“He succeeded?” Mu Xueling carried her lute as she looked at Lin Yun. The light shining on Lin Yun’s chest was a blazing sword intent like an erupting volcano. This was a sign that Lin Yun had grasped the Sword Heart, but it was too fast!

The Sword Heart was hard to grasp, and even saints who possessed the Heavenly Dome Sword Intent might not grasp it. Lin Yun grasped the Sword Heart, so he could become a Sword Saint when he reached the Sword Realm and not just a saint who uses the sword. There was a massive difference between the two.

But it would depend on Lin Yun’s fortune if he could obtain the same title as his master and become one of the three great Sword Saints of the Eastern Desolation.

“He’s ultimately a swordsman.” Mu Xueling found it a pity because Lin Yun was also talented in music dao. If he worked hard, there was a high possibility that he might grasp the Imperial Tone in the future or even the Divine Dragon Tone.

“Saint Elder, I’ve succeeded.” Lin Yun opened his eyes, and the light dissipated and swept back to his heart. His eyes were filled with child-like...