Uncle Nine: Scattering beans to create soldiers? I'm using plants and trees to create soldiers.

Maoshan Ming looked around at the lush spiritual plants and waved with a smile.

"Ah Xuan, you have too many precious things in this spiritual field. Let's go to the open space outside the mortuary to practice, so as not to damage these immortal herbs."

"Listen to your master, it's bright and open outside, perfect for letting loose."

Lin Xuan nodded in agreement and took the lead in walking out of the courtyard.

Uncle Nine followed slowly behind, his hands behind his back.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai rubbed their hands excitedly and ran to grab the best viewing spots at the main entrance.

After leaving the spirit field, Lin Xuan and Mao Shanming stood facing each other on the flat ground, three zhang apart.

A night breeze blew by, stirring up a few withered leaves on the ground.

"Ah Xuan, since this is a training session, let's do it like a real life-or-death battle. Just keep attacking!"

Before Maoshan Ming finished speaking, his powerful magic, at the mid-stage of a Grand Master, was already in full swing.

He pulled out a copper coin-shaped peach wood sword from behind his back, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground, and his aura suddenly became fierce.

"Then be careful, Uncle-Master!"

Lin Xuan let out a low shout and suddenly exerted force with both legs.

The bluestone ground beneath his feet made a muffled thud, and he shot out like an arrow, creating a piercing whistling sound.

He didn't even bother to remove his magical weapon; he simply lunged forward, his right fist carrying immense force as he slammed into Maoshan Ming's chest.

"Wow, that's fast!"

Maoshan Ming's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't have time to think. He used the Bagua step to slide to the side and slashed Lin Xuan's wrist with his wooden sword.

Lin Xuan neither dodged nor evaded. With a flick of his wrist, a dark black phantom of a tortoise shell appeared on the surface of his forearm, which slammed into the blade of the wooden sword.

With a muffled bang, sparks flew everywhere.

Mao Shanming felt a powerful force surge through the sword, making his tiger's mouth numb and his entire arm tremble three times.

Before he could regain his footing, Lin Xuan's left palm struck his chest like a shadow.

Maoshan Ming was greatly alarmed. He quickly pulled out two yellow talismans with his left hand, chanted incantations, and threw them in front of him.

Two bursts of flame suddenly exploded out of thin air, attempting to block Lin Xuan's offensive.

However, Lin Xuan's blood surged, and his skin faintly revealed a black jade luster. He took a step forward despite the raging flames, and his fist directly dispersed the fire wave.

Mao Shanming's expression changed slightly. He pushed his footwork to its limit, his figure dodging left and right on the open ground, his wooden sword transforming into a sky full of sword shadows to protect his body.

No matter how skillful his movements were, Lin Xuan could always block his escape route one step ahead.

With fists, palms, elbows, and knees, every part of Lin Xuan's body became an indestructible weapon, causing Maoshan Ming to retreat in defeat, without even a moment to catch his breath.

In just a dozen breaths, Mao Shanming's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his heart was churning with turmoil.

What kind of monster is this kid?

With just his physical strength and speed, he actually managed to drive himself to such a wretched state in his prime!

Standing at the door, Wen Cai was dazzled by the sight and couldn't help but swallow.

"Goodness gracious, Senior Brother's fist is probably harder than an iron hammer; even Uncle Ming couldn't cut him with his sword!"

"It's not just that he can't cut through it, look at Uncle Ming's face, he's clearly being overwhelmed by his senior brother!"

Qiu Sheng's eyes widened, his hands gripping the door frame tightly, wishing he could go up and have some fun too.

Uncle Nine, standing to the side, stroked his beard, his eyes filled with amazement.

"I wouldn't dare say he's achieved physical sainthood, but with Ah Xuan's muscular and physical strength, plus the blessing of his perfected body and spirit, ordinary magical artifacts probably wouldn't even be able to scratch his skin."

In the arena, Lin Xuan, seeing that he had tested the waters enough, swayed and pulled back to create some distance.

He gripped the hilt of the magic sword at his waist with his other hand and drew it from its sheath with a clang.

"Uncle-Master, now that you've warmed up your fist and foot techniques, try taking a few of my sword moves!"

Lin Xuan didn't infuse any Dao Qi; he simply used his physical strength to twirl the sword and unleash a plain and unremarkable Demon-Slaying Sword Technique.

Maoshan Ming took a deep breath, poured all his magical power into the wooden sword, and gripped the hilt with both hands to meet the attack.

The two swords clashed, producing a piercing buzzing sound.

Lin Xuan's wrist trembled slightly, and the magic sword flicked and pressed down in the same direction, the sword's momentum was wide and powerful, carrying a fierce and brutal aura that could wipe out the demons.

Maoshan Ming only received three sword strikes before he felt a tightness in his chest and his footwork became completely chaotic.

When the fourth sword struck, he could no longer hold on and staggered back seven or eight steps, almost dropping the wooden sword from his hand.

