Tianjian Sect, located in the Tianjian Mountains in the eastern part of Xuantian Continent, has a long history dating back thousands of years. The sect is nestled by mountains and waters, with ancient architecture that blends seamlessly with the surrounding natural scenery, resembling a fairyland on earth. However, in this world where swords are revered, the reputation of the Tianjian Sect was overshadowed by the fall of a genius disciple.
Yunyi, this name once resounded throughout the Tianjian Sect and even the entire Xuantian Continent. He is a rare swordsmanship genius in the Tianjian Sect, who has reached the peak of the Qi Condensation period at the age of only eighteen and is highly expected by the sect. Yun Yi's swordsmanship is agile and graceful, with each sword seeming to contain the power of heaven and earth, leaving viewers in awe. However, just as he was about to break through to the base period and participate in the biennial Xuantian Sword Festival, a sudden change of events changed his fate.
It was a sunny morning, and Yun Yi was practicing swordsmanship on the Sword Peak in the back mountain as usual. His swordsmanship is like flowing clouds and water, his sword power is like a rainbow, and the flashing sword light brings waves of sword sounds, as if he is in dialogue with heaven and earth. However, just as he was practicing swordsmanship, a black figure suddenly appeared with an invisible killing intent, striking him behind the back with one palm.
Puff! "Yun Yi spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body fell into the valley like a broken kite, gradually blurring his consciousness.
Why? "Yun Yi turned his head with difficulty and looked at the familiar figure, his senior brother, who was also the next heir to the sect's designated leader, Wind Without Trace. At this moment, Feng Wuxian's face was filled with coldness and pride, as if everything was under his control.
Feng Wuxun sneered and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes: "Yunyi, you are too dazzling. Your existence has made everyone ignore my existence. Today, I am here to end your life and make your name as a genius history
A wave of sadness and anger surged in Yun Yi's heart. He didn't understand why his fellow senior brother would do such a cruel thing to him. He wanted to struggle, but found that his true qi had been disrupted, his meridians were severely damaged, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his sword.
Senior Brother, if you do this, the sect will not let you go! "Yun Yi gritted her teeth and said, her voice mixed with helplessness and anger.
Feng Wuxun sneered and said, "Sect? Do you think Sect will punish me for being a useless person like you? Yunyi, you are too naive. After today, you died from being possessed by demons due to your cultivation
After finishing speaking, Feng Wuxun clapped his hand and Yun Yi felt a sudden blackout before losing consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a dark cave, with intense pain spreading throughout his body. He tried to activate his true energy, but found that his dantian was empty and his meridians were cut off. He had become a useless person.
No, this is not true! "Yun Yi shouted frantically, his voice echoing in the cave but receiving no response.
Just as he was in despair, a soft light emanated from a jade pendant on his chest. This jade pendant was left to him by his mother and is said to be a heirloom of his family. The light grew brighter and brighter, eventually enveloping Yun Yi's entire being.
Yun Yi felt a warm airflow circulating within his body, repairing his damaged meridians. I don't know how long had passed, but when the light dissipated, Yun Yi was surprised to find that his meridians not only fully recovered, but also became wider and more resilient.
What's going on? "Yun Yi murmured to himself as he checked his dantian and found a brand new true energy slowly flowing there.
Could this be... "Yun Yi's heart stirred as he tried to guide this true energy, only to find that it was incredibly obedient and flowed with his thoughts.
Sword Spirit! "Yun Yi suddenly remembered his family. This legendary existence, accompanied by the inheritance of the family, was forgotten by the older generation when he was young. However, it seems that in this accident, he unexpectedly awakened the power of the sword spirit. This force is intangible and intangible, yet it contains profound wisdom that is connected to swordsmanship.
With a thought in his heart, his true energy flowed like a small stream, rushing towards his fingertips. With the movement of true qi, it was as if an invisible sword had been forged in his hand. The sword's momentum swept through, awakening his memories of the past and reminding him of the mysteries of countless swordsmanship techniques. His heart was suddenly filled with unparalleled faith.
Since my cultivation has been destroyed, I will use the sword as a medium to return to the peak! "Yun Yi secretly determined, with a steadfast light shining in his eyes. He knew that next he had to pack up his mood and be prepared to face new challenges.
He sat down in the cave and began to practice. Under the protection of this sword spirit, Yun Yi's cultivation progress was extremely fast. In less than three months, he elevated his realm to the middle stage of the Qi refining period. His body also became stronger with the increase of cultivation, full of spiritual energy, and every move and gesture seemed to contain astonishing power.
With the awakening of the Sword Spirit, Yun Yi's swordsmanship has also entered a completely new realm. He began to rediscover his previous swordsmanship, incorporating his own spiritual energy to make his original moves more natural and seamless.
