The Hua Sect | XianWang

Chapter 32. 欧施花

Meanwhile, Jin Ling, heir of the Jin Sect, was traveling with his friends, Li Zhang and Zhuang Xulin. They were unaware of the fierce corpse attacks on the major sects until they were approached by a lone messenger, breathless and shaken.

"Young Master Jin," the messenger said, bowing low. "I bring news from your uncle, Jin Guangyao. The Jian Sect is under attack by the fierce corpses."

Jin Ling's eyes widened in shock, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his sword. "What?" he exclaimed. "How is that possible? I Thought the Sects took care of the corpse attacks?"

The messenger shook his head, his expression grave. "I do not know the details, Young Master," he said. "But your uncle has requested that you return to the Jin Sect as soon as possible."

Jin Ling turned to his friends, his face set with determination. "We must go," he said, his voice firm. "We must help the Jian Sect and find out what is happening." Li Zhang and Zhuang Xulin nodded in agreement, their faces stern.

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In the Ling Yun Sect, Wei Jingyi and Wei Sizhui, two brothers and promising disciples of the sect, were practicing their swordplay under the guidance of a senior cultivator. The afternoon sun shone brightly as they moved through their forms, their movements graceful and precise.

Wei Sizhui, a few months older than Wei Jingyi, was a natural leader and a talented cultivator. He moved with the grace of a dancer, his sword flashing in the sunlight. Wei Jingyi, younger and still learning, mirrored his movements, his expression one of intense focus.

"Remember, Jingyi," Wei Sizhui said as they finished their routine, "the key to good swordplay is not just strength, but also focus and precision. A cultivator who knows the weaknesses of their opponent can strike a fatal blow with a single stroke."

Wei Jingyi nodded, his expression determined. "I understand, brother," he said. "I will practice until I master these forms."

Wei Sizhui smiled, his eyes warm with affection. "That's the spirit," he said. "Together, we will become two of the greatest cultivators in the sect."

"Now, let's try something more advanced," Wei Sizhui said, his eyes glinting with excitement. "The twin sword technique is one of the most powerful techniques in our sect. If we can master it together, we will be unstoppable."

Wei Jingyi's eyes lit up. "The twin sword technique?" he exclaimed. "I've always wanted to learn that! Can you teach me?"

Wei Sizhui nodded, his expression serious. "Of course," he said. "But be warned, it is not an easy technique to master. It requires perfect synchronization and trust between two cultivators."

He demonstrated the technique, his sword moving in a complex pattern as he explained the movements. Wei Jingyi watched closely, his eyes tracking Wei Sizhui's every movement as he committed the technique to memory.

Together, they practiced the twin sword technique, moving in perfect harmony as their swords flashed and sang. When they finished, they stood breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on their brows.

"That was incredible," Wei Jingyi said, his face flushed with excitement. "I feel like we've unlocked a new level of power."

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Meanwhile, Lan Zhan sought solitude in a small forest near his courtyard. He sat cross-legged beneath a towering tree, his eyes closed in meditation.

The forest was quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves in the wind and the distant chirping of birds. Lan Zhan's breathing was slow and steady, his mind focused and clear.

He reached out with his senses, feeling the energy of the forest around him. He could sense the life force of the trees, the gentle flow of the nearby stream, and the scampering of small animals in the underbrush.

Lan Zhan's meditation was a practice in connecting with the natural world and cultivating inner peace. He had been taught from a young age that a cultivator's true strength came not just from their physical abilities, but also from their mental and spiritual clarity.

As he meditated, Lan Zhan felt his worries and concerns begin to fade away. He was at one with the forest, at one with the universe. He knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would face them with the calm and focused mind of a true cultivator.

As Lan Zhan meditated, he began to lose track of time. The world around him seemed to fade away, leaving only the peace and tranquility of his inner mind.

But suddenly, he felt a disturbance in the energy around him. It was faint, but unmistakable. Lan Zhan's eyes snapped open, his meditation broken. He stood up, his hand going to the hilt of his sword as he scanned the forest around him.

There was nothing out of place, no sign of danger. But Lan Zhan could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. He decided to investigate further, following the trail of the disturbance.He moved swiftly through the forest, his senses on high alert. The disturbance led him deeper into the woods, towards a small clearing. As he approached, he saw a strange, glowing object on the ground.

Lan Zhan approached cautiously, his sword at the ready. He could feel a strange energy emanating from the object, a energy that made his skin prickle with unease.

As he drew closer, he saw that the object was a small crystal, pulsing with an eerie light. Lan Zhan's brow furrowed in confusion. He had never seen anything like it before.

Lan Zhan reached out to touch the crystal, his curiosity piqued. As soon as his fingers brushed against it, a shock of energy coursed through him, causing him to stumble backward. He shook his head, trying to clear the dizziness from his mind.

When he looked up, he saw a figure standing in the clearing, watching him. It was a man, dressed in dark robes, his face hidden in shadow.

"Who are you?" Lan Zhan demanded, his voice cold and steady. "What is this crystal, and why is it here?"

The man chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent a shiver down Lan Zhan's spine. "You are perceptive, Young master Lan," he said. "This crystal is a tool, a weapon. And it is here because I put it here."

Lan Zhan's grip on his sword tightened. "What is your intention?" he asked. "Why are you attacking the major sects?"

The man shrugged. "Why does anyone do anything?" he said. "Power, of course. With the fierce corpses under my control, I will be unstoppable. And you, Young Master Lan, will not be able to stop me."

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Published. 23.02.2024

Words. 1071