What does it mean that they all lived with lifelong regrets?

In the simulation, the sect competition is getting closer and closer.

Under Xie Jiexue's coercion, Lin Wuhua finally began to practice swordsmanship reluctantly.

But to be fair, Lin Wuhua's skill level wasn't bad; among his fellow disciples, he was second only to Xie Jiexue.

Although Xie Jiexue had already completed the tempering of his entire skeleton and reached the Bone Forging Realm, Lin Wuhua was still stuck at the Body Integration Realm, where spiritual energy was being used to cleanse his entire body.

"Actually, my sword bones are of limited help to my cultivation," Lin Wuhua stretched halfway through his sword practice, "and they are different from yours, Jie Xue's."

According to Lin Wuhua, the elders of the Sword Sect thought his sword bone attribute was rare and wanted to let him read books freely in the Scripture Pavilion to see if he could find his own path.

It took Lin Wuhua almost a year to finish reading it.

"It seems my sword bone doesn't have any attributes," Lin Wuhua said again, "but I seem to be able to understand sword manuals naturally."

"Elder Bai Wushu also agrees with this. My goal is to finish reading the sword manual in the Scripture Pavilion."

Xie Jiexue relaxed, thinking that she had misunderstood Lin Wuhua.

"So," Lin Wuhua suddenly spread his hands, "can I not come tomorrow?"

Xie Jiexue: "?"

She was blind, yet she still believed that Lin Wuhua would actually be more diligent.

She wanted to offer advice, but didn't know how.

But without a doubt, she didn't want to agree.

"You can't beat me," Xie Jiexue said.

"Young people are just too impatient," Lin Wuhua complained. "What's the point of all this fighting and killing?"

"If you keep going like this, you'll never be able to get married."

Without saying a word, Xie Jiexue drew his sword.

The chill emanated from her hand and coiled around the sword.

Lin Wuhua sighed.

"Come on," the sword that was stuck to the side flew into his hand, "I can play with you for a bit."

"Let me show you what I'm capable of."

......

In no time at all, Lin Wuhua proved to Xie Jiexue that he was not good at all.

Reaching the Body Forging Realm and being in the middle stage of the Body Forging Realm are different.

The speed of spiritual energy release, control, capacity, and recovery are all at two different levels.

Xie Jiexue deflected Lin Wuhua's sword with her own and then rushed into his arms.

Soft techniques.

Lin Wuhua was pinned to the ground by her.

"Lin Wuhua, do you have anything to say?"

Lin Wuhua turned his head to one side.

"What kind of skill is it to bully others with your cultivation level?" he said, defiant to the death. "If you have nothing more to say, please make your move quickly."

Xie Jiexue pressed her hand even tighter.

She didn't want it to be like this at first, but she doesn't know why it turned out this way.

So she moved closer.

"What are you trying to do, Xie Jiexue!"

She was startled awake by the words and realized that her face was only an inch away from Lin Wuhua's.

Their eyelashes almost touched.

A faint blush rose to Xie Jiexue's neck.

But she didn't back down; instead, she moved closer: "Wuhua, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Lin Wuhua: "..."

In the end, he gave in.

"Alright, I won't go." He relaxed his grip. "But let's make it clear first, if I win the competition, you can't restrict me anymore."

"I want to forge my own path."

......

The sect competition is drawing ever closer.

In the days leading up to the event, Lin Wuhua unusually abandoned his playful antics and instead practiced swordsmanship seriously.

But he didn't practice much. He would often stand in front of the wooden stake, deep in thought, and then swing his sword a few times.

Occasionally, he would watch Xie Jiexue practice her swordsmanship and offer her a few pointers.

"Intercepting Snow, that's not how it's done. This move isn't practiced like that."

"I don't know much about Elder Su's swordsmanship, but her sword is much harder. This is because Elder Su always went to the deep mountains alone to train when she was young. A sword that is not firm will definitely be eliminated..."

His words always hit the nail on the head, but Xie Jiexue's thoughts were piqued instead.

Lin Wuhua is destined to fight Xie Jiexue in the Grand Competition; Lin Wuhua is the only one in the entire sect qualified to fight her.

But he's not afraid of losing.

"Why?" Lin Wuhua asked confidently. "Because I think I can win."

Even if you are stronger than me, you have never won a sword duel against me.

These words displeased Xie Jiexue: "Your cultivation level is several stages lower than mine."

The debates within the Sword Sect fall into two categories.

One type is the regular sword duel, also known as the sect's minor competition.

Lin Wuhua's skills far surpassed Xie Jiexue's, and were even better than some of the younger elders in the sect.

Another type is the sect competition – this is a real competition that needs to determine who is superior.

"Your meager cultivation level," Lin Wuhua said, "how can it compare to my swordsmanship, honed through countless trials?"

"Just you wait and see."

......

A few days later, the sect competition began as scheduled.

There is no betting or gambling involved.

The Sword Sect considers itself to be upright and honest, and will never tolerate such behavior that is tantamount to gambling.

Even the rewards are minimal—because it discourages disciples from focusing their wins and losses on a single match, and it also aims to prevent cutthroat competition.

Xie Jiexue approached Lin Wuhua with a slightly nervous expression.

Everyone was watching the two of them.

Are you scared?

Xie Jiexue gently stepped on Lin Wuhua's toes.

"At a time like this... don't say anything strange."

Lin Wuhua scratched Xie Jiexue's hand with her little finger, but Xie Jiexue hooked it back on her hand.

Her fingertips were a little white, and all the bold words she had spoken before the competition had disappeared.

Lin Wuhua stopped provoking.

He grabbed Xie Jiexue's wrist.

"Want to hang out after the game?"

......

The sect competition began in order.

The Sword Sect's competition is slightly different from those of other sects.

That means they are divided according to the length of time they have been enrolled and their strength, and disciples who have been enrolled for many years will not be mixed with those who have just enrolled.

As before, fighting haphazardly can easily damage one's Dao heart and disrupt order. Regardless of winning or losing, it will be an ugly situation, so it's better not to allocate them together at all.

Xie Jiexue's rise to power can be described as a series of victories.

The first round was won easily because I had only been a student for a year. Many students don't even understand the basics of the program, so participation is the key.

Many people don't even care.

In the second round, the competition became more serious, but still limited.

Then came the third round, the fourth round...

The most dangerous round was the fifth round, where an inner disciple skilled in the "Thunder and Fire" dual swords, who had entered the sect earlier than Xie Jiexue, was also stuck at the Condensation of Intent Realm.

The two fought fiercely, but Xie Jiexue's frost-like attacks restrained them both.

Finally, the attribute suppression caused that disciple to quickly exhaust his magic power and perish.

Lin Wuhua took to the court in the seventh game.

He also won six consecutive matches, but he was in a much worse state than Xie Jiexue, and many times he only won after his opponent showed a weakness.

"Snow interception".

Xie Jiexue remained silent.

She saw that several disciples surrounded Lin Wuhua before he went on stage.

They surrounded him, saying they wanted to discuss swordsmanship with Lin Wuhua after he finished his match, because he had gained new insights and learned a lot, and so on.

It seems that victory is not important to them.

Xie Jiexue saw the sect leader, Chu Hanxiao.

The battle between the two sword masters drew the attention of the sect leader.

For some inexplicable reason, her hand loosened, and she hurriedly gripped the sword tightly.

She looked up and saw Lin Wuhua's face.

"Intercept the snow." Lin Wuhua didn't laugh. "You can't win like this."

Xie Jiexue gripped his sword tightly.