HEAVENLY CULTIVATION.
The Spring Rain

The next day was the most crowded and crowded day in Chang'Su city. It could be said that the excitement of the Single Sword Conference that everyone had been waiting for was now almost carried out, therefore many martial disciples cultivators from the various sects existed along the streets of Chang'Su city while wearing the robes of their sect.

The disciples of the Broken Sword Sect also started their cultivation for preparation before the competition, be it the peak disciples of Yilin, Erlang Xiao, San Bian, Si Hua, Wu Hua, and others, Liu Hua and Xia Hua were practicing their sword arts.

Although as the sect escort were two people namely Jing Yiran and Ma Dao. It can be said that all tasks are only carried by one person. Like the day before, Jing Yiran came to herself as a representative to take the draw of every participating disciple from the seven peaks. He had to take down the names of the disciples and take their serial numbers.

Out of the hundred martial schools, then the number of all the disciples who attended the Single Sword Conference was almost one thousand. Five hundred participants were then in the ballot to determine their opponents, and for students who failed they were made sure not to follow the second round.

And fortunately their College or Sect got the first draw to compete, which was against the first hundred people.

The lights in the room were still on due to his busyness today, Jing Yiran began to interpret the strength of individual opponents, where the odds would be the toughest opponents and which one they would likely win. Upon seeing everything, Zhan Chen was an opponent that would be hard for his junior-martial brothers to face.

It could be said that Zhan Chen's strength would match Deng Lun's strength as a Core's apprentice at the peak of Yilin, he said, Jing Yiran knew how far Zhan Chen was capable of because Zhan Chen was the blood brother of the talented person he had met, Zhan Fething who was already a peak elder despite his young age,.

He looked at Zhan Chen's opponent in the announcement and there was no way to change his second opponent's pair, so Jing Yiran started knitting her eyebrows worriedly.

As he frowned suddenly the door of his room was knocked from outside, and a faint sound was heard. "Yiran-shixiong station. Are you inside, if so I'd like to see the match schedule for tomorrow."

Cao Tao was still standing by the door for fear of interrupting Jing Yiran's time, so he did not enter the room. Moreover, Jing Yiran did not seem to like seeing other people coming in and out of her room at will, so the two just chatted outside.

"You..?" Of course out of his seven peak junior martial sister, Jing Yiran could not memorize one by one their faces.

"Cao Tao, from the top of San Bian." Cao Tao began to introduce himself.

Jing Yiran looked for Cao Tao's name on the pile of paper and began to say. "Your opponent is the person from the Black Bamboo Sect, Xing Jiang. He was at stage six of the first level. Can you fight it?"

Upon entering the examination at the Demon Slaying Cave, Cao Tao was at the first four levels. After a few years at the peak of San Bian, Cao Tao's cultivation had risen at the fifth stage by leaps and bounds.

"I will try, I am still at the fifth stage of the first level. Even though it is one level lower with Xing Jiang, I will still fight him earnestly."

Jing Yiran looked satisfied, she patted Cao Tao on the shoulder before leaving. "Try hard."

"Then, Yiran-shixiong who is my opponent tomorrow?" Xian Zi who saw Cao Tao leave also wanted to know his opponent, she instantly received the pile of papers in her hands.

Jing Yiran gave it to him. "You search for yourself, and tell the others."

"Ah? Alright." Xian Zi then went to take the note to the room that Deng Lun usually used to meditate.

Standing near the millow tree, one looked like a slender millow tree, his sky blue robe covered perfectly.

He noticed the sword arts and the Wind Blowing Cloud technique when he saw Lau Luo's game getting better, Jing Yiran then smiled and pulled the corner of her lips upwards before she asked. "Are you not tired? Why not rest first."

Lau Luo who had secretly learned the technique from Immortal Shangya, felt someone watching over him then turned into the Wind Blowing Cloud technique which became the most basic technique of the Broken Sword Sect

Jing Yiran knew very well that Shao Yi Chen had yet to teach Lau Luo anything, the simplest technique of the sect did not either, other than just giving martial manuals to learn on their own.

"Did you not have a single technique to defeat your opponent other than the Cloud Blowing Wind technique?"

Lau Luo turned around asking. "What about Shixiong, guess what?"

Jing Yiran, "...."

After thinking for a long time. "I don't think so."

"You're right."

"...."

Jing Yiran took over the silver sword in Lau Luo's hands, before she said to introduce her sword technique. "Then I will trouble Luo-shidi to see the Spring Rain."

The sword was newly purchased and the blade was also without a brand, looking so simple there was only one crystal in the handle of the sword. When the sword lid opened, through the spiritual Jing Yiran the sword emitted a silvery ray, shining as if a rainbow beam stretched out during the rain, every dance of movement Jing Yiran performed was as smooth as a sudden snowfall coming over the silver belladona, waving nonstop.

At the time of the Spring Rain at an incredible momentum, the Floating Frozen Dew on his waist started to feel a little bit of his emotions and started to tremble slightly.

Every time Jing Yiran performed the Spring Rain gesture, it was as if the wind and water in Lake Ye started roaring. The extremely cold Lake Ye slowly turned warm, the equivalent of spring where the ice crystal belladona flowers began to bloom slowly.

For now Lau Luo truly felt astonished, astonished by the beauty of Jing Yiran's sword arts. He should feel lucky to be able to see the best sword art from that Yilin peak, which was the Spring Rain.

"Shixiong is amazing." Lau Luo received back her sword after it was sheathed, she accidentally saw Jing Yiran's slender waist hanging the Floating Frozen Dew, she couldn't help but ask.

"Why doesn't Shixiong use your own sword? I guess the Spring Rain would have looked better if Shixiong had used the Floating Frozen Dew instead of using the brandless sword as he was now."

As he said so he began to recall the story of Xian Zi when the two of them drank tea, until the sky turned into a reddish ray, which was the same as the other, he recalled Xian Zi's story clearly that Jing Yiran had never once drawn his sword no matter what.

As soon as he remembered it, Lau Luo couldn't bear to ask, "Is there a problem going on? The matter that forced Yiran-shixiong to be unable to use Shixiong's own sword?"

Jing Yiran was suddenly silent like a stiff pine tree, caught wet like water had waded her from above her head and her brows knit, then separated limply like cold.

He finally could not bear to open his mouth and said. "Luo-shidi actually.. My spiritual core is flawed."

Jing Yiran smiled slightly but her words were very calm the school of disabilities at the spiritual core was commonplace to Jing Yiran, but the reality of the spiritual core was like her martial heart. Like a man who has a heart for his life.

A spiritual core defect is a serious problem, any person whose spiritual core is flawed even a little will not say it with the expression of a calm face.

Yet she, Jing Yiran said so with an indifferent expression of face. "This has been going on for a long time and I'm getting used to the half spiritual core, so you don't have to worry either."