313: Chapter 313 The Mutual Appreciation of Sword Cultivators: Nangong Wan'er's New Best Friend

The next morning, the first ray of dawn pierced through the Chaos Spiritual Qi mist swirling above the Xu Family Imperial Estate, falling upon the vast white jade Martial Arts Training Ground.

This Martial Arts Training Ground covered a vast area, paved entirely with Inkstar Meteoric Iron capable of withstanding a Saint's full-strength blow, and surrounded by massive stone pillars carved with ancient Divine Beast totems. Bursts of extremely pure Spiritual Qi flowed slowly over the flat ground like a white veil.

Lin Qingxue arrived here early.

After being treated by Xu Chen's Hongmeng Creation Qi last night, the severed Meridians in her body had completely stabilized.

Although her Dantian's spiritual power was still empty due to her recent recovery from serious injuries, making her unable to display her Quasi-Saint level cultivation, her Supreme Sword Heart, which had nearly collapsed, had fully regained its former sharpness and clarity.

For a Sword Cultivator, as long as the Sword Heart remains, the person does not fall.

Lin Qingxue did not take her broken half-sword; instead, she casually picked a medium-weight fine steel longsword from the weapon rack at the edge of the Martial Arts Training Ground.

She wore a plain white training outfit, with her long black hair tied high into a neat ponytail. A breeze brushed past, fluttering her slender yet explosively powerful waist.

Lin Qingxue took a deep breath of the refreshing Spiritual Qi of the Upper Realm and slowly closed her eyes.

The moment she opened her eyes again, her entire temperament underwent a world-shaking change.

The Lower Realm woman who had been as uneasy as a startled small animal in the side hall last night vanished, replaced by the Supreme Sword Sect Master who once made enemies tremble in fear amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Shua.

With a slight flick of Lin Qingxue's wrist, the fine steel longsword drew an extremely graceful yet bone-chilling silver arc in the air.

Without using any spiritual power, she began to dance in the center of the Martial Arts Training Ground, relying entirely on her Physical Body's strength and her terrifying comprehension of the Sword Dao Origin.

Her sword moved like a Dragon, her body like a startled swan.

Dense sounds of sharp blades piercing the air rang out. Lin Qingxue's movements grew faster, her sword techniques extremely pure without any flashy or redundant moves; every strike aimed directly at vital points, filled with the beauty of slaughter.

Just as Lin Qingxue was completely immersed in the profound Realm of the Sword Dao...

A crisp voice, carrying a hint of flamboyance and excitement, suddenly came from the entrance of the Martial Arts Training Ground.

"Such pure Sword Intent. Such beautiful killing moves."

The longsword in Lin Qingxue's hand came to a sudden halt, the tip of the blade steady in mid-air like frozen lightning. She turned her head and looked toward the voice.

She saw an exquisitely beautiful woman with a hot, tall figure walking toward her with light steps.

The newcomer was none other than one of Xu Chen's confidantes, Nangong Waner, who possessed a top-tier Sword Cultivator talent.

Today, Nangong Waner wore a form-fitting fiery red martial arts outfit, perfectly outlining her slender waist and long, straight legs.

In her hand, she also held a three-foot green blade that had not yet been unsheathed. Her beautiful eyes, which seemed to speak, were flashing with the intense light of finding a worthy opponent.

Looking at the approaching Nangong Waner, Lin Qingxue's gaze narrowed slightly.

Although the other party had deliberately restrained her aura, the sharp intuition shared by Sword Cultivators told her that this bright and alluring beauty contained a terrifying Sword Dao sharpness within her.

That was the supreme Sword Intent belonging to the Saint Realm.

"You must be the Lower Realm female sword immortal my husband picked up from the sky last night, right?" Nangong Waner stopped three zhang away from Lin Qingxue and introduced herself openly. "I'm Nangong Waner. I heard your name is Lin Qingxue, right?"

Lin Qingxue nodded silently, her fingers tightening slightly around the sword hilt.

