Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me-Chapter 1749 - 1748: Planting the Sword Heart

Wang Ye took out a book from his ring and tossed it over.

Li Dao caught the book with one hand and began reading it earnestly.

After a moment of reading, he felt as if a spring thunder had struck his forehead, a feeling indescribably exhilarating.

It was as though all the meridians in his body were being unblocked.

Waves of warm currents reverberated throughout his body.

He let out a long breath.

A long-lost confidence spread across his face.

I can definitely cultivate something remarkable.

Immediately, he knelt heavily on the ground, kowtowing to Wang Ye in gratitude.

"Thanks to Dark Lord for imparting the cultivation technique!"

Wang Ye looked at him.

In a month’s time, there will be a competition among the Seven Peaks.

Let him represent me instead.

"In a month, you will attend the competition on behalf of Lion Peak."

The voice was filled with determination.

Upon hearing this, Li Dao nodded heavily, feeling a sense of destiny that if he truly cultivated this technique.

He certainly would not disgrace Lion Peak.

He left with the cultivation technique, and a book fell from his body.

Due to his excitement, Li Dao did not notice the fallen item.

Watching the direction where Li Dao disappeared, Wang Ye took another sip of wine.

After that sip, his eyes brightened considerably.

He then noticed the cultivation technique on the snowy ground.

On it was written the Eternal Life Scripture.

With a flick of his finger, the book flew into his hand.

It seems that because this person cultivated this technique, he was able to live for over five thousand years.

However, logically, someone like him from Tian Que shouldn’t be able to learn any cultivation technique.

Wang Ye opened the technique and glanced through it, only to see dense symbols that were entirely mathematical formulas.

If these symbols were in the present, they would definitely win a Nobel Prize in Mathematics.

That’s it!

Wang Ye had a sudden realization.

In this vast world, people are categorized, and so are things.

Almost ninety-nine percent of people enhance themselves through cultivation.

However, there exists another type of person, like Li Dao, from Tian Que.

The spiritual energy they cultivate would be consumed by themselves.

Yet their wisdom is exceptionally high, enabling them to understand the Eternal Life Scripture.

These individuals prefer thinking rather than memorizing cultivation mantras, making cultivation futile despite five years of effort.

The book I gave him earlier was merely one for memory; as long as he genuinely memorizes it, improving his cultivation wouldn’t be a hard task.

Such a simple problem, he didn’t figure it out in five thousand years.

Truly, giving roses leaves fragrance on the hands, as the saying goes.

Wang Ye leafed through the Eternal Life Scripture.

... 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

In the blink of an eye, a month flew by.

The sky was no longer snowy, and the weather was clear.

The spring breeze blew, scattering the snow on Tianyong, and bringing a revival to all.

In a mountain valley.

Li Dao was diligently training.

With a swing of his longsword, the air in front of him was torn apart.

The power of sword qi did not diminish, splitting a mountain into two halves.

"My strength has actually increased to this extent."

He watched, shocked, as the broken mountain fell.

He had never imagined that one day he would possess such strength.

Such power, he wouldn’t have dared to dream of.

After a brief moment of shock, he burst into joyful laughter.

His laughter echoed throughout the valley.

His lips curled slightly with a touch of smugness.

He gazed at the sword in his hand, his expression gradually turning serious.

"Today’s achievements are entirely thanks to the Dark Lord’s grace; this kindness will never be forgotten."

"In three days, I will go to the competition."

He sheathed his sword and walked towards Sky Wing Plaza.

...

Meanwhile, the other five peaks were also preparing for the competition.

After all, this competition involved numerous matters; any peak that lost could incite disdain from the others.

Such an outcome could provoke conflict.

Ten years ago, Tianyong Mountain originally had eight peaks.

The eighth peak lost in this competition, incurring attacks from the other six peaks, leading to its permanent disappearance from Tianyong Mountain.

At Tianlong Peak, in the Tianlong Temple.

Tian Long paced back and forth in the main hall with his hands behind his back.

His expression grim and his gaze dull, this competition could very well determine the survival of Tianlong Peak.

Although he had always bolstered Tianlong Peak’s reputation, making the other six peaks believe Tianlong Peak was still as formidable as eight years ago.

But in his heart, he knew, today’s Tianlong Peak was not the Tianlong Peak of the past.

If Tianlong Peak’s disciples truly participated, they would surely suffer a crushing defeat, inviting the other five peaks’ covetousness.

He pondered for a moment.

"This time, if my Tianlong Peak abstains from the competition, the other five peaks, unsure of Tianlong Peak’s strength, will not dare covet its resources."

This information quickly reached Evergreen Peak.

This time, the competition was hosted by Evergreen Peak.

Li Changchun had expended a great amount of effort to establish the Sky Wing Tournament Grounds.

Now that Tianlong Peak had refused to participate, his expression was somewhat awkward.

"Well, Tian Long, you won’t give me any face."

Li Changchun ground his teeth.

His eyes narrowing, perhaps Tianlong Peak lacked the strength, lacking promising newcomers.

Thus, not daring to participate.

If so, after the competition...

Tianlong Peak, with its abundance of beauties and resources, would fall into the hands of Evergreen Peak.

While contemplating how to test Tianlong Peak’s strength.

A white-robed man entered, his face as white as jade, and with a graceful demeanor, he was his prized disciple, Liu Yufeng.

Liu Yufeng, ever respectful, waved his white fan.

"Master, your disciple has cultivated the Soul Capturing Technique to the ninety-ninth level, even if not taking the championship, entering the top three is assured."

Liu Yufeng’s expression was proud.

He had heard rumors of the disciples of the other six peaks.

Currently, the only one who could contend with him was Chen Changsheng from Carefree Peak.

Li Changchun nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well, if you truly enter the top three, I shall arrange for some girls for dual cultivation!"

With that, he waved his hand.

"Off you go, I still have the competition arrangements to handle."

"Disciple takes his leave!"

Liu Yufeng waved his fan as he left.

He naturally had confidence in this competition.

But he hadn’t considered the dual cultivation with girls.

After all, the regulations at Tianyong Mountain were strict, requiring responsibility towards the dual cultivation girls.

This meant once you chose a partner for dual cultivation, you were bound to her for life.

Regarding female cultivators, he always saw them as mere playthings, never contemplating serious dual cultivation.

If Master forces me to dual cultivate, I will simply run away down the mountain.

With my cultivation, I can thrive wherever I go.

Liu Yufeng’s lips curled into a smile, a hint of slyness flashing in his eyes.

There were many women below the mountain, even more beauties; that was the battlefield he ought to pursue.

Watching Liu Yufeng walk out through the main doors, Li Changchun felt a sense of pity in his heart.

This disciple had exceptional talent, even surpassing Chen Changsheng from Carefree Peak.

Unfortunately, he was inherently lazy, training only half an hour a day while others trained for eight hours.

...

Meanwhile, at Saintess Peak, Xia Yurou was also discussing the competition.