8: Chapter 8 How can there be such a perfect person in this world?

Luo Li's hand holding the teacup stopped mid-air.

Qiuyin and Xiamo, the two maids, didn't even dare to draw a full breath.

Junior Martial Uncle's words were simply too terrifying.

In a single night, he practiced the first nine forms of the Heaven Rank sword manual?

If these words were spoken outside, Qingxuan Sect's Old Ancestor would have to crawl out of their grave just to give him a thumbs-up and praise him by saying, "You really know how to brag."

"Say that again."

Luo Li found it hard to believe.

"I have already fully mastered the first nine forms."

Zhao Ruoan's tone was calm and resolute.

Luo Li gently placed the teacup back on the stone table.

She stood up and walked in front of Zhao Ruoan.

Her height of around 1.75 meters made her only slightly shorter than Zhao Ruoan by half a head.

She just stood there without saying a word.

Zhao Ruoan felt a bit creeped out under her gaze.

Could this Senior Sister think that he was just bragging and intend to purge the Sect?

Qiuyin and Xiamo on the side were even more nervous, their palms sweating.

"Junior Martial Uncle... he didn't mean it."

Qiuyin mustered up her courage, wanting to explain on behalf of Zhao Ruoan.

Luo Li ignored her.

"Execute it once for me to see."

She said to Zhao Ruoan.

"Alright."

Zhao Ruoan closed his eyes, his mind stirring slightly.

The next moment, a profound aura diffused from his body.

That was not spiritual power, nor was it Sword Intent, but a unique Concept.

The first form, Jinghong.

A light and ethereal momentum, like a startled wild goose rising and sweeping across the water's surface.

The second form, Wind Chaser.

The momentum shifted, becoming as swift as the wind, formless and faceless.

The third form, Falling Moon.

The momentum was heavy as water, carrying a touch of clear and cold loneliness, just like the moon setting behind the western mountains.

...

Nine completely different sword momentum styles were displayed one by one on him as smoothly as flowing water.

Although not a single shred of Spiritual Qi was used, the bamboo leaves in the courtyard danced along with the transformation of the aura on his body.

Sometimes light, sometimes chaotic, sometimes solemn and killing.

The two little girls, Qiuyin and Xiamo, were completely dumbfounded.

Although their cultivation level was not high, they knew what this meant.

This was completely integrating the Concept of the sword moves into one's bones!

When the scorching sword momentum of the ninth form, "Heaven-Burning", dissipated.

Zhao Ruoan restrained his aura and opened his eyes.

The entire small courtyard returned to peace.

Luo Li stood in place, motionless.

On her eternally unchanging iceberg face, for the first time, a certain emotion named "bewilderment" appeared.

She recalled when she obtained this sword manual back then.

Revered Master said that she was a one-in-ten-thousand sword Dao prodigy.

It took her a full two days to thoroughly comprehend the first three forms.

And a full month to Revered Master all nine forms.

At that time, Revered Master stroked her head and praised her, saying, "You are uniquely talented and have surpassed the Revered Master."

But now...

Compared to the monster in front of her, what kind of a Genius was she?

"Senior Sister?"

Zhao Ruoan tentatively called out.

Luo Li's body trembled slightly, snapping back to her senses.

She stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Ruoan's wrist.

"Follow me."

Before her voice finished, she pulled Zhao Ruoan directly to the open space in the center of the courtyard.

"Watch closely."

Luo Li let go of her hand and backhanded the quaint longsword from behind her back.

Hum—

The moment the longsword left its scabbard, a clear and resonant sword cry resounded through the skies.

The Spiritual Qi of the entire Qinghan Peak boiled because of it.

"The Cloud-Piercing Sword focuses on the combination of intent and power, breaking through all obstacles."

"Your problem lies in having only intent but no power. Your body cannot yet bear that instantly erupted power."

"Remember this feeling!"

As the words fell.

Luo Li's figure disappeared from where she stood.

Replaced by a white sword light that connected heaven and earth.

That sword light was domineering and fierce.

The sword light soared into the sky, heading straight into the sea of clouds.

Rumble!

The clouds in the sky were forcibly split open by a huge gap a thousand meters long.

Sunlight poured down from the gap, illuminating the entire Qinghan Peak.

One sword, severing clouds!

Zhao Ruoan was completely dumbfounded watching this.

This is... the Cloud-Piercing Sword?

This is... Senior Sister's strength?

