Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

0Yang Xuan was alone in his courtyard. He held the Longevity Sword with one hand, and wisps of Spiritual Force flowed through his body and merged into his sword.    0

    

"This Shangqing Art is really strange. I have been practicing it for so many days, but I didn't gain anything from it."    

    

After returning home, Yang Xuan had been practicing his sword skills. He wanted to become stronger. Ever since he was able to cultivate, this thought kept urging him. He didn't dare to stop for even a second. However, the first sword art he chose made him feel difficulty.    

    

Every move of the Shangqing Art could change endlessly. To him, this was a huge challenge. Especially when he had to forget about his moves during the battle. At such a critical moment, once he forgot all his moves, he would be beaten to death.    

    

Yang Xuan thrust the sword in his hand, hitting the broken wall of the courtyard.    

    

"Since this is what the book says, there must be a reason for it."    

    

He looked at the tiny marks on the wall and was somewhat dissatisfied.    

    

Yang Xuan slowly closed his eyes. All kinds of thoughts in his mind were expelled from his mind. The Longevity Sword in his hand was actually faintly glowing with a green light. This light was extremely faint. If one did not look carefully, it would be difficult to detect it.    

    

A green light appeared, and a majestic force instantly rushed in all directions. The green plants in the courtyard were all violently swaying under the impact of this force.    

    

At this moment, Yang Xuan was completely immersed in the feeling of emptiness. He could only hear the sound of nature in his ears. His body felt comfortable and his Qi was abundant. An invisible force slowly gathered in his hand.    

    

Suddenly, he moved.    

    

With a gentle wave of his right hand, the Longevity Sword slashed down with a green light. A green light flew out. This light looked very faint and very light. It seemed as though it could be blown away with a single breath.    

    

The green light landed on the old wall.    

    

A soft sound was heard, and a palm-sized crack appeared on the spot where the light landed. The crack was extremely smooth.    

    

Yang Xuan opened his eyes. He was a little confused, as if he had just woken up. He twisted his neck and moved around. He felt extremely sore all over his body.    

    

"What's going on?" Yang Xuan frowned. He was a little confused. He only remembered that he had relaxed his body just now, and all his thoughts had been cleared. After that, in a trance, a great amount of power seemed to have gathered in his hand. Even his entire body had fallen into the sea of Spirit Aura.    

    

"Longevity Sword!"    

    

Yang Xuan was shocked. He hurriedly raised his right hand and looked over. The blade of the Longevity Sword was still glowing with a strange light. The surrounding Spirit Aura were gathering towards this place, but their speed was extremely slow. It was very difficult to sense them.    

    

Yang Xuan stared at the Longevity Sword for a long time, then he began to think in his heart.    

    

The feeling around him just now was very strange. At that moment, he had completely forgotten about the existence of the technique. He had even almost forgotten about himself.    

    

At that time, he seemed to have become one with the heaven and earth, and the Longevity Sword in his hand controlled everything.    

    

Yang Xuan stared at the long sword in his hand with a solemn expression.    

    

According to what Eldest Uncle said, his father was a top genius back then. As his father's sword, the Longevity Sword must not be simple.    

    

Thinking of this, he immediately raised his head and looked forward.    

    

A gap had appeared on the grayish-white wall. Yang Xuan took two steps forward and placed his left index finger on the gap. He was shocked. Such a smooth surface was definitely not something he could create with his current realm.    

    

Just as he was deep in thought, a loud sound suddenly rang out.    

    

The door to the courtyard was suddenly kicked open, and a few young people walked in. They looked the same age as Yang Xuan, but each of them had their heads held high and looked very arrogant.    

    

Yang Xuan looked over with a trace of doubt in his eyes. These were all disciples of the family. Normally, they wouldn't pay attention to Yang Xuan. Because Yang Xuan had always stayed in the courtyard, they hadn't even seen him before.    

    

He did not have any grudges with them, so why did they come here?    

    

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan tidied his clothes and walked over. He was just about to ask, but they were the first to speak.    

    

Standing at the front was a somewhat mature youth. If Yang Xuan remembered correctly, this man seemed to be slightly older than Yang Xiao. Yang Xuan had seen him once before. His name was Yang Shi.    

    

"Yang Xuan, I heard that you have been receiving good treatment recently."    

    

Yang Shi's tone was very calm, but his face was full of ridicule. A few young men behind him also walked up at this time. They seemed to be interested as they sized up the small courtyard.    

    

"The patriarch has liked him very much recently."    

    

"I also heard that Miss Yu is also very close to him."    

    

Yang Xuan tilted his head. He was a little confused. He immediately replied, "Brothers, I was just lucky."    

    

"Who is your brother? You don't have the right to say that."    

    

As soon as these words were spoken, the few of them immediately frowned. Especially Yang Shi, who was the leader of the group, his face revealed an expression of disgust. He glanced at Yang Xuan and said with a cold smile, "You are just a piece of trash. You better not offend us!"    

    

Yang Xuan frowned slightly.    

    

He did not know what they were here for, but he could not accept such humiliation.    

    

"Brothers, it's a bit cold here. You all should leave quickly."