Sword shadows sliced through the rain curtain, tearing the void, with sword qi rampant.
Ye Xiaofan fused all the bullying and humiliation he had suffered over the years into his sword technique, unleashing it wildly. Every swing of the sword was extremely sharp.
With a sweeping stroke, his sword qi cut through the torrential rain in the shape of a crescent moon, sweeping over a hundred meters of the void, with the song of the sword echoing through this world.
Ye Xiaoyue stared blankly at this scene, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
After completing a set of sword techniques, Ye Xiaofan's entire spiritual power seemed to be exhausted, his emotions gradually calming down, the sharp sword in his hand slowly dropping as he howled at the sky, releasing his last emotions.
Unexpectedly, this unbridled release allowed him to break through to the fourth layer of the Profound Spirit Realm in one go.
A quarter of an hour later.
In the dilapidated hut.
"Xiaofan, you... what did you say?"
After listening to Ye Xiaofan's words, Ye Xiaoyue's breath quickened, her eyes full of astonishment: "You said your Martial Soul can... can sense twelve kinds of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi?"
Seeing Ye Xiaofan nod, Ye Xiaoyue took a deep breath.
Compared to the fact that her brother was already at the fourth layer of the Profound Spirit Realm, this information was even more like a thunderbolt.
"Twelve kinds, my god."
Although Ye Xiaoyue could not sense the twelve kinds of spiritual qi and could not judge the truth of Ye Xiaofan's words, she believed him.
To be able to sense twelve kinds of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi!
Doesn't that mean that her brother's awakening was at least a Celestial Tier Martial Soul? And that's the minimum!
Seeing Ye Xiaoyue so excited that she was at a loss for words, Ye Xiaofan nodded while apologizing in his heart: 'Sister, I'm sorry, I can't tell you everything just yet, please forgive Xiaofan.'
Sensing thirty-six kinds of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was too shocking, and Ye Xiaofan did not want or dare to expose too much.
It wasn't that he didn't trust his sister and deliberately concealed it, but the world was full of strong people, with countless means of forcibly searching memories.
Before he grew stronger, there were some things he could not reveal too soon. Being too sharp and obvious could attract the attention of enemies, or embroil him in unnecessary disputes, even leading to getting killed in the cradle by those with ill intentions.
Ye Xiaoyue understood this as well. After learning how extraordinary Ye Xiaofan's Martial Soul was, besides being excited and amazed, her first thought was about the possible consequences this could bring to her brother.
Ye Xiaoyue, filled with worry, instructed, "Xiaofan, keep the fact that you have a Celestial Tier Martial Soul to yourself for now. If the people of Zhao Village find out, they would stop at nothing to kill you."
After instructing her brother, Ye Xiaoyue still felt uneasy, pacing back and forth incessantly.
"No, this isn't right either. The truth will inevitably come to light eventually. Without strong backing, once your Martial Soul is exposed, it will bring enormous troubles. Even staying in the Ye Clan does not guarantee absolute security."
Seeing his sister worry for him, Ye Xiaofan slowly raised his head, his gaze firm: "Sister, I want to participate in the Star Moon City Competition!"
Ye Xiaoyue paused at his words, quietly looking at Ye Xiaofan: "Participate in the Star Moon City Competition?"
Ye Xiaofan nodded heavily, knowing that only by participating in the annual Star Moon City Competition and getting noticed and taken in by a powerful sect, could he deter those with malicious intentions.
By then, even if the people of Zhao Village wanted to kill this pride of Ye Village, they would have to weigh the strength of those powerful sects, it would serve as a guarantee for himself.
Ye Xiaofan's purpose for participating in the Star Moon City Competition wasn't just for this reason. Today's humiliation in Ye Village made him feel like there was a breath stuck in his chest.
He wanted to use the competition as a way to release that breath.
"Alright."
Ye Xiaoyue nodded in agreement, her eyes shimmering with tears.
In the following days, the siblings settled in this desolate wilderness.
Ye Xiaofan entered the nearby forest every day to cultivate frantically, practicing the "Profound Spirit Technique," and performing the "Grass Cutting Sword Technique" dozens of times daily.
