Chapter Nine: Great Accomplishment of Sword Intent

Bai Shaohua’s lips curled into a slight smirk as he slashed his sword, instantly whipping up a gale.

Heaven-tier high-grade sword technique: Gale Sword!

A visible blade of wind, imbued with a ravaging sword intent, surged toward Yan Qingsi.

Yan Qingsi’s expression shifted, and she unleashed her strongest Heaven-tier high-grade sword technique.

Sword Dance Across the Sky!

Boom!

Under the collision, Yan Qingsi’s sky-filling sword shadows disintegrated instantly. Simultaneously, she was forced back over a dozen steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

"Is this the power of sword intent?"

"How can anyone fight against that?" the watching disciples exclaimed in awe.

Mo Wentian realized there was no point in letting Yan Qingsi continue the fight. "Qingsi, concede!" he urged.

"No, I want to try again."

Yan Qingsi’s persistence left Mo Wentian bewildered. Finally, following her gaze, he looked toward Qin Tian.

"A true femme fatale, a karmic disaster indeed."

"Quickly, admit defeat. Are you going to disobey your master?" Mo Wentian continued to press. He knew that if this went on, Yan Qingsi would surely suffer severe injuries.

Yan Qingsi remained unmoved.

Bai Shaohua sneered and swung his sword once more. Yan Qingsi was knocked back again.

"You have quite the backbone. Don’t blame me for being ruthless if you insist on this."

As he spoke, he unleashed his sword intent once more.

Gale Sword!

Another wind blade containing sword intent struck out.

Boom!

She was sent flying, leaving a sword gash on her arm. Qin Tian, unable to watch any longer, leaped forward and caught Yan Qingsi. The two landed slowly.

"Wow! So cool!"

"If I were injured, would the little martial uncle catch me too?" a nearby female disciple said with envy.

Yan Qingsi, in Qin Tian’s arms, was already blushing deeply. Qin Tian produced a Heaven-tier peak-grade pill and slipped it into her mouth; her injuries immediately stabilized, and the wound began to heal slowly.

"You brat, how long are you going to hold her?" Mo Wentian, seeing his "little cabbage" being held by Qin Tian, felt a surge of displeasure.

Hearing Mo Wentian’s words, Yan Qingsi hurriedly scrambled out of Qin Tian’s arms.

Qin Tian looked at An Miao’ling and said calmly, "Go ahead. Solve this, I still have to go back and feed the fish."

"Understood!"

An Miao’ling walked forward amidst the surprised gazes of the crowd. In their impression, although An Miao’ling was a peerless genius, she had only been in the sect for a decade or so and was seven or eight years younger than them, so they did not think highly of her chances.

Ignoring their stares, she slowly raised her slender hand.

A sword appeared out of thin air and flew directly toward Bai Shaohua. Under An Miao’ling’s control, the Ice Glass Sword slashed at Bai Shaohua like a shadow. After a single breath, three sword marks appeared on Bai Shaohua, and he collapsed onto the ground, limp.

He struggled to lift his head, trembling as he spoke:

"G-great completion sword intent... how... how is that possible?"

As these words fell, everyone’s gaze locked onto An Miao’ling.

"Let’s go, Master."

Qin Tian nodded and took An Miao’ling with him as they left.

Hahaha!

Mo Wentian burst into laughter. "It seems that in the younger generation, our sect’s An Miao’ling stands alone."

Leng Ya watched An Miao’ling’s retreating figure, a fleeting, sinister smile flashing across his face. He then helped Bai Shaohua up and began to treat his wounds. Once Bai Shaohua had recovered, Leng Ya took out a token and tossed it to Mo Wentian.

"This slot is yours." With that, he led his people away.

Back at Hidden Sword Peak, An Miao’ling smiled and asked, "How did it feel to hold Senior Sister Yan?"

"Not as good as holding you."

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After feeding the fish, Qin Tian prepared to cook a meal. He asked An Miao’ling to go to the herb garden to pick some spiritual melons and ground shoots, and to replenish the energy of the spirit formation in the garden while she was at it.

