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“The Twelfth Sword!” The swordswomen of the Miao Mountain Sword Sect also revealed incredulous expressions.

Hao Ye had reached the Eighth Sword, and it already felt unstoppable and terrifying. If the power of each subsequent strike was to double, wouldn’t Zhu Minglang, if he had the cultivation base of a sword cultivator, be absurdly powerful?

“Performing the Walking Sword Style is meaningless—it’s no different from dancing with a sword,” Zhu Minglang shook his head firmly, refusing to partake.

A collective sigh arose from the crowd.

It was clear that even the onlooking noblewomen were looking forward to the later moves of the Sword Meteor Sword Technique.

Hao Ye was also very troubled, chastising his own lack of insight for not being able to bring honor to his Sect Forest at such a critical moment.

“How about I do it?” At this moment, the melodious and delightful voice of Nan Lingsha rang out.

Wu Feng, Yun Zhonghe, Hao Ye, and Shao Ying all widened their eyes as they looked at Nan Lingsha.

Zhu Minglang too stared at his artist little auntie niece with a face full of puzzled bewilderment.

“Go steal it,” Nan Lingsha whispered to Zhu Minglang, audible to only the two of them.

Zhu Minglang immediately understood.

Nan Lingsha was to attract everyone’s attention, while he took the opportunity to steal the body jade from behind the ancient pagoda near the Sword Pavilion!

Zhu Minglang looked around and noticed that many swordswomen without the qualifications to attend this exchange meeting were also watching from a distance, obviously very interested in the later moves of the Sword Meteor Sword Technique.

Indeed, now was the best opportunity, and he believed that even if there were some masters near the Sword Pavilion, they would not miss the chance to observe the mastery of the Sword Meteor Sword Technique.

The question was, could Nan Lingsha truly perform the later sword techniques??

As a painter, to display the Sword Territory with a painting was an incredibly difficult task!

“Isn’t Miss Lingsha a painter?” Wen Lingfei inquired.

“Sect Leader, Miss Lingsha once used her art to display the Sword Meteor Sword Technique during the great power competition and defeated Yun Zhonghe,” Bai Qin’an said.

“If that’s the case, then let us wait and see,” Wen Lingfei said with a smile.

Nan Lingsha walked outside the Sword Pavilion, facing the pines that sloped toward the vast valley.

Her hand gently lifted; the brush emerged from thin air, as light as a feather, landing in her fair palm.

She glanced back, looking at the sword masters of Miao Mountain Sword Sect and Yao Mountain Sword Sect, then at Zhu Minglang, who had quietly stepped out from under the white canopy…

She turned her attention back and began to paint; the delicate brush in her hand suddenly became as sharp as a sword, thrusting towards the vast valley!

“The First Sword!”

The sword trembled, causing the entire forest to sway, and then everyone saw Nan Lingsha paint a large sword falling toward the distant valley. Birds and beasts scattered in alarm, as if a significant disaster had descended.

Nan Lingsha was proficient in her art, and she had practiced this Sword Meteor Sword Technique countless times on her canvas.

Each sword she displayed flowed smoothly, with even her Fourth and Fifth Swords seemingly surpassing the power of Hao Ye, the orthodox Fighting Sword Faction sword master!

By the time the Fifth Sword was executed, the people of the Sword Pavilion put aside their gawking demeanor and were immersed in the grand scene where the painting and the Sword Territory merged, the valley shook, rivers stopped flowing, trees were destroyed, and Nan Lingsha appeared like a true Sword Immortal—every brushstroke was the most fierce and domineering sword technique. The majestic sword shadows that fell from the sky and the destructive Sword Mights left most of the sword masters from both Miao Mountain Sword Sect and Yao Mountain Sword Sect feeling ashamed!

“The Ninth Sword!”

Nan Lingsha suddenly flung the brush in her hand, and as it streaked across the sky, a primordial demon sword materialized out of thin air. It soared between two peaks, and the distant mountains were actually crushed by the surge of energy caused by the demon sword!

The Tenth Sword!

The Eleventh Sword!

When these two swords were unleashed, everyone watched intently. The valley was vast, the ridges majestic, and the peaks towering, but after the appearance of the Sword Meteor Sword Technique following these ten swords, they simply couldn’t bear the weight and seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

If it weren’t for Nan Lingsha deliberately directing the sword might toward the boundless sky, the beautiful valley scenery beneath the Miao Mountain Sword Sect’s Sword Pavilion would have been utterly transformed!

Fortunately, the Miao Mountain Sword Sect didn’t care about these damages. In such a place filled with spiritual energy, even if mountains crumbled and the earth split apart, it would not take too long to recover naturally, possibly even revealing a different landscape.

In order to buy Zhu Minglang enough time, Nan Lingsha deliberately slowed down her assault, especially with The Twelfth Sword. She took a deep breath, as if regulating her breath, almost as if she was immersed in the changes of the swordsmanship!

On the other side, Zhu Minglang, listening to the immense commotion in the valley, marveled in his heart that his little painter niece was indeed a monster, while he stealthily made his way toward the direction of the Divine Valley Lantern Jade.

When it came to theft, Little White was perhaps the most excited.

Flapping its wings, its icy starry eyes sneakily surveyed the surroundings. In this small and exquisite form, its presence was not easily detected.

As for Zhu Minglang himself, he did not have the kind of cultivation base that would leak overpowering presence. To some powerful guardian beasts and strong sitting figures, he was no different from a few small wild deer.

The journey was smooth for the most part, with most people being drawn in by the exchange. Zhu Minglang finally found the ancient pagoda that was somewhat conspicuous, shimmering in the sunlight with a gleam that screamed, “Just one look, and you know it’s a treasure!”

Probably because the Miao Mountain Sword Sect never imagined anyone would dare to steal from their Sect Forest, there were no guards around the ancient pagoda. The occasional figures that could be seen were just little swordswomen sweeping up fallen leaves, each around fourteen or sixteen years old, innocent and immature, posing no significant threat.

Of course, he couldn’t let these little swordswomen see him. If they discovered that the treasure was missing, they would inevitably come questioning, and it would be more advantageous to flatly deny involvement then.

“Easier than I imagined,” Zhu Minglang said as he reached the base of the pagoda and looked up at the Ancient Lantern Jade placed at the top.

Considering the need for this trick, Zhu Minglang had purchased many fake jades along the way, especially those that looked particularly lustrous but were actually useless…

Just for this moment, to switch out the treasure!

If the theft were discovered on the spot, they would definitely be detained.

But if they were already gone, even out of the sword sect’s territory, and the other party later realized the theft, even if they guessed it was their doing, with no proof, the Miao Mountain Sword Sect would have no other way to handle them.

After a careful comparison,

Zhu Minglang found one from his collection that closely matched the luster and size of the one at the top of the pagoda and then had Little White fly up to make the swap.

Behind him, the valley shook violently, causing even the Sword Pavilion to tremble slightly. The delicate cries of the swordswomen rang out; Nan Lingsha must have executed The Twelfth Sword!

“Now’s the time.”

Zhu Minglang kept watch as Little White made the switch.

Together, the man and dragon were skilled in this endeavor and flawlessly executed this jade theft.

Hiding the jade in the Universe Magic within Bai Qi’s tail meant that even if they were caught on the spot, the stolen item would not be found.

Zhu Minglang didn’t have time to admire the jewel and hurriedly made his escape, returning to his spot unnoticed while the Miao Mountain Sword Sect’s swordswomen were still enraptured by Nan Lingsha’s painting technique.