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Each of his inhales and exhales shook the Qi in the surrounding environment for hundreds of miles. Most of the disciples, who had weak sensitivity to magic, could not cultivate it to the fullest. They had to postpone their cultivation until tomorrow.

Xie Qing opened his eyes. He looked around and realized that he was now in Xu Mei\'s pavilion, inside the Heavenly Sword Sect.

He had several reasons for returning here - mainly to see old acquaintances and check on the progress.

The Heavenly Sword Sect had undergone several quality changes, including those related to the Dao sword techniques.

Xie Qing once passed on many unnecessary Dao sword techniques to the sect, so now the problem of lack of knowledge has disappeared.

Moreover, it should be noted that the competition has also become tougher. Now even a cultivator at the Qi Condensation stage would not be impressive enough, and they say that in a few years, the requirement for moving to the inner court will be raised, and the exam will be made more difficult.

Although Xie Qing believed that changes should occur gradually and slowly, it seemed that Lian Lin had his own plans.

"One way or another, I am not the sect master, I don\'t care. It\'s just curious... I still don\'t feel anyone with an impressive Sword Aura."

The Dao of the Sword begins with the study of the Sword Aura. For many, this is already becoming a difficult task. But... this is just the beginning.

Xie Qing himself had recently learned about this, as Xu Mei did not rush to tell him about it, so as not to put pressure on him.

After the Sword Aura comes the Higher Sword Aura, which is a hundred times stronger... and this is just incredible.

In addition to being able to suppress the Sword Aura, its power is too terrifying. Although the energy consumption is insane, so Xu Mei never used it (she had enough of the Sword Aura).

Although Xie Qing was eager to obtain the Higher Sword Aura, there was a small problem... it required a cultivation level of at least Spiritual Ascension.

This was the next stage after Soul Integration. And since Xie Qing was having a hard time raising his level... he sighed tiredly.

"After the Higher Sword Aura comes the Sword Supremacy, which is ten times stronger than its predecessor and can also suppress the rest..."

Xie Qing crookedly smiled. It seemed that the Dao of the Sword was more complicated than he had thought. Although, what else could be expected, right? Who knows, maybe even the Sword Supremacy is not the last stage...

"But this is really funny. I considered myself a strong swordsman, although the real experts didn\'t pay attention to me..."

In fact, Xie Qing thought too much about this. There were not many swordsmen who had the Higher Sword Aura, and only two people possessed the Sword Supremacy.

"But... it\'s really empty here..." Xie Qing thought.

It was late at night. Even the always bustling outer court was quiet, not to mention the inner court, where Xie Qing was now walking.

He felt the gazes on him - it seemed that they recognized him, but no one dared to come out and approach him.

Xie Qing did not object, it was even good that no one bothered him with stupid questions. Although he used to treat the inner court as something very important... now all these emotions were gone.

Gradually, without realizing it, he entered the main court. There was also emptiness, but Xie Qing felt that the number of disciples in the main court had increased.

"Hm... although their level is still low, they have potential..." Xie Qing thought and smiled faintly: "Not bad."

He put his hands behind his back, arching his back and walking as if he were a sage. Fortunately, no one was watching him, because most of the disciples were busy cultivating.

And so, Xie Qing reached a certain house. He smiled.

"Fang Lan returned to the sect, as far as I remember," he thought and felt the house. The young man raised his eyebrow, discovering another aura there: "Hm?"

***

"Fang Lan, I don\'t think I need to explain why I came here?" a calm male voice sounded.

"Brother..."

Fang Lan, still as beautiful, sat in the living room of her house and looked somewhat frightened.

In front of her sat a man who looked very much like her. His aura was suffocating, reflecting the development of a cultivator at the Soul Nascent stage.

Even though Fang Lan had slightly improved her cultivation during this time, she still found it difficult to resist the pressure of her brother\'s aura.

This was Fang He, who had strong support.

And his goal today...

"I am really impressed. You were able to find and establish contact with an alchemist capable of making amazing pills..." Fang, smiled faintly and crossed his arms, squinting at his sister: "But are you serious? Do you want to compete with me? You\'re too self-confident!"

