"Sister, congratulations!"

"Thank you all for coming to cheer me on."

Xu Yunxi gracefully walked towards Ye Qingzhou and Xu Yuebing.

Afterwards, she humbly looked at Ye Qingzhou for guidance: "How was my performance just now? Is there anything I can improve?"

"Your Xu Family's 'Formless Sword Scripture' has five realms: Entry Level 'Vague', Skilled Level 'Vanished Without a Trace', Mastery Level 'Invisible Myriad Transformation', Great Success Level 'Illusory and Vague', and Perfection Level 'Celestial Sword Formless.'

Although Ye Qingzhou hasn't truly cultivated it, his eyesight remains sharp, so he's familiar with the Linjiang Xu Clan's family inheritance technique: "The essence of 'Vague' lies in the Sword in Sword, one overt and one covert, disrupting the opponent's perception. As for 'Vanished Without a Trace,' it's all about speed."

As he spoke, Ye Qingzhou demonstrated for Xu Yunxi.

Clang~

A slash, truly fast and unseen, swift and traceless!

A supersonic slash, beyond the retina's capture, living up to the words 'Vanished Without a Trace.'

"Sister Yunxi, your sword skill is exquisite enough; the only issue is it's not fast enough yet."

Ye Qingzhou casually slashed, and the blade sliced through the air at ten times the speed of sound, igniting fierce flames and a surge of high-pressure airflow, almost blasting Wu Funing's eyes with astonishment.

The surrounding audience similarly gasped in awe.

"Holy crap!"

"Super Divine Speed Sword Skill, who is this master?"

"He seems even younger than Xu Yunxi looks!"

Without a doubt, Ye Qingzhou's casual supersonic slash would render his opponent defenseless, suffering a bitter defeat without needing a myriad of flashy moves.

Xu Yunxi inherently possessed a Geng Metal Sword Qi, making her exceptionally perceptive in the Sword Dao, and instantly grasped Ye Qingzhou's hint: "I understand the path forward from here."

Ye Qingzhou smiled and said, "I have a swordsmanship that suits you well. Once you learn it, you'll grow stronger with each battle."

"Hmm?"

Xu Yunxi was quite curious, given she knew Ye Qingzhou's standards were high, and he wouldn't fancy ordinary swordsmanship.

"This swordsmanship can only be comprehended, not conveyed through words."

Ye Qingzhou stepped forward, using the Heart Sword Secret Technique of telepathy to communicate with Xu Yunxi.

In an instant, Xu Yunxi sensed a grand stream of information pouring into her mind, making her feel warm as if returning to the womb, immersed in amniotic fluid.

"Troop movements are variable, water assumes no constant form. This is one of the Three Wonders of the Golden Era of Tang, the swordsmanship of Sword Master Pei Min, a general of Tang. His swordsmanship achievements were honed on the battlefield, holding deep ties with the art of war, and in the movements of the techniques, it embodies the ever-changing flow of water, penetrating every crevice. It is the peak of ultimate sword techniques."

Ye Qingzhou's voice echoed in Xu Yunxi's heart, and at this moment, their relationship seemed more intimate than a sincere couple.

After all, even couples can share a bed with different dreams, while their hearts were entirely open, merging into one.

However, the unparalleled sword techniques inherited from Pei Min made Xu Yunxi focused entirely on comprehending them, leaving her with no distractions.

"Is this really the swordsmanship of Sword Saint Pei Min? I didn't expect it to complement our Linjiang Xu Clan's 'Formless Sword Scripture' so well."

The two swordsmanships had many similarities, yet they complemented each other's shortcomings and gaps.

The more Xu Yunxi pondered, the more she found herself unable to stop, savoring endlessly.

"Pei Min's sword skill triumphs over forms without any form of constraint, breaking all 'Active Techniques' in the world with its unpredictable transformations. Meanwhile, the 'Formless Sword Scripture' pursues formlessness encompassing all forms, building grand achievements from small accumulations, ultimately achieving the infinite unparalleled sword techniques."

After the telepathic transmission was complete, Ye Qingzhou asked, "How about it? Did you grasp the benefits of this swordsmanship?"

