Seventy years old is the age to take risks!

The Qingxuan Sect members settled down at the teahouse.

Mei Lan felt a little awkward, but Zhou Yun was, after all, her sister-in-law's brother. What could she say when he asked to stay?

They could only set aside a few superior rooms and treated the guests to good wine and food.

These past few days, the teahouse staff have been holding back their anger, but dare not speak out.

Especially seeing Zhou Yun's arrogant face, I wanted to slap him twice.

But they are disciples of a sect, we can't afford to offend them.

Jiang Yuan remained remarkably calm, secretly observing the disciples of the Qingxuan Sect.

Zhao You, who was slightly older, appeared refined and easygoing on the surface, but in reality, he was a deep and cunning man who was not easy to deal with.

The other Zhang Sheng was a rough and tumble man, but he was not one to be trifled with.

As for Guan Ling, who appears to be the youngest...

Jiang Yuan narrowed his eyes.

This girl and Zhou Yun had relatively low cultivation levels, seemingly only around the seventh or eighth level of Qi Condensation, but their eyesight was the best.

Even though he deliberately concealed his aura, she could still tell that he was a martial artist.

He observed me secretly on several occasions.

Of course, Jiang Yuan wasn't very concerned about these things.

More importantly, Jiang Yuan learned from their conversation that the Qingxuan Sect was likely a sect that primarily cultivated swordsmanship.

kendo!

He has just acquired the innate sword body, and is currently lacking in sword skills!

Isn't this like a pillow delivered just when you're about to fall asleep?

Jiang Yuan had a plan in mind.

......

The next few days.

Jiang Yuan's enthusiasm for storytelling has clearly increased.

Moreover, all the martial arts stories he told were related to swords.

What about the Nine Swords of Dugu, the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, the Six Meridians Divine Sword, the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual...?

Fortunately, he had read a lot of martial arts novels in his previous life, so he spoke in a very vivid and detailed manner, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

These stories were captivating in themselves, and their connection to swords made even the disciples of the Qingxuan Sect, who initially dismissed them, gradually become interested and eventually sit down with the guests to listen with great relish.

Especially Guan Ling.

Every time Jiang Yuan told stories, the girl would put down what she was doing and listen attentively.

On this day, Jiang Yuan talked about the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" technique from the novel "Storm Riders," his spittle flying as he spoke.

"Now, the nameless man, wielding the Hero's Sword, unleashed a torrent of sword intent, transforming himself into a streak of sword light."

"In an instant, the world changed color, the wind and clouds surged, and countless sword energies erupted from the nameless man's body, covering the sky and sweeping across all directions—a truly magnificent sight!"

"Although Jue Wushen possessed an indestructible golden body for protection, he could not withstand the supreme sword intent of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin and was forced to retreat steadily!"

"All energies arise spontaneously, and the sword strikes the abandoned acupoint."

"The martial arts of Guiyuan have a long history and profound achievements."

"So, that invincible swordsmanship requires one to first cripple their own martial arts in order to be reborn from the ashes!"

"This is the Return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Source!"

"Snapped!"

Jiang Yuan struck the wooden clapper, and an invisible sword aura seemed to surge within the teahouse, giving everyone a jolt of energy.

"Good! Well said!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to One"—that sounds incredibly powerful!

Although the guests couldn't understand the meaning of these incantations, they felt their blood boiling and their skin crawling with goosebumps.

Even the disciples of Qingxuan Sect couldn't help but cheer.

Those who practice swordsmanship understand the true value of the "Return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Source" technique, and they completely immerse themselves in it.

"All energies arise spontaneously, the sword strikes the abandoned acupoint..."

Upon hearing this, Guan Ling murmured to herself, a flicker of excitement suddenly flashing in her clear eyes. She stood up and looked at Jiang Yuan:

"Old sir, may I ask if such a sword technique truly exists in this world?"

Jiang Yuan feigned mystery, stroking his beard and laughing, "Miss, it's just a story, don't take it seriously."

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Qingxuan Sect laughed.

"Hahaha... Yes, Junior Sister, this old man has quite the eloquence, but if such a sword technique truly existed, wouldn't our Qingxuan Sect know about it?"

"Junior Sister, we know you're doing this for Senior Brother Guan, but you can't just rush into anything."

"Yeah......"

A hint of disappointment flashed in Guan Ling's eyes, but she still politely thanked him and turned back to her seat.

But in her heart, she was even more puzzled.

Is this old man really just telling a story?

Why did he describe those sword techniques with that feeling...?

As if he had seen it with his own eyes?

......

That night.

The moon is bright and the stars are few; a cold wind is blowing.

In the backyard of the teahouse, Jiang Yuan stood alone, holding a tree branch he had picked up at random, his eyes closed in deep thought.

suddenly.

He raised his hand and summoned a sword aura from the tree branch, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight before landing on a nearby bluestone, leaving a deep crack.

Immediately afterwards, his body seemed to move on its own, practicing some rudimentary sword moves.

These sword techniques are all basic, which he acquired from martial arts practitioners over the years.

Although the technique was rudimentary, it appeared incredibly refined in his hands, as if he had made up for all the original shortcomings of the move.

"really......"

A hint of excitement flashed in Jiang Yuan's eyes. He discovered that he could learn most of any sword move after seeing it just once, and with the blessing of innate sword intent, it became unfathomable.

This is the terrifying aspect of the innate sword body.

In terms of swordsmanship talent, I'm afraid no one can surpass him.

"who!"

Just then, Jiang Yuan sensed a figure watching him from not far away, and he swung out a sharp sword aura.

The figure was startled and quickly dodged the sword.

"Sir, it's me! Please don't lay a hand on me!"

"Miss Guan?"

Upon recognizing the figure, Jiang Yuan's brow twitched. "Young lady, you're spying on this old man in the middle of the night; are you perhaps plotting something?"

Guan Ling walked out helplessly, looking at Jiang Xuan with a complicated expression.

She cultivates the most advanced mental cultivation method of the Qingxuan Sect, and with her aura deliberately concealed, she is almost impossible to detect unless the other party's perception is stronger than hers.

But how is that possible?

Guan Ling forced a smile: "Sir, you flatter me. I only happened to sense an extremely strong sword intent. It turns out that you were practicing your sword here."

"You jest, young lady. I was just idly playing with a twig; there's no sword intent involved," Jiang Yuan said without changing his expression.

That old man is lying through his teeth.

Guan Ling thought to himself, but then chuckled and said, "Old sir, you are too modest. Although my cultivation is not high, my perception of sword intent is quite sharp."

"The old gentleman's sword intent is so strong that it is quite rare even in the Qingxuan Sect."

"I am also learning swordsmanship; could you please offer some guidance?"

She made up her mind.

She was determined to find out more about this intriguing old man tonight.

If he is truly a reclusive master, perhaps her brother can be saved!