The longsword's movements were unpredictable, like the flowing clouds in the sky, making it impossible to anticipate where the next strike would land.
Zhang Bin's strength had reached the Third Level of Pulse Condensation, and he was using an intermediate Yellow Rank sword technique. The power of his strikes was so formidable that even his peers dared not face him directly, and Zhang Bin did not believe Lin Xuan could withstand this attack.
Fortunately, Lin Xuan had just broken through to the Second-level Pulse Condensing Realm, and his strength had greatly increased. He continuously retreated, barely dodging the sword attack.
"Damn it, how bizarre! You actually dodged it!" Zhang Bin exclaimed, his sword missing its mark and leaving him somewhat dazed.
"So you've broken through to the Second-level Pulse Condensing Realm. The medicinal power of the Fire Ganoderma is indeed strong. But to let someone as useless as you waste such a good thing!" The more Zhang Bin spoke, the angrier he became, and his moves grew even more vicious.
Boom!
The longsword, enveloped in blue Spiritual Power, burst through the wooden wall, allowing the fierce wind to gush inside and shake the little hut.
"I'm not in the mood to drag this out. Go to hell, I'll take your blood!" Zhang Bin's aura grew even more powerful, his longsword radiating beams of light.
"You call that swordsmanship?" Lin Xuan retorted unapologetically, "It's full of holes in my view!"
Lin Xuan stepped forward, his longsword transforming as its tip emitted a cold gleam, leaving a trail of Sword Shadows in the air.
"Breeze Sword Technique, this is impossible!" Zhang Bin cried out, "That's a high-level Yellow Rank sword skill, how could a Sword Slave like you learn it?"
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth as his longsword, in harmony with the wild winds outside, formed an invisible Sword Qi inside the room.
"You just wait!" Frightened, Zhang Bin quickly fled the hut, disappearing into the storm.
Lin Xuan put away his Black Iron Sword and sighed with relief. He had been practicing the sword all day with Tang Yu and had long since mastered the moves of the Breeze Sword Technique.
However, it was all just for show at this point; he lacked the Sword technique and mental method, making it weak and barely harmful. It was fine for scaring Zhang Bin, but in a real fight, it wouldn't cause any damage.
Zhang Bin surely wouldn't let this go. Now was not the time to clash with him again; it was better to settle this after joining the Xuanjian Sect.
With the small wooden hut smashed to bits, sleeping was out of the question. Lin Xuan simply sat cross-legged and resumed his cultivation of the Longevity Technique. He hadn't even mastered the basics yet, but he had already caused trouble with several disciples. Without formidable strength, he couldn't survive.
With his hands forming seals, Lin Xuan entered a state of cultivation, a faint cyan glow radiating from his body like a lonely lamp in the darkness.
The next morning, as the rain stopped, the entire mountain was extraordinarily fresh, exuding the fragrance of wet soil.
Lin Xuan woke from his meditation, stretched, and began practicing his swordsmanship.
It was still the same swift move, fast as a falling star. Although repetitive and tedious, he practiced meticulously.
Last night, this sword technique had proven its power. Although he didn't know its grade, Lin Xuan felt that it was on par with any other sword technique, and he could sense a special Sword Intent emanating from it.
However, its only drawback was the high consumption of Spiritual Power; with Lin Xuan's current strength, he could only use it three times before depleting his Spiritual Power.
Thus, the sword technique was best suited for defeating an enemy with a single move.
"Eh, this early?" Just as Lin Xuan was practicing, Tang Yu approached cheerfully from a distance. But when he saw the dilapidated little hut, his delicate face suddenly turned cold.
"What's going on? Who started it?" Tang Yu asked.
"It's nothing, I can handle it myself," Lin Xuan shook his head.
"You?" Tang Yu gave him a look and then her mouth formed an 'O', "A Second-Order Spirit Warrior, you broke through?"
Lin Xuan shrugged and smiled, "Just kept practicing, and suddenly, I broke through."
With her hands behind her back, Tang Yu circled around him three times, making Lin Xuan's skin crawl.
"What are you trying to do?" Lin Xuan asked warily.
"You're no fun!" Tang Yu pouted, "How about following me once you pass the outer door test?"
"Follow you?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow, "I'll consider it."
He knew that the Xuanjian Sect disciples were divided into many factions, constantly struggling against each other, with many resources under their control. Thus, entering the outer door meant he would probably have to join one of these factions.
"Don't worry, after entering the Outer Door, I'll look after you!" Tang Yu patted her well-developed chest and said proudly.
Cultivation days flew by, and soon it was time for the Outer Door test. Lin Xuan's cultivation had broken through again, reaching the Third Level of Pulse Condensation. He could now gather spiritual power on the sword body, nearly doubling his attack power.
The outer door's examination mainly targeted the disciples of the families, with only a small portion of sword slaves participating. Lin Xuan, dressed in grey linen, stood among a group of richly dressed young men, looking somewhat out of place.
"Who is this servant? His clothes are so shabby," someone ridiculed.
"This is a sword slave from the Xuantian Sect, probably here to take the test."
"What, a Sword Slave!" Many family disciples sneered, "Still a servant, really clueless to venture here!"
"Having fun chatting?" Lin Xuan strode up to those disciples, releasing his aura, and his body radiated a green light.
Those disciples, all at the first or at most second level of the Magnetic Condensation Realm, trembled under Lin Xuan's imposing presence.
Lin Xuan snorted coldly as a warning. Sure enough, these family disciples became very obedient, though a few harbored hatred towards Lin Xuan in their hearts.
"Damn, acting all high and mighty, my elder brother is in this outer door. Just wait until after the test, I'll teach you a lesson!" several family disciples prepared to retaliate against Lin Xuan.
Soon, several young disciples from the Xuantian Sect came out, one of whom was a young man. He said aloud, "I am in charge of the outer door test this time. The rule is simple: defeat the Bamboo Forest Guard to pass the test. You can go alone or as a team."
"Come with me," the young man led everyone to a corridor and asked, "Who's first?"
Lin Xuan eyed the corridor, about three meters wide and over ten meters long. Guards stood on both sides, each holding a bamboo sword, completely motionless.
After observing carefully, Lin Xuan was slightly surprised that the so-called Bamboo Forest Guards were actually made of bamboo and weren't real people.
Many family disciples also noticed this and began talking among themselves.
"It's just a bunch of puppets, I'll go!" A young man in purple arrogantly stepped forward, his longsword emitting a green light, and he dashed forward with swift steps.
Inside the corridor, a green Bamboo Forest Guard stepped forward, its eye sockets flashed, and its green bamboo sword pointed forward.