With Wen Qingyu's command, three thousand competing disciples surged towards the Piaomiao Sword Tomb like a tidal wave!

As Luo Changqing prepared to move, he suddenly sensed something.

A particularly fierce killing intent was secretly watching him.

Luo Changqing looked up.

He saw that the killing intent came from the direction of the Mystic Sword Heavenly Sect.

Beside the Sect Master of the Mystic Sword Sect, three disciples were not participating in the competition but were watching with arrogance.

The killing intent came from the middle of the three, from a male disciple with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.

Their gazes clashed in the air, and Luo Changqing felt the other party's killing intent intensify by threefold.

Luo Changqing frowned slightly, puzzled.

At this moment, a low female voice came to his ear:

"Junior Brother Luo, don't look. Those three are the guaranteed disciples of the Mystic Sword Heavenly Sect."

"The one who took first place in the last sect competition has three guaranteed spots, so they don't need to participate in the preliminaries."

The speaker was Zhao Ling'er, the strongest disciple of the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect in this batch.

"Sister Zhao, how strong are the guaranteed disciples?" Luo Changqing asked.

Zhao Ling'er said gravely, "I don't know exactly how strong, but I can assure you they are very powerful, especially the handsome man in the middle, named Mu Qingfeng."

"This person not only has Imperial-grade cultivation aptitude but is also the younger brother of the Saintess Mu Qingxuan."

Luo Changqing understood, realizing why this person was filled with killing intent towards him; he was Mu Qingxuan's brother!

Zhao Ling'er whispered, "I heard that with his aptitude, he doesn't need to participate in the competition and could directly enter the Piaomiao Immortal Sect."

"But he is ambitious and clearly wants to make a grand entrance into the Immortal Sect by winning the competition and making a name for himself!"

"Alright, geniuses of that level are not something we can compare to. Let's just honestly participate in the preliminary elimination rounds!"

With that, Zhao Ling'er said no more. She took a deep breath and leaped onto the first level of the Sword Tomb.

At this moment, Mu Qingfeng made a provocative throat-slitting gesture towards Luo Changqing!

Luo Changqing smiled and, as light as a swallow, leaped onto the first level of the Sword Tomb.

The preliminaries officially began!

The first level of the Sword Tomb was densely packed with lower-grade spirit weapon flying swords.

Each flying sword had an ancient design and was filled with rich spiritual energy.

Luo Changqing walked leisurely to a flying sword but did not immediately make a move. Instead, he looked at a disciple from the Feiyun Heavenly Sect not far away.

Luo Changqing was unfamiliar with the Piaomiao Sword, so he wanted to see how others did it first.

The Feiyun Heavenly Sect disciple was extremely excited. After balancing his breathing rhythm, he grasped the sword hilt with both hands.

In an instant, it was as if he had been electrocuted, his whole body trembled violently!

It seemed that some force caused his veins to bulge, and his eyes began to fill with blood.

He appeared to be enduring immense pain, but he eventually managed to slowly pull out the flying sword.

The moment the flying sword left the Sword Tomb, the disciple's pain vanished, and he cheered as he leaped to the second level of the Sword Tomb.

Ah, so that's how it is.

Luo Changqing understood that the so-called sword pulling was just literal.

When he re-examined the flying sword in front of him, a detail made him stop his hand.

On the stone steps near the flying sword, there were three lines of obscure and difficult-to-understand text engraved.

"Is this... a mantra?" Luo Changqing's heart skipped a beat.

He could tell that the three lines of the mantra were extremely profound, even surpassing the Grand Desolate Lingdong Art of Patriarch Xuanqing.

Luo Changqing frowned slightly, wondering why such a mantra would appear in this place.

The three lines of the mantra were not continuous, as if a large section was missing.

It seemed as if someone had unconsciously engraved the most difficult parts of the mantra here while cultivating.

But with just these three lines, it was impossible to see the full picture.

Luo Changqing felt regret; with the effect of the first layer of his black tower, he could deduce and complete the mantra.

But he couldn't possibly pry up the stone steps and carry them into the Punishment Demon Realm under everyone's watchful eyes, could he?

