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In just a few days, he had thoroughly mastered the intricacies of the Divine Blade Slash.

Wang Qi sheathed his sword, the blade returning to its original position, the soft hum gradually subsiding. He lowered his gaze to the curved blade in his palm, slowly exhaling a long breath, his expression calm.

"Indeed, with a sufficient foundation, one can quickly master any technique."

He muttered to himself that the triple blessing of a divine soul at the Yang God level, a physical body tempered to the heavens, and a Dao foundation of supreme being made him far superior to ordinary people in comprehending martial arts, supernatural powers, and refining "weapons".

"This sword technique is extremely complex. First, you must master ten thousand moves, and then unify them into a single strike. The approach is correct. In future battles, the intricate variations will confuse your opponent. Then, you can concentrate all your sword intent into a single strike, which will be the ultimate kill."

……

When it became difficult for Wang Qi to concentrate on his cultivation, he would temporarily stop and immerse his consciousness in the Multiverse Chat Group. He would pass the time by chatting and joking with the people in the group, thus relieving his tense mind.

The chat group was unusually lively at the moment, with messages flooding the screen one after another. Everyone's criticism was directed at Han Li, with every sentence being a joke and a collective verbal attack.

[Zhang Chulan: Han Li, you've been hiding your true colors for too long! You always seem so quiet and unassuming, I never expected you to be so dishonest!]

[Lu Mingfei: Yeah, I never expected Brother Han to be this kind of person!]

[Xiao Yan: Actually, it's quite normal for Fellow Daoist Han to do this, after all, Nangong Wan should have been his wife!]

[Luo Ji: I also think Fellow Daoist Han didn't do anything wrong. When I first met my lover, I also felt a great sense of closeness to her!]

Seeing everyone in the chat group teasing Han Li, Wang Qi couldn't help but smile.

Han Li had previously said he was going to find some pills suitable for Nascent Soul cultivators, so he left the Falling Cloud Sect.

After that, there were very few bubbles.

A few days ago, during a casual chat in the group, everyone talked about sect conflicts and cultivation experiences. Han Li inadvertently mentioned that he was about to have a conflict with a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The crowd immediately became interested and started making a fuss. After repeated requests, Han Li had no choice but to start a live broadcast so that everyone could witness the events firsthand.

It was this live stream that allowed everyone in the group to understand the whole story.

Only then did everyone realize that Han Li had already quietly entered the territory of the Hidden Moon Sect, and the root of this conflict was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator who deliberately came to the Hidden Moon Sect, intending to force Nangong Wan to become his Daoist partner and take the opportunity to cultivate together to improve his cultivation.

In the live broadcast, Han Li swiftly and calmly suppressed the arrogant Golden Core cultivator.

Xiao Yan, who had been observing the whole thing, was quick-witted and immediately started teasing in the group chat, saying that he had seen through the hidden entanglement between him and Nangong Wan, and then asked them about their past relationship, whether they had met in private and had developed feelings for each other.

Under persistent questioning, Han Li finally told the truth.

……

As a new day dawned, Wang Qi stood on the beach, lost in thought.

A few faint breaths wafted from the distant woods as Zhang Jie, Zheng Zha, and the others finished their arduous training and closed their eyes to adjust their breathing and rest.

Wang Qi stepped onto the cool sand, his shoes crunching over tiny seashells with a soft, rustling sound.

Noticing the commotion, the group opened their eyes, stood up, and greeted each other.

Wang Qi nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone, his tone calm yet carrying a hint of advice:

"I have observed your practice over this period of time. Your foundation is decent, but you each have common problems."

He walked into the center of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over each person:

"Li Xiaoyi, you mainly cultivate your body. You are strong but lack flexibility. Your power is too straightforward, making it easy for others to use your strength against you. This puts you at a great disadvantage in actual combat."

Li Xiaoyi's expression turned serious, and he bowed respectfully, saying, "Please enlighten me, Your Majesty."

"It's not difficult."

Wang Qi raised his hand and gently tapped the meridians on his shoulder with a soft force.

"When practicing your martial arts in the future, leave some room for maneuver, combining strength and gentleness. In martial arts cultivation, brute force alone is never a sustainable path."

After speaking, he looked at Zheng Zha, his expression slightly somber:

"After you exchanged for vampire blood, your recovery and explosive power increased dramatically, but your bloodline is extremely violent. Your temperament is impetuous and you cannot suppress it for long. If this continues, your reason will be eroded by the blood energy, and you will become a killing monster."

