After the Jiuxiao Sect departed, the sacred sect’s main hall once again returned to its original state.
As for winning first place in the Strongest Prodigy Battle, Lin Fan didn’t feel much at all—it was like nothing had happened, no special treatment, nothing at all. Everything remained eerily quiet.
This left Lin Fan feeling a bit hurt inside.
Back in the novels he used to read, the champion of any competition would either be highly valued by the sect or receive generous rewards.
Yet in this so-called Strongest Prodigy Battle, not even a single hair of benefit appeared—it was truly a helpless situation.
However, Lin Fan did appreciate Xinfeng’s generosity.
Such a high-end cultivation technique as “Heavenly Sword,” and yet he gave it away without even blinking—an act truly worthy of admiration.
Inside the room.
Lin Fan planned to learn these two techniques first, and then pass them on to his little apprentice.
“Ding, Heavenly High-tier cultivation technique ‘Heavenly Sword’ detected. Learn it?”
“Learn.”
“Ding, congratulations on learning ‘Heavenly Sword,’ Level 1.”
What Lin Fan loved most about his system was that any technique that came into his hands could be learned instantly—no need for slow comprehension or gradual mastery. He could immediately begin cultivation.
At this moment, Lin Fan’s eyes narrowed. The originally calm surroundings suddenly began to ripple, as if the air itself had turned into water, sending out waves of fluctuation.
“Blade intent…”
This was the sword intent from the “Heavenly Sword” technique. Lin Fan could clearly feel its power, while his own fused technique seemed to be suppressed by it.
Even the “Sword Canon” technique he had learned moments ago underwent a subtle change, as if being drawn toward the “Heavenly Sword.”
Buzz…
At that very moment, a longsword formed entirely of sword intent silently floated up behind Lin Fan.
Lin Fan’s heart leapt with joy. So it was true—once mastered, he could manifest sword intent. Truly powerful indeed.
He tried a small demonstration, flicking his finger forward. The sword of blade intent instantly shot forth, slicing through the air toward the direction he pointed.
In an instant, Lin Fan recalled the sword, then reached out and grasped it. The sensation felt strange.
The sword of blade intent felt solid, yet in his hand it was weightless, almost insubstantial. Yet he could feel the immense power contained within.
At this moment, Lin Fan briefly considered fusing this with his other techniques, but after a moment’s thought, he gave up on the idea. Without fully understanding it first, he wasn’t willing to take the risk.
As for the other technique, Lin Fan thought it held little use for him.
Its only function was to slowly awaken the bloodline of a fierce beast. As to how long that process might take, no one could say for sure.
When Lin Fan finally stepped outside, he looked toward the dark clouds gathering on the horizon and began to form a plan.
Soon, he should go out on a journey. At present, improving his own cultivation was the most important thing.
A few days later.
In the skies far, thousands of miles from the Sacred Sect.
A warship soared swiftly through the clear blue sky. Fierce gales howled against it but were blocked by an invisible force.
The Jiuxiao Sect disciples had already completed half their journey and would arrive at Jiuxiao Sect in a few more days.
So far, the trip had been uneventful, which was fortunate.
“Xinfeng, you actually gave that kid the ‘Heavenly Sword’?” Liang Yichu looked at his disciple with a strange feeling. His apprentice had always followed him since childhood, so why had he been so generous this time?
“Yes, Master. I gave it to him without your permission. Please forgive me,” Xinfeng lowered his head and replied.
“It’s fine. Just a technique. Giving it away isn’t a bad thing,” Liang Yichu waved it off, not particularly concerned. However, as they drew closer to Jiuxiao Sect, Liang Yichu couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
How exactly should he explain things upon returning?
Originally, the entire sect had sent them with great expectations, all for the sake of winning first place in the Strongest Prodigy Battle. Yet now, they had lost—lost so completely that they had no complaints. Returning empty-handed, he wasn’t sure what to do.
Just then, Liang Yichu’s expression changed. He raised his hand and immediately halted the warship.
“Master, what’s wrong?” Xinfeng saw his master’s serious expression and couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
“There’s something wrong here.” Liang Yichu quickly moved to the bow of the ship, focusing his vision through the clouds below.
The Jiuxiao Sect’s prodigy disciples, seeing the warship had stopped, also grew puzzled and followed their master’s gaze downward.
“So thick a murderous aura.” At first, while the ship was moving, they hadn’t sensed it. But now that they had stopped, a dense, violent energy rose from the ground, spreading throughout the sky.
“Strange, why didn’t we notice this on the way here?” Liang Yichu frowned. “Wait here. I’m going down to check.”
With that, Liang Yichu flew into the air and descended toward the ground below.
The closer he got, the more serious his expression became.
The murderous aura was simply too thick—it was almost condensing into liquid.
“This was once a village.”
After landing, Liang Yichu’s face darkened. The houses around him were lifeless, devoid of any vitality.
The once yellowed earth was now pitch black, as if the very gates of hell had opened.
Following the aura, Liang Yichu moved forward, only to freeze when he saw its source.
A bottomless pit had appeared out of nowhere, with thick black mist continuously surging from within.
Liang Yichu flicked his sleeve, unleashing a gust of sharp wind to scatter the mist, but in an instant, it surged forth again from the pit, once more enveloping the entire village.
“Hmph, let’s see what kind of thing dares to wreak havoc here and harm innocent lives,” Liang Yichu coldly snorted and descended into the pit.
At the peak of the Grand Heaven Realm, Liang Yichu was a peerless expert in the Dongling Continent, and he truly had nothing to fear.
As he descended further, Liang Yichu’s expression grew heavier. The deeper he went, the denser the murderous aura became, forming a tangible resistance that blocked anyone from entering.
When Liang Yichu finally reached the bottom, he carefully examined his surroundings. The pit resembled a sinister underground palace.
“What kind of place is this?” Liang Yichu muttered, puzzled.
Looking around, he saw only pitch-black cliffs. He was familiar with most dangerous locations across Dongling Continent, yet he had never heard of this place.
Such a dense murderous aura, yet no other sects had noticed it—perhaps it had only recently appeared.
“Jiejie…”
Suddenly, a sinister laughter echoed from all directions.
“Come out!” Liang Yichu coldly shouted, his entire body radiating golden light that illuminated the underground chamber, revealing everything clearly.
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