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Zhang Hanxiao, the top performer in Azure Cloud Sect's missions, naturally possessed exceptional strength.

Despite his fondness for gambling and vice, his talent was undeniable. Not yet thirty, he had already reached the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

Among the disciples of Crimson Sky Peak, he was only slightly older than Mu Baishuang and Li Qingran. Although his cultivation level couldn't compare to Lu Changtian and others, he always managed to overshadow Li Qingran. Back when they were still at Crimson Sky Peak, Li Qingran was often called by Zhang Hanxiao to be his punching bag, yet she was never a match for him.

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Both practiced the exclusive sword technique of Crimson Sky Peak—the Lesser Wuxiang Sword.

Zhang Hanxiao had mastered the sword technique, while Li Qingran, having joined Crimson Sky Peak for a shorter period, progressed slowly. Her master, Daoist Qingxuan, often secluded himself in meditation and wasn't particularly responsible. Moreover, she seemed to lack talent in swordsmanship, taking three years to barely reach a minor achievement.

Facing Zhang Hanxiao, who surpassed her in every aspect of swordsmanship and inner strength, Li Qingran couldn't deny feeling pressured.

Yet her hand remained steady on the hilt of her sword.

She held the Su Xian Sword.

"Li Qingran, I heard from First Senior Brother that you managed to cultivate to the peak of Qi Refining despite having a damaged dantian? Such perseverance! If only you had been this diligent when you were still at Crimson Sky Peak. But back then, you were always fooling around, and now it's too late to start working hard."

Zhang Hanxiao instinctively reached for his flying sword, only to find it missing.

He remembered he had given his usual flying sword to Mu Baishuang.

Now, he only had a low-grade spiritual artifact, a dull flying sword he wouldn't even use to chop vegetables.

He pursed his lips and still took out that sword. Against Li Qingran, this broken flying sword would suffice.

"Li Qingran, I'm at mid-stage Foundation Establishment. To duel with you at this level would be dishonorable even if I win. So, I'll suppress my cultivation to the peak of Qi Refining, just like you." Zhang Hanxiao pointed his sword at Li Qingran, arrogantly lifting his chin.

Not far away, Daoist Qingxuan couldn't help but twitch his mouth, his face growing darker.

Zhang Hanxiao, you fool!

Li Qingran's dantian was damaged, and she had no spiritual root. Suppressing to the peak of Qi Refining was still unfair. At least suppressing to the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining would appear fair on the surface.

How did he end up accepting such a disgraceful fool into Crimson Sky Peak?

Wu Duantian understood Daoist Qingxuan well. This elder cared most about his reputation. Seeing Daoist Qingxuan's face darken like the bottom of a pot, Wu Duantian estimated that after today's events, Zhang Hanxiao would likely spend half a year facing the wall at Reflection Cliff.

Faced with Zhang Hanxiao's taunts, Li Qingran remained silent.

Her sword was already drawn, its light like lightning, her body like a startled swan, swiftly charging towards Zhang Hanxiao.

"Sister, your first move 'Startled Branch' is not yet perfected!" Zhang Hanxiao laughed loudly, leaping into the air, slashing down with a sword, three sword shadows converging towards Li Qingran, launching the vicious killing move of the Lesser Wuxiang Sword—Lonely Swan Shadow.

Li Qingran looked at the three shifting sword shadows. She had been defeated countless times by this move, but today it seemed less daunting. Even with his cultivation suppressed, Zhang Hanxiao's mastered sword technique was still fierce, yet in her eyes, it appeared much slower.

Why...

Was it because of the Superior Grade Dantian?

Her doubts quickly turned into certainty.

The Superior Grade Dantian was incredibly rare, a coveted existence even in ancient times. How could it not have some unique features?

As her thoughts raced, Li Qingran caught Zhang Hanxiao's real shadow, their swords clashing with a resounding clang.

The smugness on Zhang Hanxiao's face froze. He knew Li Qingran's weaknesses, so he started with an infallible killing move.

