Chapter 827: Sixth Ranked Nascent Soul Cultivator

The others exchanged glances and said in unison, "Yes, Sect Master."

Given their experience, it was clear to them that Zhang Zhanfeng's explanation was merely a cover-up for the true reason behind the strange phenomenon at Sword Peak. They were all somewhat curious: Had Wang Qingshan caused the phenomenon of ten thousand swords resonating in unison?

Inside Sword Peak, numerous broken flying swords lay scattered on the ground. The peak itself had split into two, with a long crack extending from its base to the summit. Within this crack, a colossal, pure white giant sword was visible, emitting overwhelming sword energy. The white giant sword exuded powerful spiritual energy, causing the flying swords on Sword Peak to tremble violently and emit bursts of resonant cries.

A crystalline blue flying sword hovered in mid-air. It was Wang Qingshan's life-bound flying sword, the Azure Glaze Sword, but Wang Qingshan himself was nowhere to be seen. An astonishing sword intent burst forth from the white giant sword and surged directly towards the Azure Glaze Sword. The Azure Glaze Sword trembled violently, emitting sharp, piercing cries. Its light surged, shattering the incoming sword intent.

Boom! A deafening roar resounded as a powerful blast of air rapidly spread, scattering numerous broken swords. The white giant sword seemed enraged by the Azure Glaze Sword. Its light intensified greatly, and a beam of white sword energy shot out, striking directly at the Azure Glaze Sword. The Azure Glaze Sword was struck by the white sword energy, immediately flying backward and embedding itself in the ground.

With a flash of green light, Wang Qingshan fell out from the Azure Glaze Sword. His face was flushed crimson, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood, his complexion turning pale. The Azure Glaze Sword itself showed more than a dozen tiny cracks on its surface. For ten years, he had controlled the Azure Glaze Sword to battle against other flying swords on Sword Peak, defeating a great number of them. Just as he was about to reach the summit, he encountered a broken sword. During the fight, he was at a disadvantage, but his comprehension of sword intent deepened, and using this sword intent, he eventually defeated the broken sword. At that very moment, Sword Peak suddenly split open, and a white giant sword appeared before him. In just one encounter, Wang Qingshan was defeated.

Wang Qingshan's face showed unwillingness, but he clearly knew that the white flying sword had shown him mercy; otherwise, he would have died. He looked at the white giant sword, feeling an invisible pressure that made it hard for him to breathe.

Boom! Sword Peak trembled violently. The crack healed, the white giant sword vanished, and the invisible pressure also disappeared. Wang Qingshan let out a long breath of relief. He looked at the Azure Glaze Sword in his hand, his brows furrowed. His life-bound flying sword was almost destroyed, making it pointless for him to stay on Sword Peak any longer. He looked at the flying swords around him. The surrounding swords seemed to sense something and flew off in various directions, showing considerable sentience.

Wang Qingshan smiled, put away the Azure Glaze Sword, and crushed a jade talisman. A large expanse of silver light burst forth, engulfing his figure. Wang Qingshan felt a blur before his eyes and then found himself standing before Zhang Zhanfeng.

"Oh, Sect Master Zhang, Senior Uncle Li, you're all here," Wang Qingshan said, looking surprised to see several Nascent Soul cultivators gathered together. He had no idea that he had awakened the Taiyi Sword, the Taiyi Immortal Sect's treasured artifact, so it was natural for him to be surprised. It couldn't be that Zhang Zhanfeng and the others were waiting for him here, could it?

Zhang Zhanfeng's expression was solemn. He instructed, "Nephew Wang, come with me. I have something to tell you." He led Wang Qingshan as they flew towards the sky. Just then, the previously clear sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds, and strong winds began to rage. Wang Qingshan paused slightly and subconsciously looked towards the direction of the dark clouds.

"That's where Haotian Hall is located," Zhang Zhanfeng said. "I forgot to tell you, your clan nephew, Wang Qiuming, is in Haotian Hall. He's probably attempting to break through to the Core Formation stage. Let's go take a look!"

