The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Shen Yifei wasn't stupid. He had offended Lu Ya, insulted Ye Wuhen, and was now brazenly returning the way he came—that was courting death.

Taking a detour may take a little more time, but it's safer.

Shen Yifei flew for half an hour, with a continuous mountain range below and not a single person in sight. Just as he was wondering whether he should find a place to hide, he heard the sound of something cutting through the air behind him.

The voice was shrill, and it sounded like someone was in a hurry.

Shen Yifei looked back and saw a small white dot moving rapidly toward him in the distance.

The white spot grew larger and larger, and when Shen Yifei could see it clearly, his heart skipped a beat.

Ye Wuhen stood on a long sword, his white clothes fluttering, his hair perfectly styled despite the wind.

Behind him followed four disciples from the Ten Thousand Swords Manor, all dressed in white with long swords at their waists, forming a goose-wing formation as they chased after him.

Shen Yifei sped forward, muttering under his breath, "This guy doesn't seem stupid; he managed to guess this."

"Master, didn't you say you weren't afraid of him?" Liu Mengli asked with a hint of schadenfreude inside the cauldron.

"Being fearless is one thing, but being unable to win is another; those are two separate things."

Shen Yifei turned his head and glanced at Ye Wuhen. Ye Wuhen was much faster than him, and the distance between them was rapidly closing. The four disciples were lagging behind, but they weren't slow either.

He estimated that Ye Wuhen would catch up with him in at most half an incense stick's time.

Shen Yifei gritted his teeth and decided not to fly anymore. Today, he would experience the swordsmanship of Wanjian Manor firsthand.

Below was a barren, rocky hillside, a perfect spot for a fight.

He had just settled down when Ye Wuhen arrived.

Ye Wuhen jumped down from the sword, the long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword touching the ground, looking very dashing.

The four disciples arrived shortly afterward, spreading out and standing around, blocking all of Shen Yifei's escape routes.

"Run, why aren't you running anymore?" Ye Wuhen said with a smile.

Shen Yifei cupped his hands in a respectful gesture. "Young Master Ye, we have no past grievances or present enemies. Why are you pursuing me?"

"No past grievances?" Ye Wuhen chuckled. "You called me dog shit, and you call that no past grievances?"

"Young Master Ye, I swear to God, I said I'm not as good as you, I'm no match for you. How did that become an insult?"

"Stop trying to talk your way out of this." Ye Wuhen brandished his sword. "Today I'll show you just how fast the swords of Wanjian Manor really are."

Shen Yifei sighed, reached out and grabbed the Listening Tide Sword, which appeared in his hand.

The sword was a deep blue, with a thin layer of moisture on the blade, as if it had just been pulled out of the water.

Ye Wuhen glanced at the Listening Tide Sword, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes. "This sword is not bad, it's a pity it's in your hands."

"It's no pity, I find it quite convenient to use."

Ye Wuhen stopped talking nonsense, flicked his sword tip, and a burst of sword energy shot out.

Shen Yifei dodged to the side, the sword energy grazing past his ear and carving a deep furrow in the rocky hillside.

The sword energy of someone in the early stages of Mahayana cultivation is indeed different.

Shen Yifei dared not be careless. With a flick of his wrist, the Tide Sword emitted a soft hum, and a water-blue sword aura rushed forward.

The two sword energies collided with a crisp sound. Shen Yifei's sword energy shattered, while Ye Wuhen's sword energy, still half intact, continued to fly towards him.

Shen Yifei cleaved it in two with another sword strike, and took two steps back.

The difference in skill level is stark; a head-on confrontation is not the solution.

He pushed off with his feet, his body floated out, and he swung the Listening Tide Sword three times, sending three sword energies flying towards Ye Wuhen in a triangular formation.

Ye Wuhen didn't even move. He drew a circle in front of him with his longsword, and the three sword energies seemed to have collided with something and dissipated.

Ye Wuhen shook his head. "So you're just being stubborn!"

After saying that, Ye Wuhen flipped his wrist, and a layer of white light shone on the longsword, with a sharp sword intent emanating from the blade.

The swordsmanship of Wanjian Manor emphasizes momentum over specific techniques.

Ye Wuhen used half his strength in this sword strike; he wanted to knock Shen Yifei down with one blow and then slowly torture him.

Shen Yifei sensed the chilling sword intent, and his body immediately tensed up.

This sword intent is formless. If he hadn't learned the Po Jun move, he wouldn't have been able to understand or feel it at all!

The intent of the sword comes first, followed by the energy of the sword.

If you can't feel it, and you continue using your own techniques, you've already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

Shen Yifei held the Listening Tide Sword upright in front of him, assuming the Po Jun stance. Although he didn't truly understand what sword stance was, he wanted to use his still-developing stance to break Ye Wuhen's sword intent!

Ye Wuhen saw Shen Yifei raise his longsword, the blade emitting a faint aura that was countering his sword intent.

He was taken aback. As the young master of Wanjian Manor, he had countless cultivation resources and it took him decades of cultivation to finally develop sword intent.

The person before him, clearly not a skilled swordsman, was able to neutralize his sword intent.

Ye Wuhen couldn't understand it, but he didn't allow Shen Yifei much time to prepare. He thrust out his sword, the sword energy like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for Shen Yifei's chest.

Shen Yifei pushed the Listening Tide Sword forward, and the light blue sword energy collided with the white sword energy, producing a loud explosion.

Shen Yifei was thrown back by the shockwave and rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

Shen Yifei got up and praised, "Excellent swordsmanship."

Ye Wuhen stood there looking at him. "Hmm, you're not bad either. You actually managed to block my sword. Looks like you do have some skill!"

Shen Yifei shook his numb hand. He had sensed something from Ye Wuhen's sword strike just now.

It wasn't the sharpness of the sword energy, but a sense of oppression, an oppressive feeling that made you want to kneel down.

That must be momentum.

Ye Wuhen's momentum is the sword momentum of Wanjian Manor.

But where is his own sword momentum?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Ye Wuhen's second sword strike arrived.

This sword strike was twice as fast as the previous one. Before the sword light even arrived, the oppressive feeling pressed down on him. Shen Yifei felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, his knees went weak, and he almost knelt down.

He gritted his teeth, held the Listening Tide Sword horizontally in front of him, and activated the small vortex in his dantian.

Immediately afterward, Ye Wuhen's sword energy arrived. He raised his sword to block, and the small vortex absorbed half of the sword energy into his dantian.

Even so, Shen Yifei was still sent flying by the blow!

When Shen Yifei stood up again, Ye Wuhen was stunned. He had used seventy percent of his strength in that sword strike, and he had thought he could seriously injure Shen Yifei this time, but the guy was completely unharmed!

Even cultivators of the same level as him couldn't withstand this sword strike. It's truly unbelievable today!

Ye Wuhen frowned and asked, "What kind of cultivation technique do you practice?"

Shen Yifei chuckled, "I practice the Turtle Technique, which is specifically for beating up turtles."

Ye Wuhen's face turned ashen. This kid was about to die and he was still being stubborn. Did he think he couldn't do anything to him?

"You fucking want to die!"

Ye Wuhen flicked his wrist, and the white light on the longsword suddenly intensified, his sword intent surged.

Shen Yifei didn't dare to be careless when he saw this, knowing that he was about to use a killing move!

Just then, a burst of icy blue light appeared in the sky.

Several figures descended from the sky and landed on a large rock on the east side of the rocky hill.

The leader, whose face was veiled, was none other than Leng Rushuang.