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The middle-aged cultivator with a profound aura was named Liao Quanfu. He was in the Foundation Establishment Perfect Realm and had tried breaking through to the Core Formation twice, but both attempts ended in failure.

His foundation was injured during the breakthrough, and as he aged, depleted of potential, he abandoned the idea of advancing further.

Although his cultivation level was one realm higher than Shen Ye’s, Shen Ye had the advantage of youth and limitless potential. Plus, he believed his strength was no weaker than Liao Quanfu’s, so even though Liao came aggressively, Shen Ye was undaunted.

“Junior Brother Shen, isn’t it against Sword Hall rules to make such a significant decision on your own?”

“As far as I know, the one who got the Fourth Grade Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed is just an Inner Sect Disciple who has only advanced to the Foundation Establishment for a few years. His cultivation talent is extremely average. How can this convince the numerous disciples of Sword Hall?” Liao Quanfu said with a dark expression on his face.

He had had his eye on the Fourth Grade Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed for a long time. He had hoped to secure it for a talented nephew, who could become a great asset for the clan once raised, and perhaps even increase the chances of advancing to the Core Formation Realm.

He thought it was almost a guarantee, but unexpectedly, Shen Ye snatched it from him halfway and gave the Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed to an unremarkable Inner Sect Disciple to cultivate.

Have all the Sword Hall disciples convinced?”

“No matter who the Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed is given to, there will always be people unhappy with it.”

Only Elder Murong can make the decision without opposition. If Brother Liao is unsatisfied, he can go and argue with Elder Murong.”

At these words, the middle-aged cultivator was momentarily speechless. Elder Murong, referred to by Shen Ye, was the Core Formation Elder in charge of Sword Hall. Even given a hundred times the courage, he would not dare to confront Elder Murong.

Seeing his reaction, Shen Ye’s tone softened a bit and he continued unhurriedly.

I understand Liao’s brother’s loss of composure, one of the Sword Hall disciples who competed for the Fourth Grade Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed is your nephew.”

“That disciple has already cultivated several Third-grade sword grasses and stands out among all the disciples.”

“With his abilities and experiences, it would have been a great pity if it weren’t for the emergence of that disciple, as he was the most promising candidate to get the Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed.”

“As for how that disciple stood out, it’s simple. While the others were still basking in the glory of cultivating Third-grade sword grass, he had already modified a type of Third-grade sword grass.”

“He succeeded in one try.”

Shen Ye emphasized each word.

“Modified a new Third-grade sword grass in one try? How is that possible?” The middle-aged cultivator had been in Sword Hall for decades and naturally understood the implications behind Shen Ye’s words, expressing disbelief in his tone.

He knew Shen Ye wasn’t the type to exaggerate, but what he said still felt inconceivable.

I m going to visit Uncle Murong. If there are any tricks in this…”

“Hrnphl”

He huffed coldly and left with a sweep of his sleeves.

“Hmph!”

“A mere Small Loose Repair who has just entered the Inner Sect dares to snatch the Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed from me.”

At the foot of the mountain where Lu Xuan lived, a young cultivator whose appearance and temperament resembled Liao Quanfu’s stood before the Flowing Light Formation, his tone full of anger.

This time, among those competing for the cultivation rights to the Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed, he was considered to be the best in terms of abilities and experiences. Furthermore, he had an uncle who was a high-level figure in Sword Hall. He had thought he had it in the bag, but unexpectedly, his plan was overturned.

He was cut off halfway by an Inner Sect Disciple who had just advanced to the Foundation Establishment not long ago!

Upon hearing the news, he was furious and immediately sought the help of his uncle.

Unknown to him, Liao Quanfu, who was in the Foundation Establishment Perfect Realm, returned dispiritedly, as if he had hit a wall.

The young cultivator mustered up his courage to inquire, but the usually indulgent Liao Quanfu just told him to give up and then fell silent with a dark expression on his face.

He was so scared of angering his uncle that he withdrew reluctantly.

Give up his hopes? That’s impossible.

He had long been coveting that Fourth Grade Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed. Once he obtained it and cultivated it alongside the corresponding four-grade sword technique, it would grant him a significant position in the Sword Hall.

Not to mention, the Fourth Grade Sword Thousand Owls he nurtured himself would be practically within his grasp.

Being a natural sword instrument, Fourth Grade Sword Grass wasn’t common throughout the Sky Sword Sect. It could be used for long-term nurturing and refining, and potentially become his magic treasure during his Condensing Pill Realm in the future.

But now, he could only watch helplessly as the Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed fell into the hands of other disciples. All sharing the same loss, a wonderful opportunity has slipped through his fingers.

How could he accept it?

He had inquired about Lu Xuan long ago.

He was quite well-known within the Inner Sect and hardly ever interacted with others. He devoted himself to cultivating spiritual plants and seemed to resolve issues related to Spiritual Plant and Spirit Beasts for several elders.

However, he had only been an Inner Sect disciple for a few years, and his cultivation level was still shallow. Before joining the Sky Sword Sect, he was just a Small Loose Repair with acceptable talent and no powerful background.

After learning all this, he felt much more at ease.

What if he has extraordinary talent in cultivating spiritual plants? Without enough backing, he’ll just end up preparing a wedding dress for others in the end.”

The young cultivator thought to himself.

He planned to confront Lu Xuan, dominate him, and see if he could seize the Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed back.

“What should I call this elder brother?”

Suddenly, a clear voice came from a handsome young man who had stepped out of the formation. There was a slight smile on his lips as he looked at him.

My name is Liao Yufang, I’ve long heard of junior brother’s fame and deliberately paid a visit today.”

The handsome cultivator smirked even more at his words.

“It’s a good time for you to come, elder brother. I am hosting two Spirit Beast seniors today. You can join us in sampling the spirit fruit I have personally cultivated.”

The handsome cultivator, also known as Lu Xuan, responded with a laugh. “Hosting a fruit banquet? As a honorable disciple of the Sky Sword Sect, why would you need to host random people?”

Hearing this, Liao Yufang’s eyes flashed with disdain, and his opinion of Lu Xuan dropped further.

“Please lead the way, Junior Brother Lu.”

Although he looked down on Lu Xuan in his heart, he still maintained decorum on the surface, following Lu Xuan into the Flowing Light Formation. Spiritual Power surged from his feet, and they quickly flew toward the mountainside.

About ten breaths later, the two arrived in an elegant courtyard.

“Brother Liao, we have arrived. My residence is rather plain, with only some simple spirit fruits to offer. Please don’t take offense.”

Lu Xuan led Liao Yufang into the courtyard.

“Hmm.”

Liao Yufang responded softly, surveying the courtyard.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

In the small courtyard, a Luan Bird with white feathers all over its body was elegantly enjoying slices of Spirit Fruit. Seeing him enter, it glanced at him with its gem-like eyes before shifting its attention back to the Spirit Fruit.

Liao Yufang couldn’t help swallow his saliva. He was about to speak to Lu Xuan when a small monkey with a body like a shimmering jade stepped out from behind the White Luan Bird. The monkey peeked at him with its red eyes, then shyly bowed its head.

“…Sorry for intruding.”

Liao Yufang suddenly felt an impulse to flee from this place.