Chapter 26: My Master, the First Seat of Lingyun Sword Peak

At this moment, Jiang Yueli had already comprehended five thousand sword intents, yet she still felt it was not enough. The Haoran Sword Scripture was a supreme immortal art, one of the most difficult techniques to cultivate in the world, and could be described as an existence that was unprecedented and unrepeatable. However, the more difficult it was, the more she craved it, the more she wanted to comprehend it, and the more she wanted to improve.

Murong Mingyue, having followed the fluctuations of sword intent, had arrived nearby. She focused her gaze forward and was instantly shocked by the scene before her, her expression one of astonishment. Beneath the Haotian Sword sat a figure, from whom a vast and majestic sword intent emanated. Every few breaths, an immortal sword intent would surge from the Haotian Sword into that person’s body, causing their aura to grow increasingly formidable. A piercing chill radiated from her, as if she had merged with the surrounding sword intent, becoming the very embodiment of the sword itself.

"Who is this person? To comprehend immortal sword intent so quickly!" Murong Mingyue’s beautiful eyes were filled with shock. She had never expected to encounter a genius here who was even more monstrous than herself. Moreover, judging by her appearance, she was quite young, only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Just as Murong Mingyue was observing Jiang Yueli closely, an endless torrent of Haoran sword intent suddenly erupted from Jiang Yueli’s body. "Clang, clang, clang!" A series of metallic ringing sounds echoed through the void, as if swords were roaring toward the heavens. Above her head, a phantom of a giant sword appeared, towering over the firmament, exuding a sense of righteous aura that was awe-inspiring and inviolable.

"What technique is she cultivating? It possesses such a grand momentum; it is simply unheard of!" Murong Mingyue was stunned, waves of shock crashing in her heart. As the Saintess of the Lingxiao Sacred Land, she practiced the Lingxiao Sword Art, which she believed to be a top-tier sword cultivation technique. Yet, compared to the other party's technique, the power she exerted could not compete. Furthermore, she noticed that the other party’s cultivation base was only at the Xuan Entrance Realm, yet the sword intent behind her had already reached over eight thousand strands. At that age and cultivation level, she herself had only barely comprehended three thousand strands. The disparity was like that between the clouds and the mud. Of course, this gap only existed in comparison to Jiang Yueli; compared to others, she was still an unreachable existence.

"Which peak does this peerless monster belong to?" Murong Mingyue watched the young girl, her eyes filled with both shock and confusion. She could not fathom how a cultivator at the Xuan Entrance Realm could comprehend eight thousand strands of sword intent. "Could she be the personal disciple of some Supreme Elder?" Murong Mingyue guessed to herself. Having spent over twenty years within the Haotian Sword Sect, she had never heard of such a figure, so she could only assume as much. After all, only those living fossils could teach such a heaven-defying disciple.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..." Just then, a melodious sword hum resonated through the sky. Immediately following, strands of golden sword intent continuously emanated from the Haotian Sword, gathering into golden torrents that surged toward Jiang Yueli.

"Bang!" Jiang Yueli suddenly opened her eyes, releasing an endless sharpness, her aura climbing to its peak. "I have finally comprehended all the immortal sword intent here. However, I am still some distance away from the realm of Sword Heart Clarity. It seems I must proceed to the next level." Feeling the vast sword intent within her, Jiang Yueli felt a flicker of joy. As she stood up, she noticed someone nearby staring at her. The person was draped in a simple white dress that clung to her exquisite figure, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin as fair as snow, and her features devastatingly beautiful. Even as a woman, Jiang Yueli could not help but exclaim in admiration. How could there be such a beautiful woman in this world? However, Jiang Yueli was in a hurry to reach the seventh level of the Haotian Sword Tower and had no intention of lingering, so after a brief glance, she turned to leave without delay.

"Wait, Junior Sister, please stay!" Just as Jiang Yueli took two steps, she heard a clear voice from behind. She turned around to see the stunningly beautiful woman with a gentle, kind smile on her face, like the warm sun in spring, giving off a very comfortable feeling.

"Is there something you need, Senior Sister?" Jiang Yueli asked, frowning.

"My name is Murong Mingyue. I saw that your mastery of the sword is extraordinary, so I wanted to make your acquaintance. May I ask your name?" She had been observing Jiang Yueli for a long time and was very interested in her, as Jiang Yueli was not only young but possessed exceptional talent in the sword, with insights far surpassing her own. Therefore, she wanted to befriend her and see who could possibly teach such a monstrous disciple.

Hearing the name Murong Mingyue, Jiang Yueli immediately realized that this was the Saintess Mingyue that everyone had been talking about. This surprised her; why would a high-and-mighty Saintess of the Sacred Land want to befriend a cultivator at the Xuan Entrance Realm? Of course, Jiang Yueli was unaware of how much her sword talent had shocked the other party.

"Senior Sister, my name is Jiang Yueli!" Seeing that the other party seemed to have no ill intent, Jiang Yueli politely cupped her hands in a salute.

"So it is Junior Sister Jiang, a pleasure to meet you." Murong Mingyue smiled, showing no trace of a high-and-mighty Saintess attitude, appearing instead very approachable. She paused, then continued, "Junior Sister Jiang, you are so young yet your mastery of the sword is so extraordinary. Which peak do you study under, and who is your master?"

"I am a disciple of the Lingyun Sword Peak, and my master is the Head of the Lingyun Sword Peak!" Upon hearing Murong Mingyue’s question, Jiang Yueli answered without reservation. When mentioning her master, there was even a hint of pride in her tone.

Murong Mingyue’s eyebrows twitched upon hearing this, and she was momentarily stunned. Lingyun Sword Peak? Was there such a heritage peak within the Sacred Land? Why did she have no impression of it? She pondered for a moment, but truly could not recall any of the top nine peaks being named Lingyun Sword Peak. She had previously assumed Jiang Yueli might be the closed-door disciple of some Supreme Elder, but she had not expected her to come from this Lingyun Sword Peak, a place she had almost no impression of. Since she had no recollection of it, this Lingyun Sword Peak was likely one of the lower thirty-six peaks, and a rather obscure one at that.

"Senior Sister, is there anything else? If not, I must continue my cultivation!" Seeing that Murong Mingyue had not spoken for a while, Jiang Yueli could not help but frown.

Watching Jiang Yueli turn and walk forward, Murong Mingyue asked in surprise, "Junior Sister Jiang, are you heading to the seventh level?"

"Yes!" Jiang Yueli nodded calmly and continued forward, as if the Haotian Sword Tower were her own backyard, going wherever she pleased.

Murong Mingyue was shocked once more. The seventh level—that was a level she had not yet reached herself! Watching Jiang Yueli’s retreating back, a strange light flickered in her eyes.

"Lingyun Sword Peak! A peak I have no impression of at all, yet it produced such a monstrous disciple, and the sword techniques she practices are incredibly heaven-defying. It is truly mind-boggling."

"It seems I must find an opportunity to pay a visit to this Lingyun Sword Peak!" Murong Mingyue muttered to herself. With a thought, she began to comprehend under the Haotian Sword once more. If a cultivator at the Xuan Entrance Realm could enter the seventh level of the Haotian Sword Tower, then she, as the Saintess of the Sacred Land, certainly could not fall behind.