The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

"It's been announced, everyone please quiet down!"

In the underground office, everyone kept their eyes glued to the electronic screen, reluctant to even blink.

Once Lingxiao's permissions were granted and text began to appear on the screen, the office fell silent instantly, with only the sound of breathing remaining.

[Three hundred and ten years of swordsmanship. I was born into a family of high-ranking officials. At that time, the Heavenly Phoenix Dynasty was thriving, its national strength was growing day by day, and it already showed signs of a golden age.]

The nation is peaceful and prosperous, the people are healthy and well, there is no suffering from war or famine, and even some immortal sects must obey orders.

"Is the Heavenly Phoenix Dynasty really that powerful?" someone murmured to themselves.

It's important to know that the Heavenly Phoenix Dynasty was originally just an ordinary mortal dynasty, an appendage of the Immortal Sect, and was required to pay a large amount of resources every year.

In just two hundred years, they actually broke free from the constraints of the Immortal Sect and even turned the tables, beginning to intimidate the Immortal Sect.

"According to the memories of the reincarnations of the Sword Dao era, the Heavenly Phoenix Dynasty began to rise one hundred and fifty years ago, the year that Wu Minghuang ascended the throne."

Mentioning this empress sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

According to the latest news, Wu Minghuang has swept through most of the Ten Thousand Mountains in southern Xinjiang.

If the demonic calamity is completely quelled, the territory of China can expand southward by 500 li, which would be an unparalleled achievement in territorial expansion.

[With thousands of acres of fertile land and a vast collection of books, he had never lacked food or clothing since childhood, was well-read, and experienced the splendor of the capital city.]

I have never been greedy for money or lustful; I have only three great passions: fine wine, fine poetry, and a love of swords.

However, his talent was mediocre. He began practicing swordsmanship at the age of seven, but by the time he was eighteen, he had made no progress and was unable to open his sea of ​​consciousness.

What does it mean to have mediocre talent?

"If Li Bai was mediocre in talent, then what are we?"

Lin Xiaoman stood on the stool, feeling indignant on her behalf.

Everyone could only manage an awkward smile. If Li Bai was considered mediocre in talent, then those present were probably even less than pigs.

"These great minds are quite humble, huh?" Dr. Wang joked, trying to ease the tension.

My family used their connections to send me to the Jade Purity Sword Ruins, where I became an apprentice of an elder and began practicing swordsmanship.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but glance at Ye Li.

So, does that mean Li Taibai and Ye Li come from the same sect?

How should this generational ranking be calculated?

Logically speaking, as Pei Jianzun's personal disciple, Ye Li should be of a higher seniority than Li Taibai.

Three days later, he relinquished his disciple status, left the sect, and lived a life of unbridled freedom, utterly intolerant of the sect's ridiculous rules.

"Cough cough cough..."

The Prefect of An choked on his saliva and almost couldn't breathe.

Five days later, I regretted it.

[It was because I was young and ignorant that I did not know the difficulty of cultivation, which is as difficult as ascending to heaven. Relying solely on oneself is nothing short of a pipe dream.]

[Begging and pleading with everyone to return to their ancestral home, but repeatedly refused]

[Having no other choice, he could only put on a brave face, laugh loudly, and walk out the door, declaring, "How can I, a man of such stature, be a mere commoner?" Then he was beaten down the mountain with sticks, leaving him in a sorry state.]

"..."

"..."

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched; this guy really was a man of strong emotions.

Seven days later, I no longer regretted it; I was extremely glad I abandoned the sect and left.

My travels through Jianzhou and what I've seen and heard have left me deeply disappointed with contemporary swordsmanship.

[The sword cultivators of the world are devoid of any immortal aura or chivalrous spirit; they are weak and incompetent, and the path of the sword has become dim and utterly decayed.]

No one wants to practice swordsmanship, no one wants to become a sword cultivator; those who practice swordsmanship are cultivators who have no other choice but to seek a dead end.

The difficulty of cultivating the sword has increased a hundredfold, and even if one achieves some success, one will still be weaker than those who follow other immortal paths.

