I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

Zhenbei Palace.

Above the secret chamber, the nine-colored divine light that had enveloped Chu Qingge slowly dissipated.

A stunningly beautiful figure floated silently in mid-air.

She was still wearing that simple white dress, her long black hair flowing in the wind, but her entire demeanor had undergone a dramatic change.

Between the opening and closing of those clear, cold phoenix eyes, it seemed as if countless sword lights were being born and dying; a casual glance carried a sharpness capable of slicing through the void.

Her skin was more translucent than ever before, as if it were not flesh and blood, but a peerless divine sword carved from the most perfect jade in the world.

boom!

A terrifying aura, far surpassing that of the Golden Core Realm, erupted from her body and surged ever higher!

Nascent Soul Stage 1!

Second stage of Nascent Soul!

……

In the end, that aura steadily settled at the peak of the fifth level of the Nascent Soul Realm!

Rebirth from the ashes, destruction followed by creation!

Not only did Chu Qingge's soul fully recover, but also, driven by the awakening of her innate sword body, she broke through the barrier between mortal and spiritual martial arts, crossing the four realms of Foundation Establishment, Spirit Gathering, Purple Mansion, and Golden Core, directly achieving the Nascent Soul stage!

"Such...such powerful sword intent!"

In the courtyard, Bai Zijun, a former master swordsman, felt a sense of oppression emanating from his very soul. His intact left arm clenched involuntarily, as if he wanted to draw his sword, yet he could not muster any fighting spirit.

"This...this is actually an innate sword body!" Mo Qiubai and Li Shan were both dumbfounded, their minds blank.

"Hahaha! The revival of my Heavenly Sword Sect is in sight! Revival is in sight!" The Heavenly Sword Mountain Ancestor was so excited that he trembled all over, tears streaming down his face. He wished he could kneel down immediately to thank his ancestors.

Chu Qingge slowly opened her eyes, feeling the unprecedentedly powerful force within her body, as well as the wondrous feeling of being in sync with the myriad swords of heaven and earth. A look of shock appeared on her usually cold face.

Ignoring the strange phenomenon of ten thousand swords outside, her phoenix eyes darted around, and the first thing she looked for was the figure that haunted her dreams.

When she saw Chu Feng standing not far away, looking at her with a gratified smile, her heart, which had become as still as a well because of the power, was instantly stirred.

She swayed and was about to land next to Chu Feng.

However, at that moment...

A white figure appeared without warning above the Prince's Palace.

The newcomer was a middle-aged scholar dressed in a moon-white robe, with a refined and elegant appearance. He held an ancient book in his hand and exuded a mysterious aura that was in harmony with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

As soon as he appeared, Mo Qiubai's face darkened, and he stepped forward, blocking Chu Qingge and the other man.

"Tianyan Palace, Han Li!" Mo Qiubai's voice was unusually solemn. "What brings you here?"

"Dean Mo, how have you been?"

The middle-aged scholar known as Han Li smiled slightly, but his gaze passed over Mo Qiubai and he looked at Chu Qingge with great interest, praising, "Tsk tsk, an innate sword physique, one in ten thousand ages. I never thought that such a barren northern wilderness could produce two peerless geniuses in succession."

He changed the subject, looking at Mo Qiubai with a playful smile: "What? Dean Mo, is it not enough that your Cangxuan Academy has already obtained a Nine-Turn Golden Core with divine talent? Now, you even want to take this one and only sword dao divine embryo of all time into your possession? Isn't your appetite a bit too big?"

"My sister will not join your Tianyan Palace."

A lazy voice came from below.

Chu Feng walked out slowly, his hands tucked into his sleeves. He looked up at Han Li with a half-smile on his lips.

Han Li frowned slightly, looked down, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

A mere Nascent Soul Realm Level 1 dares to interrupt?

His expression turned cold: "Who are you?"

Chu Feng sneered and said, "Your Tianyan Palace, weren't you keen on killing me? You even sent the four major sects, and now you don't even know who I am?"

Upon hearing this, Han Li's smile instantly froze!

His pupils constricted sharply as he stared intently at Chu Feng: "You...you're Chu Feng?!"

"Looks like you're not too stupid after all." Chu Feng shrugged.

Han Li's expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

The ambush failed, and now the real culprit is right in front of them, and in front of Mo Qiubai, they've exposed this whole thing!

A chilling killing intent flashed across his eyes.

However, he didn't have time to make a move.

A killing intent, colder and sharper than his own, suddenly locked onto him!

"You dare to hurt Xiaofeng?"

Chu Qingge's clear, cold voice echoed between heaven and earth.