In this Upper Realm with its strict rules and pervasive Rank-based suppression, an Imperial Family Young Mistress of the Saint Realm was actually speaking to her, a prisoner who had lost all cultivation, in such an equal tone.

This surprised Lin Qingxue greatly, and at the same time, a sliver of goodwill arose in her heart.

"I felt the soaring Sword Intent from the backyard and thought it was some Sword Dao Elder practicing, but I didn't expect it to be you." Nangong Waner sized up Lin Qingxue's perfect sword-holding posture, her eyes growing brighter as if she had discovered a rare treasure.

"Sister Qingxue, I don't have many hobbies; I just love finding people to spar with. My husband's current cultivation is too monstrous, I can't beat him at all, and those Elders in the Family don't dare to get serious with me. My bones are about to rust."

Nangong Waner laughed heartily, then straightforwardly thrust her longsword, scabbard and all, into the ground beside her.

She drew the longsword, pointing the blade directly at Lin Qingxue, her rosy lips curling into a provocative and expectant arc.

"Your Meridians haven't fully recovered yet, so I won't bully you. Neither of us will use any spiritual power or suppress the other with cultivation. We'll just use basic Physical Body strength and purely compare sword moves. How about a spar?"

Hearing this proposal, a burning flame instantly ignited in Lin Qingxue's cold eyes.

In the Lower Realm, she was lonely at the top, finding it hard to find an opponent who could match her in pure Sword Dao. Now, in this unfamiliar Upper Realm, facing a fair spar initiated by a Saint Realm Sword Cultivator, her Sword Cultivator instincts, deeply etched into her bones, were completely set ablaze.

"Alright." The fine steel longsword in Lin Qingxue's hand traced a beautiful flower in the air, her body sinking slightly into a standard Supreme Sword Sect opening stance.

"Sister Nangong, please guide me."

The moment the words fell, the atmosphere on the Martial Arts Training Ground changed abruptly.

Two distinct yet equally pure invisible Sword Intents crashed together in the air.

Shua.

Nangong Waner made the first move. Her figure seemed to turn into a ball of burning fire, her speed reaching the extreme as the longsword in her hand brought forth a sharp red glow, stabbing directly at Lin Qingxue's face.

This strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless, without any hesitation.

Lin Qingxue's eyes narrowed, and she moved forward instead of retreating. Her fine steel longsword turned into a silver ribbon, blocking Nangong Waner's blade with an ingenious and tricky angle.

Zheng.

The two longswords collided fiercely, producing a crisp and pleasant metallic vibration, with sparks bursting in mid-air.

After the failed strike, the excitement on Nangong Waner's face grew even more intense.

"Great swordplay! Again!"

She gave a soft shout, her wrists fluttering rapidly like butterflies through flowers. The sword light instantly transformed into a dense, airtight red net, enveloping Lin Qingxue from all directions.

Lin Qingxue's expression remained unchanged, her Supreme Sword Heart clear and tranquil. She seemed to merge with the sword in her hand, her figure moving through the dense sword net like a nimble fish, each shift and turn perfectly avoiding Nangong Waner's edge.

At the same time, her counterattacks were extremely sharp.

Every thrust was like a venomous snake's tongue, striking directly at the flaws in Nangong Waner's sword techniques.

On the vast Martial Arts Training Ground, two beautiful figures, one white and one red, rapidly intertwined.

The sound of weapons clashing rang out continuously, like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Neither of them used even a shred of spiritual power, relying entirely on their ultimate understanding of sword moves, their terrifying control over timing, and their tempered Physical Body reactions in a life-and-death struggle.

This kind of pure Martial Skill contest, though lacking world-destroying visual effects, possessed a thrilling beauty.

After dozens of rounds, the two were actually evenly matched.

Nangong Waner's swordplay was bold and majestic, domineering and sharp, full of aggression. Lin Qingxue's swordplay was cold and solitary, unpredictable, with lethal killing moves hidden within her defense.

Meanwhile, on a luxurious armchair at the edge of the Martial Arts Training Ground...

