Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Xia Jin raised her head, looked at Leng Wushuang, and had a hint of helplessness on her lips.

Leng Wushuang smiled slightly, a sly smile that hinted at a successful scheme.

"What scheme? Tell me, which man wouldn't want to be the sect leader of my Glazed Sword Sect?"

Xia Jin's lips twitched, but she did not refute it.

Leng Wushuang continued, "Not only is my Glazed Sword Sect powerful, but all my disciples are female. Although they are all sword cultivators, their beauty is unparalleled! We have beauties of all kinds. If I become the sect leader, wouldn't it be easy to get the one I desire?"

Xia Jin did not deny her words.

The female disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect are indeed all exceptionally beautiful. Especially the true disciples, who are truly outstanding individuals with remarkable poise.

However, none of this interested him whatsoever. He had seen plenty of beautiful women!

"The way Sect Leader Leng puts it makes it seem like I, Xia Jin, have gotten a huge advantage."

Xia Jin was still somewhat displeased.

I have a feeling that I've been tricked.

From entering the Glazed Sword Sect, to being assigned to the Sword Pavilion, and now being thrust into the position of sect leader, everything seems to have been part of Leng Wushuang's calculations.

This feeling of being led by the nose made him very uncomfortable.

Xia Jin looked at Leng Wushuang and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"Sect Leader Leng, if I become the sect leader in the future and want to pursue you as my Daoist partner, you wouldn't refuse, would you?"

Xia Jin's words caused Leng Wushuang to pause in surprise.

Her eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn't expected Xia Jin to say such a thing. No man had ever dared to say anything like that to her before.

After a moment, she finally realized what was happening.

A dangerous aura emanated from her.

Leng Wushuang's eyes turned extremely hostile, as if he wished he could slap Xia Jin to death.

"Hmph!! Then we'll see what you're capable of."

Xia Jin was somewhat surprised by this answer, and took a step forward, smiling as she said to Leng Wushuang, "So that means that when the time comes, Sect Leader Leng won't refuse?"

"Okay, I've got it."

"The position of future sect leader will be entrusted to me."

"you!!"

Leng Wushuang almost choked to death on her breath.

Her chest heaved violently a few times, and a barely perceptible blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

She raised her hand.

That palm strike was aimed directly at Xia Jin's chest.

Although it wasn't a full-force attack, even a casual strike from a powerful expert at the Great Power Realm is something an ordinary cultivator could never withstand.

That kid, we have to teach him a lesson today!!

However, after striking out with that palm, Leng Wushuang regretted it somewhat.

Although she didn't use her full strength in this palm strike, she was still a powerful cultivator. Even if she made a casual move, an ordinary Dragon Transformation Realm expert would inevitably be injured if they dared to take her palm strike head-on.

What if I really hurt that kid...

In the blink of an eye, Leng Wushuang wanted to withdraw his power.

However, before she could retract her hand, a long, strong hand came straight at her.

"Snapped!"

Xia Jin neither dodged nor avoided, and steadily caught Leng Wushuang's hand with one hand.

He then took her snow-white hand in his, his fingers tightening slightly, the warmth emanating from his palm.

Leng Wushuang's mind suddenly went blank, and it took him several breaths to come back to his senses.

She looked down at her hand being held, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Although she held back her strength in that palm strike, how could this kid have taken it so easily?

Just how much strength is this guy hiding?

"Let go!!" A hint of shame and anger appeared on Leng Wushuang's face. She suddenly exerted force and broke free from Xia Jin's grasp.

"Hmph!" She snorted coldly, a hint of a sneer in her eyes as she looked at Xia Jin.

"It seems you're quite capable."

Xia Jin withdrew her hand, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

Leng Wushuang took a deep breath to calm herself, then spoke coldly:

"Since you are so capable, then next month you will replace Elder Sun and lead our Glazed Sword Sect disciples to the neighboring Ancient Void State to participate in the Sword Dao Exchange Conference."

"Huh!?" Xia Jin was taken aback. "What?"

Leng Wushuang glared at Xia Jin and explained irritably, "The Ancient Void State Sword Dao Exchange Conference is held once every ten years and is a very important exchange event between sword dao sects in the Mirage Cloud Realm. This year, it is the turn of the Taixu Sword Sect of Ancient Void State to be the host, and as a prominent sword dao sect in Fengyuan State, my Liuli Sword Sect naturally has to send someone to participate."

She paused, her gaze falling on Xia Jin, a hint of ill intent flashing in her eyes.

"Originally, we planned to have Elder Sun lead the team, but since you're so capable now, we'll leave this matter to you!"

"I...can't!!" Xia Jin opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

Leng Wushuang waved her hand, interrupting him: "It's settled then."

After saying that, she turned around and left the main hall, leaving Xia Jin standing there alone, holding the token in her hand, her expression extremely interesting.

"I've been tricked... If I had known it would be like this, I would never have agreed to stay in the Glazed Sword Sect in the first place!!"

Xia Jin let out a long sigh.

He looked down at the token in his hand, then at the empty hall, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly cold and aloof sect leader had secretly plotted against him.

but,

"Ancient Xuzhou, a swordsmanship exchange meeting?" Xia Jin narrowed her eyes, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"That sounds interesting."

"Furthermore, we might even trigger a new system quest there!!"