Lin Biruo's reaction was normal. Her cultivation was not high enough, her Primordial Spirit was not strong enough, and her Spiritual Power was not strong enough. Most importantly, her attainments in swordsmanship were not profound enough. Therefore, if she watched too much, she would be dazzled and her Spiritual Power would be affected, making it very unstable.
If a person with enough attainments in swordsmanship and a Primordial Spirit watched it, he would gain something.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Mu and the mysterious man had been fighting for a quarter of an hour. Every move was dangerous.
Countless changes were performed under the sword. The more they fought, the more Chu Mu could feel the mystery in the mysterious man's swordsmanship.
However, this mystery made Chu Mu feel like rootless duckweed, which was hard to grasp.
After fighting for a quarter of an hour, Chu Mu could not grasp the surface of the mysterious man's swordsmanship.
The more it was so, the more awe-inspiring and excited he was.
Chu Mu could not be more satisfied to fight with an expert, especially with such swordsmanship.
He abandoned all distracting thoughts and wholeheartedly devoted himself to the battle with the mysterious man.
In the blink of an eye, another quarter of an hour passed.
Chu Mu had to use his two swords to be on par with the mysterious man.
The battle within three meters was completely filled with Sword Light. It was so dense that it seemed to form a ball of Sword Light. Even if the Waning Moon Sword Sage were here, he would not be able to see anything.
The thrilling and mysterious battle continued for another half an hour. Chu Mu was completely engrossed in the battle. The potential he had accumulated over the past few years of cultivation was constantly transformed into strength by him during the battle.
His swordsmanship became more and more exquisite.
Suddenly, the two swords missed. Chu Mu suddenly came to his senses. It turned out that the mysterious man had retreated from his two swords.
This calmness showed that the mysterious man's strength was definitely above his.
Waving his two swords, Chu Mu looked straight ahead and said, "Your Excellency, are you alone?"
"Chu Mu, your attainments in swordsmanship are indeed amazing. My help back then was not in vain." The mysterious man's figure seemed to be in the gap between time and space. Chu Mu could see him, but he could not see his face clearly. He could only see a figure.
"Help me once?" Chu Mu was startled, and his mind raced.
The other party had said that he would help him once, which meant that it would be after he entered the land of exile.
Thinking back, Chu Mu suddenly understood where he might have received help from others. It seemed that other than the time when he was chased by Zheng Tiejun and the Melting Snow Sword Saint of the Iron Wing Camp, there was no other help.
Back then, Zheng Tiejun and the Melted Snow Sword Saint were many times stronger than him. They were strong enough to kill him, but they strangely retreated. It turned out that it was this person's doing.
"Thank you, Senior." Chu Mu bowed.
"No need to be so courteous." The person laughed. His figure seemed to have appeared from the space-time crack and gradually became clearer. It was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe. He looked like a scholar, but he also had the elegance and elegance that scholars didn't have. He had a carefree temperament.
This unique temperament was extremely conspicuous. If Chu Mu had seen him before, he would definitely have recognized him. Therefore, he was certain that he had never seen this person before.
Combining the other party's temperament and his sword technique, Chu Mu's heart trembled. A respectful title flashed through his mind.
"Senior, are you King Xuanmiao?" Chu Mu's tone was somewhat serious.
King Xuanmiao was one of the seven kings of the land of exile. He was an absolute existence that stood at the peak of the land of exile.
It was certain that the seven kings were absolute experts. As for what level they belonged to among the absolute experts, Chu Mu did not know.
After all, the absolute experts were a domain that Chu Mu was still unable to reach. It was a powerful domain. He had no idea how the absolute experts were divided into strong and weak.
However, even the weakest absolute expert was far stronger than the current him by god knows how many times.
The two of them were not on the same level at all.
"What do you mean?" The other party was a little surprised, but he did not deny it.
"A feeling." Chu Mu smiled. Even in the face of an absolute expert, Chu Mu would not lose his composure. However, this person had once helped him and saved him the chance to use Bai Ling. Chu Mu was still grateful to him.
"A good feeling." The other party smiled. This was equivalent to admitting his identity. Shortly after, he looked deeply at Chu Mu and spoke again, "Chu Mu, in the land of exile, there are seven kings and six stars. No, there are seven stars now. In the future, the original six stars will inherit the title of king. However, King Xuanmiao has never accepted a disciple. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that he doesn't have a suitable candidate."
"Senior, thank you for your kind intentions. However, I will not stay in the land of exile," Chu Mu said.
Although King Xuanmiao's words were only half spoken, Chu Mu could already understand the meaning behind his words. He wanted to accept him as a disciple and give him the title of King Xuanmiao in the end.
However, Chu Mu's ambition was not in the land of exile. This was the first reason. In the end, King Xuanmiao was only an absolute expert. No matter how strong he was, he was only an absolute expert. That was all.
It wasn't that Chu Mu looked down on peerless experts, it was just that peerless experts were realms above the Eternal Ancient Realm. Although they were stronger than Chu Mu, Chu Mu was confident that he could reach that realm in the near future. Peerless experts weren't qualified for him to look up to.