Xu Chen was lazily leaning back against soft cushions made of exotic beast fur.

He wore a loose and comfortable brocade robe, holding a cup of freshly brewed top-grade spiritual tea. His personal maid, Xiao Tao, was sitting obediently by his side, carefully peeling translucent jade spiritual grapes and cautiously feeding them to him.

While enjoying the maid's service, Xu Chen watched the two women fighting intensely in the center of the Martial Arts Training Ground with great interest.

Sunlight fell upon Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue.

Because of the high-intensity pure physical combat, both women were now drenched in sweat.

Nangong Waner's fiery red tight martial arts outfit was slightly soaked with sweat, clinging more closely to her body and showcasing her stunning curves breathtakingly.

Lin Qingxue's plain white training outfit also clung to her back. With every swing of her sword, her slender waist and long, straight legs exuded an ultimate temptation full of wildness and vitality.

Xu Chen took a sip of spiritual tea, his lips curling into an undisguised smile of pleasure.

In the center of the Martial Arts Training Ground.

Dang.

Accompanied by one last violent collision, Lin Qingxue and Nangong Waner each slid back seven or eight steps, creating distance.

Both of their chests were heaving violently, gasping for breath.

Although they hadn't used spiritual power, this kind of Sword Dao duel that pushed their spirit and Physical Body to the limit was more exhausting than a life-and-death battle.

Lin Qingxue's right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and her palm was somewhat numb. But her cold eyes burst with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and brightness.

Nangong Waner simply tossed the longsword in her hand onto the ground.

She didn't care at all that she was drenched in sweat and had lost her composure; instead, she looked up and let out a hearty, cheerful laugh.

"Satisfying! Truly satisfying!"

Nangong Waner strode over to Lin Qingxue, not minding the sweat on the other at all, and familiarly put an arm around Lin Qingxue's shoulder.

"Sister Qingxue, your swordplay is truly amazing. Among the younger generation of Sword Cultivators I've seen in the Upper Realm, you are definitely the first one who could fight me to a draw in a pure contest of sword moves."

Faced with Nangong Waner's enthusiastic gesture, Lin Qingxue's body instinctively stiffened for a moment.

But having fought alone for hundreds of years in the Lower Realm, she had no immunity to such genuine and pure recognition and praise.

She could feel Nangong Waner's heartfelt kindness and mutual appreciation.

On Lin Qingxue's ice-cold, beautiful face, a bright smile finally bloomed, like spring breeze melting snow.

"Sister Nangong's swordplay has also opened Qingxue's eyes." Although Lin Qingxue's voice was still cool, it carried an unprecedented sincerity and relaxation.

Straightforward Sword Cultivators never needed those roundabout, hypocritical pleasantries.

Just this one hearty spar allowed these two top sword immortals, who were originally strangers with vastly different statuses, to instantly cross all defenses and barriers and become close best friends who could talk about anything.

Nangong Waner held Lin Qingxue's shoulder, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and giggled into her ear.

"Come, come, let's go take a bath in the Jade Spring Pool over there. By the way, tell me how you used this sword technique to cut people down in the Lower Realm. I'm telling you, my husband is usually very lazy; with you to practice sword with me in the future, I won't be bored anymore."

Infected by Nangong Waner's enthusiasm, Lin Qingxue nodded slightly and let the other pull her toward the edge of the Martial Arts Training Ground.

Two peerlessly beautiful, sweat-drenched female sword immortals walked side by side, forming a beautiful scenery.

Just as they passed the armchair...

Xu Chen, who had been sitting in the chair watching the show, finally stood up slowly.

Looking at these two women who had hit it off instantly, he naturally reached out and took a white silk towel from Xiao Tao, walked up to Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue, his lips curling into a slightly mischievous arc.

"Are you two heroines finished?" Xu Chen handed over the towel, his gaze sweeping over their sweat-soaked, provocative curves, his tone teasing.

"This swordplay spar was indeed good, but as for the postures, your husband feels there are still some flaws."