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Both of them had been waiting for two hours.

Since Golden Buddha was silent, they could only wait in front of the Stop Step Pool.

Qiu Yidao stood quietly by the pool's edge, his gaze fixed on the still water that was smooth as a mirror, neither angry nor annoyed.

However, impatience was written all over Sun Weiren's face as he repeatedly stamped his foot and sighed.

Another half an hour passed.

Sun Weiren could no longer hold back and said, "What's wrong with my foster father? Why..."

Suddenly, Qiu Yidao raised his hand, halting Sun Weiren's words.

"Young master, listen..."

Sun Weiren jumped in fright, seeing the grave and serious expression on Qiu Yidao's face.

He closed his mouth and listened intently.

In the air, there was nothing but the rustling of wind through tree leaves.

Sun Weiren was unimpressed: "There's nothing there, is there?"

The expression on Qiu Yidao's face grew even more solemn as he stared fixedly towards the mountain.

His slightly bowed waist also straightened suddenly, signifying his alertness.

Sun Weiren was increasingly baffled.

He just felt that the breeze which brushed past had a sharper, more piercing quality to it.

Not far away, amidst the rising cold wind, the maple leaves whirled and danced in the wind like a flurry.

All of this, as if painted by an artist who had splashed cinnabar dye, was as red as blood.

To Sun Weiren, an ordinary man, such a beautifully desolate scene was lost on him.

He curled his lip, finding it extremely dull.

Sun Weiren's eyes, always as sharp as a blade.

He stared intently at the fluttering maple leaves, and the small knife in his hand rang out with a clear sound.

This was because the Essence Qi of Qiu Yidao was infused into the blade, making it emit a dragon's chant.

"Master Qiu, what's the matter with you?"

No matter how foolish Sun Weiren was, he eventually noticed the full defensive posture of Qiu Yidao and asked out of curiosity.

"Someone is practicing sword in the Maple Forest, and their Sword Intent is very strong."

Qiu Yidao exhaled slowly and took two steps back.

Sweat covered his forehead.

"So strong, they have already reached the Sword Spirit Entering the Microscopic realm."

Sun Weiren did not understand what Qiu Yidao meant and asked, "What is Sword Spirit Entering the Microscopic?"

Qiu Yidao sighed, feeling helpless about Sun Weiren's ignorance.

He said indifferently, "For us martial artists, weapons are an extension of the martial artist's fists and feet."

"Whether you practice with a knife or a sword, there are four realms."

"The first realm is called Weapon Integration, in which you must be thoroughly familiar with your weapon's weight, size, material, and sharp blade."

"So that when you strike with your blade, the angle and extent of the attack must be precise and correct."

"The second realm, however, is called Entering the Microscopic. You must be so precise with your weapon's dimensions and attack angles that you reach an accuracy of fractions of a millimeter."

"This level of precision, even more accurate than any surgeon's scalpel, can be described as miraculous. To reach such a realm is truly extraordinary."

He sighed with immense admiration, "It is said that the Chinese Martial Arts Master, Ziwu Staff Master Wang Ziping, has reached the Subtlety Realm."

"With a swing of his staff, he can extinguish an incense tip a full ten feet away with unfailing accuracy."

Sun Weiren listened with his mouth agape, unable to resist asking another question: "What about the last two realms?"

Qiu Yidao smiled bitterly, "The subsequent realms are almost impossible, mostly the subject of legends."

"The third is called Spiritual Communication, the fourth is called Weaponless. Spiritual Communication is the Unity of Man and Sword, where the sword is me, and I am the sword."

"Weaponless is even more mystical, embodying the Unity of Heaven and Man, where everything in the world can become a weapon to kill the enemy."

As he spoke, a few maple leaves lightly drifted their way.

The leaves were not intact; their edges were jagged, obviously cut by a sharp weapon.

Sun Weiren reached out curiously to catch one of the gently drifting maple leaves.

Qiu Yidao shouted in alarm, "Don't touch it, it's dangerous."

Shoop!

The back of Sun Weiren's hand burst with blood.

The seemingly gentle maple leaf had sliced through his skin, leaving a deep gash from which blood spurted out like a fountain.

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At this moment, more maple leaves fluttered and fell in this direction.

Sun Weiren grimaced in pain, clutching the back of his hand.

He watched as countless maple leaves fell, unable to stop himself from screaming out loud, his eyes filled with sheer terror.

Qiu Yidao took a deep breath.

With a flash of cold light, he threw his Little Knife.

The Little Knife traced a lightning-like arc in the air, shredding the numerous maple leaves into pieces.

The blood-colored maple leaves scattered and fluttered to the ground.

Sun Weiren's hand throbbed with intense pain, and he was bewildered with alarm, "How could these maple leaves be so formidable?"

Qiu Yidao took another deep breath, the Little Knife in his fingers twinkling with a chilly gleam.

He said calmly, "These maple leaves, they have all been stirred by sword intent and sent flying."

"The leaves still retain a sharp sword intent that can kill people."

"Damn, that's powerful..."

Sun Weiren was startled and couldn't help but stagger back several steps, his face showing fear.

He muttered to himself, "Who could it be, practicing swordsmanship in Foster Father's Maple Forest?"

Suddenly, his face lit up with immense joy, "My god, could it be the Three Swords?"

Qiu Yidao's expression was solemn as he said softly, "Within the confines of Shan Province, only the Three Swords have such profound sword intent. He has finally come out of seclusion."

Three years ago, Sun Weiren had already heard of the Three Swords' reputation.

They were superior fighters under Golden Buddha.

However, Sun Weiren had never seen them.

And now, finally having the chance to witness the Three Swords' presence, he was thrilled to the core.

Qiu Yidao contemplated even further.

"If the Three Swords has chosen now to emerge, could it be related to the matters of the Yannan Underground World?"

Just as the thought surfaced in his mind, he shook his head and dismissed it.

Yang Fei was just a lackluster Mingjin Earth Grade individual.

Although his speed was unbelievably fast, he still lacked strength and was no more than a third-rate martial artist.

For a supreme expert like the Three Swords, to personally deal with Yang Fei would be an overkill, like using a cleaver to kill a chicken.

From Golden Buddha's style of doing things, he would definitely not do such a thing.

In the Maple Forest, a man of stocky build around thirty years old stood amongst the trees.

Amidst the endless fluttering leaves, his eyes were downcast, his expression extremely calm.

This man, known as Big Head with his short stature.

If he were walking down the street, he would seem utterly ordinary; people might even mock him.

However, at this moment, with a sword in hand, he exuded an indescribable dignity and authority.

In this instant, he seemed like a deity who ruled over all living beings.

With one sword, he could quell the world; with one sword, he could sever life and death.

The sword is the king of weapons, and those who wield it carry a noble and majestic air.

Only those martial artists who have taken swordsmanship to the extreme could emanate such vast righteous qi and a sense of prestige.

This man was the foremost expert under Golden Buddha.

The Three Swords!

The number "Three" was his name. This swordsman, without name or lineage.

In his eyes, there was nothing more important in the world than sword cultivation.

Even a name was merely a moniker.

Thus, he was known as Three.

In modern society, nobody could reach a realm of obsession with swordsmanship like the Three Swords.

After all, swordsmen are human too. They need to eat, wear clothes, and have the same flesh and desires.

But Three Swords was fortunate.

Everything he needed for living was provided by Golden Buddha.

And he only needed to do one thing.

That was to kill those Golden Buddha wanted removed.

He was the sharpest sword in Golden Buddha's hand.

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