After verifying the lethality of ordinary weapons against her physical body, Ye Ling was not completely satisfied.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, lost in thought.
Ordinary Xiantian Realm martial artists who only controlled weapons with spiritual energy indeed could not break her current dragon body's defenses.
But what if an opponent had the support of the grand momentum of heaven and earth, or the boost of Sword Force?
When Sword Force bore down on a target, it could often bypass pure physical hardness and cause actual wounds.
She wanted to thoroughly test the true baseline of her physical body at this moment.
With her mind made up, Ye Ling raised her hand to grip her sword once more.
This time, she did not simply swing her sword. With a slight nudge of her mind, wisps of sword path rhythm quietly rose around her, and half-step Sword Force coated the blade.
With the boost of the half-step Sword Force, the already sharp edge of the blade suddenly erupted with a layer of invisible pressure, multiplying its cutting power several times over, enough to easily wound an ordinary Xiantian Realm martial artist.
Ye Ling's gaze focused, and exerting force with her wrist, she cleanly slashed down toward her arm once again.
Clang!
Another deafening, metallic chime rang out inside the room.
The Sword Force vibrated, its sharp edge bone-chillingly cold, yet when it struck the skin of her dragon body, it was still completely blocked.
This time, her skin, as hard as dragon scales, was finally pressed into a very faint white mark by the intense Sword Force.
But that was all. The edge of the blade could not advance another fraction of an inch, unable to tear her skin or damage her muscles.
Within a mere breath, that faint white mark faded away under the spontaneous nourishment of the dragon qi.
Her skin instantly returned to its original smooth state, as if it had never suffered any impact.
A deep sense of shock flashed through the depths of Ye Ling's eyes.
This True Dragon body-tempering cultivation method was truly terrifying.
With just the first layer of the dragon body, she was nearly unharmed even by a full-strength strike boosted by half-step Sword Force.
Within the same rank of the Xiantian Realm, who could possibly break her physical defense?
After a brief moment of awe, Ye Ling's gaze grew even more determined. She wanted to test her true limit.
In the next instant, she completely focused her mind, fully unleashing her sword path foundation.
With a buzz, the entire bamboo house instantly filled with the hum of swords, and a cold, green Sword Force suddenly condensed, rose, and spread.
One Layer of Sword Force firmly enveloped the blade. The sword intent was fierce and incomparably sharp—this was a killing power that had truly stepped into the grand Sword Force.
This was also her current ultimate strike, enough to heavily wound an ordinary late-stage Xiantian Realm martial artist.
Without any hesitation, carrying this One Layer of Sword Force, Ye Ling slashed toward her arm once more.
Ssh!
A soft tearing sound echoed. This time, the ultimate Sword Force finally broke through the surface defense of the dragon body.
The skin on her arm was sliced open, leaving a shallow, thin bloodline from which bright red blood slowly seeped.
The injury was extremely shallow, merely on the surface of the skin, and could not be considered a serious wound at all.
But the moment the bloodline appeared, an astonishing scene unfolded.
The dense dragon qi circulating through her body surged spontaneously, flowing endlessly into the wound. Her flesh and muscle fibers squirmed, knit together, and repaired themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few dozen seconds, the shallow, thin wound cut by One Layer of Sword Force completely scabbed over, peeled off, and smoothed out.
Her skin became smooth, delicate, and flawless once more, with even the slightest trace of the injury completely erased.
Perfect self-healing.
Ye Ling's mind shook to its core. Not only was it extremely hard and invincible across realms, but the True Dragon physique actually possessed a terrifying physical self-healing ability.
Resisting half-step Sword Force left her completely unharmed, while a complete One Layer of Sword Force could only cause a shallow surface wound that healed in an instant.
This was the True Dragon foundation she had obtained by depleting all her spirit stones and cultivating bitterly for a month.
Invincible in the same realm, resisting pressure across ranks, and self-healing to immortality.
After testing the limits of her dragon body several times, Ye Ling understood that the goals of this seclusion had been completely and successfully achieved.
