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  The time of one evening has passed very quickly.

  When the sky turned white at the horizon, Wang Ting had already woken up from his meditation.

  The time spent on the station was not long, and he went to practice Tianmo Quanshen Technique in the second half of the night. This technique, as its name suggests, is a technique for refining the spirit, which was obtained by Wang Ting through a combination of luck and chance from an ancient object, and was created by a 9th-level spiritual practitioner, allowing people to cultivate up to the stage of spiritual master.

  Spiritual Master, is the most revered figure in the Alliance, with a status far surpassing that of a Seventh-Order Spiritual Practitioner. Since the establishment of the Spiritual Practitioner cultivation system thousands of years ago, only a handful of Spiritual Masters have been born, and the cultivation method to become a Spiritual Master is considered an unparalleled treasure among all Spiritual Practitioners.

  Wang Ting was able to cultivate to the level of a sixth-tier spiritual master at just thirty years old in his previous life precisely because he had this method for tempering his spirit.

  After entering the state, Wang Ting did not show any signs of fatigue from a night of cultivation. Instead, he looked even more spirited and refreshed due to the subtlety of the Tianmo Quanshen Technique. Moreover, after standing on the stake for half the night, his vital energy had reached its peak state, and yesterday's fatigue was completely gone.

  This morning, Wang Ting did not attend Xi Ruojian's class. The progress of the course taught by Xi Ruojian was too slow. For ordinary students, each lesson required careful study and understanding. However, for Wang Ting, a former master of swordsmanship, it was all transparent at a glance. Therefore, he did not go to learn Xi Ruojian's Wanliu Swordsmanship, but instead listened to the Qi Xue Fa Men course in the morning.

  In the afternoon, he reappeared on that training ground and paid five silver coins to book the time slot from one to six o'clock.

  Not long after the training session, Master Xi Ruojian had already walked over and asked as soon as he entered the door, "Didn't you go to practice the Wanliu Swordsmanship this morning?"

  "That sword technique didn't help me at all."

  Wang Tingruo responded truthfully.

  The instructor thought Wang Ting meant that this sword technique was of no help in his duel, and nodded slightly: "It's indeed too late to learn this advanced sword technique now. The most important thing is to practice the Burial Sword Technique. Only by practicing this technique to the entry level can you have a foundation. By the way, how's your practice of the method to condense your vital energy?"

  "I've mastered it."

  "Hmm, it's normal that you didn't succeed in one day. I spent a whole half month back then... Wait, what? You've succeeded? The technique to condense your vital energy has been mastered?"

  Xi Ru Jian's face was filled with astonishment, and his repeated questioning expression made him wonder if he had just hallucinated.

  Wang Ting shook his head.

  "It's not the method of condensing Qi and blood that I've mastered, it's the Burial Sword Technique that I've mastered."

  "Isn't it the method of condensing Qi and blood that I've mastered? Did I master the Burial Sword Technique?"

  Xi Ru Jian's instructor repeated in a tone of astonishment.

  Right after that, the look of astonishment on her face disappeared. Not only did she not show any excitement because Wang Ting had mastered the Burial Sword Technique, but her expression became even more indifferent: "It's okay if you can't master it. When I practiced this technique to condense my vital energy and blood, it took me a whole half month, and I was personally taught by my great-grandfather, Master Xuefeng. During that time, I experienced countless unimaginable hardships... but after just half a month of practice, my great-grandfather praised me as a sword genius... This technique is not something ordinary people can master even in three months, let alone in one day. But what I hate the most are liars. In life, the most important thing is integrity and credibility. For every word you say, you must be realistic and practical."

  At this point, Xi Ruojian seemed to be extremely disappointed with Wang Ting, somewhat losing patience and waved his hand: "Alright, let's just leave it at that. I'll pretend I didn't teach you any extra sword techniques. If you feel like I wasted an afternoon of class, I'll make up for it later..."

  Wang Ting didn't say anything.

  "Clang!"

  The precious sword is out of its scabbard.

  The moment he drew his sword, his entire demeanor changed dramatically, and the aura of blood and energy that had been subtly emanating from him just a moment before completely disappeared, leaving no trace...

  Two seconds, possibly one second.