Zheng Zha's heart skipped a beat, and his expression turned serious:

"I have indeed been irritable and easily angered lately. I originally thought it was due to my rapid cultivation, but I never expected it to be a hidden danger in my bloodline."

"Exactly."

Wang Qi opened his storage space and took out a Mind-Clearing Pill, which contained the effect of calming the mind and suppressing evil spirits.

"Taking this medicine can temporarily suppress blood and qi and calm inner demons. However, if you want to cure it completely, you need to diligently cultivate the Yang Shen Dao technique, stabilize your soul with the Past Amitabha Sutra, and use your spirit to control your blood in order to completely control the alien bloodline."

Zheng Zha immediately swallowed the pill, and a cool and gentle current instantly flowed through his body.

The pent-up frustration of the past few days vanished, the restless, bloodthirsty energy was calmly suppressed, and both body and mind felt relaxed.

"Thank you, Wang Qi, but this medicine is far too precious."

"It was just a small favor."

Wang Qi smiled faintly and looked towards the horizon where the sea met the sky.

"The cycle of reincarnation is fraught with peril, and the strength of one's companions is the foundation for survival. Since I'm leading you all along, I won't watch you all go astray."

The others were deeply moved and expressed their sincere gratitude.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Zhang Jie asked:

"The coastal area has been resounding with the deafening tolling of bells for days, accompanied by soaring sword energy. Could it be that you've mastered a new trump card technique during your seclusion?"

Wang Qi did not hide anything and answered frankly:

"Indeed. I borrowed the Primordial Qi of Xuanhuang and used the Void Scripture to refine my natal ancient bell, the Xuanhuang Bell, making it both offensive and defensive, and giving me control over the power of space. I also comprehended the Supreme Dao's Two Scriptures of the Universe, imprinting all two fundamental divine powers of time and space onto the bell's body."

"In addition, I mastered the top-tier outdoor sword technique, 'Divine Blade Slash'."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly drew the long sword from his waist.

The cold, crescent-shaped blade gleamed with a bluish light, and ancient patterns were engraved with hidden golden light. The blade, forged from meteorite divine iron, exuded a chilling and ferocious aura.

The murderous aura spread out in an instant, but it was firmly locked in place by his Dao heart, remaining completely undisturbed.

"This sword was originally named the Crescent Moon Sword. Entangled in grudges and bound by an inescapable fate, from now on, it will be renamed—The Wound of the Moon."

Everyone was deeply shocked.

In just a short period of seclusion, he forged divine weapons, comprehended the secrets of time and space, and mastered top-notch sword techniques. He cultivated multiple paths simultaneously and became proficient in everything. Such a speed of cultivation is simply unbelievable.

Zheng Zha sighed with heartfelt emotion:

"Your foundation is too terrifying. We can only slowly hone our cultivation, but you can advance in all techniques at the same time. The difference is enormous."

"It's just a different path."

Wang Qi remained calm.

"I have integrated multiple cultivation systems, with the soul, body, martial arts, and supernatural powers complementing and nourishing each other, which naturally leads to faster progress. You don't need to envy me. Just stick to your own path and make steady progress, and you can also establish yourself in the cycle of reincarnation."

His expression turned serious, becoming more solemn.

"Island retreat is only a temporary respite; the main god's mission never ceases. In the next cycle of reincarnation, the enemy will only grow stronger and more ferocious."

The crowd felt a warmth in their hearts and their trust in Wang Qi grew even stronger.

"Over the next few days, I will provide targeted guidance on your weaknesses."

Wang Qi raised his hand in a gesture and said in a deep voice.

"Improvements will be made one by one to address the flaws in physical training, weaknesses in the soul, hidden dangers in the bloodline, and omissions in techniques."

His gaze fell on Zheng Zha, and he earnestly instructed him:

"Especially you. The vampire bloodline has extremely strong potential. I will teach you the art of blood manipulation, turning malevolence into combat power, and using your soul to control your bloodline, so that you are no longer bound by the power of other species."

Zheng Zha nodded emphatically: "I will definitely train hard and never hold the team back."

……

The sea breeze swept through the forest, the branches and leaves swayed gently, and the brief moment of rest quietly passed by.

Time slips away quietly.