On a hill overlooking the embattled manor. Sёarch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.The grass, dulled by winter''s touch, had turned a rusty ochre. Even as the swordsmen who seemed to fly through the air descended onto the hill, the ground remained eerily still.


    The sounds of clashing blades and weapons from below seemed distant, as if separated from the serene hill. A quiet, otherworldly aura slowly spread among the five figures present.


    Plum Blossom Swordmasters of Mount Hua.


    The embroidered petals on their white robes swayed delicately with their movements, exuding a refined elegance.


    The ripple of energy caused by the subtle movements of Mount Hua’s Amhyang Pyo technique settled just as quickly as it appeared. This was the realm of the ancient arts, the pinnacle of refinement and control.


    Crunch.


    Leading the trio of Plum Blossom Swordmasters, a woman in a soft pink robe with an old, worn sword at her waist stepped onto a blade of grass. The moment her white-socked foot touched the earth, the yellowed grass beneath her turned green, as though spring had arrived in an instant.


    The blades of grass stood upright, unbent even beneath her delicate steps, as if in reverence. This was the pinnacle of bodily harmony and the art of self-preservation.


    The swordmasters following her exchanged astonished whispers among themselves.


    “Senior Brother, is this the Living Sword that the Sect Leader has achieved with her own body?”


    “It seems your question already carries its answer. How could it be anything but the unity of sword and spirit?”


    “No, you’re both mistaken. It’s not the Living Sword. This is the Sect Leader’s intent shaping reality itself. Her mastery of the sword has reached an incomprehensible level.”


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