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

After Jiang Ling left, Xia Jin also began to think about her future development direction.

He wasn't in a hurry to build his own power in the Mirage Realm.

After all, this is the Mirage Realm, where the rule of the strong is paramount.

All the scheming and maneuvering, all the strategic planning, are nothing but empty gestures in the face of absolute power.

If I could ascend to the throne and become a saint, I would naturally be able to command a hundred followers. At that time, even establishing the fourth holy land in the Mirage Realm would not be a difficult task.

So what's the rush?

After thinking it through, the next three months...

Xia Jin first sent the avatar she had created using the Yin-Yang Differentiation Technique to leave the Hehuan Sword Sect and travel around, with the aim of triggering the system's next mission.

He decided to stay at the Hehuan Sword Sect and use this rare time to refine the four stone swords that were residing in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Those are replicas of the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

Although it's a replica, its aggressive aura is still terrifying enough to send chills down your spine.

It was only thanks to the fact that he had now officially entered the ninth level of the Great Power Realm that he was able to completely control these four stone swords, let alone three months, or even three or thirty years.

This day.

In the back garden of Zhou Suxin's residence,

Xia Jin sat cross-legged in the pavilion, his eyes slightly closed. With each breath, a pinkish aura slowly emanated from his mouth and swirled gently above his head.

The four stone swords were hovering three feet above his head, constantly absorbing the pink aura from Xia Jin's breath.

Indeed, Xia Jin was making these four stone swords continuously absorb his mortal sword intent, thus raising their offensive power to a new level.

The four swords rang out in unison, their sword intent surging like a tide.

The void within three feet of Xia Jin was constantly shattering under the erosion of the terrifying offensive aura that occasionally emanated from it. But this was, after all, the Mirage Realm. The next second after shattering, the incredibly stable laws of heaven and earth of the Mirage Realm forcibly healed these cracks, only to have them torn apart again by the sword energy.

Shatter, heal, shatter, heal.

It keeps repeating itself endlessly.

Within three feet, it seemed to have become a chaotic realm of alternating birth and death.

Just then, a series of light footsteps came from not far away.

A charming Zhou Suxin, accompanied by a maid, was walking towards them.

But when they saw the terrifying phenomenon that occurred when Xia Jin was cultivating, they all showed expressions of shock.

This was especially true of the maid behind Zhou Suxin.

A faint, almost imperceptible aura emanated from the pavilion. It was just a wisp, and it wasn't even directed at her, yet it made the maid feel as if a towering mountain was pressing down on her chest, making it difficult to even breathe.

"Madam..." the maid looked at Zhou Suxin for help, the medicine in her hand about to spill.

Zhou Suxin glanced back at her, then smiled and shook her head.

"Give me the things, you can go now." Zhou Suxin reached out and took the medicinal soup.

"Yes, Madam." The maid felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She took a deep breath and fled from the back garden as if she were escaping. It wasn't until she had walked a long way that the suffocating feeling gradually dissipated.

She clutched her chest, gasping for breath, her eyes filled with horror.

What kind of monster is this Daoist partner that Madam has chosen? The aura he exudes is something she has never seen even from her own sect leader.

Zhou Suxin held the medicine soup, her eyes filled with tenderness as she looked at Xia Jin.

Just then, Xia Jin slowly opened her eyes.

In that instant, it was as if two bolts of lightning shot out from his eyes, piercing through the void.

The four stone swords hovering above her head emitted a low hum, then obediently transformed into four streams of light and entered Xia Jin's sea of ​​consciousness.

The shattered void within three feet also returned to calm at this moment.

"Husband." Zhou Suxin carried the medicinal soup into the pavilion, placed it on the stone table, and carefully poured out a bowl of steaming hot soup, presenting it to Xia Jin with both hands. "Drink it while it's hot. I specially brewed this. You've worked so hard these past few days, my husband!"

Xia Jin took the bowl of medicine, but did not drink it immediately. Instead, she looked at her with a half-smile.

Zhou Suxin felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and rolled her eyes at him, "What are you looking at, husband?"

"Of course, it's because of my fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged wife!" Xia Jin laughed. "Your cultivation level has also been rising rapidly recently. You're only one step away from the threshold of the Great Power Realm."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Suxin's face lit up with joy.

Indeed, these days, with Xia Jin cultivating and his constant guidance in comprehending the mortal sword intent, her cultivation level has skyrocketed like a rocket.

In the past, this was something she would never have dared to dream of.

"It's all thanks to my husband," Zhou Suxin said, sitting down next to Xia Jin with a hint of coquettishness in her voice. "If it weren't for my husband helping me cultivate day and night, how could I have made such great progress?"

"Oh? Day and night?" Xia Jin raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile flashing in her eyes. She deliberately drew out her words, "Are you praising me, Madam?"

"Praise you?" Zhou Suxin was taken aback, then realized the ambiguity in her words, and her face flushed red to her ears.

"You... what nonsense are you spouting!" She raised her hand and punched Xia Jin in the chest. "You're so annoying!"

Xia Jin laughed heartily, reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Zhou Suxin struggled twice but couldn't break free, so she simply gave up, blushing as she leaned against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

"By the way, Madam." Xia Jin glanced down at the medicinal soup in his hand, his smile widening. "Did you prepare this medicinal soup today because you were worried that I've been overexerting myself lately and my body is depleted?"

Zhou Suxin's face turned even redder.

However, this time she didn't refute, but instead nodded slightly.

"Um."

She was genuinely worried.

These days, Xia Jin cultivates with the four stone swords during the day and leads her in dual cultivation at night, guiding her to comprehend the sword intent of the mortal world and temper her foundation. Although she benefits immensely from this, she also knows that this guidance is a drain on Xia Jin's resources.

She felt sorry for him.

Xia Jin was taken aback when he saw the shy and worried look on the woman in his arms. Then he burst into laughter.

"Very well, very well, it's rare for you to be so considerate, Madam. I must accept your kindness!"

Xia Jin smiled, picked up the bowl of medicinal soup, and without complaining about the heat, tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp: "This medicinal soup tastes good."

He put down his chopsticks and reached out to pinch Zhou Suxin's cheek. The delicate and smooth touch made him unable to resist pinching it again.

"My lady, your skin seems even smoother now. I'll have to examine it more closely later..."

Xia Jin was just about to do something mischievous when her expression suddenly changed.

It wasn't nervousness, but rather a pleasant surprise.

A slight smile played on his lips, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes. It seemed that there was finally news about the avatar he had sent out.

Zhou Suxin keenly noticed Xia Jin's change and couldn't help but feel a slight tightness in her heart.

"Husband, what's wrong?" she asked, looking up with concern.

Xia Jin did not answer, but narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze seemingly piercing through the dome of the pavilion and looking towards a distant place.

"There's something I need to do, I need to go out for a bit."

He patted Zhou Suxin on the back, stood up, and kissed her cheek, making Zhou Suxin both embarrassed and angry, and she slapped his hand.

"Please rest assured and wait for me to return, my lady."

The next moment, the void beneath Xia Jin's feet suddenly distorted, and his figure slowly sank down.