The main peak where Canghai Sect resided was surrounded by eight towering peaks, all of which were connected. Canghai Sect disciples could explore these peaks to find hidden cultivation spots and peaceful sanctuaries to meditate. Given the vastness of the eight peaks, finding a quiet place to train was rather easy.

At that moment, on a steep cliff, there was a wide platform suspended in mid-air. Below the cliff was a vast sea of clouds, a sight that was both breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

However, Li Xiaoyao had no time to admire the scenery. Covered in sweat, he repeatedly practiced one move: drawing his sword.

"Boom!" Another explosive sound echoed as chunks of rock shattered from the cliff, and a thin, long crack was carved into the cliff face—a sword mark.

Li Xiaoyao had been training here for seven days. The cliff was scarred with countless sword marks, crisscrossing haphazardly without any discernible pattern.

The sword-drawing technique focused only on two elements: extreme speed and immense power. The goal was to unleash unparalleled power at the moment of drawing the sword. As for the angle or trajectory of the strike, they were irrelevant. The technique required only one swift draw. If it followed a set pattern, it would be too predictable. The sword-drawing technique was a style of swordsmanship without a specific form.

Li Xiaoyao paid no attention to the sweat covering his body and continued to practice drawing his sword. Gaining strength wasn't something that could be achieved overnight. Only through persistence and unwavering willpower could one become a martial arts master. Li Xiaoyao, having been reincarnated into this world, kept this in mind, never daring to forget. While this world was filled with heroic valor, it was equally filled with danger. If he didn't become stronger, he could easily be killed, just like Lin Heng had been.

After a long time, the dark shadow behind Li Xiaoyao gradually faded, and his mind grew slightly blurry. Only then did he stop drawing his sword and retract his martial soul.

The martial soul was the soul of a warrior, and using it for an extended period took a heavy toll on one's mental strength.

Inserting his soft sword into the jeweled sheath made from the hide of a beast, which hung at his waist, Li Xiaoyao began practicing his movement technique, flickering like a shadow, as swift as a flash of light.

As the sun gradually transformed into a setting sun, Li Xiaoyao leaned against the cliff, gazing at the rolling sea of clouds before him, a bright smile on his face.

"With the Remnant Sun Blood-Soaked Sword in hand and the Cold Moon Frostblade in my heart, I stand atop the world, gazing down upon all mountains!" After resting for a moment, Li Xiaoyao stood up and began walking toward the mountains.

It didn't take long before Li Xiaoyao came across several cultivation caves, but each of them was already occupied. Just as he was about to leave, he arrived at a mountain stream. His gaze narrowed slightly as he looked ahead.

"What is that? A sky cleft?" Ahead was a towering peak, but it appeared as if the peak had been cleaved in two by a sword, leaving a narrow path between the cliffs wide enough for only two people to walk side by side. From a distance, it looked like a sliver of sky had been cut open.

"I wonder what's inside," Li Xiaoyao thought as he made his way toward the sky cleft. The stream seemed to flow out from beneath it.

In the distance, two outer sect disciples noticed Li Xiaoyao heading toward the sky cleft and snickered. "That loser's about to be out of luck. Everyone knows that's Senior Sister Zhao Xinyi's training ground. He's asking for trouble by going in there."

"Zhao Xinyi is way stronger than us. You should show some respect and call her Senior Sister."

As the two whispered to each other, Li Xiaoyao had already walked a few hundred meters into the sky cleft. Suddenly, the view before him opened up. Inside was a vast, hidden paradise, much more spacious than it appeared from the outside. On the left side was a massive lake, with wisps of steam rising from its surface—an enormous natural hot spring.

"What a great place! Just perfect for a bath," Li Xiaoyao said, feeling the discomfort of his sweat-soaked clothes. He removed his shirt and jumped straight into the hot spring.

"Ah, this feels amazing!" he said with delight. But just then, the sound of water splashing came from the other side of the lake. A moment later, silky black hair emerged from the water, followed by a beautiful face. It was a young girl of about fifteen or sixteen, with willow-leaf eyebrows and a delicate, heart-shaped face. She was stunningly beautiful, with flawless skin, a natural beauty that didn't need any makeup due to the effects of her cultivation.

