This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Above the clouds in the sky, Wang Jingshu watched Yan Cangfeng fight a bloody battle in the Juedao Sect without offering any help.

The Absolute Blade Sect was the one she had painstakingly found to test her swords. The sect consisted of dozens of people, all of whom were notorious for their sins. If judged by worldly laws, even if they died ten times, it would not be enough to atone for their crimes.

That's not enough; we also need to assess the strength comparison between them and Yan Zangfeng.

Otherwise, the testing stone would be fine, but the sword would break.

The entire Juedao Sect was sealed off by Wang Jingshu, and no one inside could get out.

They had no choice but to confront Yan Zangfeng head-on.

The boy was initially nervous and fearful.

But once blood is drawn and knife wounds begin to appear on their bodies, that inner bloodlust is ignited.

The sword in his hand became increasingly deadly.

In the end, none of the thirty-six members of the Absolute Blade Sect escaped death; they all perished under Yan Cangfeng's sword.

He himself was like someone who had been pulled out of the blood.

It contains both its own blood and the blood of its enemies.

When Yan Zangfeng finished killing the last person, his eyes were already covered in blood.

The killing had clouded his judgment. Anyone who dared to stand before him would surely be mercilessly killed by Yan Zangfeng's sword.

For example, Wang Jingshu, who was landing right in front of him.

Yan Zangfeng lost his mind and thrust his sword forward without hesitation.

The blood-stained longsword was already full of nicks and chips, but it was still deadly.

Wang Jingshu flicked her finger, shattering the longsword and sending Yan Cangfeng flying.

The last breath that Yan Zangfeng had been holding on for finally dissipated. His vision went black, and he died on the spot.

Wang Jingshu, however, seemed unhurried. She walked step by step to Yan Zangfeng, looked him over a few times, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Indeed, with such willpower, one is qualified to be a disciple of the Daoist sect..."

After saying that, Wang Jingshu cast a spell to stabilize Yan Cangfeng's soul, which was about to leave his body.

Then he took out another Qingling Fusheng Pill and fed it to him.

After a dozen or so breaths, Yan Zangfeng's breathing, which had stopped, resumed.

The internal and external injuries began to heal rapidly.

In no time, it became completely stable and fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Jingshu lifted him into the air, used magic to clean the blood off his body, and then flew back to the valley on her flying sword.

As soon as he landed, Yan Tairan came to greet him, somewhat worried, and said:

"Master Jinghong, what's wrong with Feng'er?"

Wang Jingshu handed Yan Zangfeng to him and said calmly:

"It's okay, I'll probably wake up tomorrow after a good night's sleep..."

Yan Tairan was relieved and took Yan Zangfeng back to the house.

Watching the father and son walk away, Wang Jingshu suddenly remembered another disciple she had once taken on.

He was also her only personally taught disciple. The other disciples on the mountain called him Sword Fool. Wang Jingshu gave him a Taoist name, which was really true.

Because of a great calamity she suffered in her childhood that damaged her mind, she rarely speaks to anyone except her master, whom she only occasionally speaks to.

But that sword-obsessed fellow from the same sect was a rare, naturally gifted swordsman, as she and Qingfeng Mingyue had described him.

He really does have a very special physique. Although his cultivation and qi refining are no different from ordinary people, the magic power he cultivates naturally contains a sword intent.

Even without a sword, his magical power can be transformed into pure sword energy, which is extremely lethal.

Moreover, he is truly born with an affinity for swords; no matter what kind of sword it is, it will become very docile and obedient in his hands.

The reason Wang Jingshu went to such great lengths, spending half a year teaching him in exchange for that piece of meteorite divine light iron, was to prepare it for her only disciple.

She only needs a portion of her sword; the rest can be used to forge a natal magic sword for Zhen Huan.

Wang Jingshu was certain that once he truly broke through his mental barriers and found his true self, his swordsmanship would reach an extremely high level.

As for whether the student can surpass the teacher, it's hard to say.

It wasn't that Wang Jingshu thought her talent was higher than Zhen Huan's; it was just that she held the title of being a direct disciple of the Dao Ancestor, and naturally enjoyed a huge blessing from the Daoist lineage. Just as Zhu Jiu said, she was blessed by Heaven, and even if she did nothing, her future would be incomparable to that of ordinary people.

But Wang Jingshu is really looking forward to whether she can create a miracle and reach even greater heights.

Wang Jingshu thought of the gentle breeze and bright moon, and couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

"Judging by the time, almost five years have passed within the Jingming Cave Heaven..."

"I just wonder when my senior brothers and sisters will be able to ascend..."

"And my older brother, he's over fifty now..."

After a moment of reflection, Wang Jingshu couldn't help but feel a deep, lingering melancholy.

He simply summoned a sword and took out the meteorite divine light iron to begin nurturing the sword.

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Although Yan Cangfeng was seriously injured and on the verge of death after the battle with the Absolute Blade Sect, he also gained a great deal.

Not only has his combat ability improved significantly, but his Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong has also made considerable progress. His true qi has become more refined, and it seems that he has reached the limit of the second level.

For the next two months, Wang Jingshu would take him out to kill people every now and then for training.

Sometimes it's within a few hundred miles, and sometimes it's thousands of miles away.

Every time Wang Jingshu found Yan Zangfeng an opponent, it was someone he had to fight tooth and nail to survive.

Through repeated trials on the brink of life and death, Yan Zangfeng has become able to easily control his mind and will never again lose his mind due to killing, as he did the first time.

His "Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong" finally crossed the limit of the second level and reached the third level.

Whether in terms of physique or the level of refinement of true qi, he is no weaker than an ordinary fourth-level martial arts practitioner.

In just six months, he went from the first level of the Heavenly Realm to the fourth level. If this were to be told, it would probably shock a large number of people in the martial arts world.

As Yan Zangfeng's strength steadily improved, the agreed-upon six-month period was fast approaching.

Wang Jingshu went out again, this time for a long time, and didn't return until ten days later.

Yan Zangfeng was puzzled because his mentor did not take him to kill anyone this time.

Instead, they led him to the entrance of a cave inside the valley.

Yan Zangfeng didn't dare to ask any questions and could only obediently follow Wang Jingshu inside.

The cave was very dark, and the passage was so narrow that only one person could pass at a time.

Yan Zangfeng found it all quite novel; he never expected there to be such a cave in this valley.

But what surprised him even more was that the cave was surprisingly deep.

He followed Wang Jingshu for at least an hour and still hadn't reached the end.

Instead, it's getting hotter and drier.

After walking for a long time, Yan Zangfeng was already covered in sweat.

He has now cultivated true qi, but he still feels unbearably hot.

This shows just how high the temperature is inside the cave.

After walking for a while, Yan Zangfeng could no longer bear it and asked:

"Master, where are we going?"

Wang Jingshu said without turning her head:

"Forging swords..."