Troublemaker’s Guide to Immortality

Waves surged violently. Even through the formation barrier, the overwhelming force could still be felt.

Everyone's expression shifted instantly.

Azure Lotus Sword Art.

Was that truly the Azure Lotus Sword Art?

No one in the Tianxing Sect had successfully cultivated it for centuries. For a moment, no one dared to be certain.

Countless eyes turned toward Elder Jian.

If anyone could confirm whether that truly was the Azure Lotus Sword Art, it would be him.

Elder Jian stared upward, his eyes unblinking as they traced the raging waves.

His lips parted slightly in disbelief.

This… This wasn't just the Azure Lotus Sword Art—

It was the Azure Lotus Sword Art imbued with sword intent!

Though he had never practiced it himself, he had witnessed prodigies from Kunlun Sword Sect wield it in the past. The sword intent within the Azure Lotus Sword Art was none other than the Tide Sword Intent—a mid-tier sword intent.

The first and second layers of the Tide were manageable, but from the fourth layer onward, each successive wave compounded in power. By the time the final surge erupted, its force would far surpass the cultivator's own limits!

And if one mastered the ninth layer?

Even the simplest strand of spiritual energy, amplified ninefold, could unleash cataclysmic devastation.

Mastering the Azure Lotus Sword Art was one hurdle; comprehending its sword intent was another—and far more difficult.

Yet Yun Jin…

She had achieved both simultaneously?!

What kind of monstrous talent was this?!

Elder Jian's gaze burned with fervor.

This time, he had truly found an unparalleled genius for the sect.

His eyes flicked sharply toward Zhao Wuji, brimming with accusation.

He knew Zhao Wuji was counting on Ruan Jun to kill Yun Jin in their three-month deathmatch.

Before, Elder Jian had thought: If Yun Jin insisted on this duel, she'd have to face the consequences.

Now?

Even if Yun Jin was ruthless, unreasonable, or downright delusional—Zhao Wuji, how old are you? How could you possibly agree to this?!

If this world lost a sword prodigy because of Zhao Wuji's scheming, Elder Jian would drag him down to hell personally.

Zhao Wuji, meanwhile, was equally unsettled.

This was the Azure Lotus Sword Art! Even among earth-grade techniques, its difficulty was legendary. And now, a mere Foundation Establishment disciple had mastered it so casually?

What kind of monster was Yun Jin?!

His glare shifted to Lin Ya, whose mouth hung open in apparent shock.

Zhao Wuji's rage flared.

There's no way Lin Ya didn't know!

He's pretending! Still pretending!

Utterly shameless!

In the crowd, Si Wanning smirked at the stunned reactions around her. She'd already known about Yun Jin's breakthrough, but it was gratifying to see everyone else share her disbelief.

At least this proved her own shock had been perfectly normal.

Just as the crowd reeled from the revelation, a dazed voice piped up:

"Wait… Is Yun Jin's rain cloud… expanding?"

???

It could do that?!

Heads snapped upward.

Jaws, already slack, dropped further.

As the tidal wave merged with the rain cloud, the cloud visibly ballooned in size.

Originally smaller than Ye Cheng's, Yun Jin's cloud soon surpassed his—and kept growing.

By the end, it was ten times its original size!

"Acceptable," Yun Jin finally conceded.

With a flick of her finger, the rain cloud drifted into position and began dutifully sprinkling water.

The crowd: "..."

"Ah, the Minor Cloud-Rain Technique is water-attribute, and Yun Jin's sword art is also water-attribute. The two techniques naturally synergized. Totally logical."

Many nodded along.

Internally, they screamed:

Logical?!

Since when could water-attribute spells amplify planting techniques?!

Have we been cultivating wrong all this time?!

Or is this just the difference between geniuses and mediocrity?

Yue Zhao watched them with mild superiority.

"Tsk. This generation's mental fortitude is lacking.

If they're already breaking down now, just wait until they see Yun Jin reverse the effect—using the rain cloud to empower her water spells, or even conjure lightning for the notoriously difficult thunder techniques. Half the sect might lose their minds."

While the Minor Cloud-Rain Technique worked diligently, Yun Jin guided the rain cloud to cover every inch of soil with methodical precision.

By the time Ye Cheng finished his first round of watering, Yun Jin was already on her third.

An eerie silence settled over the arena.

Finally, one of Ye Cheng's juniors spoke up:

"That rain cloud was forcibly enlarged. The range might be bigger, but the spiritual rain's quality can't possibly match Senior Brother Ye's!"

"Right! This round is about whose seeds sprout first! If the rain's potency is lacking, the seeds won't—"

Before he could finish, a timid voice interrupted:

"Yun Jin's seeds… are sprouting…"

All eyes turned.

Ye Cheng had just completed his first round of irrigation.

Yun Jin was starting her fourth.

And as she did—tiny sprouts began peeking through the soil, tender but unmistakable.

Silence descended again.

They're sprouting.

Already.

One by one, the sprouts emerged eagerly.

By the end—

All one hundred seeds had germinated.

Not a single one failed.

A 100% success rate.

What kind of absurdity was this?!

The crowd's hollow stares shifted to Ma Hongyu.

A single question haunted them:

Could even Ma Hongyu accomplish this?

As Tianxing Sect's foremost planting master, Ma Hongyu understood better than anyone how unthinkable Yun Jin's feat was.

Forget him—

Could even the elite planting masters of Xuandan Gate, the pinnacle of agricultural sects, achieve this?

If they could, such a prodigy would be treasured like a divine relic.

Yet Yun Jin…

She was just a rookie disciple who'd joined a mid-tier sect half a month ago!

Ma Hongyu's mind echoed with one thought:

What cosmic injustice had blessed Tianxing Sect with her?!

With victory already secured, Yun Jin idly continued watering, letting the sprouts grow taller at a leisurely pace.

The spectator stands remained deathly quiet.

The peak masters exchanged glances.

With two rounds won, Yun Jin's gamble was on the verge of success.

Was she really about to pull this off?