At that moment, an exciting scene occurred for Luo Changqing!

Within the demon realm of his Punishment birthmark, a black light burst out from the first layer of the towering Demonic Tower!

The black light penetrated the demon realm, left the Punishment mark, and struck Luo Changqing's eyes.

In an instant, a flash of demonic light passed through Luo Changqing's starry eyes.

Then, in Luo Changqing's vision, the three incomplete lines of the mantra began to move!

Luo Changqing took a sharp breath:

"The effect of the first layer of the Demonic Tower can actually project into my eyes?"

Upon closer inspection of the mantra text, a large number of brand-new characters appeared out of thin air in his vision.

In just ten breaths.

The dense and obscure text filled Luo Changqing's entire field of vision!

Even the name of this technique was revealed:

Immortal-grade, "Great Amitabha Heart Sutra": Volume One.

It was actually an Immortal-grade Heart Sutra!

Luo Changqing was secretly delighted and immediately began cultivating according to the complete mantra.

Unbeknownst to him, his actions sparked laughter throughout the audience.

"Hahaha, that trash can't even pull out the first flying sword?"

"Pull? Did you see him pull? He doesn't even have the courage to grip the sword!"

"Of course, he doesn't dare to pull the sword. With his trash-grade aptitude, he'd probably be crushed to death by the Dao intent of the Piaomiao Ancestor on the spot."

Luo Changqing's motionless appearance made the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect cultivators outside the field very annoyed.

Duan Qingyun stomped his feet in anger, pointing at Luo Changqing from afar: "He's truly bringing shame to our Xuanqing Heavenly Sect!"

"I advised him many times not to compete, but he insisted on showing off!"

"Now, at the critical moment, he doesn't dare to move like a dead man. It's infuriating!"

Sect Master Xuan Zheng said nothing, but his livid face said it all.

In the Jade Tower above, Empress Tantai watched Luo Changqing's "cowardly" demeanor with growing disappointment, her beautiful eyes turning colder.

Moments later.

In the Piaomiao Sword Tomb, all the disciples had left the first level.

More than half of the competing disciples appeared on the second level.

Even three hundred disciples with extraordinary aptitude had already gone to challenge the third level flying swords.

In contrast, the first level still had one person, unmoving.

Luo Changqing!

The audience's laughter was unending.

Mu Qingxuan sneered, full of disdain.

She felt increasingly disgusted by this embarrassing fiancé!

At this time, Luo Changqing ignored the scorn of the crowd and abandoned his cultivation.

He realized that the "Great Amitabha Heart Sutra" was too complex and difficult to practice; just this "Volume One" alone would take a whole year to achieve any progress.

Clearly, cultivating during such a competition was unrealistic.

Luo Changqing looked up at the high-ranking competitors and finally reached out his hands towards the flying sword in front of him.

"Look, that trash finally can't bear it and is about to make a fool of himself!"

"Hahahaha, it took him so long to muster the courage, I feel embarrassed for Sect Master Xuan Zheng."

Amidst the jeers, Luo Changqing smiled.

His hands gently grasped the sword hilt in front of him!

In an instant, an indescribable and astonishing Dao intent surged from the hilt, wildly sweeping through his entire body!

Luo Changqing felt as if his whole body was being pierced by a thousand silver needles, even his head was in excruciating pain.

This must be the Dao intent infused into the Sword Tomb by the Piaomiao Ancestor!

"Huff..." Luo Changqing exhaled with difficulty: "This level of pain is nothing."

"No, this feeling!?"

Luo Changqing suddenly realized that the Dao intent causing him pain seemed to have a mysterious resonance with the "Great Amitabha Heart Sutra" he had just practiced.

"Could it be?"

Based on his conjecture, Luo Changqing immediately activated the Heart Sutra mantra.

In the next moment.

The chaotic Dao intent that had flooded his body was "tamed"!

The Dao intent began to circulate in an orderly manner, passing through the meridians and channels, finally converging towards the spirit palace.

The pain brought by the Dao intent did not diminish at all.