Zhang Zhanfeng and Wang Qingshan flew towards Haotian Hall. Cultivating Foundation Establishment with Earth Fiend Qi and Core Formation with Heavenly Gang Qi is an ancient cultivation method that is rare now. While it has significant drawbacks, it also offers considerable benefits.

Wang Qiuming sat cross-legged on a meditation mat, his eyes tightly closed. He cultivated the metal-element technique, the "Nine Primordial Golden Jade Art." He had used Geng Metal True Fiend to advance to the Foundation Establishment stage, and now he intended to use Tidal Moon Heavenly Gang to attempt to break through to the Core Formation stage. Metal generates Water, and since Geng Metal True Fiend is Metal and Tidal Moon Heavenly Gang is Water, the two would not repel each other.

A blue mirror floated above his head, and innumerable blue light particles rained down from the sky, enveloping Wang Qiuming. Fine wisps of water vapor surged into his nose and mouth, slowly gathering in Wang Qiuming's dantian. A light golden liquid and fine wisps of water vapor gathered together, forming a small, golden-blue lake. Under Wang Qiuming's guidance, the small lake began to rotate rapidly, slowly solidifying into a spherical shape and turning into a golden-blue orb. The golden-blue orb rotated quickly, and its volume gradually shrunk.

After about the time it takes to steep a cup of tea, an egg-sized golden orb appeared in Wang Qiuming's dantian. The golden orb had small blue specks on its surface.

Boom! A deafening roar resounded as a thick bolt of silver lightning struck down from the sky, accurately hitting Wang Qiuming, and a large expanse of silver lightning engulfed his figure. Time passed, and the silver lightning grew in intensity.

A hint of worry appeared in Wang Qingshan's eyes. Wang Qiuming's method of forming a core was different from his own, and he wasn't sure if Wang Qiuming could successfully advance to the Core Formation stage.

"Nephew Wang, don't worry!" Zhang Zhanfeng said, offering reassurance. "I have already given instructions to set up a defensive array and a prototype defensive artifact for your clan nephew. He will be fine. This expense will be charged to your account."

Wang Qingshan nodded. With his current cultivation level, repaying this amount would not be difficult.

After a while, the lightning dissipated. Wang Qiuming sat amidst a pile of broken rocks, his clothes tattered. Judging by the powerful aura emanating from him, he had clearly advanced to the Core Formation stage.

Wang Qingshan flew down and landed before Wang Qiuming, saying with concern, "Qiuming, are you alright?"

"Seventh Uncle, I'm fine," Wang Qiuming replied. "I've finally advanced to the Core Formation stage." Wang Qiuming's expression was somewhat excited. He had always looked up to Wang Changsheng and Wang Qingshan as his goals, remaining unmarried and wholeheartedly devoted to cultivation. And today, he had finally advanced to the Core Formation stage.

Zhang Zhanfeng descended and landed before Wang Qiuming. He flicked his sleeve, and a white porcelain bottle flew out, landing before Wang Qiuming. He said kindly, "This bottle of Jade Dew Pills will help with your injuries. Please take and consume them." Wang Qiuming had used Heavenly Gang Qi to attempt Core Formation, causing considerable damage to his meridians. This bottle of Jade Dew Pills would help with his injuries.

Wang Qiuming looked at Wang Qingshan, asking for his opinion. There's no such thing as a free lunch; Zhang Zhanfeng wouldn't give him a third-grade elixir for no reason. Wang Qingshan nodded and said, "Since Senior Uncle Zhang is giving it to you, go ahead and accept it! Remember Senior Uncle Zhang's kindness and repay him when you have the chance."

Wang Qiuming nodded, stood up, and bowed to Zhang Zhanfeng, saying gratefully, "This junior, Wang Qiuming, thanks you, Senior Zhang."

"You've just formed your core; cultivate peacefully for a while to consolidate your cultivation," Zhang Zhanfeng instructed. He then had someone arrange a good spiritual land for Wang Qiuming, while he and Wang Qingshan flew towards the Ancestral Hall.