She didn't know anything about the Heavenly Evolution Palace, nor did she know what had happened, but she heard it clearly: this person wanted to kill his own brother!

The moment the words fell, the thousands of swords suspended above the capital city seemed to receive the queen's command and unleashed a deafening sword cry!

The next second, the torrent of swords moved!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

Tens of thousands of longswords transformed into an impenetrable rain of death swords, tearing through the sky with earth-shattering power, descending upon Han Li!

"presumptuous!"

Han Li's expression changed drastically. He never expected that this woman would attack him without a word!

He suddenly swung the book in his hand, and a screen of righteous energy composed of countless runes instantly enveloped him.

Boom boom boom boom—!

The rain of swords slammed into the light screen, unleashing a deafening roar.

The light screen trembled violently, emitting mournful cries of unbearable strain, and fine cracks appeared on its surface.

Han Li, inside the light screen, was shaken so badly that his blood and qi surged, and his face turned pale and then red.

A murderous glint of shock and rage flashed in his eyes!

A mere young girl who has just awakened to her true nature has managed to drive him into such a wretched situation!

This woman must not be allowed to live!

"Break it!"

He roared, and the terrifying aura of the Profound Realm erupted. The righteous energy barrier exploded, sending countless longswords flying.

He moved with lightning speed, determined to eliminate Chu Qingge, this enormous threat, at all costs!

"Your opponent is me!"

Mo Qiubai's figure followed him like a shadow, blocking his way. With a flick of his finger, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered into a huge "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress") character, which pressed down on him.

The two instantly engaged in fierce combat.

And just then...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One after another, powerful auras descended upon the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

"Hahaha, the Innate Sword Body has been born! The martial arts families of Leizhou have come to offer our congratulations!"

"Such a prodigy in swordsmanship should be placed in the Yun family of Yunzhou to receive the best nurturing!"

"Get out of my way! This woman is for the Zhongzhou Huangji Sect!"

The newcomers were all powerful figures from the top forces of the Nine Provinces Continent. They were all at the Transcendent Realm or even the Formless Realm. At this moment, their eyes were filled with undisguised fervor and greed as they looked at Chu Qingge.

For a time, the entire Zhenbei Prince's Mansion became a coveted prize for various forces, and the atmosphere was tense and fraught with danger.

Just as everyone was arguing and even preparing to fight,

"Sizzle—!"

A sharp, tearing sound rang out.

The space above the Prince's mansion was torn open by an incomparably brute force, creating a huge gash.

An elderly man dressed in a blue robe with a sword, his hair and beard all white, but his face as resolute as a middle-aged man, stepped out from among them.

As soon as he appeared, an overwhelming and domineering sword aura enveloped the entire area like Mount Tai pressing down!

Under this oppressive force, all the powerful figures present felt a chill run down their spines, as if an invisible sword had been placed over their necks!

"Lingxu Sword Sect, Supreme Elder, Jian Wuya!"

Han Li, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Mo Qiubai, gasped in shock the moment he saw the newcomer's face, his eyes filled with horror and fear.

Sword Without End!

Upon hearing this name, all the powerful figures from various states who had come to vie for it paled in shock and gasped in astonishment.

This is the true old monster of Lingxu Sword Sect, the holy land of swordsmanship in Qingzhou. It is said that his cultivation has long surpassed the Wuxiang realm and reached an inconceivable level. His swordsmanship is divine, and he once had the infamous reputation of annihilating a first-class sect with a single sword!

Why would he come in person?!

Ignoring the shock of the crowd, Jian Wuyai's sharp, hawk-like eyes were fixed on Chu Qingge, his face revealing undisguised appreciation and satisfaction.

"Excellent! What a fine innate sword physique! Little girl, would you be willing to join my Lingxu Sword Sect and become my disciple?"

His voice carried an undeniable domineering quality.

"Lingxu Sword Sect? Are they very strong?"

In the dead silence, Chu Feng's muttering, tinged with curiosity, sounded particularly abrupt.

Mo Qiubai, who was confronting Han Li, almost stumbled and fell off the sky when he heard these words.

He quickly transmitted his voice, explaining as fast as he could: "Strong? In the entire Nine Provinces, when it comes to swordsmanship, if the Lingxu Sword Sect claims to be second, no one dares to claim to be first! This Jian Wuyai is the pinnacle of swordsmanship, an ancient monster who has lived for thousands of years!"

Just then.

The spatial rift torn apart by Jian Wuyai has not yet healed.

A cold snort filled with endless arrogance and contempt slowly echoed from the depths of the dark crack.

"Heh, a bunch of ants from the lower realms dare to lay their hands on a true innate sword body?"