This was a kind of arrogance that came from the bottom of his heart, from his bones. It was a kind of arrogance that had been accumulated since he stepped on the path of a sword master.
Talent, strength, and everything else made Chu Mu far surpass his peers.
In terms of battle techniques, he was comparable to absolute experts. In terms of cultivation techniques, the Divine Wilderness Sword Art was extremely profound. In terms of inheritance, he had the inheritance of the True God Sword Sect's Myriad Sword Forest and the inheritance of the Sword Universe.
If he accepted an absolute expert as his master, other than giving him more cultivation resources, would he be able to give Chu Mu a better inheritance?
Obviously, it would be very difficult.
Moreover, accepting a master was not a small matter. Once one accepted a master, their fates would be intertwined.
Therefore, experts would be more cautious when accepting a disciple. They would not easily accept a disciple. Once they accepted a disciple, their fates would be intertwined.
King Xuanmiao had not accepted a disciple not because he did not want to, but because there was no suitable one. The requirements of his lineage were rather special. Now, Chu Mu met his requirements, which was why he wanted to accept Chu Mu as his disciple.
Unfortunately, Chu Mu did not wait for King Xuanmiao to finish speaking before expressing his attitude. This was to prevent King Xuanmiao from losing face if he refused.
Chu Mu was not willing to offend an absolute expert for no reason.
Hearing Chu Mu's words, King Xuanmiao did not say anything else.
He was an absolute expert, one of the Seven Kings. He had his own dignity and pride.
After giving Chu Mu a deep look, King Xuanmiao's feet did not move, but his figure shifted back and became blurry. It was as if he had entered the void, into the crack between time and space, gradually disappearing. Chu Mu stared at this method, but he could not see any mysteries behind it.
The Seven Kings all had complete inheritances, and they were all extraordinary inheritances. These inheritances all had their own mysteries. This was the first time Chu Mu had seen King Xuanmiao, so he did not understand much. Naturally, he did not understand the mysteries behind it.
In fact, King Xuanmiao's mysterious dao involved the changes of time and space, but it was not directly related to time and space. It was a very mysterious cultivation dao.
King Xuanmiao's appearance and departure left Lin Biruo dumbfounded. Her mind was frozen, and she could not think at all.
King Xuanmiao!
She actually saw King Xuanmiao, one of the Seven Kings. He was also the most low-key and mysterious of the Seven Kings.
King Xuanmiao's words seemed to mean that he still wanted to take her young master as a disciple, but her young master actually refused. Why did he refuse?
Lin Biruo only felt her mind in chaos. It was as if she could not think of anything, but also as if all kinds of thoughts were constantly emerging.
After a long time, Lin Biruo gradually came back to her senses.
"Young Master." She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she did not know what to say.
"Don't think too much. Cultivate the Eight Ripple Arts." Chu Mu instructed, then turned and left. He planned to meditate for a while.
Cultivation could generally be divided into two types: active and passive. After meditating for a while, he would reflect on his sword duel with King Xuanmiao. Chu Mu felt that if he could comprehend even a little bit of that mysterious feeling, his sword skills would definitely improve significantly.
King Xuanmiao appeared in the manor, had a sword duel with Chu Mu, and wanted to take him in as a disciple, but was rejected by Chu Mu. Aside from Chu Mu, Lin Biruo, and King Xuanmiao himself, no one else knew about this.
King Xuanmiao would not speak of this matter. Chu Mu would not speak of it, and Lin Biruo would not speak of it either. Otherwise, once the news came out, it would definitely cause a huge commotion.
Time passed. Aside from comprehending and cultivating, Chu Mu would also take some time to teach Lin Biruo sword skills and the Eight Ripple Arts. As for the Waning Moon Sword Saint and the Monolithic Sword Saint, Chu Mu would only give them some pointers once in a while.
A year later, Lin Biruo had reached the entry level of the Eight Ripple Arts and was able to display a trace of the sword skills' power.
There were still a little more than three years before the opening of the Black God Secret Realm. It was not a long time, so he could only do his best to increase his strength.
Chu Mu's cultivation had also reached the peak of the Sixth Celestial Layer, but he was still unable to comprehend the mysterious essence of King Xuanmiao's sword skills. However, he did not make it his main cultivation. After all, it was King Xuanmiao's inheritance, and he did not receive it. It would be very difficult for him to comprehend it through a single duel.
As such, Chu Mu still focused on the Sword Universe and his own sword skills.
"There are still three years left. I have to do my best to reach the Seventh Celestial Layer," Chu Mu thought to himself.
The Seventh Celestial Layer was a high-level Saint Realm expert. It was different from the Sixth Celestial Layer. Once he reached the Seventh Celestial Layer, Chu Mu estimated that his strength would increase significantly. At that time, it would not be impossible for him to rival or even kill an ordinary Nine Star Saint Realm expert.
A year later, Chu Mu continued to accumulate sword energy. However, according to his calculations, it would be difficult for him to reach the Seventh Celestial Layer when the Black God Secret Realm opened. Therefore, he went to the Battle Hall again and entered the Silver Cultivation Room to try to reach the Seventh Celestial Layer.
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