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

Zhou Suxin followed beside Xia Jin and also bowed slightly to Leng Wushuang.

"Zhou Suxin of the Hehuan Sword Sect greets Sect Master Leng."

This greeting pulled Leng Wushuang back from her shock.

She snapped out of her daze, looked at Zhou Suxin's dignified and beautiful face, and smiled kindly, nodding gently.

"Elder Zhou, there's no need for such formalities." Leng Wushuang said, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them. Then, he looked at Xia Jin with a strange expression and said, "Speaking of which, I never expected that Xia Jin would actually invite Elder Zhou to the Glazed Sword Sect when I only mentioned it casually. It's truly an honor for Elder Zhou to take a liking to our Glazed Sword Sect's eldest disciple."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Suxin's cheeks flushed slightly. She squeezed Xia Jin's hand and said softly, "Sect Leader Leng, you flatter me. It is Suxin's good fortune to have met my husband."

Seeing her expression, Leng Wushuang understood even more and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Xia Jin is indeed a capable young man.

However, right now, she is more concerned about something else than the matter between this couple.

"Xia Jin, tell me the truth, what level are you at now?"

After asking her question, Leng Wushuang stared intently into Xia Jin's eyes.

Just a few months ago, when this kid left the Glazed Sword Sect, he was only at the half-step Great Power Realm, and at most he could only last a few rounds against me.

But now, standing before her, he was like a bottomless pool of water, clearly devoid of any life force, yet she felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

She had never experienced this feeling, not even when facing other renowned experts in Fengyuan Prefecture.

"Does Sect Leader Leng want to know?" Xia Jin didn't rush to answer, but simply smiled, raised her right hand, and waved it casually.

A sword intent shot out from his fingertips.

The sword intent floated lightly in front of Leng Wushuang.

The fierce killing intent that had permeated the entire hall was largely dissipated by this gentle aura in an instant.

"You can experience it for yourself, and perhaps you'll understand."

Leng Wushuang looked down at the pink sword intent in front of her, her brows furrowing slightly.

"What exactly is this kid up to? This sword intent seems rather ordinary, lacking any sharp offensive power! Could there be something more to it than meets the eye?"

Although Leng Wushuang had some doubts, seeing Xia Jin's confident demeanor, she slowly extended her hand.

The moment her fingertips touched the pink sword intent, a strange power surged forth like a tide, spreading upwards from her fingertips and instantly enveloping her entire body.

Leng Wushuang only felt a blur before her eyes.

The next moment, she found herself no longer in the main hall of the Glazed Sword Sect.

She stood on a bustling street, surrounded by pedestrians coming and going. The sounds of vendors hawking their wares, chatting, and children playing mingled together, creating a vivid scene of everyday life in the city.

What... happened?

Leng Wushuang looked down at herself with a slight panic and found that she was wearing coarse cloth clothes and carrying a bamboo basket with several bundles of green vegetables in her hand.

Now, she looks nothing like the imposing figure she once was as the leader of the Glazed Sword Sect.

"What are you waiting for? If you don't sell these vegetables by now, you'll be in big trouble when you get home!"

A rough male voice came from behind her. Leng Wushuang turned around and saw a man with a face full of scars staring at her.

That was her "husband".

In the days that followed, Leng Wushuang "lived" in this strange yet real world.

She had to get up before dawn every day to fetch water, start a fire, cook, and then carry her vegetable basket for miles to the market to sell her vegetables. Her "husband" was a heavy drinker and would beat her at the slightest provocation. She endured it all, living this hard life day after day.

She thought that was all.

But then the scene changes.

She became a sheltered young lady again, spending her days embroidering, playing the zither, and listening to her maids tell stories of the outside world, while yearning for a wider world.

Turn again.

She had become a very old woman, sitting under the locust tree at the entrance of the village, watching the sunset slowly sink into the western mountains. There was no one around her, only an old dog lying at her feet, dozing off.

One incident after another, scene after scene.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness; birth, aging, sickness, and death.

In a short period of time, Leng Wushuang experienced dozens of completely different lives.

Inside the main hall, Leng Wushuang stood still, but the expression on her face kept changing, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad.

Zhou Suxin looked at Leng Wushuang's appearance and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She had naturally experienced Xia Jin's Mortal World Sword Intent before and knew how wondrous that feeling was. She just hadn't expected that even a sect leader like Leng Wushuang would show such a loss of composure in the face of Mortal World Sword Intent.

She subconsciously looked at Xia Jin beside her.

"Don't worry, I'm just letting her experience it a little, I won't really hurt her!" Xia Jin patted Zhou Suxin's hand and waved her hand dismissively.

The mortal sword intent dissipated immediately.

"Let's go, let's sit and rest for a while. It'll probably take some more time for Sect Master Leng to wake up!"

Xia Jin smiled, put her arm around Zhou Suxin's waist, and led her to sit down on a chair on one side of the main hall.

Zhou Suxin obediently sat down beside him, but her gaze kept drifting towards Leng Wushuang with a hint of worry.

"Don't worry, just let her take her time."

After an unknown amount of time, Leng Wushuang finally slowly opened her tightly closed eyes.

Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if she had not yet fully detached herself from the "worldly experience" she had just had.

Those various lives seem like a long yet fleeting dream.

After waking up from her dream, she was still herself, the sect leader of the Glazed Sword Sect, a powerful expert at the Great Power Realm.

But for some reason, she felt that her state of mind was completely different from before.

Leng Wushuang took a deep breath and looked at Xia Jin, who was sitting leisurely drinking tea, with undisguised shock in her eyes.

"The Sword Intent of the Mortal World!! I never imagined you would comprehend the legendary Sword Intent of the Mortal World!"

Xia Jin put down her teacup, a smile on her face, and spoke in a very humble tone: "Sect Leader Leng is quite knowledgeable. That's right, this is indeed the Red Dust Sword Intent!! However, being able to comprehend the Red Dust Sword Intent is just good luck on my part."

"Luck?" Leng Wushuang's eyes twitched involuntarily when she heard these two words.

"How can you call this luck? Whether it was those four stone swords before, or this mortal sword intent now, how could someone without great fortune obtain them?"

"Xia Jin, you really are a prodigy."