The Wind-Eroded Sword Stele Forest was bustling with people.
Disciples and elders of the Wind Sword Sect were all present.
Eyes, some tense, some solemn, were all fixed on the white-robed figure in front of the rock pillar.
Unbelievable!
It took Sect Leader Feng Bailong a whole year to comprehend the Wind Sword Intent!
Yet, this Li Dixian had only been at the Wind Sword Sect for a mere four days!
Four days to comprehend Sword Intent?
It was simply preposterous!
Even with the Sect Leader, Young Sect Leader, and various elders present, the disciples couldn't help but whisper amongst themselves.
"Is it real or fake?"
"Is Li Dixian really that terrifying?!"
"Comprehending Sword Intent in four days, is he even human?"
"I... don't believe it!"
The murmurs swelled like a tide.
Elder Feng Xiao suddenly turned around and sternly commanded:
"Silence!"
The clamor immediately ceased.
The vast Wind-Eroded Sword Stele Forest returned to a deathly silence.
However, in the exchanged glances of the elders, the same astonishment and doubt were clearly visible.
All eyes locked onto the white figure in front of the wind-eroded rock pillar.
The air grew heavy.
Just then.
A sudden gust of wind arose.
The suffocating dullness was swept away like a sudden summer rain.
Li Dixian's white robes flapped loudly.
He raised his hand.
He made a grasping motion in the air.
A three-foot-six-inch Azure Lotus Sword, clear as chalcedony, condensed from nothingness and was held in his palm.
Everyone present, except for Qian Renxue, was a Sword Spirit Spirit Master.
The moment the Azure Lotus Sword appeared!
Everyone's Sword Spirits hummed in unison, trembling incessantly as if in awe and fear!
Feng Bailong also "saw" Li Dixian's sword for the first time.
A sharp, needle-like pain shot through his ears.
When they first met.
He had already discerned the unparalleled sharpness of Li Dixian's sword.
What he "saw" today.
Still left his mind profoundly shaken.
"Regardless of his comprehension of the Way of the Sword, just in terms of sharpness..."
"Little Friend Dixian's sword already surpasses Chen Xin's Seven Kill!"
One sword out, ten thousand swords submit.
This was the Azure Lotus Sword, having entered the realm of ultimate sharpness.
While everyone was still immersed in that world-shocking sharpness, Li Dixian made his move.
The sword move began with the wind, merging with the momentum.
It was naturally formed, unfettered.
Li Dixian's gesture as he swung his sleeve.
Exuded an unrestrained elegance.
"Azure Lotus Sword Song, Third Form — Formless Wind..."
Only when that streak of azure sword qi quietly left the blade.
Did everyone suddenly realize: the sword move had already been unleashed!
This sword was completely integrated with the wind.
It roamed within the untamed currents of wind.
Carrying the essence of the wind's destruction, with a poetic and elegant sharpness, it cut towards the dark rock pillar, several people thick.
Swoosh—
Soundless, ethereal, and formless.
The sword qi brushed past the rock pillar, light as a breeze.
But the giant pillar, over twenty meters high, suddenly trembled!
On the surface of the rock pillar, dust sifted down.
Li Dixian's dispersed Sword Intent vanished with the wind.
Everyone hurriedly looked.
The expected dazzling sword mark did not appear.
However, a profound, wind-eroded trace appeared out of nowhere on the dark pillar.
This trace looked as if it had been formed by a thousand years of gale-force winds, surrounded by old marks of wind and sand erosion.
At its deepest point, it was astonishingly over a foot deep!
"This... what is this..."
Feng Buyu's lips moved, his eyes filled with bewilderment.
He couldn't understand this sword.
There was no roar of energy, no dazzling sharpness.
Silent, yet containing immense destructive power.
His Soul Power level exceeded Li Dixian's.
Yet, even with his full strength, he could only leave a sword mark three inches and two fen deep on the rock pillar.
In contrast, Li Dixian... with this understated sword, carved a chasm over a foot deep.
"This sword..."
Feng Xiao let out a long breath, his ancient eyes unable to hide his shock.
"Absolutely powerful!"
The entire place was dead silent.
Disciples and elders alike were speechless.
Li Dixian had indeed comprehended the Wind Sword Intent.
Four days!
Only four days!
This incredible reality challenged their understanding, and the disciples even found it absurd.
"Formless Wind..."