A while later, An Miao’ling returned with the ingredients, but Mo Wentian followed closely behind. As soon as he arrived, he couldn't help but grumble, "Always fussing over these useless things. And you have her doing chores for you—she is the hope of our Kunlun!"

Before Qin Tian could say anything, An Miao’ling frowned. "I’m willing to, and besides, the food Master makes is delicious."

An Miao’ling began to defend Qin Tian again, leaving Mo Wentian with no recourse. He then produced a token and handed it to An Miao’ling, saying, "The Carefree Secret Realm will open in three days. It holds many opportunities, such as spiritual herbs and treasures. It is something the three sects spent a great cost to open. It has two restrictions: First, only those below the Nirvana Realm can enter. If anyone above the Nirvana Realm enters, the entrance will automatically close. Second, the passage we opened can only accommodate nine people. I hope you will go."

An Miao’ling took the token and looked at Qin Tian. Qin Tian nodded.

"You haven't left the sect for many years. If you want to go out and see the world, that’s fine."

"Then I will go!"

Mo Wentian was overjoyed. With the battle power of someone like An Miao’ling at the Creation Realm, they were bound to have great gains. Furthermore, her presence would ensure the safety of the others, as people from other sects might harbor malicious intentions when treasures were involved.

Besides that, the realm was also home to savage beasts.

After Mo Wentian left, Qin Tian took out a Space-Time Token and handed it to An Miao’ling. "Activate this if you encounter danger."

An Miao’ling took the token and put it away. She no longer felt surprised by any treasure Qin Tian gave her; she had grown accustomed to the wonders he brought her.

After some busyness, the meal was ready. The two sat down, eating in a cozy atmosphere. Compared to the ascetic, solitary life of her previous existence, she preferred her life now. Because she had a master!

This master was perfect in every way, except that he was a bit flirtatious. He would often commit overstepping acts, and after doing so, would manage to gloss over them with a straight face, leaving her both laughing and crying.

Three days later, An Miao’ling and Qin Tian said their goodbyes. Before leaving, Qin Tian took the opportunity to hug her. "Take care, disciple. Use the Space-Time Token if there is danger."

An Miao’ling was also reluctant to part; after all, she hadn't left her master for ten years. The sudden separation felt strange, but knowing she would not be gone for long, she eventually felt at ease.

An Miao’ling arrived at the sect’s main hall. Standing inside were Yan Qingsi, Xuan Lei, and Bai An’an, a disciple of Su Lan from Jade Sword Peak. Once everyone had gathered, Su Lan led the team toward the Carefree Secret Realm.

Qin Tian felt a bit bored alone on Hidden Sword Peak, so he decided to head down the mountain to visit his home. Over the twenty-plus years he had been in the sect, he had returned home every two or three years. His parents were also practitioners, though their cultivation levels were not high.

Leaving the sect, he headed south until he reached the capital of the Chongming Kingdom, Chongming City. His family lived in a large mansion in the north of the city. When he arrived at the Qin Estate, he found he couldn't get in. Upon closer inspection, he realized someone had placed a formation around it. After some effort, he finally broke the formation and entered.

Inside, he found no one, and a sense of unease rose in his heart. After searching the place, he finally discovered a letter in his father’s study. The gist of the letter was: Your mother and I have gone out for a trip, do not worry. Along with the letter, they had left behind a small figurine that looked exactly like his father.

Qin Tian put the figurine away and walked out. Once outside, he fell into deep thought. *This formation... it seems like only a Saint-realm expert could set it up. Why would it appear at my house?* It seemed he would have to wait until he saw his parents again to ask.

After leaving his home, he wandered aimlessly. Unknowingly, he strolled into the city, where a martial examination was currently being held. Practitioners could join sects, but they could also join the government or the imperial family. However, generally speaking, the high-end combat power of sects like the Kunlun Sword Sect was stronger, as their heritage was far more profound.