This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

"Little one, your sword is still not enough..."

Zhu Yan's voice was like thunder, and the sound waves it generated could shake the mountains and forests.

Given Wang Jingshu's current state, she most likely wouldn't have heard Zhu Yan's words, and even if she did, she would have ignored them.

But for some reason, Zhu Yan's voice kept echoing in her heart.

"Still not enough..."

"What exactly is a sword?"

Wang Jingshu asked herself the same question over and over again, as countless chaotic thoughts surged into her mental world.

It's like turning back time, allowing her to relive her past experiences in reverse.

Finally, the image freezes on the furnace in that clinic in that small town many years ago.

"Jing Shu, watch carefully how your master forges swords..."

My master's voice rang in my ears.

The powerful fire element within the Taiyi Xuanhuang Cauldron was constantly forging the unformed sword embryo inside.

"Jing Shu, visualize your sword."

"It will be whatever you want it to be..."

"Jing Shu, this sword technique was inspired by the Yi Ru Sword and was created by me. Let's call it the 'Yi Ru Sword Manual'..."

The confusion in Wang Jingshu's heart gradually dissipated, and she seemed to have found her direction.

"Again..."

A clear voice resounded throughout the surrounding area. Wang Jingshu closed her eyes, raised her hand, and made a gesture that sent the sword flying back into the air, hovering there, ready to strike.

Zhu Yan chuckled, his face full of anticipation.

"go..."

With a single finger gesture, the sword arrives in an instant.

This time, Wang Jingshu did not add any other power to it.

But as the sword passes, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth naturally gathers, and the sweeping sand, broken branches, stones hidden in the soil, and many other objects are all drawn by the sword intent, flying up along with it, enveloped by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and transformed into sharp swords.

In an instant, led by a sword, they converged into a wave of swords, as large as the ocean.

Zhu Yan's eyes lit up, and this sword strike became even more powerful.

"Excellent, excellent swordsmanship..."

Zhu Yan remained unchanged, showing no intention of backing down, and went straight to meet them.

With its powerful physique and terrifying strength, it tore through the waves, remaining unmoved despite the surging tide of swords.

Wang Jingshu, with her eyes closed, frowned and muttered to herself:

"wrong..."

The sword technique was used again, and the sword tide disappeared.

Like a sword soaring into the sky, it split into two upon falling again, then into four, and finally transformed into eighty-one giant swords that rained down like a storm.

Smoke billowed from Zhu Yan's mouth and nose, and a hint of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

He roared to the sky and slammed his fists into the air one after another.

In an instant, the spot where Zhu Yan stood was riddled with holes, as if it had been bombarded by dozens of meteorites from outer space.

After all eighty-one swords fell, Zhu Yan looked down at his fist and saw that there were several new wounds on his knuckles.

Although the wound healed quickly, it still seemed somewhat unbelievable.

It should be noted that as an ancient and exotic beast, even though it has just been reborn from Nirvana and its strength has not yet reached its peak, its physique is almost comparable to that of a Vajra Realm Earth Immortal.

At this time, Wang Jingshu had not even reached the Earthly Immortal Realm, yet her sword could pierce its physical body...

The red light in Zhu Yan's eyes suddenly intensified.

His ferocity flared up, and he even harbored murderous intent.

"roar..."

With a deafening roar, Zhu Yan prepared to take the initiative.

Wang Jingshu was surprisingly calm at this moment.

My mind has forgotten everything around me, all my experiences over the years, and even myself.

It was like nothingness, there was nothing, nothing existed.

"A sword... what is a sword?"

The thought suddenly surfaced in the void.

Then, a flash of inspiration struck, and a cold light appeared in the void of the spiritual world.

A longsword with slender lines and an ancient design, without any additional abilities or special functions, took shape.

"A sword...this is a sword?"

"A sword is a sword... a sword of benevolence and righteousness, a sword of the gentleman, a sword of slaughter, a sword of the king..."

"All definitions are imposed on it by people."

"Aside from these definitions, a sword... is simply a sword—used to kill, save, protect... and... defend the righteous path..."

Zhu Yan's ferocity has been aroused, and he already has murderous intent.

It is, after all, a beast. Upon discovering that Wang Jingshu could actually threaten it, its instinct for self-preservation would drive it to eliminate the enemy before it.

This is animalistic instinct, and cannot be measured by human standards.

As soon as the sword flew back to Wang Jingshu, its blade trembled violently.

Wang Jingshu's aura finally began to transform.

That sense of transcendence, belonging to the Taoist immortals, arose spontaneously.

"roar..."

Zhu Yan suddenly leaped up, his body soaring into the air, his fists raised high, like a mountain crashing down on Wang Jingshu.

At the critical moment between life and death, Wang Jingshu suddenly opened her eyes.

His aura was completely contained, and the whole world seemed to fall into a very brief period of deathly silence.

Seeing the murderous intent emanating from Zhu Yan Wang Jing Shu, she had no intention of using her supernatural powers to escape.

At this moment, she already had a sword in her heart. If she could not draw this sword, her swordsmanship would probably stop here, and she would never make any progress in her life.

Wang Jingshu brought two fingers together, pointed them at Zhu Yan in the air, and shouted sharply:

"A fleeting glimpse... a single sword strike..."

In an instant, the deathly silence was shattered, and the ground beneath their feet collapsed almost instantly.

The sky and earth changed color, as if a sword pierced through the void, enveloped by a huge sword-shaped phantom, flying forward relentlessly towards the Zhu Yan that was crashing down.

The written description is long, but in reality it only takes a moment.

Zhu Yan roared as he descended from the sky, his fists striking the sword shadow with terrifying force, like a god beating a drum.

At that moment, heaven and earth were silent, and all things in the world, including the sun that was about to set behind the mountain, lost their color.

Only the light erupting at the center of the collision between the two forces occupied everyone's view.

The ball of light suddenly burst forth at an extremely fast speed, and Zhu Yan's body, which was a hundred feet in size, was sent flying backward, crashing into a mountain dozens of miles away and shattering several mountains in succession.

After delivering that sword strike, Wang Jingshu exhausted all her strength and fainted before even seeing the result.

When the terrifying storm struck, a golden barrier suddenly appeared around her, shielding her from the aftershocks of the power that could have torn her body apart.

This exchange of blows caused quite a stir.

All the strange beasts within a thousand miles of the Earth Immortal Realm and above sensed this and became restless.

After crashing through several mountain peaks, the Zhu Yan returned to its original form, revealing a sword wound on its chest.

But such injuries are nothing to it.

As an ancient and exotic species, it was born with a strong physique, and it was fine after catching its breath.

But its ferocity only increased.

With a roar to the sky, Zhu Yan soared into the air and charged at Wang Jingshu once again.

Just as it leaped in front of Wang Jingshu, a faint but powerful pressure suddenly emanated from the void.

Zhu Yan subconsciously looked up, and his expression froze instantly when he saw the face of the person who had come.

"Little monkey, still so short-tempered?"

The voice was imposing without being angry. Zhu Yan seemed to see the being it most revered, and the red light in its eyes faded in the blink of an eye, its gaze becoming crystal clear.

The murderous aura around him completely vanished, and he became like a harmless ape, standing there awkwardly chuckling.

"Hey... Immortal Master, what brings you here..."

"If I hadn't come, I'm afraid my disciples would have been beaten to death by you..."