"..."

Fang Lan frowned. Fang He, had always been something unattainable for her, he didn\'t even look at her all this time. They exchanged only a few words in their entire life.

"Stop trying to be smart, Fang Lan. You\'re too self-confident!" Fang He frowned, almost shouting: "You will never be able to catch up with me, do you hear? Just calmly accept your role. I will introduce you to the young master of the Bai family..."

"What?"

"Hm? You didn\'t know? It seems that he is very interested in you!" Fang He smiled and shrugged: "His status in the family is high, so our Fang family will receive many benefits. Moreover, it seems that he loves you very much. So this is just an excellent deal, isn\'t it?"

"W-wait, I don\'t agree!"

"Haa?"

Fang He sighed in surprise, as if he didn\'t expect this at all. His gaze at his sister changed to a more irritated one.

"What the hell are you talking about? Do you think you have a choice? Let me remind you how many blessings our family has given you?" he snorted, speaking in a contemptuous tone: "Shameless! Getting everything for free, and when it\'s time to pay back, suddenly \'no\'?!"

"This..."

Fang Lan swallowed, feeling her brother\'s aura beginning to press on her. She sweated.

However, at the moment when she began to worry that she would not be able to withstand this pressure any longer...

"Shut up."

Slap!

"?.."

Fang Lan blinked her eyes in surprise and then opened them wide in shock.

"X-Xie... Xie Qing?!"

The shock in her eyes could be seen with the naked eye. The young man stood, casually looking at the man who had fallen to the floor with a mark from a slap on his cheek.

The girl lost her voice. He hit... Fang He? This was something with something.

"Y-you..."

Fang He, lying on the floor, only now realized what was happening, and his first reaction was anger.

"How dare you hit my face?!" he shouted and jumped up to hit back, but...

Slap!

"I told you to shut up. It\'s nighttime."

Xie Qing snorted. His hand slapped the annoying guy again, who just wouldn\'t calm down.

"You are on the territory of my sect. What the hell are you allowing yourself to shout? Are you a pig?" Xie Qing spoke in an unhappy voice and kicked Fang He in the stomach out of annoyance.

"Gha!"

"Shut up. Have you completely lost your mind? Hey, bastard, I\'ll tear off your member and shove it up your ass, got it? What the hell are you doing here? Who the hell allowed you to enter? Who are you, bitch, to threaten the disciples of my sect?!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fang Lan looked with her mouth open as Xie Qing mercilessly beat Fang He. She couldn\'t say anything, she just lost all her words, as if someone had erased her consciousness.

Even Fang He himself was stunned. He, a man famous throughout the capital, was beaten by some unknown disciple?

He wanted to shout and reproach Xie Qing, but the pain did not allow him to come to his senses.

"Well? Who was that, Fang Lan? Since when are animals allowed into the Heavenly Sword Sect?" Xie Qing asked, stepping on Fang He\'s head, looking like a thug.

"This... my brother..."

"Your brother?" Xie Qing raised his eyebrow in surprise and then smiled faintly: "Should I kill him?"

"N-no, wait!"

"Uuum!"

"Haha..."

Xie Qing laughed, seeing how the brother and sister panicked. He removed his foot and plopped down on the chair.

"Bring me something strong, Fang Lan."

"Eh? But..."

"Please?"

The girl fell silent, seeing Xie Qing\'s cold smile, and nodded, going to her room and closing the door.

By that time, Fang He had restored his breathing, and the pain from the wounds had disappeared. He fearfully looked at Xie Qing.

"Who are you?" Fang He asked in a hoarse voice.

To beat him, a cultivator at the Soul Nascent stage, would require someone very strong. And he could not understand where such a person came from! And why was he familiar with Fang Lan?

"Sit down," Xie Qing commanded in a commanding tone, not bothering to react to the man\'s question.

Fang He clenched his teeth but still did what he was told. He sat down on the chair and shuddered, feeling pain all over his body. Several bones were broken.

"So who are you?" Xie Qing asked, propping his chin with his hand, speaking in an unusually cold tone: "I give you five breaths to explain. Time\'s up."