Ye Xiaoyue acted as his sparring partner, occasionally giving him pointers on cultivation insights.
Although Ye Xiaofan's explosion of sword qi at his level was astonishing, compared to Ye Xiaoyue, who had already entered the mid-stage of the Profound Sea Realm, he was far from close in all aspects.
On this day.
Ye Xiaoyue looked at the sword peak so close to her, her beautiful eyes full of unspeakable shock.
She discovered that Ye Xiaofan's cultivation speed was nothing short of miraculous, his talent and comprehension had reached terrifying levels.
In just a short few days, Ye Xiaofan had broken through the fourth layer of the Profound Spirit Realm to enter the fifth layer.
Such a cultivation speed was hard to accept!
This also precisely highlighted the extraordinary nature of Ye Xiaofan's Martial Soul.
Her brother, Ye Xiaoyue's brother, was no waste; he was a true prodigious talent, even somewhat demonically outstanding!
In a blink of an eye, seven days passed by.
Seven days later.
On the border of Star Moon City, outside Ye Village.
Two towering figures stood at the peak of the hill beside Ye Village, overlooking the village below.
"This Ye Xiaotian, has actually awakened a Level Nine Nine-headed Flood Dragon Martial Soul, which aligns with your 'Dragon Emperor Technique' and 'Dragon Emperor Sword.' What kind of good deeds did this child do in his past life to earn such a heavenly opportunity, attracting a First Generation Sword Saint to come for him?"
One of the towering figures murmured, shaking his head slightly, while beside him stood a figure clad in white.
This figure had sword-like brows and starlit eyes, his demeanor impressive.
Just standing there, he was like a sharp sword waiting to be unsheathed, with his sword dao authority seemingly about to overwhelm the heavens and the earth.
It seemed as if with a mere lift of a hand, he could shatter the starry river, tear apart the sky, making the sun and moon lose its brilliance, causing cosmic chaos, gripping one's heart with terror.
This man was none other than Dugu Nan, one of the current Sword Saints dominating the entire Hundred Broken Mountain Range!
Sword Saint, the pinnacle of sword dao, these two words weighed heavily on one's breath across the Martial Soul Continent.
Dugu Nan, hearing the words, remained silent for a long while, finally turning away slowly. However, the heroic man beside him was somewhat puzzled:
"Why did you only pass that child a single sword technique instead of directly taking him as a disciple? After all, finding another Martial Soul compatible with the 'Dragon Emperor Technique' and 'Dragon Emperor Sword' might not be so easy."
"In sword dao, comprehension is most important. Whether he is fit to inherit my legacy depends on his comprehension. If his comprehension is lacking, what does it matter even if he awakens a Nine Dragon Martial Soul?" Dugu Nan replied with an unchanged expression.
After his words, Dugu Nan coughed a few times, his complexion pale.
The heroic man looked concerned upon witnessing this: "Your internal injury?"
"No worries." Dugu Nan waved his hand, the vast, ocean-like terrifying aura within him surged, momentarily suppressing his injury: "You should return to Star Moon City first, it's been a while since I've returned. I'll wander around by myself."
"You should find a successor soon. This Ye Xiaotian is already quite good, why be overly picky? I truly worry that you might suddenly transcend to immortality one day."
After finishing his words, the man shook his head, turned around, and disappeared as a long rainbow heading towards Star Moon City.
Upon hearing this, Dugu Nan's gaze turned melancholic, casting a brief look at Ye Village, and his figure gradually disappeared over the mountain.
Half a quarter of an hour later.
In the desolate outskirts ten miles away.
Dugu Nan stood in the barren lands, watching the solitary thatched hut in the distance, and the busy figure of Ye Xiaoyue in front of it, seemingly lost in reminiscence.
Once upon a time, that was where he had resided too, a First Generation Sword Saint, who walked out of that then-neglected thatched hut.
After lingering for a moment, Dugu Nan chose not to disturb Ye Xiaoyue. The once-owned hut now had a new owner, no longer belonging to him.
Yet just as Dugu Nan was about to leave.
"Huh?" His gaze shifted dramatically, staring towards the mountain forest not far from the hut, with eyes filled with astonishment: "Such sharp sword intent!"