"Yes."

Xu Yunxi nodded: "As expected of Pei Min's signature technique. His swordsmanship is ever-changing and constant, gaining experience and evolving from each battle, its potential is boundless."

"I want to learn too!"

Xu Yuebing somehow felt a bit jealous.

"Sure, I'll teach you."

Ye Qingzhou affectionately tapped her nose.

In any case, sword techniques are created for people to use, and Ye Qingzhou had long secretly used Xiangshu Thinking to compile this swordsmanship.

The Secret Technique of Mutual Understanding conveys more than just the sword techniques; it also implants a Seed of Sword Dao.

By planting a sword seed in Xu Yunxi's mind, it meant that as she engaged more in duels, the sword skills she developed would also be obtained by Ye Qingzhou, thus constantly evolving into ever more perfect sword techniques.

Simply put, the more people learn, the more benefits Ye Qingzhou gains.

Ye Qingzhou could not help but start anticipating what kind of flowers these scattered sword seeds would grow, and what kind of fruits they would bear.

On the ring, the next match's contestants quickly appeared.

One of them was the newly emerged Martial Arts Master, the sect leader of White Crane Tower, Shang Qingyun.

Despite being nearly sixty, with potential exhausted, Shang Qingyun, as a new Martial Arts Master, still displayed a youthful vigor and spirit, full of fighting energy.

Another contestant then appeared, and Ye Qingzhou was slightly surprised.

"Is it actually him?"

"What, do you know him?"

Xu Yunxi curiously looked at Ye Qingzhou.

"Yes."

Ye Qingzhou nodded: "He could be considered my disciple."

The one who came to the stage was none other than Chen Ze, known as the 'Torrential Rain Sword.' He joined the Celestial Sword Cup without notifying Ye Qingzhou beforehand.

This just showed he was a true sword enthusiast, completely ignorant of societal niceties, or he simply didn't care.

In the audience, almost all the disciples from White Crane Tower were present. Wearing matching training uniforms, they held banners to cheer for Shang Qingyun.

"Master, make us proud!"

"The future of White Crane Tower depends on you!"

"Soar high, straight to the clouds!"

The disciples of White Crane Tower were very enthusiastic because Shang Qingyun was now the pillar of the entire sect. As a third-rate small Martial Arts School, White Crane Tower longed for promotion to a second-rate medium-level sect.

Not far from the White Crane Tower support group's seats, Spirit Snake Sect's Sect Leader Du Sen also arrived, though not to support his 'good friend' Shang Qingyun.

Despite their decades-long friendship, inequality breeds discontent. Du Sen feared seeing his old friend struggle, yet also couldn't bear seeing him succeed.

Hence, this time he was praying fervently for Shang Qingyun's defeat.

Of course, Du Sen wasn't a heartless man. If Shang Qingyun faced a crushing defeat, he wouldn't kick him while he's down but would offer kind words to console him.

Clang~

The bell rang, and the match officially began.

Swish, Shang Qingyun acted swiftly, his figure flashing and disappearing, drawing his sword to attack the opponent's central position.

'This battle, I must establish the fame of White Crane Tower!'

Clang~

While Shang Qingyun was envisioning his victorious beginning, his view was suddenly covered by a dazzling sword light.

The Flying Sword of Zephyr struck suddenly.

Chen Ze's sword, swift as lightning, was fierce and violent, like a torrential storm, sharp and ruthless.

Shang Qingyun didn't hear it, but he was already struck.

Before losing consciousness, Shang Qingyun was in utter confusion, his mind filled with questions.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What happened to me?

A second later, his body fell to the ground with a thud.

It took a full thirty seconds for the audience to react.

"Holy crap, what just happened?"

"What a fast sword!"

"I just looked down at my phone, and the match is over?"

"Who was the opponent? Has a Master-level match ever ended so quickly?"

Everyone found it unbelievable; even Ye Qingzhou, who had taught Chen Ze the 'Flying Sword Scripture,' was greatly surprised: "Did he master the 'Flying Sword Scripture' to the Mastery Realm so quickly?"