Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

"A ring battle? Senior brother, I want to go!"

Ning Zhiyuan, whose injuries had mostly healed, was in high spirits, and even Wu Ang was tempted.

Having been ambushed by the three sects in the minor competition, he harbored a deep grudge. Now that he had such a good opportunity for open and legitimate revenge, how could he possibly...

"Go for it," Wei Zhong said, patting Ning Zhiyuan's head, while simultaneously addressing Wu Ang behind him.

"Senior brother, please don't follow junior brother's nonsense."

"Both of you are the backbone of my Qingya Sect. We cannot afford to lose you. How can you risk your lives in the arena to fight with others?"

"Rejected!"

"The advantage is in our hands. Let Master continue to apply pressure. I don't believe that the Black Wind Sect can really withstand the pressure from the Azure Sky Sect."

The fellow disciples present exchanged glances, hesitant, before Yang Chupei stepped forward and made the final decision:

"Junior Brother Wei is right. Even if we were to fight, we should fight the one with the advantage."

"Senior Brother Wu, your injuries haven't healed yet, so it's best not to take any risks..."

With the words of this acting sect leader, the restless hearts of the crowd finally calmed down.

After leaving the hall, Wei Zhong went straight to the alchemy room.

While refining several mid-grade Qi-Nourishing Pills, a communication talisman on his waist suddenly lit up.

He descended the mountain with a happy expression.

In the mountains and forests, Lin Qingyuan was already standing with his sword in hand. When Wei Zhong arrived, the other party slowly moved the magic sword in his hand.

"Greetings, Master!"

Wei Zhong bowed respectfully, and Lin Qingyuan drew his sword.

"After racking my brains for several days, I have finally found a good place to practice swordsmanship. Come with me."

Half an hour later, Wei Zhong looked around at his surroundings and said with a hint of doubt:

"And Fenglin?"

This place is far from the Qingya Mountain gate, and even far from Songlinfang.

It is no longer the territory of Qingya Sect, but under the jurisdiction of Heifeng Sect.

"Master, if the two of us practice swordsmanship here, will it be...?"

Lin Qingyuan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this:

"What are you afraid of? With your master here, those brats from the Black Wind Sect can't interfere with you and me."

Wei Zhong recalled the feud between his Qingya Sect and the Black Wind Sect, and also considered his master's strength, which eased his tension slightly.

Wei Zhong looked up and surveyed his surroundings.

The trees here are towering, and they are very dark ironwood, which makes the whole forest look dark.

At the same time, a strange wind was blowing from all directions, causing the hems of their clothes to flutter and sway together.

"This place is windy, and the wind is unpredictable, making it an ideal place to practice the Qingfeng Sword Technique."

The sound of my master's teachings reached my ears.

Wei Zhongzheng straightened his expression, knowing that his swordsmanship training had officially begun.

"My Qingfeng Sword Technique is an unusual sword technique. Most other sword techniques emphasize sharpness and direct confrontation to defeat the enemy."

"My Qingfeng Sword Technique emphasizes the word 'concealment'."

"A gentle breeze is harmless, its sharpness concealed within..."

After saying that, he swung his sword, and the sword energy splashed out and fell to the ground.

A layer of light blue sword energy immediately enveloped the soft soil.

However, the sword energy remained suspended in the air and did not pierce the soil.

Lin Qingyuan swung his sword again, and the sword energy suddenly became completely transparent, then floated into the air and rushed towards the black ironwood not far away.

This wood is a low-grade spiritual wood, with a hard texture, even harder than ordinary iron.

The sword energy, which had been harmless just moments before, suddenly changed its nature after encountering the black ironwood.

Transforming into countless tiny sharp points, they directly punched countless holes into the trunk of the black ironwood tree.

"To master the Qingfeng Sword Technique, you need to be flexible in understanding the transformation between harmful and harmless aspects, and the meaning of concealing one's sharpness within."

Wei Zhong observed all of this and immediately began to work.

