Time flies, time flies.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed since the promise at Piaomiao Mountain.

A hundred years of vicissitudes of life are enough to change dynasties in the secular world, but for some cultivators, it may only be a snap of a finger...

In Wushuang City, in the Ethereal Valley, Liang Yan was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.

He was dressed in a gray robe, with his long hair tied up casually, and his clothes were fluttering in the breeze.

The air around him seemed to have solidified, and it was so quiet that only his slight breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, Liang Yan changed a technique, placing his hands flat on his knees, palms upward, as if he was receiving the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

As he breathed in and out, the spiritual energy around him began to surge slowly, like small streams, gathering from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, these spiritual energies formed a vague whirlpool around him, as if hundreds of rivers were returning to the sea, constantly pouring into his body.

Every pore on Liang Yan's body was greedily absorbing spiritual energy.

This situation lasted for seven days and seven nights, until he sucked up all the spiritual energy around him, and then the vision in the valley slowly dissipated.

"call……"

Liang Yan let out a breath and opened his eyes leisurely.

His eyes were extremely deep, like an ancient well and cold pool. At this moment, his spiritual consciousness looked inside. After checking it carefully, a smile appeared on his face.

"Finally, the practice is complete." Liang Yan murmured to himself.

Since the Nine Saints slayed the demons, he has been practicing in Wushuang City for more than a hundred years.

As of now, his cultivation level can no longer increase, and he vaguely feels the bottleneck. He must overcome the seventh difficulty before he can continue to practice...

"One hundred years is really a long time!" Liang Yan sighed softly.

You must know that the cultivation speed of Juetian Daoji is faster than that of Tianlinggen. Before overcoming the second disaster, he can cultivate to perfection in only fifty or sixty years.

But after surviving the second disaster, Liang Yan clearly felt that the difficulty of cultivation had suddenly increased!

Even though he had the ultimate Dao foundation and the massive resources of Wushuang City, it still took him more than a hundred years to reach perfection, which was twice as long as before.

If it were an ordinary monk in the Tribulation Realm, it would take at least more than three hundred years to practice from the Second Disaster to the Seventh Disaster!

"Practice, it becomes more and more difficult as you go up..."

Liang Yan thought to himself, then stretched out his right hand and silently made calculations.

"Well... there is no movement in the heavenly senses. It seems that the seventh difficulty is not coming so soon, but I have to make preparations in advance to prevent any unexpected events."

If you want to deal with disasters, the best way is to improve your own methods.

However, with Liang Yan's current swordsmanship, it is difficult to improve in Antarctic Fairy Continent...

"Dongyun Lingzhou..."

Liang Yan remembered what the angry monk said before leaving.

"Where is the origin of swordsmanship? It makes me a little curious... I wonder what the swordsmanship they practice looks like. Can I learn from it?"

Thinking of this, Liang Yan's eyes showed a hint of excitement.

He has always been tireless in exploring the way of swordsmanship, and has a strong desire for knowledge that drives him forward.

There are so many questions to answer!

For example: How is the sword heart understood by others different from your own?

Another example: What is the state after Kenshin?

Another example: What is the secret to becoming a saint through sword cultivation?

…

This series of questions is like an unknown door. Liang Yan can't wait to push it open and explore the scene behind the door.

Thoughts were swirling in his mind. After a long time, Liang Yan took a deep breath.

"In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed. Now, all aspects of Wushuang City are on the right track. Coupled with Xiao Kunlun's alliance agreement, there should be no problems."

"Perhaps it's time to continue my search for the truth."

…

Three days later, Wushuang City, outside Fengyun Palace.

A cute-looking girl with bear ears stood in the center of the square, looking left and right from time to time, as if waiting for something.

After a while, two rays of light suddenly flew through the air and landed on the square in the blink of an eye.

The light dissipated, revealing two beautiful young women, one wearing white clothes and the other wearing a Taoist robe. The former was gentle and graceful, while the latter had a somewhat sassy appearance.