But Luo Changqing was pleasantly surprised to find that his cultivation speed of the Heart Sutra was advancing by leaps and bounds!

Luo Changqing was secretly delighted: the Dao intent left by the Piaomiao Ancestor was actually meant to aid in cultivating the Heart Sutra!

With the help of the Dao intent, his cultivation progress soared!

After ten breaths!

The Great Amitabha Heart Sutra, Volume One.

Minor Accomplishment!

Clang!

Soon, the flying sword in his hand was pulled out by Luo Changqing.

Luo Changqing took a deep breath, his eyes shining with brilliance:

"Not enough, the Dao intent of one flying sword is not enough!"

"Again!"

He then went to pull out a second flying sword!

A new surge of Dao intent swept over him.

The Great Amitabha Heart Sutra, Volume One.

Major Accomplishment!

"Not enough, still not enough! I need more!"

Luo Changqing was thrilled and went to pull out a third flying sword.

This scene drove the entire audience into hysterics.

Mu Qingxuan raised an eyebrow and sneered: "What a disgraceful bumpkin, a mere lower-grade spirit weapon, and he can't even move past it."

The Sect Master of the Mystic Sword Sect laughed until tears came out: "Luo Changqing, do you think you're pulling radishes in a vegetable garden? Look at how little ambition you have, you dog!"

Duan Qingyun finally couldn't hold back and exploded, shouting: "Luo Changqing, what foolishness are you doing!"

"Are you that desperate for money? At this point, you're still coveting those lower-grade spirit weapons!"

"The competition is still ongoing, hurry to the second level!"

The scene was filled with laughter again.

"Hahahaha, that kid must be blinded by greed. The rules clearly state that only the highest-grade flying sword he pulls out will be rewarded to him."

"Pulling out more is useless! This is truly the most ridiculous competition ever."

Inside the Sword Tomb.

Luo Changqing remained calm and composed, pulling out the third flying sword.

Heart Sutra, Complete!

Then he moved to pull out the fourth flying sword.

Heart Sutra, Peak!

Minor Accomplishment, Major Accomplishment, Complete, Peak!

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Luo Changqing exhaled deeply, feeling his vision enhance threefold!

His perception, enhanced threefold!

His spiritual awareness, enhanced threefold!

Even his mind felt exceptionally clear.

No one noticed a faint purple aura swirling at Luo Changqing's brow.

That purple aura, like a fortress, protected his Dao heart.

Luo Changqing was thrilled!

He knew that the benefits brought by the Great Amitabha Heart Sutra were far more than just enhancing vision, perception, and spiritual awareness.

Since it was an Immortal-grade Heart Sutra, there must be more benefits waiting to be discovered.

The fact that the Heart Sutra could protect his Dao heart alone spoke volumes!

Luo Changqing was overjoyed, raising his head sharply, his gaze surrounded by purple aura, shooting towards the second level of the Sword Tomb!

With "Volume One," there should be a "Volume Two"!

Volume Two must be on the second level.

Luo Changqing couldn't wait to cultivate Volume Two and, with a swift step, rushed towards the second level.

At the same time, a sense of understanding everything quietly emerged.

Luo Changqing was surprised to discover that with the help of the Great Amitabha Heart Sutra, he could clearly sense the flow of the wind!

The gentle breeze, at this moment, seemed to become part of his body, the feeling was very mysterious.

Luo Changqing tried to control this feeling, and actually...

He hovered in mid-air!

"Hiss..."

The mocking laughter from the audience stopped!

"What!?" Mu Qingxuan's beautiful eyes contracted: "Walking on the wind!"

"How could this trash possibly master walking on the wind!?"

Spirit Palace Realm disciples could fly with the help of Spirit Ships.

Soul Palace Realm disciples could fly on swords.

Walking on the wind was slower than flying on swords and was a thankless task.

So the vast majority of cultivators wouldn't waste their energy on it.

"Oh?" The Sect Master of Piaomiao was thoughtful: "Walking on the wind is known for being difficult to master."

"This trash actually mastered it?"