My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Chapter 440 Innate Sword Bones vs. Innate Sword Heart

This moment felt both as long as a thousand years and as fleeting as the blink of an eye.

Lin Qianfeng felt a sharp pain in his throat, which jolted him awake from his reverie.

He stared wide-eyed at Chu Lengyu, who stood before him holding a sword, his face filled with disbelief.

He had just come to his senses when Chu Lengyu had already sheathed his sword with a graceful and swift movement, as if the breathtaking sword strike had never happened.

The stark contrast with reality left Lin Qianfeng stunned. He stared blankly at Chu Lengyu, his heart filled with doubt and uncertainty.

He hurriedly tried to recall every detail of that sword strike, but when he tried to remember, he found that the sword strike was as illusory and fleeting as a reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water.

In that instant when he witnessed it, he felt as if he had been enlightened and understood everything, but now, when he recalls it, it's all blurry, and he can't grasp anything.

At this moment, Lin Qianfeng was completely lost.

The wound on his neck was no longer important, and the outcome of this battle was irrelevant. He only wanted to figure out what that sword strike had just been.

Was it really just my imagination?

Just then, another voice suddenly rang out from below the arena, tinged with mockery: "Lin Qianfeng, what's wrong with you? You're just spacing out on the arena? That's not like you at all."

Lin Qianfeng looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who came was tall and handsome, and it was none other than his fellow disciple, Jing Yun.

His expression darkened slightly, and a sense of displeasure welled up within him: "Jing Yun, what are you doing here?"

Jing Yun strode forward, his gaze lingering on Chu Lengyu for a moment before he said, "If she were a beauty, it would be one thing for you to show her mercy and let her have a sword strike. But this woman is plain-looking, how could you possibly lose to her? If word gets out, won't people laugh their heads off?"

His casual remark made Lin Qianfeng's expression even more unpleasant.

What's worse than losing to an outsider is having your own fellow disciples witness your defeat and then deliberately mock you.

Moreover, Jing Yun was born with a sword-like spirit and was taken in as a closed-door disciple by the Sword Peak Elder. He was also one of the top ten disciples of the Thousand Mist Sect. With his strength and background, Lin Qianfeng naturally did not want to offend him.

At the same time, Lin Qianfeng was no longer concerned with his clumsy words, because his heart was filled with obsession and confusion about that sword strike.

Beside her, Chu Lengyu blinked gently.

"As plain as a fish?" Is that how they describe her? She tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion.

Although she deliberately chose an ordinary appearance as her avatar to conceal her identity, as a cultivator, her skin was as white as jade and flawless, adding to her extraordinary and refined temperament. She could hardly be called ugly.

Seeing Lin Qianfeng remain silent, Jing Yun turned his gaze to Chu Lengyu, his tone inquiring as he tentatively asked, "I heard you were born with a sword heart?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was stunned, and all eyes turned to Chu Lengyu.

Among the talents related to swordsmanship, the innate sword heart is undoubtedly the strongest. It represents the ultimate understanding and harmony with the sword, and is a talent that countless sword cultivators dream of.

However, such talent has always been rare. Despite the vastness of the Minghai Realm, there have never been many powerful individuals born with a sword heart throughout history.

Someone suddenly realized, their face showing amazement: "So she has a natural sword heart! No wonder she can win battle after battle. Such powerful talent is simply divine help!"

"I see!" Everyone agreed, their faces filled with envy.

Upon hearing this, Chu Lengyu slightly tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Previously, people were still discussing it, but after learning that she possessed the innate talent of a sword heart, everyone immediately agreed on the same point, attributing all her achievements to this talent, as if everything else became insignificant and could be ignored and erased.

How incredibly superficial!

Chu Lengyu sighed inwardly. Talent is important, but without hard work and luck, it is all for naught.

She looked at Jing Yun and replied frankly, "That's true. Want to give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Jing Yun's eyes, as if he had spotted a predator.

He had come here specifically because he had heard that Chu Lengyu possessed a natural sword heart, wanting to witness this legendary talent firsthand and even more so, to fight her personally and see just how powerful this innate sword heart truly was.

"Hmph, of course I'll have to learn from you!" Jing Yun snorted and strode forward, his body surging with sword intent, as if countless invisible sword shadows were swirling and dancing around him.

His gaze was piercing, fixed on Chu Lengyu, as if trying to pierce through her appearance and see into the depths of her soul, to see through her inside and out.

Chu Lengyu simply smiled and raised her hand to invite him.

Jing Yun put away his slightly exaggerated expression, and his whole demeanor immediately became calm and composed, like a sword being sheathed: "I'm here only to ask for guidance on swordsmanship, not cultivation level. Please feel free to ask."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and adjusted his breathing and state of mind.

Luck, stepping, swinging the sword...

This series of movements had become almost instinctive for Jing Yun, who had practiced swordsmanship since childhood.

His sword is an extension of his body; he wields it with ease.

In order to eventually cultivate a flawless sword dao golden core, he made unimaginable efforts, combining sword intent with the spiritual power within his body, and risking his life to fuse together an extremely pure sword essence that contained sword intent and was incomparably sharp.

He was born with a natural talent for swordsmanship and showed an amazing affinity for the way of the sword from a young age. The entire sect placed high hopes on him.

However, as he grew older, Jing Yun became increasingly aware of the importance of talent.

His innate sword bone does indeed make him naturally close to the sword, and he is better able to withstand the violent erosion of sword energy and the powerful force of sword techniques, but his aptitude for comprehending the way of the sword can only be considered average.

But now, right here on this arena, someone with an innate sword heart has appeared before him by sheer coincidence.

An indescribable excitement welled up in Jing Yun's heart. He wanted to see if this legendary innate sword heart could truly surpass his own sword bones.

Thoughts raced, and the sword sang a long song.

In an instant, a bright light burst forth, its silvery radiance shimmering, sharp and agile.

Its sharp energy emanated from it, creating gusts of wind that caused the surrounding vegetation to sway.

That's exactly it—

The sword is made of Kunwu iron, strong enough to cut jade, and the handle is made of Qiuxing and Mangxue.

The golden ring barely moves, and even gods and ghosts weep; the treasure box still holds, and dragons roar. (From "The Qin and the Sword" by Qu Daxiang, Ming Dynasty)

The wind from the sword whipped his black hair into a tangled mess, and his robes billowed in the air.

Seeing that cold glint that was hurtling straight towards him, even Chu Lengyu's usually calm eyes finally showed a ripple.