For the past ten thousand years, countless people had been searching for the Cang Yuan sword intent, hoping to become a top expert with it. Even the xuanjian sect might not be able to do the same.
Although Ling Chuxi did not doubt ye Xuanfu's character, in this world where the strong were respected, in order to pursue the highest level of martial arts, there was no right or wrong in many things.
"What's the matter, sect master Ling?" Ye Xuanfu asked when he saw Ling Chuxi's strange expression.
"Nothing, I'm just a little curious. I wonder who ye Zong is bringing me to see?" Ling Chuxi pretended to be curious, but her heart was on high alert.
Actually, it's not a secret. I'm bringing you to meet the Grand Elder of my xuanjian sect. " Ye Xuanfu said.
"Grand Elder?" Ling Chuxi's mind was spinning.
If ye Xuanfu suddenly attacked her, she could still protect herself with the first three moves of the grey abyss sword technique and the fourth move that she had just comprehended. But if the Grand Elder joined in, she probably wouldn't be able to resist at all.
However, if ye Xuanfu really had such plans, why would he say it out loud?
She did not care about him anymore. Since he was already here, she would just take things as they were. Ling Chuxi could not understand why, but she was too lazy to think about it. Based on her intuition, she felt that ye Xuanfu did not have any malicious intentions towards her.
"Sect master Ling, don't look down on this Grand Elder of my profound sword sect. He's my master's martial uncle and is two generations older than me. However, because he has spent his entire life comprehending the way of the sword, he has never stepped out of the profound sword sect, so most sects don't know that our profound sword sect has such an ancestor.
Furthermore, Meng Luo and Wuji's sword techniques were personally taught by him, and even I don't have this fortune. If we were to calculate based on seniority, I wouldn't be at a disadvantage calling Meng Luo little Senior Sister. Instead, it would be a great advantage. " Ye Xuanfu laughed and said.
When Ling Chuxi heard that ye Xuanfu had even revealed the Grand elder's Secret, she felt even more at ease. If ye Xuanfu really had enmity towards her, why would he reveal the Grand elder's identity in advance?
Ling Chuxi could vaguely guess that the reason ye Xuanfu brought her to see the Grand Elder was most likely related to the grey abyss sword technique. However, at least ye Xuanfu himself did not have any enmity towards her.
Soon, the two of them passed through the maze-like stone Forest. At the peak of the mountain, an old man in green was sitting cross-legged on a huge rock, looking up at the blue sky, thinking about something.
This must be the Grand Elder that ye Xuanfu was talking about. Ling Chuxi could not sense any cultivation from this Grand Elder, but there was a sense of indifference. Although he was sitting in front of her, it felt like he was wandering above the nine Heavens.
Ling Chuxi now knew that when one's strength had reached the true element realm, the concept of martial arts was of utmost importance. When Ling Yichen and Baili han were in Nan Xia country, their strength was not much stronger than other martial artists. However, it was precisely because of their vast and natural martial arts concept that their current achievements were far higher than that of their previous opponents. They had even reached a height that their former opponents could never reach. This was the best example.
When one's strength reached the Grandmaster realm, the martial Dao's essence of herbalism was indispensable. However, for those who pursued the pinnacle of martial Dao wholeheartedly, only by comprehending the heavenly Dao could they reach the true peak of martial Dao.
Even though he could not tell the Grand elder's cultivation level, it was clear that he had his own understanding of the heavenly Dao. He was definitely not someone that ordinary so-called experts could compare to.
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