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

With a crisp, clear sound, Yang Qing'er crashed heavily to the ground several dozen feet away, like a kite with a broken string.

When she finally managed to stand up, everyone gasped.

Yang Qing'er's face, which was originally covered in makeup, was now completely distorted. Her left cheek was swollen and bruised, and was a whole size larger than the other side.

Her hair was disheveled, her bun was askew, and she looked extremely disheveled.

Where was even a trace of that arrogant demeanor from before?

It looks exactly like a pig's head.

"Pfft! Hahaha!!" Li Piaoxu, who was originally worried about Xia Jin, couldn't help but burst into laughter. But she immediately covered her mouth.

The other disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect were also blushing, struggling to suppress their laughter.

Yang Qing'er stood there, trembling, and pointed a shaky hand at Xia Jin.

"You...you actually dared to do this!!!" Her voice had completely changed, becoming shrill and hoarse.

"Just you wait, I won't let you get away with this!!!" After uttering these harsh words, Yang Qing'er lowered her head and turned to run away.

The other disciples of the Hehuan Sword Sect stood there dumbfounded, their mouths agape, their eyes filled with a strange look as they stared at Xia Jin.

That's their senior sister, Yang Qing'er!

Although she is arrogant and domineering, her strength is definitely not weak; otherwise, the Hehuan Sword Sect would not have sent her to this sword exchange meeting.

"Who exactly is this person?" One of the disciples of the Hehuan Sword Sect looked at Xia Jin with a face full of apprehension.

"Alright, what are you all standing there for? Aren't you ashamed to stay here?!"

Someone shouted, and the disciples of the Hehuan Sword Sect seemed to come to their senses. Their faces turned pale, and they didn't care about saving face anymore. They hurriedly ran in the direction Yang Qing'er had left.

In the blink of an eye, it fell silent.

"Hahahaha!"

Once the Hehuan Sword Sect members had all retreated, the Liuli Sword Sect finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Senior Brother Xia, you're amazing!" Li Piaoxu finally stopped laughing, wiping away her tears. "That slap hurt Yang Qing'er so much!"

Zhao Lingyun covered her mouth and nodded. "You didn't see her face! It was swollen like a steamed bun, hahaha!"

"Hmph! Serves her right!" Mu Qingxue sneered. "Who told her to always bring up our Glazed Sword Sect? This time, she's really bitten off more than she can chew!"

"Alright, they're just clowns. Go inside and get some rest." Xia Jin waved to them. "Tomorrow's kendo exchange will depend on you. I won't be making a move."

His gaze swept across the faces of the group, a faint smile playing on his lips.

This wasn't just modesty.

With his current strength, he has one foot in the Great Power Realm. Even Gui Shu, the Lord of the Wrathful Soul Palace, died at his hands. If he were to participate in this kind of swordsmanship exchange meeting for the younger generation, what difference would it be from an adult beating a child?

It's really too much to say this out loud.

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingxue and the others all suppressed their smiles and nodded seriously at Xia Jin.

They all knew that with Xia Jin's strength, if she were to actually fight, the young disciples of sects like the Hehuan Sword Sect and the Taixu Sword Sect would probably not even be able to withstand a single move.

They won't be here to participate in the exchange meeting; they'll be here to cause trouble.

Moreover, they were also holding back a lot of energy.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Xia," Li Piaoxu gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, a flame burning in her eyes, "We will definitely not bring shame to the Glazed Sword Sect!"

The others nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with determination.

Xia Jin nodded slightly in approval as she looked at them.

Not bad.

As long as I don't have to do it myself, that would be best.

Xia Jin waved her hand, "Conserve your energy and do your best tomorrow."

The women responded and returned to their rooms.

The next morning, just as dawn broke, melodious bells rang out from inside the gates of the Taixu Sword Sect.

The Kendo exchange has officially begun.

As the footsteps of Mu Qingxue and the others gradually faded away, Xia Jin slowly got out of bed, quickly washed up, and went out.

In the early morning, the Taixu Sword Sect was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, resembling a fairyland.

Xia Jin left the courtyard without a destination, simply walking aimlessly along the steps towards the depths of the Taixu Sword Sect.

Along the way, disciples of the Taixu Sword Sect passed by him from time to time.

Xia Jin looked them over one by one, secretly sighing in her heart.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had already seen at least three young disciples at the Dragon Transformation Realm.

Although they are all only at the first level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, these people are all young disciples of the Taixu Sword Sect.

At the same age, the disciples in the Liuli Sword Sect couldn't even be counted on one hand to reach the Dragon Transformation Realm.

This is the gap.

In comparison, the Glazed Sword Sect is already facing a talent shortage.

If things continue like this, I'm afraid that within five hundred years, the Glazed Sword Sect's dominant position in Tianshui County will be handed over to others. No wonder Leng Wushuang insisted on making him the senior disciple of the Glazed Sword Sect.