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A broken sword lay on the ground.

He looked down to see only half of his sword remaining in his hand.

A low-grade spiritual artifact was cut in half with just one strike?

Zhang Hanxiao looked incredulously at Li Qingran a few steps away. She stood there with her sword, the flying sword in her hand emitting a chilling aura, its blade like a dark night, its hilt like pale moonlight, the crimson tassel swaying in the wind. This sword was definitely not Li Qingran's!

"That sword is of high quality," Sect Master Wu Duantian squinted his eyes. "If I'm not mistaken, it's at least a superior-grade spiritual artifact. The cold aura from the blade is like a waterfall, even among superior-grade spiritual artifacts, it's top-notch. With further nurturing, it could easily develop a trace of intelligence, becoming a spiritual artifact."

Daoist Qingxuan's face was somber, his fingers rubbing the sword hilt, his teeth grinding with frustration, wishing he could rush up and cut down Zhang Hanxiao with a single stroke.

Earlier, he thought Zhang Hanxiao's unfair victory was embarrassing. Now, seeing the broken sword in Zhang Hanxiao's hand, he felt even more humiliated. If Zhang Hanxiao couldn't defeat Li Qingran, wouldn't that be even more disgraceful? Never mind the spiritual artifact; a weapon is also part of a cultivator's strength.

But this sword was indeed over the top.

For those at the Divine Transformation stage, such a quasi-spiritual artifact was ordinary.

But for cultivators at the Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, or even Golden Elixir stages, such a superior-grade spiritual artifact was a treasure.

Giving such a superior-grade spiritual artifact to a Qi Refining stage novice cultivator?

What was the relationship between that mysterious person and Li Qingran, to support her so generously? Or perhaps, to that person, a mere superior-grade spiritual artifact sword was insignificant, so they could give it away without concern for wasting resources.

Daoist Qingxuan's mind was in turmoil, while the battle on the plaza had taken a sharp turn.

Without a weapon, Zhang Hanxiao dared not clash head-on with Li Qingran.

The advantage of a longer sword compensated for Li Qingran's shortcomings in sword moves. Zhang Hanxiao tried to deplete Li Qingran's spiritual energy, but the longer the fight dragged on, the more his own spiritual energy was exhausted, putting him at a disadvantage.

"Impossible, in the past, her spiritual energy would have been depleted by now!"

Watching Li Qingran, who showed no sign of fatigue, Zhang Hanxiao's Dao Heart wavered, causing him to lose focus for a moment.

Losing focus in battle was a grave mistake.

Li Qingran seized the opportunity, her sword moves shifting from conservative to aggressive.

Her robes fluttered, graceful as a butterfly.

The ninth move of the Lesser Wuxiang Sword—Dancing Shadows of the Trees.

With a flick of her wrist, the sword seemed to transform into sunlight filtering through leaves, creating dense spots of light, or shattering into countless fragments, each targeting a vital point.

Li Qingran fully realized her transformation.

Dancing Shadows of the Trees was the most difficult move of the Lesser Wuxiang Sword. In the past, she couldn't execute it with ease, but today it flowed effortlessly.

The Superior Grade Dantian not only enhanced her spiritual energy purity and reserves.

It also improved her comprehension!

Thinking of this, Li Qingran's eyes grew warm.

The value of that pill was unimaginable.

Yet the senior gave her the pill just to restore her dantian...

Perhaps that Divine Pill was useful to the senior as well, but they still used it on her.

"Senior, Qingran will not disappoint you!"

"Li Qingran, don't push your luck!" Zhang Hanxiao dodged awkwardly, his anger reaching its peak.

He no longer suppressed his cultivation, forming hand seals, returning to mid-stage Foundation Establishment.

But Li Qingran's sword had already arrived!

The sword light was like a shadow, fragments of gold filling the sky.

With a scream.

Zhang Hanxiao's body flew backward, rolling in the dust, his chest and limbs covered in dense sword wounds, blood gushing out.

Three steps away,

Li Qingran sheathed her sword, standing tall.