  A moment's time

  The sword in his hand seemed to come alive, bursting out fiercely like a peerless swordsman, concealing all its sharp edges before the kill, and at the moment of drawing the sword to kill, the sword's edge shot out with a chilling aura, piercing through the void with a sharp edge, that kind of sharpness was earth-shattering, no one dared to look straight.

  Even standing beside Wang Ting, Xi Ruojian, who had already attained the cultivation of a high-ranking swordsman, was also shocked and pale at this moment, his instinctive reaction causing him to take a step back, the sword at his waist instantly unsheathing...

  "Whoosh!"

  The sword's edge has dispersed.

  As the sword's blade edge cut through the air, it seemed to have pierced a hole in it, and at this moment, a faint sound was emitted, while a gust of sword wind was triggered, blowing towards the direction where the sword was pointing...

  Sensing this sword wind, Wang Ting furrowed his brow and retracted his sword.

  The demonstration is over.

  "This... this is Funeral Sword Style!? How is that possible? Am I hallucinating? Funeral Sword Style? Am I hallucinating?"

  Xi Ruojian covered her mouth with her pale hand, as if that would prevent herself from letting out a shrill cry, but the incredulity in her eyes gazing at the sword wind sweeping by was impossible to conceal.

  "Burial Sword Technique? Burial Sword Technique! Was that just now Burial Sword Technique? Legendary sword technique, Burial Sword Technique?"

  After a while, Xi Ruojian seemed to have come back to his senses, and suddenly turned his head, loudly asking Wang Ting.

  "Although there are still many flaws, it is indeed a funeral sword technique."

  Wang Ting was already thinking about the impact of air currents on Jian Fa at this time.

  "Burial Sword Technique, he actually succeeded in mastering the Burial Sword Technique, and it only took him one day to master it!? I've only taught him the method of condensing his vital energy, not guiding his vital energy or stimulating his essence, how did he do it?"

  He hastily asked in a loud voice, and was no longer calm as before.

  "It was performed in front of me once, I saw clearly the method of guiding the flow of energy and stirring up the vital energy... no, it's a spiritual technique."

  After finishing speaking, Xi Ruo Jian hastily shook her head.

  "This is impossible! No one can master the burial sword technique that even many sword masters cannot master after reading it once!"

  "You've practiced the Burial Sword Technique before, haven't you?"

  Xi Ruojian spoke while staring fixedly at Wang Ting's body.

  "This is indeed my first time coming into contact with this sword technique. As for why those great masters of the sword way can't master this sword technique, I have no way to answer that question."

  Xi Ru Jian stared at Wang Ting, as if wanting to find even a hint of deception on him.

  But no.

  Even though she had taught so many students and was familiar with some of their little tricks, when looking at Wang Ting, she couldn't find any signs of deception in his words.

  After a moment, Xi Ruo Jian rubbed her smooth and white forehead, as if she wanted to use this action to make herself more awake.

  "Believe it or not, I spent half a month to roughly learn the method of condensing my Qi and blood. It took me three months to achieve a brief unity of man and sword when practicing this sword technique. Then, after another month, I grasped the method of stimulating my Jing Qi. And to link these three points together seamlessly, it took me two whole years to successfully execute the Burial Sword Technique for the first time..."

  Wang Ting didn't say anything.

  He knew the difficulty of cultivating this sword technique, and it could be said that if he didn't have a sixth-grade spiritual mark, or if he hadn't already had strength equivalent to that of a great swordsman, or if he hadn't fully grasped the ultimate swordsmanship realm of man-sword unity, then whether or not he would be able to successfully cultivate the Burial Sword Technique was still very much in question.

  One day! Two years!

  Looking at the young man in front of him who still had a hint of innocence, Shi Yu felt that his confidence had been severely damaged.

  In everyone's mind, she has always been the spokesperson for the genius girl. She started practicing at the age of six, became a warrior at eight, a formal swordsman at sixteen, an intermediate swordsman at nineteen, and a high-ranking swordsman at twenty-four. She mastered the legendary swordsmanship of the Burial Sword Technique, and all kinds of glorious halos were bestowed upon her, making her the true daughter of heaven.

  But now...

  She spent two whole years cultivating the legendary swordsmanship, but someone else mastered it in just one day. The terrifying cultivation achievement shattered her former pride as a talented young girl into dust.

  This... is simply a miracle.

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