Xia Jin shook her head and continued walking forward.

The higher you go, the fewer people you see.

Strangely, no one came out to stop him along the way, which suggests that what lay ahead was not some forbidden area of ​​the Taixu Sword Sect.

Xia Jin nodded inwardly, her impression of the Taixu Sword Sect improving even further.

Such composure demonstrates that this sect truly has the strength to back it up.

Not being afraid of others spying on you, not being afraid of others coveting you—that's the mindset of a true strong person.

After walking for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Xia Jin stopped in front of a pavilion.

At this moment, several figures were sitting together in the pavilion. Xia Jin's gaze sharpened slightly, and her pace quickened involuntarily.

Only after getting closer did he see the situation in the pavilion clearly.

A middle-aged man sat on a stone chair, dressed in a blue robe, his back ramrod straight. He sat there like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

Opposite him sat an elderly man with gray hair, who seemed somewhat languid, yet exuded an indescribable charm.

Like a sword hidden in its sheath, its sharpness is concealed, yet it commands respect.

On the stone table between the two men was a chessboard, and they were clearly playing a game of chess.

Xia Jin only glanced at it before she gasped.

Each chess piece on the board actually contains the sword intent of the player who wields it.

The black chess pieces, imbued with a sharp and domineering sword intent, are like a thousand troops charging into battle, invincible in their path.

The white chess piece embodies a profound and enduring sword intent, flowing like a never-ending river or sea.

The black and white pieces are intertwined and attack each other, as if two armies are fighting on the chessboard, with flashing swords and a murderous aura.

Xia Jin's eyes lit up.

This was the first time he had ever seen this method of placement.

This is not a game of chess.

This is a sword fight.

Every move is a clash of sword intent.

Each chess piece is a miniature flying sword.

Those with strong sword intent may not be able to capture the piece even if they are heavily surrounded. Those with weak sword intent, even if they occupy the best position, will be shattered by a single sword strike.

This kind of game tests not chess skills, but rather the mastery of swordsmanship.

"Interesting, really interesting!!" Xia Jin stood aside, not saying a word, just watching quietly, becoming more and more engrossed.

Time passed little by little.

at last,

"Smack."

The middle-aged man placed a black stone.

But just as the piece was placed, it suddenly made a crisp "crack" sound, and a crack appeared on its surface.

The middle-aged man's expression changed, then he gave a wry smile and put the chess piece back into the chess box.

"I lost." His voice carried a hint of resentment.

The old man stroked his beard, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

Xia Jin only slowly came to her senses at this moment.

His gaze unconsciously fell on his feet, and he noticed that several thin cracks had appeared where he was standing.

That was caused by the sword intent that accidentally escaped during their battle.

"Young friend." A hoarse but powerful voice suddenly rang out.

Xia Jin looked up and found the old man smiling at him, his cloudy old eyes flashing with a light as sharp as a sword.

"After watching for so long, have you gained any insights?"

Xia Jin was slightly taken aback, then clasped his hands in a salute: "Junior Xia Jin, disciple of the Glazed Sword Sect. I apologize for disturbing you, senior."

"The Glazed Sword Sect?" The old man raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "That girl Leng Wushuang's sect?"

Xia Jin's lips twitched.

Leng Wushuang, that girl?

This person seems to be of considerable seniority.

"That's right." Xia Jin nodded.

The old man looked Xia Jin up and down, a hint of surprise in his eyes: "I remember that the Glazed Sword Sect has never accepted male disciples. It's rare that Leng Wushuang would make an exception for you. It seems you must be quite extraordinary as well."

The middle-aged man who had just lost the chess game looked up and sized Xia Jin up and down, his brows furrowing slightly. "Judging from this aura, he's at least at the third level of the Dragon Transformation Realm. No wonder Sect Master Leng took a liking to him. But, kid, why aren't you participating in the Sword Dao Exchange Meeting? What are you doing wandering around here?"

Xia Jin smiled and shook her head: "You two may not know, but I am only accompanying my fellow disciples from the sect and will not be participating."

"What? Do you look down on the exchange meeting hosted by my Taixu Sword Sect?" The middle-aged man was somewhat dissatisfied after hearing Xia Jin's words.

However, Xia Jin made no attempt to explain.

He actually nodded right in front of the other person.

"Hmm! The younger generation participating in this kendo exchange are not particularly strong. If I were to participate in this kind of exchange, it would just be a waste of my time."

These words immediately chilled the atmosphere in the pavilion.

The middle-aged man's face darkened, and a sharp sword intent erupted from his body, but he quickly withdrew it.

"Young man, since you look down on them, why not have a game with this old man?" The old man looked at the confident Xia Jin and suddenly laughed.

Xia Jin raised her head and met the old man's gaze.

Their gazes met in mid-air, as if two invisible swords had clashed.

A moment later, Xia Jin also smiled.

"certainly."