Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

The blood sword hovered a foot in front of Xiao Xuan, as if there were an invisible wall blocking it out.

"I didn't expect that after all these years, your personality is still as irritable as ever!" Xiao Xuan said calmly, his hands behind his back.

"Hmph! Is that so?" Leng Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly.

She then waved her left hand again.

The other four sword peaks began to shake at the same time.

Four beams of sword light of different colors burst forth from the four mountain peaks, and at the same time, the blood-red longsword flew directly into the sky.

"I hope you can withstand this move unscathed!" Leng Wushuang sneered, gently pointing her finger at Xia Xuan's position.

Five swords, each wielding a distinct sword intent, simultaneously slashed down at Xiao Xuan from different directions!

Shen Jinghan, who was hundreds of meters away, was terrified. Xia Jin, who was beside him, was equally alarmed. He had even begun to awaken the broken Eastern Emperor Bell in his sea of ​​consciousness, intending to save his own life if things went wrong.

"Junior Brother Xia, do you think Master can withstand it?!" Before anyone knew it, Shen Jinghan's figure had appeared dozens of meters behind Xia Jin, almost standing with the disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect who were rushing over from behind.

"Master dared to come to this Glazed Sword Sect, so it must be because... Senior Brother Shen, you..." Xia Jin said after a moment of silence, but he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Where is Shen Jinghan?

"I... damn it!!" Xia Jin suddenly turned her head and looked at Shen Jinghan, who seemed somewhat out of place among the group of female sword cultivators from the Glazed Sword Sect. She couldn't help but cover her forehead.

But despite his words, he was quick to act and instantly stood among the group of female sword cultivators.

And so, Shen Jinghan and Xia Jin, the two uninvited guests, shamelessly ignored the strange looks from the group of female sword cultivators beside them and watched with serious expressions how Xiao Xuan would break the deadlock.

"These two brats!!" Although Xiao Xuan's attention was focused on the five longswords that were about to fall on him, he naturally caught a glimpse of Xia Jin and Shen Jinghan's little actions out of the corner of his eye, and immediately cursed inwardly.

But he quickly regained his composure, and as he took a deep breath, the strange force field around him grew stronger and stronger.

"Hmph! Playing tricks!" Leng Wushuang's eyes grew increasingly cold as she stared at Xiao Xuan, who remained motionless. "Kill him!!"

With a sharp shout, the five longswords fell directly down on Xiao Xuan's head.

Even with Leng Wushuang's ability to restrain herself, the powerful sword energy still forced the female disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect to retreat dozens of meters.

"As expected of the Glazed Sword Sect, which is on par with the Cloud Academy. This woman must be their sect leader. With such strength, I wonder when I will be able to catch up! It's a pity that I don't know when the new round of missions on the system will be triggered." Xia Jin sighed, but his heart was also filled with complicated feelings.

"Junior brother! Are you scared out of your wits? Why don't you get away from here?" Xia Jin was stunned when Shen Jinghan grabbed her arm and dragged her backward.

As the two were talking, the five swords came crashing down, and the terrifying sword energy instantly created a huge shockwave, causing almost everyone to squint their eyes.

As the dust settled, everyone's eyes were fixed on Xiao Xuan's direction.

"That old man...could he have been completely annihilated by the sect leader's sword strike?"

"Judging from the guy's appearance, he must have known the sect leader before, so his strength shouldn't be this weak!" Xia Jin heard the faint whispers of several disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect, which made him frown.

But Leng Wushuang, one of the main characters, had a completely different expression.

Because she knew very well that her five longswords were hovering in front of Xiao Xuan, with the tips less than a foot away from his body, but they could not go any further.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe it!!" A flash of anger appeared in her eyes, and a golden light flashed wildly between her two fingers. The sword light of the five swords surged, and their momentum was even stronger than before.

But the result remained unchanged; the five swords still could not advance an inch.

Xiao Xuan glanced at Leng Wushuang.

"You can't hurt me," he said calmly, his voice full of confidence.

