Xian Tiandi’s Chaos Beast Spirit stirred within his soul, resonating with his thoughts.
The Supre Taming Dao wasn’t just about dominating beasts or controlling formations. It was about asserting authority over concepts themselves.
Sword Intent was a concept. And concepts could be tad.
Xian Tiandi’s eyes took on a golden glow as he activated his Supre Taming authority. His spiritual sense extended outward, not searching for physical objects but reaching toward the abstract intentions present in nature around him.
The river’s cutting flow. The wind’s sharp edge. The mountain’s overwhelming pressure.
He reached out with his Supre Taming Dao and attempted sothing he’d never tried before.
Not taming a physical thing or a formation connection, but taming the very concept of Sword Intent itself as it existed in the natural world.
For a mont, nothing happened.
Then, suddenly, he felt it. A connection ford. The Sword Intent present in his surroundings—the intent to cut, to pierce, to dominate—recognized his authority. For a brief few seconds, that intent beca his.
Xian Tiandi’s posture shifted. The sword in his hand, which had felt like an ordinary tool monts ago, suddenly seed to hum with power. He moved, performing a simple horizontal slash.
*Swish!*
The blade cut through the air, and sothing invisible extended from its edge. A nearby boulder, several ters away from his swing, suddenly had a deep groove carved across its surface. Stone chips scattered across the ground.
Xian Tiandi stared at the result, his expression calm but his mind racing with excitent.
’Success!’
He’d done it. He’d temporarily tad Sword Intent from his environnt and wielded it as his own.
The sensation faded after a few seconds. The connection broke, and the sword beca ordinary again in his hands.
But the proof remained—the cut in the boulder was real.
’Supre Taming can be used for comprehension,’ he realized. ’If I can temporarily ta a concept, I can understand it perfectly during that ti. This is another application of my path. I don’t need to spend years studying to comprehend sothing. I can simply ta it and absorb the understanding directly.’
The implications were staggering. Sword Intent, saber intent, spear intent, formation mastery, alchemy understanding—any concept could potentially be tad temporarily and understood.
Of course, there were limitations. The taming only lasted seconds. Maintaining it drained his Qi rapidly. And truly mastering sothing required more than temporary understanding—it required integration into his own cultivation.
But as a learning tool, as a way to accelerate comprehension, this technique was revolutionary.
Xian Tiandi smiled faintly. Another piece of his Supre Taming Dao had fallen into place.
He was about to return to camp when his spiritual sense suddenly detected sothing.
Multiple powerful auras were approaching fast from the east. Golden Core level cultivators, moving at high speed through the mountains.
His eyes narrowed. That wasn’t normal travel speed. Those cultivators were chasing sothing or soone.
Instinct told him this was significant. His past life experience had taught him to trust those instincts.
Xian Tiandi imdiately activated a concealnt technique. His presence vanished, becoming nearly undetectable even to spiritual senses.
He moved swiftly and silently, positioning himself in dense foliage on the mountainside where he could observe without being seen.
The approaching auras grew closer. Then he heard the sound of soone running desperately through the underbrush.
A figure burst into the valley. A woman, dressed in torn robes that had once been fine silk.
Her clothes bore royal purple and gold patterns—the colors of the Redleaf Kingdom’s royal family. Blood stained her shoulder and side. Her face was pale and covered in sweat. She was clearly injured and exhausted.
But despite her condition, she moved with the speed and agility of a Golden Core cultivator. She ran along the riverbank, her eyes constantly scanning for escape routes.
Xian Tiandi’s eyes widened in recognition.
He knew this woman. Not personally—he’d never t her in this life. But he’d seen paintings and heard descriptions.
Princess Yue Lianhua. The Fourth Princess of the Redleaf Kingdom.
And in that mont, mories from his past life flooded back. He rembered hearing about this event years later, long after it had happened.
Princess Yue Lianhua had been assassinated during a "training journey" with her sect. The official story was that she’d been killed by demonic beasts in the mountains.
But there had been rumors—whispers of conspiracy, of royal power struggles, of hired assassins.
The truth had never co out. The incident had been buried, covered up by those in power.
’I’ve stumbled onto the exact mont of her assassination,’ Xian Tiandi realized with shock. ’In the original tiline, she dies here and now.’
His mind imdiately began calculating. Princess Yue Lianhua was a significant figure. He recalled the details he’d heard about her:
She was in her mid-twenties, making her about a decade older than his current age of sixteen. She was a cultivation genius, having reached the early Golden Core Realm before age thirty—an impressive achievent in the Redleaf Kingdom.
She was ranked 12th on the Redleaf Kingdom’s Hidden Dragon Rankings, a list of the most talented young cultivators under thirty-five. Interestingly, she was tied for that position with her twin sister, Princess Yue Minghua. The two were apparently nearly identical in both appearance and cultivation talent.
She was also ranked 9th on the Beauty Rankings, again tied with her twin. The two of them were considered among the most beautiful won in the kingdom.
And interestingly for Xian Tiandi’s interests, she was a mber of the Blue Rain Sect—the sa sect that Fang Ling, the Fang Clan’s second daughter, had recently joined.
If he saved her life, he would gain a connection to both the royal family and the Blue Rain Sect. That could be incredibly valuable for his future plans.
Decision made. He would intervene. But carefully.
Four figures appeared, pursuing the princess. They landed in the valley, surrounding her escape route. All four wore dark grey robes with a black blade emblem on the chest.
The Dark Blade Sect.
Xian Tiandi knew of them. They were a smaller sect with a dubious reputation. Not quite an evil sect, but they operated in moral grey areas. They took assassination contracts, conducted espionage, and sold their services to the highest bidder.
The four assassins spread out, boxing the princess in. Xian Tiandi’s spiritual sense analyzed their cultivation levels quickly.
Two were early Golden Core Realm. One was mid Golden Core. And the leader was late Golden Core.
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