"Hiss! He didn't even use any magic, and he forced Uncle Ming to retreat with just his sword techniques?"

Qiu Sheng gasped, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor in shock.

Uncle Nine stared at the ancient and profound swordplay in Lin Xuan's hand, his eyes suddenly lighting up, unable to suppress the urge to practice any longer.

"Junior brother, don't panic, I'll lend you a hand!"

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Nine lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the air, his long sword clattering as it was drawn from its sheath.

While in mid-air, he deliberately suppressed his mid-stage Earth Master cultivation to the early stage of Grand Mage, and thrust his sword diagonally towards Lin Xuan's shoulder.

"Holy crap! Master's joined in too?!"

Wen Cai's eyes widened, and he let out a strange scream.

"A master with the background of a geomancer, plus a senior uncle with the background of a human master—two elders teaming up to gang up on the eldest brother? In this world, only the eldest brother deserves such treatment!"

Qiu Sheng was so excited that his face turned red and his neck stretched out as far as it could go.

In the arena, as Uncle Nine thrust his sword, Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and instantly felt a heavy pressure.

Uncle Nine has been immersed in the way of the sword for decades. Even with his cultivation suppressed, his cunning and shrewd sword intent is far superior to that of Maoshan Ming.

Lin Xuan dared not be careless. The vast liquid Dao Qi within his body surged and flowed, pouring entirely into the magic sword.

With a crisp clang, Lin Xuan blocked Uncle Jiu's sword with his horizontal sword, used the momentum to spin around, and forced back Maoshan Ming who was attacking from the side with a single sword strike.

The three figures clashed, their swords flashing in the night, weaving a dense, cold net.

The more he fought, the deeper Lin Xuan's understanding of the "True Martial Demon-Slaying Technique" became.

With a thought, his mind and kidneys simultaneously emitted a dazzling divine light.

A surge of intense fire energy and chilling true essence flowed into the magic sword through its meridians.

With a hum, crimson flames and dark blue vapors simultaneously rose from the surface of the sword, the water and fire merging to unleash a terrifying sword aura.

Lin Xuan stepped forward with a powerful movement, his speed suddenly doubling. The magic sword in his hand transformed into a stream of red and blue light, which in turn enveloped Uncle Nine and Maoshan Ming.

Uncle Nine raised his sword to parry, only to feel a strange force, a blend of strength and gentleness, water and fire, travel along the blade, making his arm go numb.

"Water and fire in perfect harmony? Ah Xuan has already mastered the True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword Technique to this extent?!"

A tremendous storm raged in Uncle Nine's heart.

To achieve the fusion of water and fire in swordsmanship, one needs not only a profound inheritance of skills, but also a subtle level of control over one's own qi and blood and water element.

Without a doubt, this must be another heaven-defying fortune obtained by my precious disciple from enlightening that Xuanwu spiritual plant!

Faced with Lin Xuan's increasingly ferocious sword aura, Uncle Nine's forehead was covered in sweat. Unconsciously, he released his suppressed cultivation to the mid-stage of the Grand Mage realm.

Even though the two brothers joined forces, and both were at the mid-stage of the Grand Mage realm, they were still overwhelmed and completely at a disadvantage by Lin Xuan's elusive movements and domineering sword aura.

However, Uncle Nine has extensive experience in combat, while Lin Xuan has only just mastered the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique, and his moves are not yet smooth and skillful.

Soon, Uncle Nine noticed a slight flaw in Lin Xuan's sword path transition!

It's now!

Taking advantage of the moment when Lin Xuan had repelled Mao Shanming with a single sword strike and his old strength had been exhausted while his new strength had not yet been generated, Uncle Nine stepped on the Seven Stars and advanced swiftly close to the ground!

The magic sword in his hand transformed into a cold star, piercing straight at Lin Xuan's left rib.

The sword strike was incredibly fast; Lin Xuan couldn't return it in time.

At the critical moment, Lin Xuan not only did not retreat, but a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He clenched his left fist tightly, and his lung and kidney spirits roared simultaneously, as a wisp of the Nine Heavens Righteous Thunder Origin from the True Martial Demon-Slaying Technique was suddenly activated.

Crackling sounds!

A blinding blue lightning bolt suddenly exploded out of nowhere, instantly covering Lin Xuan's entire left fist.

Without dodging or avoiding, he slammed his fist, imbued with the fury of thunder, directly at the tip of Uncle Nine's sword.

"What?! Thunder Magic?!"

"ah??!"

Uncle Nine's pupils shrank sharply, his face filled with horror.

With a deafening roar, Thunder Fist and the sword tip collided heavily.

The violent lightning power spread wildly along the magic sword. Uncle Nine felt a tingling numbness in his entire right arm, and the enormous recoil force pushed him backward for two zhang, his shoes carving two deep furrows in the ground.

He looked down at his slightly trembling right hand, then looked up at Lin Xuan, who was surrounded by lightning and completely unharmed, and stood there completely stunned.