeng checked the kill log and found something unusual.

The Demon Locust evolved from ancient magic and is known as a demon monster, not a common wild monster.

It is more aggressive and more lethal, but it gives less experience and the same goes for cultivation level than wild monsters.

Yang Qingfeng roughly calculated that after the Yongling Dao Heart doubled the boost, about 9 Demon Locusts would increase their cultivation by 1 day, which would amount to about 26,000 in 8 years.

"It looks dense, but it's not actually that much, but it's enough. It's faster than farming jungle monsters."

As planned, Yang Qingfeng activated the Yin Void Spirit Sword Intent, casting a new sword aura upon himself. At the same time, he manipulated the Yu Jun Sword to accelerate its descent, following the sword soul towards the depths of the battle scars.

The deep underground abyss, the core area of ​​the war-torn ruins.

The place is filled with remnants of ancient magic, which manifest as corrosive air currents.

The entire underground area was eroded and corroded by these air currents, creating layers of space over the years.

As he continued to descend, Yang Qingfeng saw that each level of space was like a spider web, with drafts flowing from the inside out, indicating that it was deep and vast.

Upon reaching the 10th floor, the air currents began to collide and disintegrate, forming a complex turbulent flow. The corrosive damage gained an additional strangling force, causing its power to surge dramatically.

Bai Xiaoxing couldn't hold back any longer and said in a trembling voice, "You, you slow down... I'll die."

Bai Xiaoxing knew that her own life and death were actually unimportant, but she couldn't just stay silent and wait to die, could she?

Yang Qingfeng did not slow down, but instead focused intently on feeling the pressure transmitted back by the sword energy.

According to information previously gathered by the Sword Soul, starting from the 14th floor, the corrosive power underground will exceed 8500 points of base attributes.

Since Taoist cultivation level doesn't have a specific numerical value, it's impossible to make a detailed comparison with attribute damage.

Yang Qingfeng could only estimate that with 48 years of cultivation and 300% defensive power, it should theoretically far exceed the damage that 8500 attribute points could unleash. It was certain that he could withstand 14 layers, and he could probably easily withstand up to 17 layers.

However, these are all speculations based on known concepts, and the point that cannot be ignored is the ancient magic power.

As the name suggests, ancient magical power cannot be understood by common sense. At least its level is definitely above that of Pingchuan. However, after many years of dilution, its power has been weakened.

As for how weak it will become, and whether it will suddenly melt the sword energy, it's all uncertain.

Upon reaching the 13th floor, Yang Qingfeng finally stopped moving forward.

Just as Bai Xiaoxing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she saw that the sword spirit was covered in cracks, and realized that Yang Qingfeng had stopped not for her sake.

Looking back, I was quite popular in the city, with many suitors. My older sister doted on me and my aunt spoiled me. Who would have thought I would end up like this, hanging on a sword and reduced to a mere decoration?

If I don't say anything, this guy probably won't care whether I live or die.

Bai Xiaoxing said with difficulty, "Um, I can only go up to the 15th floor. I'll die if I go any lower."

"Know."

Yang Qingfeng gave a very indifferent reply, and Bai Xiaoxing immediately felt very wronged after hearing it.

She admitted that she was not as skilled as others and that her current situation was her own fault. There was nothing to say about the racial conflict between them, but even so, was it necessary to humiliate herself like this?

I'd rather be dead...

The thought had barely formed when my gaze began to move on its own.

Bai Xiaoxing watched Yang Qingfeng get further and further away from her before realizing that she had been taken off and placed in the arms of the sword spirit.

A surge of joy welled up within her; she no longer wished to die and quickly changed her question, "Do you still want to go down?"

"Well, since we're already here, we should at least go and take a look."

Using the soul vision of the sword spirit, Yang Qingfeng scanned the abyss beneath his feet back and forth, and indeed did not see any other soul fire.

However, the deathly darkness seemed even more profound, exuding a kind of invisible spiritual oppression.

Bai Xiaoxing said, "Why? Aren't you a newcomer? What does Zhanhen have to do with you?"

Yang Qingfeng wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the skull seemed to care about him.

That makes sense, though, since the other person's body is still in my hands.

"I'm looking for a kind of material, but I've asked around everywhere and no one has ever heard of it. It's probably in these battle scars, so I have to go and take a look."

Yang Qingfeng said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't die."

Having spent half a year roaming various battle scars and collecting numerous rare treasures, Bai Xiaoxing couldn't help but ask, "What kind of material is it? What's it called?"

"The Herb that Rejuvenates the Yin Life"

Yang Qingfeng withdrew his gaze and saw Bai Xiaoxing's soul flame flicker. "You know?"

Bai Xiaoxing suddenly said nervously, "I've heard of it, I'm looking for it too... If you find it, could you share one with me?"