Above Yang Lake.

"Junior Sister!"

"Junior Sister Wang Xuan!!"

Seeing Wang Xuan's figure dropping from the sky, the two people on the deck immediately exclaimed.

Seeing this, an old woman reached out towards Wang Xuan, and with a "thud," Wang Xuan dropped onto the deck.

"Junior Sister Wang Xuan!" A gentle-faced woman stepped forward and helped Wang Xuan up.

"Senior Sister, why have you also come out?" Wang Xuan looked at her senior sister with a face full of astonishment.

"Encountered a top-notch Grandmaster!" the woman said.

"Senior Brother, you..." She looked at the man beside her.

"Ah, don't mention it! Ran into a Martial Artist not inferior to a top-notch Grandmaster, with swordsmanship so skilled it divided the space effortlessly!!" the man said.

After he finished speaking, he continued, "Junior Sister, what about you?"

Hearing this question, Jiang Ning suddenly floated into Wang Xuan's mind.

Her expression turned complex.

If she were defeated by an older martial artist, she could accept it as calmly as her senior brother and sister.

Whether in Martial Arts or Immortal Dao, no matter how high one's talent, time is needed to accumulate.

The older one is, under the same conditions, the stronger they are naturally.

So being defeated by older martial artists is normal.

The older they are, the deeper the accumulation.

As the younger generation, their years of training were too short, naturally making it difficult to defeat these people.

After all, to reach the level of a Third Grade Grandmaster, who among them is not a true prodigy, a leader of their generation?

Coming from Qingyang Sect, they were mentally prepared for this.

Before setting out, the elders of the sect had told them.

True invincibility is not about never losing, not about winning every battle.

It's about surpassing oneself time and again, ultimately becoming invincible.

However, losing to Jiang Ning, who was younger and had far fewer resources and background than her, and losing so badly, she could not accept it at the moment.

"Junior Sister Wang Xuan, what's wrong?" Her senior sister waved her fair hand in front of her.

Wang Xuan suddenly came to her senses.

"I was defeated by Jiang Ning."

"Jiang Ning?" Her senior sister, who was supporting Wang Xuan, looked surprised.

Then she said, "Could it be the Dongling County Patrol Envoy, Jiang Ning?"

"It's him!" Wang Xuan nodded.

"Indeed, under a great reputation, there is no falsehood." Wang Xuan's senior sister said.

Then placed the pill that had fallen into her hand in front of Wang Xuan: "Junior Sister, take this healing pill first!"

"Thank you, Senior Sister!" Wang Xuan nodded, grabbed the pill, and put it into her mouth.

Her eyes slightly closed, and her throat moved.

Only after a few breaths.

"Oh no!!" Her eyes suddenly widened.

"Junior Sister, what's wrong?" The senior brother, who hadn't spoken, immediately showed concern.

"I left my life-bonded flying sword in Shangyang Grotto Heaven!" Wang Xuan said.

"Was it lost during the fight with that person?" the senior brother beside her asked.

Wang Xuan nodded.

"That's simple! Once he comes out, I'll go demand it back myself! I bet he wouldn't dare not return it!" that senior brother said.

"No!" Wang Xuan's senior sister shook her head and continued, "With that attitude, it'll surely lead to an escalated conflict."

"So what if the conflict escalates? Are we from Qingyang Sect afraid of him?" The senior brother spoke.

"The Inspection Office was established under the leadership of the Martial Saint. It's best to avoid conflict with them. If we, the Qingyang Sect, act as the instigators, the world will clap and cheer!" The senior sister supporting Wang Xuan said.

"Senior Brother Chu Hong, leave this matter alone! I'll find a way to demand it back myself." Wang Xuan said calmly.

The old woman listening to the three's conversation slightly nodded in approval at Wang Xuan's senior sister.

Sect impulsiveness severed genealogies centuries ago.

As someone who knew when the Martial Saint had dominated the world, she understood the most untouchable entity was the Martial Saint Mansion.

Before the Martial Saint's death is confirmed, anyone actively provoking the Martial Saint Mansion is acting foolishly.

Back then, Qingyang's blessed land could bow its head and lay low.

Eighty centuries of silence, can they be the odd one out now?

Commoners might venture brief bravery, but they wouldn't!

...

Shangyang Grotto Heaven.

Jiang Ning quickly found the flying sword he had just struck away with full force.

It was a sword about three feet long, its blade like autumn water, without any patterns.

At this moment, once the sword was in his hand, he immediately noticed a tiny crack on the blade.

"The blade is cracked, Wang Xuan spat blood, it seems this flying sword shares a profound bond with her!" Jiang Ning thought to himself as he looked at the sword.

After a moment of thought, he used the sword to chop down a nearby large tree and carved out a temporary scabbard.

In the Pocket World of Shangyang, spatial tools couldn't be used, and leaving such a valuable flying sword behind was impossible.

He had no choice but to place it in a makeshift scabbard.

Then, he went back to the battleground.

With a quick glance, he soon found the two packages Wang Xuan had dropped on the ground.

"Not bad! Not bad!" He nodded in satisfaction looking at the two packages on the ground.

He was just worrying about how to carry the long sword, as holding it constantly wasn't feasible.

Now, seeing these packages, he immediately had an idea.

He opened the packages, and spirit plants and rare treasures spilled all over the ground.

"A chest binding cloth?" Looking at the cloth, he immediately recognized it.

Because he had seen this style on Wang Qintan before.

Recalling Wang Xuan's scene, he was even more certain as he remembered the revealing view on her chest.

In the next moment.

He used Wang Xuan's flying sword to cut the cloth, turning it into a long strip of fabric.

He then used the fabric to tie the scabbard to his back and tested it firmly.

Afterward, his gaze landed on the rare spirit plants on the ground.

With over twenty kinds of rare spirit plants spread out from the two large packages, Jiang Ning couldn't help but feel full of anticipation.

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