He initially thought it wouldn't be difficult, but when it came to actually dealing with him, it still proved to be a challenge.

The meaning here is not a real sword move, nor a real martial art, but a high-level control and subtle adjustment of one's own sword energy.

Under Lin Qingyuan's guidance, Wei Zhong spent half a day to grasp only the basics.

Seeing the increasingly transparent sword energy on the blade of his sword, Wei Zhong swung his sword, and the sword energy struck the tree bark as if it were hairs.

"good!"

Lin Qingyuan looked on with admiration, quite surprised and delighted that Wei Zhong had grasped the knack so quickly.

"Concealing the sharpness of sword energy is just the basics."

"Next, you need to further conceal the sound of the sword, the sword threads, the sword light... and even the killing intent in your heart."

After saying that, the latter activated his own ability again, and his domain enveloped Wei Zhong for several feet.

"Did you sense any killing intent from my sword domain?"

Wei Zhong shook his head, about to reply, when he suddenly realized that Lin Qingyuan's figure had disappeared into the domain.

Looking around, a sharp blade was already positioned in front of Wei Zhong's neck.

Wei Zhong felt a chill run down his spine and a sharp pain between his brows; his spiritual senses, typical of Qi Refining cultivators, were sending him a frantic warning.

Lin Qingyuan sheathed his sword and withdrew his sword domain. Wei Zhong felt a sense of relief, and sweat poured down his face, soaking his clothes.

"Your swordsmanship is not yet advanced enough to reach the point where this sword intent can take shape, nor can you form this sword intent domain."

"But the underlying meaning is the same: 'concealment' means hiding all your sharpness under the gentle breeze."

Wei Zhong nodded, practicing the Thirteen Forms of Gentle Breeze while trying to conceal the sharpness of his swordsmanship.

After practicing in this way for many days, the two traveled back and forth between Songlinfang and Jifenglin, and no one ever came to cause them any trouble.

"Elder, recently two rogue cultivators have been frequently appearing in our sect's territory..."

The subordinates reported this, but the Black Wind Sect elder paid no attention to it:

"Ji Fenglin? We can ignore this remote place..."

He hurriedly left and stepped into the main hall inside the gate:

"Senior brother, is this really necessary?"

Dongfang looked at Han Zongyan on the stage, who turned around, shook his head, and sighed.

"My senior brother is incompetent and cannot protect Fang'er and Lin'er."

"The pressure from the Azure Sky Sect is too great; I... I have no way to overcome it!"

Dongfang's expression turned pained:

"The two poor little ones have just reached the fifth level of Qi Refining; they should have been the backbone of my Black Wind Sect in the future..."

The two looked pained. After a while, a message was sent from the Black Wind Sect and spread to the ears of nearby cultivation families and even rogue cultivators.

Effective immediately, Fang Linfeng and Lin Ruyu are expelled from the Black Wind Sect. Their actions, lives, and deaths are no longer related to the Black Wind Sect.

Deep in the mountains, after the two finished reading the secret letter in their hands, Lin Ruyu said with some worry:

"Senior brother, should we really follow the sect leader's instructions and fight Ning Zhiyuan and Wei Zhong to the death?"

"Of course, but Ning Zhiyuan has a superior spiritual root and powerful methods. Even if the two of us join forces, it will be a bit troublesome."

"Let's go find Wei Zhong first. His cultivation aptitude is poor, and he has only just broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining. With our fifth level of Qi Refining cultivation, it should be a piece of cake for us to capture him."

The two exchanged a few words.

"Even if we can't kill Ning Zhiyuan, beheading Wei Zhong would still break the backbone of the Qingya Sect."

"Afterwards, you and I immediately took our master's letter of recommendation, left Cangwu, and fled south to the east..."

Clearly, neither of them was truly abandoned by the Black Wind Gate; rather, they had other missions to undertake.

Furthermore, after the deed is done, there will be an opportunity to escape and gain enlightenment, providing an alternative path.