My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

The blue light on the sword flowed erratically, casting a faint blue hue on his face.

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.

The sword trembled slightly in his hand, as if in response.

Then he raised his left hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and gently stroked the blade.

A golden-red light flowed from his fingertips, like water, from the hilt to the tip of the sword, staining the entire sword.

The light lingered on the sword for a moment, then seeped in and disappeared.

The sword was still the same sword, but Yun Songzi felt that it was different.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what was different, but he felt that the sword possessed an indescribable aura.

But... he couldn't find the words to describe it.

Ye Qingfeng handed the sword to Lü Yang.

"Take it."

Lü Yang took the sword.

He trembled as soon as he held the sword.

The sword seemed to come alive, pressed against his palm, as if it were breathing.

He could sense a power within the sword, but it wasn't the Qi he cultivated; it was something else entirely.

"Immortal Master, this..."

Ye Qingfeng looked at him calmly: "You can. Go ahead."

Just these few words.

There was no explanation, no guarantee, just "you can".

Lu Yang looked into Ye Qingfeng's eyes. There was no hesitation or worry in those eyes, only a reassuring calm.

He took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of his sword, and turned to walk towards the courtyard gate.

Shen Zhaoyue leaned against the doorframe, watching Lü Yang's retreating figure, and suddenly spoke up: "Immortal Master, shall I go over too?"

Ye Qingfeng shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips: "No need."

Shen Zhaoyue didn't say anything more, but just watched Lü Yang walk out of the courtyard gate and disappear into the alley.

He wasn't acting recklessly. As for why he didn't personally deal with the bear demon, it was because he wanted to confirm an idea in his mind.

As Lü Yang walked out of the courtyard gate, his heart was still pounding.

He had never even seen a bear demon with a hundred years of cultivation before, how could he possibly fight it?

But when he looked down at the sword in his hand, he saw that the blade was azure, the edge was sharp, and the hilt still retained the warmth of the immortal master's fingertips.

If the immortal master says it's okay, then it's okay.

He didn't believe in himself, but he believed in the immortal master.

He walked along the alley towards the village gate.

He had only taken a few steps when the sword in his hand suddenly trembled.

The sword emitted a clear ringing sound, not loud, but Lü Yang heard it clearly.

Then he felt a surge of power flowing in from the hilt of the sword, up his arm, to his shoulder, to his chest, and throughout his entire body.

His body wouldn't obey him anymore.

He wasn't being controlled; the sword was leading him.

"Hey hey hey—"

Before he could react, his feet were already off the ground.

The sword carried him, flying up from the alley, over rooftops, over treetops, and towards the village gate.

The wind whistled past his ears, making his hair fly wildly and his clothes flutter.

He looked down and saw the village at his feet; the houses looked like building blocks, the alleys like thin lines, and the people like ants.

Lu Yang's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to explode.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement.

He is flying.

He really is flying.

Sword control technique, the legendary sword control technique.

He had read about it in books and dreamed about it before, but he never thought that he would actually be able to fly one day.

The wind whistled past my ears, like it was singing.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, the blade supporting him steadily without wobbling or shaking.

The immortal master is truly powerful!

......

The five warriors kept fighting the bear demon.

Suddenly, the bear moved again.

This time, instead of waving its claws, it stomped the ground violently.

"Thump—!"

The ground trembled violently, and a yellowish-brown wave spread out from beneath its feet, ripples spreading outwards.

The wave swept over the five martial artists, and their bodies suddenly felt heavy, as if they were being pressed down by something.

My legs felt heavy, my hands felt heavy, even my breathing became heavy.

This is the bear's innate supernatural power—Earthbinding.

Within its range of supernatural power, the weight of all living beings will increase exponentially, and their speed will decrease drastically.

Zhao Tieshan gritted his teeth, trying to move, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and every step required all his strength.

The other four weren't much better off; their movements slowed down, as if they were swimming in mud.

The bear's eyes were fixed on them.

It selected its target—the martial artist in the mid-stage of the blood transfusion process.

It rushed towards him, opened its mouth wide, revealing its gleaming white teeth.

The martial artist's face turned deathly pale. He tried to dodge, but his body was too heavy to move at all.

He closed his eyes.

"Bang--!"

A knife flew over and hit the martial artist on the back.

It's not the blade, it's the back of the blade.

Zhao Tieshan threw his knife; he was too far away to rush over, so this was the only way he could do it.

The martial artist, who was in the mid-stage of the Blood Transformation Realm, was sent flying and crashed to the side of the road. He rolled twice, coughed up blood, but he was still alive.

The bear was enraged.

It ignored the martial artist in the mid-stage of the Blood Transformation Realm and turned its head to stare at Zhao Tieshan.

Its eyes turned even redder, and the bloodshot line in its pupils trembled violently. It charged towards Zhao Tieshan.

Zhao Tieshan tried to dodge, but his body was too heavy, and the Earth Binding technique was still active.

He could only watch helplessly as the bear drew closer and closer.

The bear raised its paws, its five sharp claws gleaming coldly.

Zhao Tieshan knew he couldn't escape it.

He didn't close his eyes, but just stared at the bear, waiting for the claw to fall.

In the village, countless eyes were watching from behind the cracks in the doors.

Some people covered their mouths, some turned their heads away, and some closed their eyes.

Just as the claw was about to strike, a voice came from not far away.

"You beast, how dare you!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

It was like a thunderclap, exploding in the village.

As Lü Yang fell from the sky, the wind whistled in his ears, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

He gripped the hilt of the sword, which held him firmly in place, without swaying or shaking.

The village gate drew closer, and so did the bear.

He saw the bear's eyes—a dark red, with a thin line of blood in the pupil, as if splitting the eye in two.

It is raising one of its front paws and about to swat at a person.

That person is Zhao Tieshan.

The captain of the guards, late stage of the Blood Exchange Realm.

He was covered in wounds, his clothes were torn, and his knife was dull, but he stood there without retreating.

Behind him was the village gate, and behind the gate was his home.

The bear's paws came down, whistling through the air, carrying the shadow of death.

Zhao Tieshan closed his eyes.

"You beast, how dare you!"

Lü Yang didn't know how he managed to shout that.

But the sound was so loud that it echoed throughout the entire valley.

So big that the bear's paws stopped in mid-air.

The sound was so loud that everyone, from Zhao Tieshan suddenly opening his eyes to those in the village peeking through the cracks in the doors, heard it.

Lü Yang brandished his sword.

He had never learned swordsmanship, so he didn't know how to wield this sword.

But the sword in his hand knew.

The sword, guided by his hand, drew an arc.