In the Sea of Consciousness, the Extinct Spirit Seed spun rapidly, and the cold energy within Ghost Guest's body dissipated instantly. The lotus seed transford into pure energy, rging into the Wood Spirit Root.
Under the effect of the lotus seed, Ghost Guest's Wood Spirit Root advanced at a visible speed towards eighty percent completion, far surpassing the effects of any ingredients he had consud before.
Moreover, the essence of the lotus seed, refined by the Extinct Spirit Seed, converted into Spiritual Energy and surged into his ridians, instantly opening two acupoints for Ghost Guest.
Fourteen acupoints in one day—such a cultivation speed was sothing he could never have imagined before!
"Thank you, Master!" Ghost Guest slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and respectfully cupped his fists in salute. He glanced at Aaron Ouyang, who withdrew his hand from Ghost Guest's top of the skull, and finally felt relieved.
If the Extinct Spirit Seed had been discovered, his head would have been pierced through by now.
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Aaron Ouyang stroked his beard and sighed, "Enhancing the Spirit Root postnatally—if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. The mysteries of creation are truly awe-inspiring. I have always admired your temperant. Now that you are no longer hindered by your natural endownt, you should soar high and not waste your unique physique. In ti, your achievents will surely surpass Mark Ye's. Your cultivation has advanced too quickly today; you must stabilize your foundation. Once your Wood Spirit Root is perfected, co see again. Do not speak of today's events to anyone."
"Yes, Master. I will rember your teachings. Thank you for your gift. I take my leave." Ghost Guest stored the century-old snow lotus heart into his Storage Bag, cupped his fists in salute, and slowly exited the great hall, maintaining a bowed posture until the doors closed behind him. Only then did he straighten up and turn around.
Kenneth Yi, who was ditating outside the hall, slowly opened his eyes. After respectfully saluting the closed hall doors, he led Ghost Guest straight to the Jadeite Platform.
"Since you're out, let's have today's lesson here. It saves you another trip."
"Alright, as you say, Senior Brother."
On the Jadeite Platform, Kenneth Yi and Ghost Guest had just landed when they saw Mark Ye waiting outside the courtyard. Kenneth Yi smiled warmly, "What a coincidence today. You two can co in together."
Ghost Guest cupped his fists, "Senior Brother, let him go first. I'll co another day."
Mark Ye released his full cultivation, speaking coldly, "Stop pretending to be humble. Your act disgusts . You fooled once, but you won't fool Senior Brother. Cultivation is about striving. Since we're both here, let's have a fair fight. The winner will seek Senior Brother's guidance first."
Ghost Guest felt Mark Ye's aura and frowned.
Mark Ye had grown stronger, reaching Qi Refinent Level Three, and his aura was stable, indicating he hadn't just broken through. Mark Ye had grown stronger again.
Even though he disliked Mark Ye, he had to admire his cultivation speed.
This was a true genius, soone who didn't need cunning or sches, whose natural talent alone commanded respect and even made others seek his friendship.
Ghost Guest calmly said, "I concede. I'm not your match. You go first."
Mark Ye sneered, "Coward. You don't even have the courage to fight . What are you cultivating for?"
Ghost Guest's expression remained calm as he looked at Kenneth Yi, "Senior Brother, you know we don't get along. I request to withdraw and co another day."
Kenneth Yi patted both of their shoulders, smiling warmly, "I believe a truly strong person can converse and laugh with his enemies. I won't ddle in your grievances. Since you're both here, let's go in together. I trust you'll give this face. Junior Brother Ye will go first, and I'll teach him first. How about that?"
"Let's do as Senior Brother says." Mark Ye thought for a mont, then nodded, giving Ghost Guest a cold glance before following Kenneth Yi into the courtyard.
Ghost Guest walked at the back, watching Mark Ye's back thoughtfully.
He couldn't yet converse and laugh with his enemies as Senior Brother suggested, but he realized this was an opportunity.
Mark Ye seeking Senior Brother's guidance first ant he could observe Mark Ye's techniques and combat style.
To defeat an enemy, one must first understand them.
...
On the lake, sword light flickered.
Mark Ye stood on the lake's surface, wielding his flying sword as he attacked Kenneth Yi, his Sword Qi sharp and fierce, each strike more powerful than the last.
Kenneth Yi, holding a low-grade mortal flying sword, suppressed his cultivation to match Mark Ye's level, calmly parrying each of Mark Ye's strikes, defending without attacking.
Ghost Guest sat in the pavilion, holding a teacup to his lips for a long ti without drinking, unaware of when the tea had cooled, his eyes fixed on Mark Ye's swordsmanship.
Even if Mark Ye's cultivation was higher than his, he might not be Mark Ye's match even if their levels were the sa. Every ti he sparred with Senior Brother, he asked him to use sword techniques, preparing for a future confrontation with Mark Ye.
But now, he saw there was still a significant gap between him and Mark Ye. Mark Ye had fully mastered the combat style of a sword cultivator, using offense as defense, his attacks so fierce they faintly suppressed Senior Brother.
Mark Ye suddenly ford a sword gesture with his fingers, sending a Sword Qi towards Kenneth Yi. As Kenneth Yi blocked it, the flying sword sped towards Kenneth Yi's throat.
It seed he intended to seal the throat with one strike.
Mark Ye knew his cultivation couldn't harm Kenneth Yi, so he fought without reservations, each move hiding lethal intent.
Facing this deadly strike, Kenneth Yi's flying sword vibrated, releasing an even sharper Sword Qi that knocked Mark Ye's flying sword away. Seizing the mont as Mark Ye recalled his sword, Kenneth Yi charged forward, pressing his sword against Mark Ye's throat.
Ghost Guest stood up abruptly, not noticing the tea spilling on him.
This was the battle between sword cultivators; the outco was uncertain until the last mont.
Mark Ye's eyes were full of shock. He could feel that Kenneth Yi hadn't surpassed the cultivation limit, yet that last strike clearly exceeded his level.
He didn't suspect Kenneth Yi of cheating but couldn't understand how that strike was achieved.
"Please enlighten , Senior Brother." Mark Ye respectfully cupped his fists in salute.
With a wave of his hand, Kenneth Yi recalled Mark Ye's fallen flying sword to its sheath, speaking gently, "Excess leads to decline. A sword has a sheath to conceal its edge. Humility brings benefits, arrogance invites loss. When your sword's sharpness reaches its peak, it must weaken. I kept defending, borrowing your offensive montum to accumulate Sword Qi, thus unleashing a strike beyond my cultivation. Your sword is too sharp. To advance further, you must learn to conceal its edge."
Mark Ye pondered for a mont, then said solemnly, "I disagree. Perhaps my sharpness isn't enough. Next ti, my sword will be even sharper. Right or wrong, let battle prove it."
Kenneth Yi didn't mind Mark Ye's attitude, smiling warmly, "That's fine. Among sword cultivators, the simple truth is that the victor is right. I look forward to your next strike."
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother." Mark Ye lightly stepped off the lake, flying to the pavilion, his sleeve flicking as he coldly looked at Ghost Guest, "Your turn."
Though arrogant, he wasn't foolish. If Ghost Guest watched him wield his sword, he would naturally watch Ghost Guest's combat.
Ghost Guest leaped, landing steadily on the lake's surface.
"What do you want to learn today?" Kenneth Yi asked.
Ghost Guest took out the bronze sword that had been gathering dust in his Storage Bag, saluting with the sword, "Today, I wish to learn sword control from Senior Brother."
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