...

Someone's sharp sword behind their back was eager for a try.

"Just right, I'll also give my sword a try."

At this moment, after the first disciple spoke, more people in the hall showed a brilliant glint in their eyes.

Delighted at the prospect of a hunt, delighted at the sight of a sword.

Someone was the first to be unable to hold back.

One person stood firm, holding a heavy wooden sword.

Another stepped forward, carrying an ice-cold longsword on his back, his entire body radiating a chilling frost.

"I have a sword; let's see if it can overturn this sky's rain!"

"Junior Brother, I also have a sword. Can it kill the rain?"

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Countless Sword Qi suddenly surged forth at this moment.

No one was looking at the discussion of Dao on the arena stage anymore.

No matter how they sat and discussed the Dao, it wasn't as effective as the sword in their hands!

Whether it was good, whether it worked, whether it was right—all were silent, none were listened to. Let's fight first and talk later!

Even Tan Tianci, who had joined not long ago and had come from the Lower Realm, felt resentful when he was being targeted.

But feeling this scene—countless sword lights gathering grandly, radiating brilliance, their momentum poised to overturn the vastness of the rain screen—made one temporarily forget those petty schemes and ghostly tricks.

"Sword Lineage."

Swords were drawn in unison.

There was no need for unity, nor for many calculations. When they saw the sword momentum within that rain screen, the Sword Lineage disciples holding swords could not simply ignore it.

From the Main Hall Peak and various other main peaks, many gazes were also directed toward that dojo.

They sensed the thundering Sword Qi, the dazzling sword light, and the condensing sword momentum.

"Did someone provoke those people from the Sword Lineage again?"

"Humph! Within the Sect grounds, making such a big commotion—who knows who they're putting on a show for?!"

"Sword light is appearing again. What are they trying to do?!"

There was a sense of indignant resentment in their tone.

"It's just a trial between fellow disciples. There's no need for everyone to act like this."

From afar, a laugh rang out as a purple-robed disciple stood outside the dojo, smiling.

Upon seeing this person, many gazes instantly narrowed.

They instinctively wanted to look away but forced themselves to stop. However, their questioning tones ultimately softened considerably.

A trial between fellow disciples shut down the questioning from outside.

Then they saw that sky-overturning aura.

"Humph."

Only a cold snort was heard, and no one spoke further.

However, within their Divine Sense exchanges...

"In my view, I don't know who unleashed this heavenly rain, but it would be great if it could severely strike down the Sword Lineage's prestige."

"Eh, better not say such things. If that person is also a Sword Lineage disciple, wouldn't we be slapping our own faces?"

Suddenly, those Divine Senses in the shadows were at a loss for words again.

Where does one look upon entering the Dao of the sword? One must ask the Sword Lineage of Xuantian. The Sword Lineage's reputation was indeed formidable.

Although the Sword Meridian Chief took the fewest disciples among all the Chiefs, they had guided many disciples.

Whether internally or externally.

"Humph, let's see how impressive they are. Regardless, my Law Enforcement Lineage isn't lacking either."

Boom.

In less than the blink of an eye during the Divine Sense exchange...

The ten thousand miles of rainwater finally collided violently with the sword momentum composed of numerous Sword Qi.

Not by cultivation, not by Realm, but colliding only with the sword.

The true intent of the Dao of the sword within them also clashed.

Originally, the heavenly rain was heartless and emotionless; though it contained Sword Qi and Sword Intent, it did not harm people, it was merely drawn in this way.

At this moment, the rain across the sky became even more majestic and grand.

It stirred up the Luck-severing Qi contained within.

The purple-robed youth stood on the outside. He did not act; as one of the Nine Progeny Disciples and everyone's Senior Brother, Qingchen instead became a bystander at this moment.

"Hmm? This sword... something's not right?"

A look of surprise flashed in Qingchen's eyes.

Before him, the heavenly clouds turned into rain, with the sword contained within the rain.

He had originally thought it was a Rain-Transforming Sword.

But that sliver of Sword Qi being drawn out gave him a strange feeling.

It was as if transforming into rain was only the first layer of this sword strike.

The next moment.

His gaze narrowed slightly as he saw the Sword Qi within the rain finally reveal itself once more.

Emotionless, formless.

Phaseless, heartless.

One could not sense its existence, nor sense the changes within oneself.

"Not right."

The purple-robed youth's expression changed instantly. Just as he was about to act, a voice drifted into his ears, sounding leisurely as if hidden within a multitude of freedoms. "Junior Brother Qingchen, you cannot stop this sword strike."

The youth did not refute it when he heard the voice.

A strand of Sword Qi silently merged into the sword lights of the many disciples.

Boom, rumble, rumble—

The rainwater dispersed.

In an instant, that Sword Qi was reduced to nothingness.

At this time, the disciples present, limited by their cultivation perspective, only thought that the sword momentum had shattered the rain screen.

But they did not know—

Qingchen was somewhat speechless: "Senior Brother, why didn't you use a sword?"

As an outsider, he saw clearly that this Sword Qi was not broken by another Sword Qi.

Instead, it was directly gathered and then dissolved by this Senior Brother's spell.

Simply put, he relied on his high cultivation to directly capture that Sword Qi within the rain screen.

The voice remained leisurely and free.

"I can't do that, I can't. This is Master's sword; I could only take it by clever means."

Qingchen's brow furrowed suddenly. "Senior Brother, you didn't misspeak? What do you mean by 'Master's sword'?"

The voice seemed to remember something and said slowly with a hint of apology, "Oh, I misspoke. This is a sword that has attained three-tenths of Master's true intent. When this sword falls, even the fate above my head cannot suppress it."

"I could only rely on my Realm to dissolve it."

The voice spoke nonchalantly.

But the purple-robed youth's expression also took on a look of alarm. "No wonder I felt a sense of trepidation just now."

"When did such a person appear among our fellow disciples?"

"Senior Brother, tell me, was it really not someone else who acted?"

The youth asked suspiciously.

The figure belonging to the voice did not appear. "Junior Brother Qingchen, you're overthinking it."

"Then, Senior Brother, you must at least know who it is?"

"I don't know."

"Even you don't know?"

"In matters of cultivation, who can see everything? Junior Brother Qingchen, you are too attached to appearances..."

He hadn't finished yet.

Qingchen immediately blocked his ears, eyes, and Divine Sense.

"Senior Brother, I'm going to handle other matters first. Let's talk when we have time."

The original calm on the purple-robed youth's face had completely vanished.

It was only because this Senior Brother, whenever he talked about state of mind or cultivation, seemed like a different person. He didn't know how Master had endured it back then.

"Eh, Junior Brother Qingchen."

The voice sighed softly.

"I truly do not know."

"It's just that this sword strike does not belong among us."

Over there.

Setting aside this little commotion.

Lu Qing had a faint premonition in his heart.

"Fortunately, nothing else happened." Lu Qing did not look at the rain screen, but he felt a slight sensation when it dispersed.

Since it had already been severed, Lu Qing did not continue to track it. After all, he faintly sensed that the commotion over there seemed to come from the Sword Meridian Dao Field.

"It's clearing up!"

"The rain stopped! After this rain, the Spirit Rice has grown taller!"

"Indeed, it was a truly good rain!"

The rain passed, and the sky cleared.

Today's rainfall was still a topic of great interest for many disciples.

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