It was simply too outrageous.

The sword light dissipated.

Luo Li's figure reappeared in the courtyard, and the longsword returned to its scabbard.

"Did you see clearly?"

She asked.

Zhao Ruoan did not answer.

He closed his eyes, and within his mind, the Great Dao Scripture operated frantically.

Every detail of Luo Li drawing her sword just now, every wisp of spiritual power flowing, every bit of Sword Intent condensing, was analyzed, disassembled, and reorganized by the Great Dao Scripture.

Countless profound comprehensions surged into his heart.

So that was how it was.

It wasn't forcibly kneading spiritual power and Sword Intent together.

But rather using Sword Intent as a guide to leverage the spiritual power of the entire body, forming a resonance, and then pouring it all out in an instant.

This train of thought was simply a Genius!

Zhao Ruoan slowly opened his eyes and cupped his hands sincerely toward Luo Li.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister, I understand."

Luo Li nodded, just wanting to say words like "Cultivation is not a task achieved in a single day, take your time."

But she saw Zhao Ruoan pointing his fingers like a sword and lightly swiping in front of him.

Hum.

A Sword Intent, seven to eight parts similar to when Luo Li executed it earlier, condensed at his fingertips.

Although weak, its core momentum was not off by a single bit.

The spiritual power within his body was triggered by this Sword Intent, frantically surging toward his fingertips along his Meridians.

"The Cloud-Piercing Sword."

Zhao Ruoan let out a soft shout.

A three-foot-long white Sword Qi burst forth from his fingertips.

The Sword Qi broke through the air, crashing into the bamboo forest not far away.

Crack!

A row of emerald green bamboos snapped in response, their cut surfaces as smooth as a mirror.

Although the power had a world of difference compared to Luo Li's sword strike.

Yet that Concept of piercing through the clouds and moving forward with unstoppable momentum was cut from the same cloth.

He really learned it after just watching it once.

The entire Tingtao Pavilion fell into an eerie silence once again.

Luo Li looked at the tall, straight-figured, and handsome young man in front of her.

A thought uncontrollably welled up from the bottom of her heart.

In this world, how could there be such a perfect person?

She wondered which blind Fairy would be lucky enough to stand by his side in the future.

Thinking of this, her cheeks actually felt a bit warm.

"Ahem."

Luo Li gave a light cough.

"Not bad."

Her voice returned to being clear and cold, but if one listened closely, a slight fluctuation could be heard.

"To be able to comprehend to this extent after watching it just once, your Comprehension Ability is indeed above mine."

"It is all thanks to Senior Sister's good teaching," Zhao Ruoan said modestly.

"It has nothing to do with me; you are just awesome yourself."

Luo Li waved her hand; she wasn't the kind of person who liked to claim credit.

She walked to Zhao Ruoan's side and helped him tidy up his somewhat messy collar.

This intimate action made Zhao Ruoan freeze for a moment.

It also shocked Qiuyin and Xiamo behind them, causing their small mouths to open wide.

Heavens.

That was Senior Sister!

That iceberg sword goddess Luo Li in the Sect who could scare crying infants into silence at night!

She actually took the initiative to help someone tidy their clothes?

"You just entered the Sect, you don't have a handy weapon yet, right?" Luo Li asked.

"Revered Master bestowed a 'Jinghong'."

"A Medium Grade Spiritual Artifact is too inferior and doesn't match you," Luo Li directly negated, "Let's go, Senior Sister will take you down the mountain to stroll around Qingyang City."

"Down the mountain?" Zhao Ruoan was somewhat surprised.

"Mhm," Luo Li nodded, "It just so happens I also need to go out to purchase some things, and incidentally pick out a decent greeting gift for you."

"Since you just arrived, Senior Sister has to show some token of appreciation."

"This... how can I be so embarrassed?"

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Luo Li's tone was firm, "It's settled."

After finishing, she didn't wait for Zhao Ruoan to respond.

She grabbed his hand.

The next moment, a Flying Sword appeared out of thin air, carrying the two of them, turning into a streak of light that soared into the sky and flew toward the foot of the mountain.

Leaving only Qiuyin and Xiamo behind, disheveled in the wind.

"Sister Qiuyin, did I see that right? Senior Sister... she... she flew away holding Junior Martial Uncle's hand?"

"You didn't see wrong," Qiuyin murmured, "And, it seems... I even saw Senior Sister's face blush?"