Calabash Fairy

Fang Yan slowly exhaled, his expression turning serious.

With just that one strike, he knew that the longsword before him was not easy to deal with.

Although he knew in his heart that even if he were seriously injured or even died in this inheritance space, it would not affect his physical body in the slightest, and he could leave this place with a single thought, Fang Yan still had no interest in having a few holes pierced in his body...

"In that case, let's see who's the best."

Fang Yan looked at the sharp longsword that was blocked by the illusory image of the purple-gold gourd. His hands shone with purple-gold light, and more than ten purple-gold flying swords quickly condensed around him.

Although he had never practiced swordsmanship before, and had only fought a handful of times since his reincarnation, he had developed some understanding of the sword path ever since he condensed the Pure Yang Sword Seed within his body and began chanting the Pure Yang Sword Scripture daily...

More than ten purple-gold flying swords transformed into streaks of light, swiftly attacking the cold-light longsword nailed to the gourd. However, almost in the blink of an eye, the cold-light longsword disappeared from Fang Yan's sight, transforming into a sharp sword light that shattered the surrounding dozen or so purple-gold spirit swords into pieces.

Fang Yan raised an eyebrow, not at all surprised by this scene, as he had already experienced the speed of the cold-light flying sword earlier.

He was also very clear about his purpose in entering the inheritance space.

"The reason it was scattered in an instant was not because the power of the purple-gold spiritual energy was insufficient, but because I was manipulating more than a dozen swords at once, my mind was scattered, which prevented the purple-gold spiritual swords from exerting sufficient speed and precision."

Fang Yan pondered for a moment, then looked at the cold-light longsword that had been suspended in mid-air after shattering the purple-gold spirit sword. Undeterred, he condensed his spiritual power into four purple-gold flying swords and swiftly slashed at the cold-light longsword.

Despite the reduced number of spirit swords, their speed and power have significantly increased compared to before, allowing them to withstand even the cold-light longsword for a while.

For the next incense stick's time, whenever the Cold Light Longsword shattered the purple-gold spirit sword he had condensed, Fang Yan would summarize his experience. The number of purple-gold spirit swords he controlled gradually decreased to two, but in terms of power and speed, they were already able to hold their own against the Cold Light Flying Sword for a while.

Fang Yan frowned slightly, looking at the three streaks of light chasing each other, and felt more and more that this should not be the case.

"No... The inheritance of the Earthly Fiend Technique should not be so simple. If this continues, although I can continue to familiarize myself with the techniques, how can the path of a sword immortal be so simple?"

In this space of inheritance, his spiritual power will only be continuously consumed and cannot be recovered at all. When his spiritual power is exhausted, he will still be stabbed several holes in his body by this sword.

"Perhaps there's something wrong with my approach..."

"perhaps...."

A glint of light flashed in Fang Yan's eyes, as if he had suddenly remembered something. He silently recited the Pure Yang Sword Scripture in his mind, cutting off distracting thoughts, and slowly closed his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Yan gradually emptied his mind, stopped thinking, and forgot himself. The world seemed to quiet down completely, turning into nothingness, with only him and the cold, gleaming longsword in front of him remaining.

Fang Yan forgot everything, quietly sensing the sword's presence, its trajectory, its aura, everything about it...

Gradually, Fang Yan began to sense something he had never felt before in the cold, gleaming longsword. It wasn't the blade itself or the sharp sword energy surrounding it, but rather an extension of the sword's very essence, encompassing everything about the sword...

That's... sword intent!

At that moment, Fang Yan clearly sensed a certain resonance, and a sudden realization arose in his heart.

He suddenly opened his eyes, accompanied by an excited hum from the Pure Yang Sword Seed within his body, which emitted boundless golden light. A brilliant golden aura, as hot and sharp as the blazing sun, quickly erupted from Fang Yan's body!

The cold-light flying sword, which had been eyeing the scene from afar, also noticed this and let out a buzzing sound with great excitement. It seemed to have found an excellent opponent, and the streaks of pale white sword energy around it, which could almost tear through the void, suddenly burst out, echoing Fang Yan from afar.

"Pure Yang Sword Intent... So this is the original power contained within the Pure Yang Sword Seed. No wonder I was unable to mobilize the power of this sword seed before."

Golden flames seemed to be burning fiercely in Fang Yan's eyes, and the pure Yang sword intent around him was like a golden flame, with illusory images of flaming swords constantly appearing and disappearing.

This was a powerful force that was both strange and familiar. Although he had only initially grasped a sliver of pure Yang sword intent, Fang Yan was still secretly alarmed by the power that this force could unleash.

Sure enough, the inspiration that flashed through his mind was correct. The most important thing in the inheritance of sword immortals is sword intent, not the skills he had previously honed.

His attention was always on himself, not on the sword. What he needed was not constant thinking, but feeling, just like when he first felt that spring breeze.

Fang Yan raised his eyes to look at the cold, gleaming flying sword opposite him. He could now clearly sense the sword's emotions; its current excitement contrasted sharply with its earlier disdain...

"It's been a long time coming."

Fang Yan chuckled and shook his head, a surge of powerful fighting spirit rising within him.

Perhaps the inheritance of swordsmanship is meant to be like his previous one, constantly refining skills and comprehending the sword in his hand, until one day he can also comprehend the sword intent.

But having the Pure Yang Sword Seed, he was already different from others; all he lacked was an opportunity.

The cold, gleaming flying sword opposite them was the catalyst for this opportunity.

"Although the Pure Yang Sword Clan has undergone considerable changes, let's fight first and then talk about other things."

Fang Yan grinned, and long swords of crimson gold flames, each tens of feet long, continuously condensed around him. The extremely yang and powerful energy unleashed an unparalleled might, slashing towards the cold, gleaming sword opposite him.

At the same time, a series of exceptionally sharp, pale white sword energies burst forth from the longsword and slashed towards Fang Yan!

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After a short while, Fang Yan looked at the longsword that had been completely shattered into fragments. He sensed that his spiritual energy was completely depleted and let out a weary sigh.

At this point, he could no longer even condense the phantom of the gourd. This was the first time since his reincarnation that he had fought to the point of exhaustion.

This is because he was in the inheritance space; if he were outside, he would certainly not put himself in such a dangerous situation.

Fortunately, he won in the end.

Fang Yan smiled, but in his perception, two sharp sword intents suddenly appeared behind him, making him freeze. He quickly thought of something and left the inheritance space!

At the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, Fairy Yunhua, who was teaching her disciples cultivation techniques in her house, looked towards the direction of the Mountain God Temple with some surprise.

She could clearly sense that an extremely yang and powerful sword intent suddenly appeared on the mountaintop for a moment, and then disappeared.

"It's actually the Pure Yang Sword Intent? Could it be that Fellow Daoist Fang also has some connection with the Pure Yang lineage?"

Her fellow Daoist had only been gone a short time, yet she had already caused such a commotion...