Both women have advanced levels of cultivation in the late Tongxuan period, and their sword intent surges throughout their bodies, making them look extremely impressive.

The strange thing is that the bear-eared girl is obviously only at the peak of the golden elixir, but the two girls are very respectful when they see her, and almost at the same time they raise their hands and say: "I have met the senior sister!"

The bear-eared girl hurriedly waved her hand: "Oh, I'm not used to you guys being like this, so you might as well call me 'Yue'er'."

The two women looked at each other and smiled: "You can call me that in normal times, but today we are in front of Master, so we can't mess around."

"That's...ok." The bear-eared girl nodded helplessly.

During the conversation, four more escaping lights flew from a distance and soon landed on the square.

But there were four men, a bald man, an elegant man, and two high-spirited young men who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"I've met Senior Sister!" The four of them saluted at the same time.

The bear-eared girl was treated respectfully by so many people, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. She touched her head and said with a naive smile: "Hello, fellow juniors!"

The Taoist-robed woman pursed her lips and smiled: "More than a hundred years have passed, and Senior Sister is still so easily shy."

"Okay, please stop making fun of Senior Sister."

The woman in white poked her, and then said softly: "Everyone is here, let's go in and see Master?"

"Um."

The bear-eared girl nodded repeatedly.

Under her leadership, everyone walked into the Fengyun Palace one after another.

I saw that the furnishings in the palace were extremely simple, with only a few pillars on which the wind and clouds were surging, and seven futons placed on the ground.

There is a man in gray clothes sitting at the back of the hall. He is tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He is Liang Yan!

The moment they saw him, seven people knelt down and saluted at the same time.

"Meet the Master!"

"Everyone, get up." Liang Yan said calmly.

"Thank you Master!"

The seven people stood up slowly and stood with their hands down in the hall, showing great respect.

Liang Yan glanced at the disciples, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "That's right, you haven't neglected your training recently, especially Li Mobai and Leng Kuangsheng. You two have made rapid progress. I am very pleased to be my teacher."

After receiving his praise, Li Mo's white eyebrows danced with joy, and his joy was beyond words.

Although Leng Kuangsheng's expression didn't change much, there was still a hint of excitement in the depths of his eyes.

"Calculate the time, you have been learning swordsmanship from me for more than a hundred years."

Liang Yan sighed with emotion and said slowly: "I've called you here today. I plan to arrange your seats for my master, and at the same time, I will officially accept the named disciples among you as my disciples."

As soon as this statement came out, except for Xiong Yuer and Li Xiran, the other five people showed surprise.

Although they are all counted as Liang Yan's disciples, only Xiong Yuer and Li Xiran are the actual disciples, and the other five are only registered disciples.

The so-called registered disciples actually need to be assessed. If the master is not satisfied, the registered disciple will not be accepted as a disciple.

Therefore, when they heard that Liang Yan was going to officially take them into his sect, Li Mobai and the other five people couldn't help but be extremely excited.

This proves that they have been recognized by Liang Yan!

The man in front of me is the Lord of Wushuang City, known as the "Immortal Sword Immortal"!

Thinking of this, the five people bowed down at the same time and kowtowed three times to Liang Yan.

Liang Yan smiled slightly: "From today on, Bai Qingruo, Gu Xingyun, Luo Tianxiang, Li Mobai, and Leng Kuangsheng, you five are all my disciples. There is no need for complicated etiquette when you join my disciples, just follow your heart."

After saying that, with a flick of his hand, all five people stood up.

"Scheduling seats today..."

Liang Yan looked around at the crowd and pointed at the first futon on the left: "Xiong Yue'er, you sit in the chief seat."

"Yes, Master."

Xiong Yue'er lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, acting a little reserved.

But the people present were not surprised at all. They all smiled and watched her take the first seat.

"Li Xiran, you sit on the second futon." Liang Yan said again.
To be continued...