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

The arc was not complicated; it was just a simple slash from the upper right to the lower left.

But when the sword light surged from the tip of the sword, everything changed.

That sword light wasn't just one beam, it was an entire sliver.

Like a waterfall, like the Milky Way, it cascades down from the sky, carrying azure light that illuminates the valley in the twilight.

It struck the bear in the chest, sending the bear flying backward.

The three-story-high body was uprooted like a small mountain and crashed to the ground, causing the ground to tremble violently, dust to fly, and gravel to scatter.

The entrance to the village was deathly silent.

Zhao Tieshan stood there, his hand still in the position of holding the knife, but he forgot to swing it.

His eyes were fixed on the fallen bear, and then on the young man standing in front of him.

He recognized the young man; he was a guest staying at A Luo's house. His surname was Lü, and he was talkative, always smiling, and didn't seem to have any special skills.

But at this moment, he held a deep blue sword in his hand, the blue light on the blade flowing erratically.

His clothes fluttered in the wind, and his hair was loose over his shoulders, making him look like someone who had stepped out of a painting.

Sun Dayong's mouth was open, and he forgot to close it.

Qian Laosan opened his squinted eyes, staring wide-eyed like copper bells.

Liu Heizi's knife fell to the ground, and he forgot to pick it up.

Zhou Xiaoqi, being young, blurted out, "Control... Controlling Sword Technique?!"

Many more people looked shocked when they saw the ribbon of light.

Lü Yang saw the expressions on these people's faces.

His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement.

He saw the heads peeking out from the crack in the door, the wide-open eyes, and the gaping mouths.

A strange feeling welled up inside him.

It wasn't smugness, it wasn't pride, it was...feeling good.

It was like finally exhaling a breath that had been held in for a long time. It was like finally getting something that had been waiting for a long time.

He recalled the stoic demeanor of the immortal master each time he made a move, and the way those people knelt on the ground shouting "immortal!"

So that's how it is, so that's what it feels like.

My scalp tingled, and all the hairs on my body stood on end, the numbness spreading from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.

Is this what they call a public display of divine power?

Is this what the daily life of a celestial master is like?

So cool.

His lips unconsciously curled up, and his eyes shone like stars.

"roar--!"

The bear got up from the ground.

A wound was cleaved in its chest by the sword light, the fur was torn open, revealing the flesh and blood inside.

Blood flowed from the wound, dripping onto the ground with a hissing sound.

Its eyes turned even redder, and the bloodline in its pupils trembled violently.

It stared at Lü Yang, opened its mouth, and revealed its gleaming white teeth.

Lu Yang's smile froze.

The bear was three times taller and five times wider than him.

Its claws were bigger than its head, and its teeth were longer than its fingers.

It looked at him as if he were a piece of meat.

His legs started to shake.

"Watch out!" Zhao Tieshan shouted.

The bear moved.

It stopped banging on the door and ignored the five martial artists at the Blood Exchange Realm; its eyes were fixed on Lü Yang.

It charged at him, its hooves flying, the ground trembling, and gravel bouncing.

Lü Yang wanted to run away.

But his legs wouldn't obey him; they weren't frozen in place, they just went limp.

He gripped the sword, which trembled, and so did he.

Just then, a voice rang in his ears.

"Focus on the supernatural power, don't get distracted. Learn how to use this sword."

The voice was neither loud nor soft, but rather calm and even, as if someone were speaking in your ear.

He is a celestial master.

The immortal master's voice came from the courtyard and landed clearly in his ears.

Lü Yang took a deep breath.

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, trying to stop thinking about those messy things.

The immortal master is right, don't get distracted.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

The sword trembled slightly in his hand, as if to say: Are you ready?

The bear had already charged at us.

Its claws were raised, and its five sharp nails gleamed coldly.

Lü Yang did not dodge.

He knew he couldn't dodge, and he didn't need to. The sword would carry him along.

Sure enough, his foot moved on its own.

It wasn't him moving; it was the sword that was moving him.

He took a step to the left, just managing to dodge the claw.

The bear's paws brushed past his clothes, grabbing at the air with a "whoosh".

Then the sword, carrying his hand, swept upwards.

A flash of sword light, and a gash appeared on the bear's other paw, splattering blood.

The sword moved him again, flashing to the right and then thrusting forward.

The sword tip pierced the bear's abdomen, penetrating half an inch, and then was quickly pulled out.

The bear, in pain, took two steps back.

It looked down at its wound, then looked up at Lü Yang.

For the first time, confusion appeared in its eyes.

It couldn't understand why these same little things suddenly became so fast and accurate.

Lü Yang didn't understand either.

He simply gripped the sword, letting it carry him.

He felt as if he were sitting on a boat, sailing through the waves, and all he had to do was hold the oars tightly.

He thrusts when the sword pierces; he slashes when the sword cleaves; he dodges when the sword flashes.

His body no longer belonged to him; it belonged to the sword.

The sword was teaching him how to use it.

Zhao Tieshan stood behind, watching the young man's back, the azure sword, and the bear demon with a hundred years of cultivation being forced back by the sword strike.

Only one thought occupied his mind: What kind of sword technique is this?

He had never seen such swordsmanship before.

There are no set patterns, no specific moves; every sword strike is different, yet every strike is perfectly timed.

When the bear swings its claws, the sword stabs its elbow; when the bear opens its mouth, the sword slices its nose; when the bear charges, the sword touches its brow.

The sword seemed to have eyes and a brain, knowing what the bear was going to do, and was waiting there in advance.

Sun Dayong murmured, "It's not a person wielding a sword, it's the sword wielding it..."

Qian Laosan squinted, his voice tense: "Sword control technique, this is the real sword control technique."

Liu Heizi didn't say anything; he just stared, his eyes unblinking.

Gradually, some images flashed through Lü Yang's mind.

Those images are from a secret manual I once obtained—the Qingping Sword Technique, first move, second move, and third move.

Every move was crystal clear, as if it were constantly swirling in his mind.

His body was still moving, the sword guiding him to dodge, attack, and parry.

But his hands started to move on their own.

It wasn't the sword that carried him; it was him who followed the sword, and then he and the sword became one.

His fingers gripped the hilt of the sword tightly; it was no longer the sword that carried him as he swung it, but he swung it himself.

The sword techniques he used were still somewhat clumsy, but they were his own.

......

The elder, leaning on his cane, walked very quickly.

Zhao Dazhu followed behind, almost having to jog to catch up.

He didn't understand why his father didn't invite Lin Wusheng, but instead went to find that Taoist priest who was staying there.

Admittedly, this Taoist priest does have real skills, but he is not from the village and is very likely not to help.

Moreover, he felt in his heart that Lin Wusheng was more capable, and if there were any external enemies, it would be better for Lin Wusheng to step forward and deal with them.