Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

The group began to chatter noisily, discussing amongst themselves.

The Tai Yin Sword Master, whose original Daoist name at Shushan was Qing Heng, reportedly held a very low status.

Later, when he suddenly ascended to the position of Tai Yin Sword Master, he no longer tolerated any humiliation. With one sword strike, he split the Emei Golden Summit in half, leaving Shushan's top brass terrified, bowing and scraping before him...

Stories like this, where a nobody suddenly rises to glory and stomps on the elites, inevitably became popular among loose cultivators.

However, there were countless versions of how Qing Heng True Person suffered humiliation and exacted revenge, but when it came to his swordsmanship and Daoist magic, they all seemed clueless.

After lengthy debates without resolution, a dozen or so hot-headed individuals finally decided they wouldn't continue the blind guessing game and proactively proposed to test the Tai Yin Sword Master's strength below.

Their willingness to charge to their deaths was welcomed by those like Yuanzhen Immortal, who knew better. Others, like Chuma Immortal, thought trial was better than guesswork but hoped the Tai Yin Sword Master wouldn't be so weak as to get overwhelmed by this group of brutish cultivators right from the start.

Thus, these dozen cultivators charged out of the clouds, aiming for the lower battlefield.

An Zhisu swiftly engaged them in combat, controlling her sword and plunging into their formation.

With merely one clash, the cultivators above the clouds immediately realized something was amiss: The Tai Yin Sword Master's companion was far too formidable, her Man-Sword Unity almost rendered her movements impossible to track, let alone counteract.

Their instinctive solution was to use large-scale magical treasures or Daoist spells to restrict and compress her range of motion.

But the trouble was, it wasn't just one opponent—it was over a dozen individuals.

If large-scale attacks were employed, whether they'd hit An Zhisu or not remained uncertain, but internal friendly fire was practically guaranteed.

Such unintended damage would undoubtedly erode the already fragile trust among the group—after all, who could say whether your attack on me was really an accident or intentionally aiming to force me out, thus monopolizing the credit for killing the Tai Yin Sword Master?

While the cultivators above the clouds were stuck in their conjectures, those below were directly facing An Zhisu's relentless assault, leaving them little time to think.

Many instinctively resorted to using large-scale spells or magical treasures, indiscriminately lashing out in their surroundings to avoid An Zhisu's close-range attacks.

This chaos naturally implicated their teammates. Soon, curses could be heard everywhere:

"Are you blind?! How are you aiming?"

"Control the range of your spells, dammit!"

"You're purposely trying to strike me, aren't you?!"

The reckless individuals who had charged down first were obviously more hot-tempered than most. Some already had unresolved grievances, so trust wasn't abundant to begin with. By now, no one cared about accidental misfires—many switched targets and attacked both An Zhisu and their rivals alike!

The situation quickly spiraled into further chaos. Attempts to restore order faltered as An Zhisu prioritized eliminating those people, shattering any hope of stabilizing the group. In no time, she had divided and crushed them utterly, killing them all.

Releasing a cry of exhilaration, An Zhisu reveled in the moment. In the Shushan Sect, even when sparring, rules prevented cultivators from going all out. Outside the sect, if you killed three or four opponents, the survivors typically fled once they realized they couldn't match you—few chose to fight to the bitter end.

But in this secret realm, where defeated opponents weren't permanently killed, battles could truly be satisfying!

She cast a longing gaze upward, hoping for more cultivators to descend and "offer" themselves.

The cultivators above the clouds, though unable to clearly see her, scanned with their divine sense and detected that An Zhisu hadn't left. Their anger erupted instantly.

Do you take us for clay figurines?!

Without another word, they harnessed the cover of the dense clouds and unleashed a torrent of attacks, raining destruction down below.

Facing the combined efforts of nearly a hundred cultivators, even An Zhisu dared not stand her ground. She retreated into the depths alongside Ling Yunpo.

With the two retreating, the remaining cultivators cheered, invigorated by the notion that even the Tai Yin Sword Master couldn't battle against hundreds single-handedly.

What was the point of analyzing information now? Pursue them!

The cultivators surged out from the clouds, quickly passing through the pouring rain and diving into the deep sea.

After searching for a moment in the depths, however, they failed to locate the two. It turned out an undercurrent had already swept both of them to the ocean floor. Senior Sister An was incinerated instantly due to high temperatures, while Ling Yunpo managed to evade thanks to his exceptional reflexes.

Using teleportation to escape the star's thermal zone, Ling Yunpo initially felt a lingering dread, then simmered in anger.

Qiu Changtian and Xu Yinglian wandered the seabed for half the day without encountering such dangerous currents, yet when we just entered the deep sea, stars start plunging toward us?!

And not just any normal star—a nearly extinguished one, so dim it's barely visible! It has to be intentional!

With this realization, Ling Yunpo decided to retaliate.

His stubborn nature dictated: hold grudges and pay them back in full!

If that old geezer plotting against the Tai Yin Sword Master wants to kill me with these masses, I'm going to kill them all and ruin his plans instead!

Using the cover of seawater, Ling Yunpo swiftly ascended and relied on his scanning ability. Despite the pitch-black depths where visibility was almost zero, he precisely locked onto the nearest cultivators.

The Tai Yin Suming Sword shot out silently, eliminating them all before they could even send a signal.

Although no alarms were triggered, the pitch-black sea forced everyone to rely on their divine sense. This disappearance immediately caught their attention.

In that direction—there's an enemy!

No commands were necessary. Everyone instinctively launched attacks toward that location.

However, water resistance posed far greater challenges than air. Most non-water system spells and magical treasures slowed significantly, allowing Ling Yunpo to calmly change positions. Using his superior scanning range, he always stayed just outside their divine sense reach.

Again, the Tai Yin Suming Sword struck quietly, claiming another four lives.

By now, the group realized something was wrong: If the Tai Yin Sword Master's first strike had been sheer luck, a second strike such as this was far from coincidental—he was accurately pinpointing their positions even beyond the reach of their divine senses!

Deciding collectively, everyone abandoned resistance and focused their spells on floating upward.

Ling Yunpo pursued from below, claiming over thirty more lives before the surviving cultivators finally escaped to the surface.

Once out of the water, they quickly redirected their sword light, ready to confront the cunning Tai Yin Sword Master.

Yet Ling Yunpo didn't emerge from the water. Instead, he remained hidden in the divine sense-obscuring depths, silently observing the crowd above.

This predicament gnawed at the cultivators: Dive down, and they'd be blind targets for slaughter; stay above, and their enemy wouldn't follow, rendering their vigilance pointless.

Frustrated, they grouped together tightly, guarding against attacks from beneath the water.

Soon, the distant clouds descended once more, and a hundred more sword lights zoomed toward them—clearly targeting the Tai Yin Sword Master's position.

Caught off guard, the cultivators reacted too late as an overwhelming barrage of attacks rained down, claiming dozens of lives in an instant.