After slaying the gatekeeper, Lin Yun’s heart became clear. Ever since he came to the Heavenly Dao Sect, he had to disguise himself as Ye Qingtian and suppress his true nature by pretending to be cocky. He couldn’t execute the two saint physiques and Glory Saint Artifacts with Ye Qingtian’s identity.

This significantly restricted him, not to mention he had several sword techniques he couldn’t execute. To a swordsman, suppressing himself was a terrible feeling, and the gatekeeper had piqued his bloodlust and became fearless. A swordsman was at their strongest when he was fearless.

Lin Yun held onto the Flower Burial Sword and dashed forth, reaching the seventh level. Surprisingly, a little girl was standing before this trial, and there was a painting hovering with countless ancient words on the cliff behind the painting.

She might be a little girl, but the sword intent within her body was terrifying and felt like a blazing cauldron.

“Crane Fairy? What are you doing here?” Lin Yun asked.

“I’m here to practice sword techniques. Hehe, I’ll stop messing around with you. My master asked me to wait here for you and learn from you, and I’m really unhappy about that,” the...