Time passed quickly.

The weather gradually became colder. Especially on the Ancestral Master Peak, the cold wind was as sharp as a saber, chilling to the bone.

"Whoosh."

Zhao Kongming's figure appeared on the Ancestral Master Peak. He didn't speak immediately but gazed into the distance at the figure beneath the stone stele.

Lin Fei sat quietly beneath the stele, eyes closed. He sat there, letting the cold wind hit his face, like an old monk in meditation.

However, as Zhao Kongming was about to approach,

"Hmm?"

a fierce saber edge burst out from Lin Fei's body.

At the same time, the stele also emitted a similarly fierce aura. It was Martial Dao True Intent, or rather, saber intent.

One saber intent was extremely domineering. The other saber intent was incredibly sharp. The two intents clashed with each other. However, the slightly domineering True Intent seemed to be losing strength. That was the saber intent left by the Nine Profound Sect's Ancestral Master in the stone stele.

After such a long time of consumption, it gradually diminished. Naturally, it was losing strength. Meanwhile, the incredibly sharp saber intent seemed to have endless power. That was Lin Fei's saber intent.

"Lin Fei."

At this moment, Zhao Kongming finally spoke.

"Swish."

Lin Fei opened his eyes. The saber intent around him immediately retracted. The entire Ancestral Master Peak was restored to its previous tranquility.

"Lin Fei, you've been cultivating beneath the stele every day for so long. It's too dull and monotonous. Sometimes, haste makes waste. Too much effort and desire for improvement would lead to inferior results."

Zhao Kongming couldn't help but advise. He was satisfied with Lin Fei in every aspect. But sometimes, Lin Fei was too diligent and worked too hard. He had stayed on the Ancestral Master Peak for ten days or half a month, regardless of cloudy days or rain. He spent almost every day beneath the stele. This was akin to being an ascetic cultivator. Zhao Kongming admitted that he couldn't be as diligent as Lin Fei.

"Master, I understand."

Lin Fei smiled faintly. Zhao Kongming felt somewhat helpless. Every time he reminded Lin Fei, Lin Fei would respond with the same words. Then, he would continue cultivating hard in his own way.

In fact, Lin Fei also wanted to balance relaxation and diligence. The feeling of spending every day under the stele was not pleasant. However, his saber intent had a standard "ascetic" personality, only by cultivating hard beneath the stele every day could his saber intent improve slightly.

Otherwise, there would be no improvement at all. This was different from his fist intent. No matter how Lin Fei tried to hone his fist intent under the stele, there was little improvement.

Different martial arts personalities required different treatments.

During this period, Lin Fei mainly focused on cultivating the True Intention Scroll and his saber intent. Therefore, naturally, he had to "cultivate hard" according to the saber intent's way.

"By the way, Master, what do you want to tell me by coming to the Ancestral Master Peak?" Lin Fei asked. He knew that Zhao Kongming was not so idle. He must have something important if he came to find him specifically.

Zhao Kongming nodded and said, "Indeed, there is something. The once-in-a-decade Martial Alliance Exchange Conference is about to begin. Our Nine Profound Sect has already received the invitation. In the past, every Martial Alliance Exchange Conference was led by a Grand Elder from our Nine Profound Sect with some outstanding inner disciples participating in the Martial Alliance Exchange Conference.

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This time, I was supposed to lead the team. But seeing you cultivate hard on the Ancestral Master Peak every day, I think you should go out and take a break. Therefore, I'll give you this opportunity to let you, the newly promoted Grand Elder, lead some disciples from the sect to gain some worldly experience. On the path of martial arts, the exchange and discussions between martial artists are also very important."

Lin Fei pondered for a while, then nodded and said, "Master is right, it's good to go out and take a break. When do we set off?"

"In three days."

"Is this Martial Alliance Exchange Conference just a simple exchange between disciples of various sects?" Lin Fei asked again. He wanted to ask clearly. So he could be prepared.

