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The elder beside him felt a twitch in his eyelids, rubbed his eyes, and focused again, shocked to discover that the fierce intent emanating from Zheng Kuangsha was actually Sword Intent. Although it was just a trace, it shone like a bright moon in the sky, enough to elevate Zheng Kuangsha's combat power to a whole new level.
How terrifying!
The elder trembled with disbelief. As a peak Yuan Dan Realm warrior, he had never comprehended the ethereal Sword Intent! He could only rely on his Dan Realm to maintain his dignity.
However, at this moment, that disciple suddenly had an epiphany after receiving a slight pointer from Lin Qiubai?!
The elder was engulfed in disbelief.
Zheng Kuangsha was both terrified and overjoyed: "This is Sword Intent! This is actually Sword Intent!"
Although it was only "Half-Step," the Half-Step Blade Intent provided a tremendous boost for Origin Realm warriors!
At this moment, Zheng Kuangsha's admiration for Lin Qiubai surged like an unstoppable flood.
He nearly bowed down in worship of Lin Qiubai.
Meanwhile, the participating disciples looked at Lin Qiubai with fiery enthusiasm.
A single pointer had resolved the issue that had bound Zheng Kuangsha for years! Moreover, it allowed Zheng Kuangsha to comprehend Half-Step Blade Intent!
How incredible!
Compared to crushing the competition to win the championship, this was truly astonishing!
With just a wave of his hand, he guided the world and taught a genius who comprehended Half-Step Blade Intent!
A scorching gaze fell upon Lin Qiubai, as if he were a walking opportunity.
In this Arena, thirty thousand martial artists silently prayed to encounter Lin Qiubai in the upcoming matches.
Even if they lost, it didn't matter; receiving guidance from Lin Qiubai was more important than ranking!
With this thought, the thirty thousand disciples rubbed their hands together in anticipation.
Seeing that Lin Qiubai had already taken his position in the Arena, the Elder took a deep breath and announced the outcome.
"Lin Qiubai wins! Next match: Medium-Grade Sect's Eagle Iron Fortress core disciple River of Jianghe against Medium-Grade Sect's Fusen Sect core disciple Zhong Nian."
The two disciples from different Sects stood on the Arena and exchanged polite gestures.
"This junior brother, no wonder I can't let my guard down. If I win this match, there’s a chance I might face Lin Shixiong next, so I cannot lose!"
River of Jianghe's lips were crimson as he positioned his sword before his chest, ready for battle.
"For the chance to receive guidance from Lin Shixiong, I will fight until the last moment!"
Zhong Nian's gaze was resolute as he raised his Spear, blue light emanating from its tip.
The atmosphere in the arena was tense.
Lin Qiubai was taken aback by their words.
Isn't winning the battle meant for advancing?
When did it become necessary to seek his guidance?
This... seems to have gone off track, right?
As thoughts raced, the two disciples were already locked in battle, with blades and spears clashing, Vital Energy bursting forth, and Martial Arts leaping up and down.
Although they were esteemed core disciples of the Sect, their level of Martial Arts was still inferior to Lin Qiubai.
Lin Qiubai only needed to focus on mastering one high-quality Martial Art or Movement Technique.
However, they often had to cultivate two to three types of low to mid-grade Spirit Grade Martial Arts simultaneously, supplemented by Spirit Grade Movement Techniques.
Thus, the two exchanged various techniques in their Martial Arts, engaging in a fierce back-and-forth, fighting until their faces turned red without holding back.
In the end, Zhong Nian emerged victorious.
With a thrust of his spear, he swept River of Jianghe from Eagle Iron Fortress out of the Arena. After hearing the Elder announce the result, he excitedly jumped down from the Arena and glanced at Lin Qiubai before sitting cross-legged.
...
The next several matches unfolded in a similar manner. The selected disciples exerted themselves desperately, all for the sake of advancing.
Finally, it was once again Lin Qiubai's turn.
The Elder paused for a moment: "Next match, Lin Qiubai against Jiudingmen's Xue Sheng."
After speaking, the Elder eagerly awaited what would happen next.
After all, for over a decade, he had witnessed countless victories and defeats. But to guide an opponent on the battlefield while earning their utmost respect was truly unprecedented!
The elder couldn't help but anticipate what Lin Qiubai would do next that defied common sense.
His gaze fell upon the Arena.
The disciple from the Nine Tripod Sect appeared as a refined scholar, with a treasured sword resting at his waist.