She had harvested a great deal from this seclusion. Not only had her comprehension of the sword path progressed further, allowing her to master One Layer of Sword Force, but her cultivation had also successfully broken through its shackles, stepping into the Xiantian Realm.
The 《True Dragon Unfettered Art》 gifted by the senior item spirit had also been successfully trained to the first layer. Now, her physical body possessed both super defense and self-healing power.
Continuing to cultivate behind closed doors now would yield no further room for improvement; staying here would be a pure waste of time.
She briefly tidied up the bamboo house, deciding on her next course of action.
The first task was to head to the Miscellaneous Affairs Peak to collect her monthly allowance, which had accumulated for nearly a year as the Tenth True Disciple. This would perfectly replenish the resources she had depleted while cultivating the dragon art.
The second task was to go to the Artifact-Refining Peak to retrieve the sword she had previously entrusted to the Peak Master of the Artifact-Refining Peak to forge by hand.
Ever since she had entrusted it to him, she had often wondered how sharp and extraordinary her sword would be after being meticulously refined and polished by a top-tier artifact-refining master.
Having planned everything out, Ye Ling stepped out of the quiet bamboo courtyard and set off.
Just after stepping out of the courtyard, she could not help but try to channel her Xiantian spiritual energy, executing the brief flight ability that only Xiantian Realm cultivators could master.
The spiritual stream in her dantian flowed, and her Xiantian spiritual energy supported her body. Her figure lightly floated several yards off the ground, gliding briefly through the air.
This sensation of soaring was completely different from when Leng Zhiwei had carried her through the clouds.
Back then, she had only passively relied on another person's spiritual energy, restricted in every way.
Now, standing in the air by relying on her own cultivation, she was free and unfettered, a sense of personal freedom welling up from the depths of her heart.
After only a brief glide, the spiritual energy in her body was nearly half depleted.
Ye Ling frowned slightly. The method of flight that simply relied on spiritual energy to support the body consumed too much energy. It was fine for short distances, but completely impractical for long-distance travel.
She decided that once she finished her current tasks, she would head to the Library to exchange for a sword-controlling technique to practice.
Riding a sword relied on the blade to carry oneself, resulting in extremely low spiritual energy consumption. The flight speed was also far superior to short-distance flight supported purely by spiritual energy, which would make her future travels much more convenient.
With her thoughts settled, Ye Ling withdrew her strength and landed back on the ground, walking toward the Miscellaneous Affairs Peak.
Before long, she arrived at the Miscellaneous Affairs Peak. Ye Ling stepped forward to register and collect her long-accumulated monthly allowance as a True Disciple.
After the steward finished counting, he handed over a total of twelve thousand low-grade spirit stones. This abundant harvest instantly relieved the financial pressure on her spirit stone reserves, which had been completely emptied by cultivating the 《True Dragon Unfettered Art》.
In addition, the steward specially informed her that as the unique Tenth True Disciple, she still had one unused opportunity to enter a sect secret realm for free.
This privilege could be registered and saved; she did not need to enter immediately.
Since she still had to rush to the Artifact-Refining Peak to retrieve her sword, she had no time to enter the secret realm.
Ye Ling thus instructed the steward to register and seal this secret realm entry, saving it for when she had time in the future.
After finishing the procedures, she set off for the Artifact-Refining Peak without stopping.
The moment she stepped into the territory of the Artifact-Refining Peak, the surrounding temperature began to climb steadily, and a scorching wave of heat rushed over her.
The entire mountain peak was dotted with numerous small smelting and blacksmithing workshops, with bright furnace fires and flying sparks everywhere.
A crowd of Artifact-Refining Peak disciples were burying their heads in hammering various weapon raw materials, the clanking sounds of ironwork rising and falling in an endless, continuous chorus.
Ye Ling walked slowly along the path, her gaze scanning the unique forging scenery of the Artifact-Refining Peak.
Just as she was watching intently, a clear female voice suddenly came from her side, interrupting her thoughts.
“Are you Ye Ling? The Tenth True Disciple?”
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