"What a Formless Wind..."
Feng Bailong listened intently, trying to capture the lingering sword rhyme in the wind.
"From the same wisp of wind, some comprehend its urgency, others its speed."
"Little Friend Dixian, however, perceived its formlessness, and felt its unrestrained nature."
"This sword..."
Feng Bailong felt that Li Dixian's talent in the Way of the Sword was becoming increasingly astonishing.
"It actually made this old man hear a bit of the ancient vicissitudes of the wind-eroded rock pillar!"
"Stunning! Truly stunning!"
"Senior, you flatter me."
Li Dixian put away his Azure Lotus Sword.
He bowed with clasped fists to Feng Bailong, the elders, and the hundreds of disciples led by Feng Buyu.
"Dixian was able to comprehend this sword because of the mystical nature of your sect's treasure land, and I am even more grateful to all the seniors and fellow practitioners for allowing me to cultivate here."
At this moment.
In the eyes of the Wind Sword Sect members.
Li Dixian was already a peerless Sword Dao prodigy of their time.
Seeing Li Dixian bow to him, everyone solemnly returned the gesture.
"Young Hero Dixian / Senior Brother Dixian, you speak too highly!"
Li Dixian's lips curved slightly.
His days at the Wind Sword Sect had been quite pleasant.
While comprehending the sword, no one disturbed him, and food and drink were thoughtfully provided.
Although there was some criticism, it was human nature, and he was not a narrow-minded person.
"Dixian has nothing of value, nothing to offer as thanks."
Li Dixian pondered for a moment, then continued:
"I only have a fondness for wine, and I also enjoy brewing it."
"I used your sect's wind soul crystal cluster to brew some humble wine, which I would like to present to you all as a small token of my appreciation."
Upon hearing this, Feng Buyu's eyes lit up, and he repeatedly said:
"Good, good!"
He was also a lover of wine.
He was about to step forward immediately.
"Buyu!"
Feng Bailong's black-silk-bound eyes looked at the Young Sect Leader, pinning him in place.
The Sect Leader with mottled white hair frowned.
"Little Friend Dixian, since I allowed you to freely use the wind soul crystal cluster, I never expected any repayment."
"Your ability to comprehend the sword is entirely due to your own talent and diligence."
"Do not mention this again."
Li Dixian merely smiled without speaking, and lightly patted the pouch at his waist.
A square table appeared out of thin air.
On it, dozens of bottles of wandering spirit wind extract were neatly arranged.
As soon as the wandering spirit wind extract appeared.
The wind suddenly picked up throughout the entire Wind-Eroded Sword Stele Forest.
A rich and pure, ethereal aura permeated the air, refreshing and invigorating.
"Hiss—"
Feng Xiao, Feng Buyu, and the others all gasped, their eyes wide.
They had originally thought it was just ordinary fine wine, not too valuable.
Now they realized that this wine was extraordinarily miraculous, capable of stirring up ethereal energy.
Li Dixian's gesture was too generous.
But... they couldn't refuse.
They practiced the Wind Thunder Sword Formation, and just by smelling the ethereal, wind-like aroma of the wine, they felt light breezes swirling around them, and the wind-attributed Soul Power within their bodies stirred.
Even Feng Bailong, who had intended to decline again, fell silent.
His nostrils flared almost imperceptibly.
He quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
And swallowed back the words that had been on the tip of his tongue.
Seeing this, the smile on Li Dixian's face grew wider.
He had known all along.
This wandering spirit wind extract held an irresistible allure for a wind-controlling sect like the Wind Sword Sect.
Especially for Feng Bailong... Li Dixian secretly harbored some anticipation.
In the original timeline, this pure swordsman never managed to break through to Titled Douluo before his death.
With the wandering spirit wind extract.
Could Feng Bailong take that step?
Li Dixian had only met two pure swordsmen in the current era.
One was Chen Xin, and the other was Feng Bailong.
Whether it was out of gratitude for his unreserved teachings, or that feeling of "my path is not lonely" mutual appreciation.
He was willing to give this wandering spirit wind extract to the Wind Sword Sect.
"I wonder if, because of me..."
"Can the Douluo Continent gain another Wind Sword Douluo?"
The next chapter will be out a bit after nine.
I still have to be on an IV drip all day today, which delayed things~
Apologies, dear readers~
I'll add an extra chapter for the Alliance Leader tomorrow, okay~