However, the girl's eyes were anything but kind. They were filled with fury, practically burning with anger. Zhao Xinyi had been submerged in the water, practicing her internal breath control, when she was suddenly disturbed by the sight of a male disciple barging in shirtless.

"Sorry, I didn't know anyone was here," Li Xiaoyao said with an apologetic smile as he got up to leave. He recognized her—Zhao Xinyi, the number one beauty of the outer sect.

However, Zhao Xinyi's expression didn't soften. "You didn't know?" she sneered. "Everyone in this area knows that the sky cleft is my training ground. You're lying, you perverted thief!"

Li Xiaoyao genuinely hadn't known. The old Li Xiaoyao had been weak and cowardly, never venturing out to the mountains to train. Though Zhao Xinyi was incredibly beautiful, Li Xiaoyao only felt a momentary ripple of attraction and had no further thoughts. He quickly dressed and tried to leave.

"You think you can just walk away?" As Li Xiaoyao was about to exit the sky cleft, a cold voice called out behind him. He turned to see Zhao Xinyi, bow in hand, with an arrow aimed directly at him.

"What are you planning to do?" Li Xiaoyao frowned. He hadn't done anything improper, and he had already apologized for the misunderstanding.

Zhao Xinyi didn't answer. She drew her bow, and a piercing sound echoed through the air as a golden arrow shot straight toward Li Xiaoyao.

"She's strong!" Li Xiaoyao thought, his eyes trembling slightly. Without hesitation, he unleashed his Nine Waves technique. Arrows shot by archers with martial souls were incredibly powerful, and this arrow tore through the air with a sharp hum.

The arrow reached him in an instant. The surging waves of his Nine Waves technique collided with the arrow, and after a brief struggle, the arrow was deflected, falling to the ground.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Li Xiaoyao asked angrily. That arrow carried a force of at least 7,000 pounds. If it had been the old Li Xiaoyao, he would have been dead already.

"So what if I am?" Zhao Xinyi coldly replied as another arrow was nocked. Behind her appeared a phantom arrow, glowing golden—a manifestation of her martial soul.

Li Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat. He felt a chill spread through his body as the phantom arrow locked onto his aura. Martial souls had the unique ability to track and target a person's breath.

"Buzz..." The bowstring twanged, and the arrow was released in a flash.

"Phantom Light! Nine Waves!" Li Xiaoyao retreated ten meters as a torrent of waves surged forward. However, this time, the arrow only slowed down slightly. The constant buzzing sound was nerve-wracking as the arrow continued its deadly path toward Li Xiaoyao's head.

Zhao Xinyi was one of the most exceptional disciples among the outer sect, a ninth-stage Qi Martial warrior. When she used her bow martial soul, the force of her arrows exceeded 9,000 pounds. Despite Li Xiaoyao's Nine Waves technique, he couldn't stop the arrow.

His body was knocked backward, but the arrow, controlled by her martial soul, seemed to have a life of its own and turned back to pursue him.

"Shatter!" Li Xiaoyao roared as a dazzling flash of white light split the air, vanishing just as quickly as it appeared.

"Today's events, I'll remember them," Li Xiaoyao's voice echoed from afar. Zhao Xinyi was momentarily stunned. The arrow she had fired was cleaved in two, and Li Xiaoyao's figure had already vanished from the sky cleft. His speed was astonishing.

"Was that sword light?" Zhao Xinyi murmured to herself as she dashed out of the sky cleft.

Not far from the cleft, the two disciples who had been waiting to watch the show were stunned. Li Xiaoyao had escaped? Zhao Xinyi hadn't managed to stop him?

"Maybe she didn't want to bother with him," one of them suggested. However, at that moment, they saw Zhao Xinyi step out of the sky cleft, her clothes clinging to her body, emphasizing her seductive figure. The two of them swallowed nervously but remained silent, only daring to peek their heads out to steal a glance at this rare sight.

It was important to know that Zhao Xinyi was not only powerful on her own, but she also had quite a few suitors in the Canghai Sect, and there were even very powerful inner disciples or even core disciples among these suitors, which was not something they could afford to mess with, and if they were to be known that they had seen Zhao Xinyi's sexy body, they would definitely die a very ugly death.