"Actually, the main purpose of the Martial Alliance Exchange Conference is for the various sects to meet. The Martial Alliance was initially established to counter the Immortal and Daoist sects.

However, as you know, the various sects are constantly scheming against each other and have many concerns. How could they possibly be united? So, over time, the Martial Alliance has become a loose organization.

But even if it's loose, on the surface, the Martial Alliance is still the strongest martial force in Great Chang. Exchanges and discussions among fellow martial artists can promote one's martial arts.

Moreover, it allows sharing of recent situations and even the movements of the Immortal and Daoist sects. After all, the world has not been peaceful recently. Those Immortal and Daoist sects have begun to stir again.

Lin Fei, when you go, just feel the attitudes of the various sects and train the disciples along the way. As for the rest, the sect master and other Grand Elders will discuss."

Lin Fei understood. This Martial Alliance Exchange Conference, in fact, was not a very important event. It was barely considered a martial arts gathering in the world of martial arts,

"One last question, Master, are there any Martial Saints in the Martial Alliance?" Lin Fei asked solemnly.

"Martial Saints..."

Zhao Kongming's expression became serious, and his eyes gradually sharpened. Then, He spoke slowly, word by word, "In the past three hundred years, no Martial Saint has been born! As for whether there are hidden Martial Saint ancestors in the various martial sects, it is unclear.

Once one becomes a Martial Saint and establishes the foundation of martial arts, one can live for more than three hundred years. Some Foundation Establishment martial artists can even live up to five hundred years!

The last publicly known Martial Saint was the Sword Saint Bai of the Hidden Sword Sect. He passed away three hundred years ago when his time came.

Since then, there has been no Martial Saint in Great Chang! Even, over the past three hundred years, the various martial sects have begun to believe. Perhaps, the path of the Martial Saint has been severed..."

Lin Fei fell silent. In the past three hundred years, no Martial Saint had been born in the entire Great Chang's martial sects. This was almost like a fault. This was not the same as those Immortal and Daoist sects.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Immortal and Daoist sects have never been severed. Every ten years, or several decades, a Foundation Establishment cultivator would be born. Over the course of nine hundred years in Great Chang, the accumulated number of Foundation Establishment cultivators was quite considerable.

This was also the reason why martial sects were always suppressed by the Immortal and Daoist sects. It was too difficult for martial arts to produce a Martial Saint, almost as hard as ascending to heaven.

But the Immortal and Daoist sects could steadily give birth to Foundation Establishment cultivators with such gains and losses, it was clear who was stronger and who was weaker.

"The path of Martial Saints will not be severed!"

Suddenly, Lin Fei raised his head, his eyes determined.

"Hahaha, my disciple, I was initially somewhat shaken. In three hundred years, no Martial Saint has been born. Is it true that the path of Martial Saints has been severed? But since you appeared, I firmly believe. The path of Martial Saints must not be severed. Where there are martial arts, there are Martial Saints. No one can sever this path!"

Zhao Kongming spoke passionately. He even couldn't help but draw the long sword from behind him.

"Whoosh."

A sword light flew out in an instant. It slashed at the empty ground of the Ancestral Master Peak.

"Hum."

A vast sword intent suddenly burst out from the stone tablet. It instantly enveloped Zhao Kongming's body, Gradually, an incredibly sharp aura began to rise. Even the long sword in Zhao Kongming's hand was emitting bursts of soft humming sounds.

"Boom."

Finally, above Zhao Kongming's head, a long sword seemed to be faintly forming! Seeing this scene, Lin Fei immediately understood what was happening.

"Congratulations, Master, on comprehending sword intent!"

At this moment, Zhao Kongming actually comprehended the sword intent!

"Hahaha, I have practiced the sword for eighty years, and now I have finally comprehended the sword intent! My heart's wish is fulfilled! The path of martial arts is long, but even if I die tonight, I will have no regrets!"

Zhao Kongming laughed loudly, his sword intent on soaring into the sky.