Sword technique, sword light, sword soul, only by combining can we achieve the pinnacle of swordsmanship! "He silently recited, as if a light and shadow flickered in his heart. The sword light danced at his fingertips, wandering in the air like a spirit snake, gradually finding the long lost pleasure of swordsmanship.
As time goes by, Yun Yi's internal power cultivation gradually increases, and his body's potential is fully activated. After countless days and nights of honing, his strength has finally returned to its previous level, and he has further expanded his swordsmanship to a deeper level.
It's time to leave. "Yun Yi sorted out his equipment in the cave, put away the jade pendant of inheritance, and showed a hint of determination. Leaving this quiet and secluded valley means that he is about to step into a brand new world, and all he wants now is to find Wind Without Trace and seek revenge.
Stepping out of the valley, the sun shone on him, casting a warm glow that seemed to dispel the gloom within him. After a period of precipitation, Yun Yi is no longer the young man who was blinded by hatred. But rather a swordsman with a clear goal and a firm will.
He headed towards the direction of Tianjian Sect, and an unprecedented determination ignited in his heart. Along the way, he met many cultivators, and after hearing their discussions, he understood that the status of Feng Wuxun in the sect was already very high. With the help of his acquired power and sword spirit, Yun Yi became even stronger.
What a grand event! Tomorrow is the Xuantian Sword Fair, and all major sects will send strong people to participate. Feng Wuxun has been confirmed as the representative of the Tianjian Sect. His strength is so strong that he may even win first place in this sword fair
You're right, he's indeed a genius, but it's really regrettable that Yun Yi was ambushed by him
As Yun Yi listened to these words, the light in her eyes became even more resolute. He hurried all the way and arrived at Tianjian Sect, where the sunlight had gradually set towards the west. He could vaguely see the bluestone steps at the entrance, where many disciples gathered.
This is the beginning of my journey back! "Yun Yi murmured softly to herself.
At the moment he walked out of the mountain gate, the familiar scenery of the past came into view again. The bluestone floor, white jade pavilion, and disciples dressed in blue robes gathered together to converse, creating a relaxed and joyful atmosphere throughout the sect, as if nothing had changed. However, Yun Yi knew that all of this was illusory for him.
Feng Wuxun was talking to several elders, with an expression of immense confidence and pride. He believes that he has already taken a share of this world and become an indisputable powerhouse. The appearance of Yun Yi seemed to reignite all the resentment and hatred, igniting a raging anger in his heart.
How did you come back? "Feng Wuxun's face changed dramatically when he saw Yun Yi, but soon he put on a cold and arrogant posture again.
I'm back, Wind Without a Trace. "Yun Yi's voice was as cold as frost, staring straight into Wind Without a Trace's eyes, as if a sharp sword was piercing the other person's soul.
Hmph, even a useless person dares to come back and kick in? Wait and see me strike you with one sword at tomorrow's sword meeting, and you will understand what despair is! "Feng Wuxun coldly smiled, then turned around and left, leaving Yun Yi full of anger and unwillingness.
Tomorrow's sword fair, I will let you experience the taste of despair firsthand! "Yun Yi swore in her heart. He will never give in like before, he will use his sword to seek revenge for himself.
After a sleepless night, Yun Yi silently practiced swordsmanship in the quiet training room. His swordsmanship became increasingly proficient in continuous combat. This time, Yun Yi was no longer the disciple suppressed by the forces, but a swordsman holding power and determined to seek revenge.
The next day, the Xuantian Sword will arrive as scheduled. On the square of Tianjian Sect, a large number of cultivators gathered, bustling and almost like a sea of people. With the command, the highly respected elders of the sect appeared one by one and began to announce the rules and procedures of this sword club. Everyone was rubbing their fists and getting excited.
Yun Yi, it's time for you to pay the price for your choice, "Feng Wuxun stood across from him, a cold smile playing on his lips.
I'm ready, "Yun Yi smiled to herself, fully prepared in her heart.
The Sword Society officially began, and Yun Yi slowly walked onto the arena in front of everyone. His sword shone like a rainbow, with a captivating aura that attracted countless gazes from those around him who wanted to witness this duel. At this moment, rumors about him also resounded again. Although he was once a useless person, today he will resound throughout the world with the sound of his sword.
Fool, you dare to take the stage. I really underestimated you, "Feng Wuxun's voice echoed in the air like a piercing sound.
This time, I won't let you easily succeed again, "Yun Yi tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, his eyes showing unparalleled determination. His swordsmanship will no longer be suppressed by anyone.
Then let me see what skills you have! "Feng Wuxun shouted loudly and swung his sword out.
The swords of the two collided, and in an instant, the heavens and earth seemed to shake. Yun Yi waved his sword light, and the sword in his hand shone like a scorching sun in the sky, changing the atmosphere with his swing. The face of Feng Wuxian gradually became solemn.