Leng Wushuang's hand paused slightly.

She stared intently at the strange force field in front of Xiao Xuan, a look of disbelief gradually appearing in her eyes.

"you......"

"I never imagined... your Myriad Combinations Technique would reach this point?! Just how many techniques have you fused together?"

Xiao Xuan stood with his hands behind his back. He looked up at Leng Wushuang, his eyes showing no smugness, but rather a sense of solemnity.

"You're quite good. I didn't expect that you would have already reached the Great Power Realm over the years."

"It's a pity that your sword heart is not pure enough. If you could discard distractions and focus solely on the sword, with your talent, your achievements would be far greater than what you have achieved so far."

If anyone else had said these words, Leng Wushuang would have ignored them. But since they came from Xiao Xuan's mouth, the resentment and unwillingness that had been building up in her chest for many years surged up in an instant.

"Hmph." Leng Wushuang sneered, her eyes growing even colder. "Xiao Xuan, you make it sound so easy."

With a wave of her right hand, the five longswords transformed into five streaks of light and instantly flew back to the mountain peaks.

"Do you think I wanted to sit in this position of sect leader of the Glazed Sword Sect?" Her voice suddenly rose. "Originally, this position belonged to my senior sister! To my senior sister, Liu San Niang!"

"If she hadn't saved you, hadn't shielded you from that calamity, how could her soul have been shattered? How could she have lay in that ice coffin for hundreds of years?!"

"Hmph! In the end, I, the sect leader, had no choice but to take over this mess!"

As she spoke, her eyes were already slightly red.

"How many things have you had to manage within the sect over the years?"

"I cannot single-mindedly cultivate the sword. If I were free from these entanglements, if I could cultivate with the same undivided focus as you, you might not be standing here lecturing me like this today!"

Xiao Xuan listened quietly to Leng Wushuang's accusations, without a trace of anger on his face. Instead, his gaze softened, even carrying a hint of undisguised guilt.

"You're right," Xiao Xuan said in a low voice. "I do owe this to your Glazed Sword Sect, and even more so to Third Sister."

"If it weren't for me, Third Sister wouldn't have been lying in that ice coffin for hundreds of years."

Looking at him like this, Leng Wushuang's anger inexplicably subsided a bit. She opened her mouth, wanting to say a few more harsh words, but found herself unable to utter a sound.

Seeing that her emotions were gradually calming down, Xiao Xuan raised his head, looked directly at her, and said, word by word, "I came to the Glazed Sword Sect today not to argue with you."

"I have come today to awaken Third Sister."

Leng Wushuang's pupils contracted sharply, and her voice trembled slightly: "You... what did you say?"

She took a sudden step forward, grabbed Xiao Xuan's collar, and stared intently at him. "You found the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Grass?! You really found the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Grass?!"

Xiao Xuan did not dodge, but simply nodded slightly.

Leng Wushuang's hands began to tremble, and a thin layer of mist welled up in her usually cold and stern eyes.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself, but her trembling fingertips betrayed her inner excitement. She suddenly raised her head and grabbed Xiao Xuan's wrist.

"Follow me!"

Before she finished speaking, her figure transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the back mountain of the Glazed Sword Sect. Xiao Xuan did not resist, letting her pull him along, and the two figures disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

In front of the mountain gate, a group of female disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

Xia Jin and Shen Jinghan felt rather awkward.

......

On the other side, Leng Wushuang dragged Xiao Xuan along at a rapid pace, directly entering a cave.

"Come in," Leng Wushuang said calmly, stepping inside first.

Xiao Xuan followed behind her and soon saw a pure white ice coffin not far away.

Xiao Xuan's steps came to a complete halt the moment he saw the ice coffin.

He stood there, tears welling up in his eyes, and they streamed down his face without him even realizing it.

Inside the ice coffin, a beautiful woman lay quietly with her hands folded in front of her abdomen, as if she were simply asleep.

But Xiao Xuan knew that she had been "sleeping" like this for hundreds of years.

"Third Sister..."