Mortal Cultivation: Starting from Hiding in the Cultivation Techniques Pavilion

The longsword in Tu Qian's hand suddenly trembled, and a layer of crimson light appeared on the blade!

The light, like a burning flame, leaped and swirled on the blade, and the surrounding air became scorching hot in that instant.

Even from several meters away, Su Xiaoyuan could feel the wave of heat hitting her face.

The true Blazing Sword Technique!

The inherited sword technique of Guiyuan Peak, combined with Tu Qian's own fire-attribute spiritual root, complements each other perfectly, greatly increasing its power!

Tu Qian unleashed a sword strike!

A crimson sword aura detached from the sword, like a burning crescent moon, and hurtled towards Su Xiaoyuan!

Wherever the sword energy passed, the blue bricks on the ground were scorched black and cracked by the high temperature, and a burnt smell filled the air.

Su Xiaoyuan dared not take the attack head-on, and quickly used the Qingfeng Technique to dodge to the side.

The sword energy grazed past his body and struck the magic array light barrier at the edge of the arena with a loud bang. The light barrier shook violently for a few moments before stabilizing again.

Before Su Xiaoyuan could even regain her footing, Tu Qian's second sword strike had already landed.

Then came the third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword...

One crimson sword aura after another poured down on Su Xiaoyuan like a storm!

Tu Qian's swordplay was wide and sweeping, each strike carrying destructive power, giving him no chance to get close.

Only then did the training ground begin to display some of the battle scenes that cultivators should have!

The disciples on the high platform exclaimed in unison!

Fire-attribute sword energy is inherently highly lethal, and when unleashed by Tu Qian, it resembles a long fire dragon with a fierce attack!

Su Xiaoyuan dodged and weaved amidst the overwhelming sword energy, pushing the Qingfeng Technique to its limit. Her figure moved like a willow catkin in the wind, darting left and right, unpredictable and elusive.

But the area covered by those sword energies was simply too wide. He could dodge one, but not the second; he could dodge the second, but not the third.

"Sizzle—"

He picked up the cloth that had brushed against his left arm, tearing a gash in his sleeve. His skin burned painfully, but the chaotic spiritual energy swept over it, and the pain disappeared.

Su Xiaoyuan gasped, the intense pain causing him to pause slightly.

This meal gave Tu Qian his opportunity.

A glint flashed in Tu Qian's eyes, and he suddenly charged forward, his long sword wreathed in blazing flames, aiming straight for Su Xiaoyuan's heart!

This sword strike was swift and ruthless, sealing off all of Su Xiaoyuan's possible evasion routes!

Su Xiaoyuan's pupils contracted. Without thinking, she instinctively held the black stick horizontally in front of her chest and fully activated the chaotic spiritual energy within her body, injecting it into the black stick!

"boom--!!"

A loud, explosive sound rang out!

A violent burst of fiery spiritual energy erupted from the sword, surging towards Su Xiaoyuan like a flood bursting its banks!

Su Xiaoyuan felt a tightness in her chest, and was thrown backward by the huge impact, crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his mouth, but he swallowed it back down.

The black stick slipped from his hand and rolled to the side, making a series of crisp clanging sounds.

The entire audience erupted in uproar. Was Su Xiaoyuan, this dark horse, about to be defeated by Tu Qian?

Inside the magic circle, Tu Qian did not continue the pursuit.

He sheathed his sword, stood still, and looked calmly at Su Xiaoyuan, who was lying on the edge of the arena: "You lost."

Su Xiaoyuan lay on the edge of the ring, panting heavily.

His sleeves were torn to shreds by Tu Qian's sword energy, his chest burned with pain, and the spiritual energy within his body was also thrown into chaos by that attack.

He glanced at the stands; all the people he recognized were there…

Guo Zhanyuan, Meng Hao, and everyone from the Yanfu Society stood up involuntarily.

Even Liu Yiyi was gripping the railing tightly, her eyes filled with anxiety...

He gave a wry smile.

Throughout all these years, I have always adhered to the philosophy of "survival of the fittest".

In the world of cultivation, as long as one can survive, there are endless possibilities.

He never caused trouble, never stood out, never fought with anyone, and his first reaction to danger was to run.

He has never risked his life for anything.

But ever since he got the system, his mindset has changed. He realized that cultivation is all about striving!

Struggle with people, struggle with the land, struggle with the heavens!

Cultivation is inherently defying the will of Heaven; without a courageous and diligent mindset, one will be inferior to others. Even when opportunity presents itself, one must seize it with all one's might! Only in this way can one live up to the opportunities bestowed upon them by Heaven!

Right now, this opportunity is just one step away!

Having defeated Tu Qian before him, secured first place in the mid-stage Qi Refining faction, and earned the qualification to enter the Sealed Demon Valley, how could he possibly give up now?

Su Xiaoyuan bent down and slowly picked up the black stick that had rolled to the side.

The black stick came into his hand, its cool touch calming him slightly with its familiar weight.

He leaned on his black cane, slowly straightened up, looked at Tu Qian, grinned, and a trace of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you for showing mercy, Senior Brother Tu."

"But I also have a move that I would like to ask you to teach me, senior brother."

Tu Qian raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on his face. He had thought that the previous sword strike was enough to decide the outcome, but he hadn't expected Su Xiaoyuan to be able to stand up and continue.

He looked at Su Xiaoyuan carefully, and after confirming that he wasn't just putting on a brave face, he nodded and gripped the longsword in his hand tightly again.

"Junior brother, please!"

Holding the staff in her hand, Su Xiaoyuan took a deep breath and deliberately raised her voice so that everyone could hear: "This is a martial arts technique that my junior brother derived from a martial arts manual. It doesn't have a name yet. I'm bringing it out to spar with Senior Brother Tu today, and I hope Senior Brother can give me some pointers."

As soon as the words were spoken, the peak masters on the high platform were simultaneously shocked.

A self-created martial arts technique?!

The peak masters exchanged a glance. What did that mean?

This disciple can actually develop and evolve cultivation techniques?! With only the fifth level of Qi Refining cultivation, he possesses such comprehension?!

A glint of light flashed in Fang Baichuan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

He was right about him.

So far, the only ones in the entire Nine Profound Sect who have been able to create their own unique techniques based on traditional methods are the various peak masters and the first-generation disciple Qingyi.

Within the magic array, Su Xiaoyuan's aura deepened, and she seemed to merge with the black staff in her hand.

Previously, when he forcibly used the Nine Revolutions in One technique in a small training ground, his meridians were damaged by the shock.

Since then, Su Xiaoyuan has been thinking about how to break the deadlock. She finally learned a powerful martial art but couldn't use it, which was like entering a treasure mountain and returning empty-handed.

How could he use this move as his trump card without it backfiring? He pondered this for a long time.

The original technique requires nine streams of energy to be released simultaneously in the same instant, like nine torrents pouring into a narrow stream at the same time.

He naturally couldn't withstand such a sudden overload of spiritual energy.

But it doesn't necessarily have to be a nine-turn fusion, right?

He attempted to divide the nine methods into three groups.

Sinking Force Group, Swift Force Group, and Hard Force Group.

He no longer pursued the simultaneous explosion of nine forces, but instead practiced the sequential superposition of three forces within a single group.

Point, flick, sweep... This is the dragon probing its claws, swinging its tail, and breaking through the waves! It is called Swift Force!

Su Xiaoyuan slowly opened her eyes.