The two engaged in a battle, with sword energy like a rainbow and sword light agile. The surrounding audience held their breath and stared intently at the progress of the battle. With the help of the sword spirit, Yun Yi's swordsmanship is becoming more and more inspiring. His sword power is not only a confrontation of strength, but also a fusion of souls.
Yun Yi, don't think you can stand firm so easily! "Feng Wuxun sneered, suddenly mobilizing his true energy and increasing his sword light.
Come on! "Yun Yisi fearlessly wielded her sword light like water, her sword power like a rainbow, and pointed straight to the wind without a trace.
The confrontation between the two became increasingly intense, and the sword light set off a fiery red glow in the sky, which was astonishing.
However, at this moment, Yun Yi was no longer the waste of the past. With absolute sword power and emotional power, every strike he made seemed to tear apart the wind's unbreakable self-esteem. The indifference of Wind Without Trace gradually turned into fear, and he never expected Yun Yi to be so powerful.
Cough, cough... "Feng Wuxun retreated repeatedly, his face suddenly turning pale, and endless fear surged in his heart." No, it's impossible
However, Yun Yi's sword power remained undiminished, and the blade of the sword rose directly towards Feng Wuxian's heart.
Sword breaks the dust bond! "Yun Yi whispered softly, his gaze piercing straight into the heart of Wind Without Trace like a sword light.
Let go, let go! "Feng Wuxun panicked, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, his legs weak, and finally fell to the ground.
Everyone was shocked, and the disciples of Tianjian Sect were all stunned, unable to believe the scene before them. The boy who was once considered useless has now suppressed their top talents with absolute strength.
The battle ended unexpectedly, and Yun Yi's strength and determination impressed everyone. The wind without trace was overwhelmed by the subsequent loss and despair, and my heart felt like a hundred claws scratching my heart.
From now on, Wind Without Trace can no longer climb high! "Yun Yi looked at the fallen Wind Without Trace, his heart inexplicably filled. The hatred of the past instantly turned into a boiling will to fight, and the sword light flickered in his hand, radiating a burning vitality again.
At this moment, he seemed to be no longer the boy forced into exile, but the dominant figure standing at the pinnacle of swordsmanship - Yun Yi.
This is just the beginning! "Yun Yi took a deep breath and looked into the distance with a smile. The path full of wishes and hatred was waiting for him to open up one by one.
Yun Yi stood on the arena, and the noise around him gradually faded away, leaving only the echoes of swordsmanship in his heart. He knew that today's battle was just the beginning, and he still had a long way to go.
The failure of Wind Without Trace caused a huge uproar within the Tianjian Sect, and many disciples and elders who originally supported him were shocked and incredulous. But Yun Yi did not become arrogant or complacent because of this. He knew that his goals were far beyond that.
Yun Yi, you did a great job, "a gentle voice sounded behind him. Yun Yi turned around and saw the leader of the Tianjian Sect, Li Tianxing.
Li Tianxing is a middle-aged man with a resolute face and deep eyes. His cultivation is unfathomable, and he is a well-known figure in the entire Xuantian Continent.
Master, "Yun Yi respectfully bowed.
Your strength has surpassed that of Wind Without Trace. From today on, you will be a key cultivation target of my Tianjian Sect, "Li Tianxing looked at Yun Yi with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Yun Yi felt a sense of joy in his heart. He knew that this meant he would gain more cultivation resources and opportunities, but he also knew that it also meant more challenges and responsibilities.
Thank you, Master, "Yun Yi said in a deep voice.
Li Tianxing nodded and then turned around to leave, leaving Yun Yi alone on the arena lost in thought.
As night fell, Yun Yi walked alone on the path of the sect, his heart filled with expectations for the future and memories of the past. He remembered his family, the forgotten years, and the days of hard cultivation in the cave.
His footsteps stopped in front of the Sword Tomb of the Sect, which is the burial place of swords for the successive lords and outstanding disciples of the Tianjian Sect. Yun Yi's gaze fell on a quaint stone tablet with his name engraved on it.
Descendants of the Yun family, Yun Yi, "he murmured softly.
His fingers gently brushed against the name on the stone tablet, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. He knew that his family had once been the glory of the Tianjian Sect, but had declined due to a change. His father told him before his death that he must regain the glory of the family.
Yun Yi took a deep breath, and a resolute light flashed in his eyes.
Father, I will definitely do it, "he silently made a promise in his heart.
The next day, Yun Yi began to cultivate even more diligently. He selected a long sword from the Sword Tomb that resonated with his heart, named "Dust Fate". It is said to have been left behind by a senior expert after experiencing the world of mortals.
He held the Dust Edge Sword and danced on the sword peak, with sword light like water and sword aura like a rainbow. His swordsmanship is becoming more and more proficient. Every time he swings the sword, it feels like he is conversing with the sword spirit, and every time he draws back the sword, it feels like he is communicating with his own heart.