After making inquiries from various sources and uncovering the hidden secrets, the reason was finally revealed.

Two hundred years ago, an official killed the Sword Master. In order to achieve his own enlightenment, he abandoned all the sword cultivators in the world, stormed the Sword Tomb, and destroyed the Sword Seed that was meant to spread the Dao.

From then on, the glorious path of swordsmanship suffered a generational gap, and sword cultivators throughout the world could not quickly master the sword, requiring an additional hundred years to open their sea of ​​consciousness.

The true meaning of the sword path is difficult to comprehend due to the loss of insight into the sword's essence, causing sword cultivators' combat power to plummet by more than half.

The way of the sword under heaven has been destroyed by Chen Xuan! There is no hope left!

Everyone's expressions were extremely serious. It seemed there was no misunderstanding or mistake; the way of the sword had indeed been ruined by Chen Xuan.

But why did Li Bai also say that swordsmanship flourished under Chen Xuan?

Upon learning of the decline and stagnation of swordsmanship, I vowed to revive and revitalize it.

[Three hundred and ninety-nine years have passed since the era of Kendo. I am now old and frail. Looking back on the vows I made years ago, I only feel that I was young and ignorant, and utterly laughable.]

[After cultivating swordsmanship for over eighty years, I've barely managed to open my sea of ​​consciousness and reach the third level of Qi Refining. How laughable!]

[Chen Xuan, go to hell!]

[It was you who destroyed the Sword Seed of Transmission, making it difficult for us sword cultivators to cultivate. It can't be my fault.]

"..."

"..."

"Has Senior Li mastered the technique of breaking through defenses?"

Lin Xiaoman held her milk tea, slurped up a pearl, and chewed it, looking somewhat smug.

As a nobody who only managed to reach the Nascent Soul stage after three hundred years, seeing the Talent Monster suffer a setback is truly a joyful thing.

It's truly wonderful that the truth has allowed us ordinary people to glimpse the plight of a prodigy. It's really good; this life has not been in vain.

[Four hundred years into the era of swordsmanship, my life is drawing to a close, but my spirit remains undiminished. I have decided to visit the Sword Tomb ruins one last time.]

On the day he entered the Sword Tomb, through profound insights, he grasped the true meaning of the sword path, comprehended the Poetry Sword Technique, and overnight reached the Foundation Establishment stage, extending his lifespan by a hundred years!

[Only now did I realize that the way of the sword wasn't destroyed by Chen Xuan; he left behind a true sword seed for all sword cultivators in the world!]

All the sword cultivators in the world are ignorant and do not understand his good intentions.

All sword cultivators under heaven should revere him as the Sword Ancestor, kneeling and worshipping him day and night, moved to tears of gratitude!

The crowd looked even more confused. What exactly happened at the Sword Tomb back then?

Why did Li Bai's attitude towards Chen Xuan change so drastically?

……

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Nanyuan Courtyard.

After last night's ordeal, Chen Xuan didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky. Occasionally, he would sleep in, which was truly comfortable.

A group of little kids had gotten up even earlier than him. They had already finished washing up and were practicing the Primordial Innocence Technique, meditating in the courtyard.

Since the transmission of the cultivation method, they have worked very hard, never slacking off for a single day, and never causing trouble again.

"Junior sister, how is your practice of the Suhua Sutra going?" Chen Xuan asked Lu Yao beside him.

Lu Yao became embarrassed and stammered, "I...I just understood it and barely managed to memorize it. I haven't tried to cultivate it yet."

This technique is too profound and unfathomable. Is it really just a basic technique? Why does she feel that it is even more difficult to understand than those Taoist scriptures?

"That's enough."

Chen Xuan nodded.

"what?"

Lu Yao was a little confused.

"The elixir has been refined. Today, we will open your sea of ​​consciousness and help you condense your spiritual roots."

Chen Xuan went into the kitchen, took out the rice cooker, and after seven days of refining, the elixir was ready.

Lu Yao stared in astonishment at the still-smoking rice cooker. "Senior brother, you weren't joking after all. You really are using a rice cooker to refine pills?"