Burial Furnace

Just as the jade slip was burned, a pure primordial power, carrying countless profound pieces of information, surged into Zhang Yuan's mind.

That information contained the entire essence of the "Deceiving Heaven Sword".

Zhang Yuan closed his eyes and silently processed what was happening.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a flash of understanding in them.

This Heaven-Deceiving Sword is essentially a fusion of magic and swordsmanship.

The spell was called "Deceiving Heaven"—a mysterious spell that could distort the enemy's senses.

Once unleashed, it will mislead the enemy's eyes and senses, causing them to see and sense things that are completely different from the actual situation.

That sword technique was called "Sky-Splitting Sword Technique"—a domineering sword technique that could mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

With a single sword strike, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth stirred, its power enough to shatter the sky.

When the two are combined, they become the Heaven-Deceiving Sword.

What the enemy sees is a false one.

What the enemy senses is also false.

The real sword has already torn through the void, slashing towards the most unexpected place.

This is the source of Sword Master Jian Wudi's confidence in dominating an era.

What's even better is that this Heaven-Deceiving Sword doesn't require a very high level of cultivation to unleash.

It can be used during the Qi Refining stage, the Foundation Establishment stage, and the Nascent Soul stage.

The higher the level, the greater the power, but the threshold is surprisingly low.

Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, looked at Lu Muyao, and his expression became serious: "This is the invincible sword technique of the ancient sword master Jian Wudi—the Deceiving Heaven Sword. Its power is terrifying, and I can teach it to you. But you must swear that you will never teach it to anyone—including your master and elders."

He ultimately harbored a deep-seated hatred for the Ascending Heaven Sect.

If this sword technique were to fall into the hands of other members of the Ascending Heaven Sect, and become a boomerang that were to fall on their own heads, that would be no laughing matter.

Upon hearing this, Lu Muyao was overjoyed and immediately raised her right hand, solemnly swearing: "I, Lu Muyao, swear to the heavens that if I ever pass on the Heaven-Deceiving Sword to anyone, may I die a horrible death, never be able to become an immortal, have my path to immortality severed, and have my soul scattered!"

The oaths she made were increasingly harsh and vicious, clearly showing her sincerity.

Zhang Yuan nodded and led her to an open space behind the small building.

This place is quite spacious and suitable for practicing swordsmanship.

"May I borrow your sword?" Zhang Yuan extended his hand.

Lu Muyao quickly unfastened the sword from her waist and presented it with both hands.

It was a longsword of superior magical artifact quality, with several small spirit stones inlaid on its scabbard, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

Zhang Yuan took the sword, gripped the hilt, and slowly drew it.

The sword gleamed coldly in the moonlight, like a pool of autumn water.

He took a deep breath, recalling the esoteric information in his mind, and then—

Draw your sword.

A sword strike was unleashed.

The sword flashed, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky.

The sword energy whistled, accompanied by a sharp shriek that tore through the air, as it slashed towards the crown of a large tree in the courtyard.

The sword light was dazzling and powerful; anyone who saw it would feel that the target of this sword was the tree canopy.

however--

A loud cracking sound.

The trunk of that big tree broke in two and collapsed with a crash.

The tree canopy crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and sending branches and leaves flying.

Lu Muyao stared in disbelief, her face filled with disbelief.

Her eyes saw clearly that the sword light was clearly aimed at the treetop.

Her divine sense clearly perceived that the sword energy was indeed aimed at the treetop.

But why... did the tree trunk break?

She was stunned for a while before she came to her senses and gasped.

My goodness.

If this were used in battle, she thought her opponent was going to behead her, so she raised her sword to block from above, but the sword instead cut her in half at the waist.

She thought her opponent was going to stab her heart, so she dodged to the side, but the sword pierced her abdomen instead.

This heaven-defying sword strike is terrifying!

"Impressive," Zhang Yuan thought to himself.

He had never learned swordsmanship before, but after mastering the Deceitful Sword Technique, he instantly became a master swordsman.

He himself was somewhat surprised by the power of that sword strike.

It could probably even kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

From then on, he had another trump card to save his life.

"Senior, teach me quickly! Teach me quickly!" Lu Muyao was so excited her face turned bright red. She grabbed Zhang Yuan's arm and shook it vigorously. "I'm your woman! Last night was my first time!"

When she said this, her voice was charming and alluring, and her eyes were full of anticipation and adoration.

Zhang Yuan felt a little dizzy from being shaken by her, and he knew she was telling the truth—he could tell whether a woman was a virgin or not.

"Alright, alright, I'll teach you."

He immediately taught Lu Muyao the incantation and mental techniques of the Deceitful Heaven Technique, word by word.

The art of deceiving the heavens is extremely profound, involving the use of divine sense, the flow of true essence, and subtle perception of the rules of heaven and earth.

Zhang Yuan explained in detail, and Lu Muyao listened attentively, occasionally raising some questions.

Zhang Yuan answered all her questions one by one, explaining for a full half hour before Lu Muyao finally grasped the essence of the Deceiving Heaven Technique.

Then Zhang Yuan taught her the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique.

Although this sword technique consists of only one move, the principles of swordsmanship it contains are profound and extensive.

How to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, how to infuse the spiritual energy into the sword, how to unleash the greatest power at the moment of drawing the sword—every detail needs to be repeatedly pondered.

Zhang Yuan gestured for nearly an hour before Lu Muyao finally grasped the essentials.

"My goodness, this is too amazing and profound." Lu Muyao wiped the sweat from her forehead and exclaimed sincerely, "No wonder even the Mahayana stage elders in the sect couldn't comprehend it."

She rested for a while and then began practicing her sword.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

She swung her sword again and again, adjusting it each time, her clothes soaked with sweat, but she was completely unaware.

Her eyes were only on the sword, and her heart was filled with the trajectory of that sword.

Finally, after dozens of attempts—

She unleashed a slash with her sword.

The sword light was dazzling, and the sword energy crisscrossed. It was clearly aimed at the void to the left, but a rock dozens of feet away suddenly exploded, scattering fragments everywhere.

"I did it! I did it!"

Lu Muyao was stunned for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh.

She carried her sword, spun around a few times, and laughed with an air of high spirits and domineering pride.

"From this day forward, I am invincible in my realm!"

She announced loudly, her voice filled with confidence and pride.

Then she turned around, walked quickly to Zhang Yuan, wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

The kiss was passionate and lingering, filled with all her gratitude, adoration, and love.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Lu Muyao's face was flushed, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

She gazed into Zhang Yuan's eyes, her voice gentle yet firm: "Senior, I am your woman. Forever, I belong only to you."

Zhang Yuan didn't know what to say for a moment.

This girl is trying to cling to him.

He had a slight headache, but also felt inexplicably comfortable.

He was just a little worried—he wasn't some Mahayana stage expert; he was really just a lowly Qi Refining fourth level cultivator.