Lingyi Sect, Huachi Peak.

Above the spirit veins, countless rare flowers and strange plants sway in the wind, possessing a beauty unknown to the mortal world and... a chill.

The strands of chill wrapped around Li Xuan like threads.

During the previous battle, Li Xuan hadn’t noticed, but now... the sensation was particularly clear.

With a thought, he hid all his power deep within the "manifestation of life".

Instantly, the feeling of being bound and restrained disappeared.

’Ice Crystal, Ice Jade, Purple Ice Copper, Sickness Gold, and the flying swords forged from these materials, indeed share a lineage, restraining demons...

No.

Not demons.

But restraining flesh and blood.’

’In terms of true power, flying swords are fundamentally no match for flesh and blood.

But flying swords specifically restrain flesh and blood.

The stronger the flesh, the stronger the flying sword.

Therefore, even though the flying sword doesn’t seem to exhibit the power its main attributes should in plain view, in fact, it gains power when it encounters a substantial presence of flesh and blood due to its restraining properties.’

Li Xuan suddenly thought of some games he played in his past life, where there were often "undead spirits" and "Light Sect". The Healing Skill of the "Light Sect" was harmless to ordinary people, but full of restraint against "undead spirits". This was because light and darkness were absolutely incompatible.

’So, are qi and blood, and spirit and demon also incompatible?

Flesh and blood reach the extreme of producing fire toxins, extremely yang, often possessed by demons. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Spiritual Qi grows increasingly icy, extremely yin, exclusively for cultivators.

Is it truly a case of water and fire being incompatible?’

Li Xuan likes to review battles afterward.

At this moment, he carefully pondered over the gains from his battle with Feng Xiongyi.

Flying swords and the like are entirely external objects.

His real gain was the combat insight and a rough understanding of the "incompatibility of spirit and demon".

No wonder he couldn’t master the Restoration Skill no matter how hard he tried. Before hunting in the Bronze Plain, he could barely sense it, but after adding Demon Points in the Bronze Plain, that sensation completely vanished.

’But I have a root of spirit.

Given that, why can’t I create my own flying sword techniques?’

’Others can turn one sword into nine; why can’t I master nine swords as well?’

’Others rely on the sword’s power, but I rely on my own strength.

My flying sword may not be as agile as an actual flying sword, but as long as I can play to my strengths, it may not be inferior.’

Li Xuan patted the flying sword at his waist.

This was Feng Xiongyi’s sword.

If he doesn’t want to stray from the "human camp" in the future, this weapon is something he must get accustomed to quickly.

After all... he is now a Soldier Master.

...

...

At the mountain pass, everyone waited eagerly.

The noise of flying swords clashing in the mountain had dissipated long ago; the battle should have ended.

Whether it was Feng Mengrou, Hua Xiaoying, Luo E, or the elders and cultivators of Feiguang Peak, or even the attracted Shuichengzi, they all gazed into the distance.

"Junior Sister, even though your disciple has monstrous talent, he lacks a good flying sword and hasn’t inherited the Sword Control Skill of Feiguang Peak; he has no chance of winning." The Peak Master of White Cloud, clad in a cyan robe, sighed while stroking his beard. "He is not as good as Interim Sect Leader Feng; both in sword and Sword Control Skill, he falls short. How can he possibly win?"

Hua Xiaoying’s face turned pale, and her heartbeat quickened.

She raised her hand, gripping her sword tightly.

If Feng Xiongyi came back alive, she might still need to fight him.

Just then, a figure emerged between the solitary pines in the distant mountains.

The figure, with wild black hair, walked out calmly and unhurriedly, in the posture of a victor.

He was covered in blood, yet his eyes remained calm.

The base of Huachi Peak seemed as if the "mute button" had been pressed; there was a deathly silence.

All the disciples looked up, witnessing this incredibly astonishing scene that they could never have dreamed of.

Li Xuan against Feng Xiongyi, a life-and-death battle, only one could descend the mountain alive...

And that person turned out to be Li Xuan?!!!

The only one not so shocked was probably Feng Mengrou.

She had an extremely blind confidence in Li Xuan.

She clenched her little fists and murmured, "I knew you’d win, I just knew it."

She wanted to shout "Senior Brother" and run out to greet him.

However, a cultivator in blue robes rushed ahead of her.

That cultivator flew out on his sword, exclaiming sternly, "Where is Interim Sect Leader Feng?!"

Li Xuan looked at him coldly.

This scene was not unexpected.

He slowly drew his sword, raised it high, and said, "Look closely!"

That cultivator stared at his sword in disbelief.

He naturally recognized this as Feng Xiongyi’s sword.

"Impossible... this is impossible, it makes no sense at all." The cultivator murmured like in a dream, filled with doubt and disbelief.

Li Xuan ignored him and continued to stride forward, but the cultivator seemed unwilling to let him pass, standing in his way.

Li Xuan exhaled lightly, bent his fingers, and controlled the sword.

Clang!

The sword flew up, pointing at that cultivator.

The cultivator quickly recovered, sneering, "Fine, fine, fine, let me, Yu Yi, see how you managed to defeat Interim Sect Leader Feng."

No one stopped him because no one believed Li Xuan could defeat Feng Xiongyi.

And the cultivator named "Yu Yi" was the strongest steward of Feiguang Peak, one of the only three who had reached the middle tier of the Soldier Lord Realm. It was fitting to test Li Xuan’s strength with him.

Except two people spoke...

Luo E said, "How shameless the people of Feiguang Peak are!"

Feng Mengrou shouted, "Why can’t my Senior Brother defeat Feng Xiongyi?!"

However, no one paid attention to them.

Even Shuichengzi stood in a daze, mouth agape, beside Hua Xiaoying.

Looking at Hua Xiaoying again, she was also dumbfounded, stupefied.

Luo E shouted with her hands on her hips, "Even if you’re going to fight, you should wait for my Senior Brother to recover first!"