This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

When Wang Jingshu awoke from her trance-like state, the sky was already filled with stars.

Under the moonlight, Li Daoxuan, dressed in a blue robe, stood silently by his side, keeping watch.

It wasn't until this moment that Wang Jingshu understood just how much her master had done for her.

Feeling the power flowing through her body and the increasingly close connection with the sword in her hand, Wang Jingshu felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her, an emotion she couldn't help but express.

In the end, however, she simply held the longsword upside down, made the Yin-Yang hand seals, and bowed in gratitude.

Li Daoxuan returned the greeting with clasped hands and smiled:

"This set of sword techniques and sword training methods does not yet have a name; it is only a nascent prototype."

"To be honest, I was able to create this sword technique thanks to your guidance."

Wang Jingshu was taken aback and hurriedly waved her hand, saying:

"No, no, no, how could this disciple be qualified to instruct Master..."

Li Daoxuan shook his head and said seriously:

"You're mistaken. A disciple may not necessarily be inferior to his master."

"Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me." "The stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade." These are all profound truths.

"Even I, your master, am not as good as you in some aspects, such as my instinctive understanding of swords."

Li Daoxuan stepped forward and extended his hand. Wang Jingshu understood and handed over the sword with both hands.

Li Daoxuan gripped the sword hilt, his fingers gently tracing the slender blade. The Dao is simple and unadorned.

Undoubtedly, although the three swords Yiru, Chunfeng, and Yuehua share the same origin, are made from the same batch of materials, and are forged using the same methods, when considering each sword individually, the Yiru sword is clearly purer and possesses the essence of a sword.

Even Li Daoxuan, the owner who forged it himself, couldn't help but sigh in admiration when he held it, thinking that it was truly a peerless sword.

When Li Daoxuan's fingertips brushed against the blade of the sword, the sword clearly reacted, its spine vibrating slightly and emitting a series of melodious sword sounds.

Li Daoxuan flicked his finger and sincerely praised:

"Truly a fine sword..."

Having said that, he returned the sword to Wang Jingshu and smiled:

"I've come up with a great name for this sword technique. What do you think?"

Wang Jingshu asked happily:

"What's your name, Master? Tell me quickly..."

Li Daoxuan pointed to something like the way of the sword:

"How about we call this sword technique 'The Unchanging Sword Manual'?"

Upon hearing the name, Wang Jingshu's eyes suddenly lit up with intense light, and she was overjoyed.

"The One-Sword Manual... Okay, that's the name..."

The sword in her hand seemed to understand Li Daoxuan's words, and it also emitted a series of tremors.

Seeing this, Li Daoxuan laughed and ruffled Wang Jingshu's hair, saying:

"This 'One Like Sword Manual' is only a prototype, containing only introductory content. Even if you master it, it probably won't significantly improve your strength."

"The continuation of the 'One Like Sword Manual' is now entrusted to you. I hope that after you have seen all the world, you can complete this sword manual and make it a truly unparalleled sword technique, okay?"

Wang Jingshu straightened her chest, pressed the sword against her chest, and said as if making a vow:

"Master, rest assured, I will definitely complete it and make the 'One Like Sword Manual' the most powerful sword technique in the world..."

Li Daoxuan nodded and smiled slightly:

"If something is impossible, there's no need to force it..."

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After taking Wang Jingshu home, Li Daoxuan was not in a hurry to go back.

Instead, they concealed themselves and arrived at a secluded courtyard in the west of the city.

The group of young men and women who had gone to the clinic for treatment during the day were living in the villa.

Of course, Li Daoxuan did not come seeking revenge.

He's not so magnanimous as to come seeking revenge in the dead of night. Whatever grudges there are, he'll settle them face to face.

He came over because he sensed an unusual aura emanating from this group of teenagers.

The martial arts energy within these teenagers seemed quite different from that of any of the grand martial arts masters they had ever seen before.

Moreover, Li Daoxuan also sensed that there was a force constantly suppressing them.

He was very curious about who these people were.

What are we going to do in Anyi County?

What do they mean by saying they have a mission to complete that night?

Standing outside the villa, Li Daoxuan silently gazed in that direction until late into the night.

Finally, that group of people came out.

Apart from the girl in the pink dress, everyone else left the courtyard.

Li Daoxuan discovered that although these people were all young, they were all at the fourth level of martial arts master and possessed martial arts true qi within their bodies.

The oldest youth had even reached the level of a minor grandmaster in the fifth realm.

This is an extremely remarkable thing in the entire martial arts world.

If any sect can possess so many talented young people at the same time, its future is virtually limitless.

After leaving the house, the group had a clear goal: to use their lightness skills to head straight for the county government office.

Li Daoxuan followed them at a distance, unnoticed.

Upon arriving at the county government office, the group leaped over the courtyard wall without alerting anyone, clearly indicating their ulterior motives.

Li Daoxuan also jumped in and sat on the roof watching them head straight for the backyard of the county government office.

That was where the county magistrate and his family lived.

"Is this intended to harm the county magistrate?"

Li Daoxuan frowned and murmured.

Is it really necessary for a minor Grandmaster of the Fifth Realm to assassinate a small county magistrate in a remote area?

But Li Daoxuan immediately sensed something was wrong. After arriving at the back of the county government office, the group did not go to Magistrate Zhao's bedroom, but instead sneaked into a dilapidated courtyard in the back of the county government office.

Finally, it stopped beside a sealed ancient well in the courtyard.

Seeing this, Li Daoxuan was even more puzzled.

But when he looked at the ancient well, he realized something was wrong.

"There's something wrong with this well..."

The ancient well was sealed very tightly, and a stone slab weighing at least a thousand kilograms covered the well opening, which was about three feet above the ground.

Not only that, but there was also an iron chain tied to the stone slab, which was locked tightly with a large padlock.

That stone slab was also unusual; it was covered with all sorts of runes and patterns.

Li Daoxuan immediately realized that this group had come specifically for the well.

But what's in the well is their real target.

Li Daoxuan immediately channeled his magical power, forming hand seals, and a golden light shone from his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, a completely different scene was indeed seen.

"A vengeful ghost? There's a vengeful ghost locked up in the backyard of the county government office?"

Li Daoxuan was quite surprised.

He suddenly remembered the Wang family tragedy a year ago, when the vengeful ghost seemed to recognize him after Magistrate Zhao arrived.

But at that time, Magistrate Zhao did not give the evil spirit a chance to speak. He directly suppressed it with the official aura of his official seal, and the spirit was scattered.

Judging from the vengeful ghost looming over the backyard of the county government office, it seems that this Lord Zhao is hiding some unspeakable secret.

But what are these people doing here?

Killing demons? Eliminating scourges for the people?