"I really envy Senior Brother Xue for receiving such guidance."
"Indeed, I wonder if this person will break free from his shackles and overcome his bottleneck?"
"I think there's a good chance. After all, that's Senior Brother Lin, who defeated Qiao Liangyu with a single move and casually pointed to help someone comprehend the Half-Step Blade Intent!"
Hearing the fervent discussions behind him, Lin Qiubai felt embarrassed and leaped onto the Arena.
Xue Sheng's palms were sweaty as he bowed respectfully to Lin Qiubai.
It was a gesture of a disciple.
"I am Xue Sheng, and I once studied a fragment of a sword technique in the sect's treasure vault.
The fragment contains ten sword techniques, but after mastering them, I coincidentally developed an eleventh technique! This allowed me to rise to the rank of core disciple.
However, after researching for a year, I have been unable to perfect the twelfth sword technique. May I ask Senior Brother Lin for guidance?"
With that, Xue Sheng drew his sword and began to dance, as blue lotus flowers blossomed from the void...
Lin Qiubai was taken aback. The ability to comprehend the incomplete techniques and improve upon them, even if it was just one move, showed that Xue Sheng's talent was extraordinary.
After observing Xue Sheng's swordsmanship for a while, Lin Qiubai waved his hand to stop him from practicing.
"What you have done is not merely perfecting a sword move; you have created a new form of Martial Arts.
You have every reason to be proud and to disregard others! Let me give you a piece of advice: in the future, challenge authority!
Even the words of a Cycle Realm expert should not be taken at face value!
Disdain authority, young man. You are a genius and will surely create sword techniques that will resonate through the ages!"
Lin Qiubai knew nothing about creating Martial Arts but was quite adept at motivational speaking.
His words flowed effortlessly, eloquently expressing his thoughts.
Hearing such stirring words, Xue Sheng felt as if he had received enlightenment. He stood there in a daze for a long time before turning back with a serious expression.
"Thank you, Xue Sheng is grateful. If Lin Shixiong ever comes to Jiudingmen, I will welcome you from miles away."
Xue Sheng bowed deeply to express his gratitude and then walked down the Arena with determined steps.
"Is that it?"
"Why was there no unusual phenomenon?"
"Some guidance is profound and far-reaching; how could it be understood at a glance?"
"Wow, does that mean that Jiudingmen's Xue Sheng Senior Brother Lin is about to soar?"
"Absolutely!"
"I'm envious beyond words!"
Some people looked on with fiery eyes at the figure in the center of the arena. Meanwhile, Xue Sheng's sect Elder was beaming with joy.
With this Fortune, who cares about rankings?! Who needs rankings?!
Lin Qiubai stepped down from the Arena, standing before it under the gaze of tens of thousands of burning eyes.
He was also bewildered by the situation before him.
It turns out that showing off could be taken to such depths!
...
Time flew by like a fleeting horse, and a month of competition passed in an instant.
During this time, Lin Qiubai practiced diligently, and during the matches, he pointed out his opponents' weaknesses.
Although some situations were quite tricky, directly feeding them toxic advice, there were still areas where Lin Qiubai had some understanding, allowing him to offer guidance here and there.
He managed to deceive and trick without revealing any flaws.
In fact, he even achieved results that left him incredulous.
Three opponents have comprehended the "Half-Step Blade Intent," two have grasped the "Half-Step Sword Intent," and one has understood the "Half-Step Gun Intent"!
Because of this, the entrance to Li Mansion is bustling with activity, completely blocked.
"Master Lin, I have a Spirit-Level High-Grade Artifact, the Mingwu Ding, in exchange for your guidance!"
"Master Lin, our sect's treasure house is open to you; as long as you come to our sect and share how to cultivate!"
"Master Lin, our sect has a large number of beautiful women available for selection!"
These fervent individuals were all turned away at the door.
However, what cannot be refused is that every day thousands of letters are thrown into Li Mansion by Yuan Dan Realm Warriors, pinned to the ground...
Hoping to catch Lin Qiubai's attention.
Lin Qiubai pays no mind to any of this.
At this moment, he sits upright in his chair, one hand resting on the armrest while the other holds a thin golden paper.
On it are beautifully written characters in gold: Presented by Xiahou Prefect.
Lin Qiubai smiled slightly; in his eyes,
Xiahou Prefect is naturally the one who can produce Essence Grass...
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