Having figured out the basic situation of Sword God Manor, Zhang nglong knew what he should do next. Although he wasn’t very interested in Sword God Manor, he was quite eager to et the foul-mouthed Sword Boy. Since he was here, he might as well not leave empty-handed, right?
The Sword God Manor was located in the central part of the town, without any gates or checkpoints, and anyone could enter. The town’s administrator was confident that no one could pass the test of the Sword Boy; otherwise, he would have already found a way to claim this place for himself.
The entrance to Sword God Manor was a huge open space, surrounded by many swords stuck in the ground, although most of these swords had already decayed.
On this open space, there were nurous ancient scratch marks everywhere. Those marks were likely left by the disciples of the once-glorious Sword God Manor, each mark surrounded by a crowd of people. After all, these were left by ancient sword cultivators with excellent sword skills, offering their understanding of the sword.
For these young people, these scratch marks were as valuable as a sword manual. If they could comprehend them thoroughly, they might gain sothing quite remarkable.
Yet, in this vast plaza, a small figure floated in the air, resembling a soul body. Standing less than 80 centiters tall, it looked like a character with a big head, short arms, and legs, coupled with a head of red hair that stood straight up, giving off a rebellious yet cute vibe.
It hovered around, looking here and there. Having stayed alone in this eerie place for so many years, it was utterly bored. Now, with a sudden crowd of people around, it found everything fascinating.
"Hey, you little brats, what’s so interesting about these useless scratches? They’re all left by losers who wanted to join our Sword God Manor back in the day. Learning from them is simply misleading you!"
"Why not have a little duel with ? I promise not to shave your heads and eyebrows next ti!"
"Hey, are you guys hearing ? Are you ignoring ?"
"Hello, pretty lady, are you free? Want to have a drink with this Sword Boy?"
"Hey, handso, I’m talking to you! Do you have any manners?"
"Boohoohoo, doesn’t anyone want to play with ? I haven’t seen people in 1812737727 years, wah..."
...
"Is this the legendary Sword Boy?" Zhang nglong looked at the crying child sitting on the ground. Was this really a kid? Was his swordsmanship really that incredible?
Zhang nglong approached a sword mark and gently touched it. Instantly, a scene appeared in his mind, as if transcending countless ages. A sword cultivator in black clothes was demonstrating his exquisite sword skills to him.
"These sword skills aren’t too bad!" Zhang nglong roughly assessed. The Sword Boy had claid that these sword marks were left by those aspiring to join the Sword God Manor. It seed they were of a similar level to him and others, yet clearly, their swordsmanship was far superior to these geniuses sprawled on the ground!
If such people didn’t qualify to join Sword God Manor, how high must the bar be? It seed that the ancient Sword God Manor was much stronger than the current one. To the ordinary person, the outside world believed Sword God Manor was powerful, but in reality, it had already declined.
"Oh, another one!" The Sword Boy finally noticed a standing person in the plaza while bored. He wasn’t lying on the ground looking at those doodles but was observing his surroundings, clearly a newcor.
The Sword Boy loved playing with newcors since those who stayed for so ti had long beco indifferent and ignored him.
"Hey, young man, I see your bones are exceptional. You must be a rare sword genius. Want to spar with ? If you defeat , you’ll beco the heir of Sword God Manor! You can choose any treasure from the manor, and I’ll teach you our most genuine swordsmanship techniques. How about it, tempting, right?"
"Who’s talking?" Zhang nglong scanned his gaze across the plaza, skipping directly over the top of the Sword Boy’s head, completely ignoring the adorable little figure standing with arms akimbo.
"You..." The Sword Boy’s face imdiately showed displeasure. He knew he was small, but who didn’t treat him with respect when they saw him? Zhang nglong was the first to dare say he was short!
"I’m right here! Look down!"
"Oh, it’s a little kid!" Zhang nglong deliberately said.
"Who are you calling a kid? I’m older than your ancestors’ ancestors’ ancestors’ ancestors’ grandpa," the little Sword Boy retorted indignantly. "What’s your na!"
"You’re not qualified to know my na, but you can call Sword Saint," Zhang nglong said, feigning profundity.
"Hahaha, at our Sword God Manor, there are actually people who dare to call themselves Sword Saints?" The little Sword Boy said disdainfully, "At its peak, our Sword God Manor boasted millions of Sword Immortals, tens of thousands of Sword Gods, and dozens of Sword Saints. Those were the true Sword Saints!"
"Oh, what do I care? Now you’re the only kid left," Zhang nglong shrugged.
"You... you insult our Sword God Manor! Don’t you want Sword God Manor’s inheritance?"
"Hmm, your skills are average, I’m not interested," Zhang nglong pointed at the carved words on the mountain gate stone, "Those engravings should’ve been left by the master of your Sword God Manor back then, right?"
"Yes!" The Sword Boy crossed his arms, "How about it, isn’t it profound? With your level, you can’t comprehend it."
"I only have one evaluation, it feels ordinary to !"
"Ordinary?" Those two words echoed in the Sword Boy’s head.
To be honest, the swordsmanship was already very exquisite, even surpassing the level of most teachers in Zhang nglong’s Super God Academy, but still not the very top.
"So your sword skills are impressive, huh?" The Sword Boy was almost itching to write "unconvinced" on his face, "Then let’s spar."
"I refuse," Zhang nglong said, "I learn swordsmanship not for petty squabbles, and fighting you isn’t beneficial for ."
"If you agree, you can beco the heir of Sword God Manor, isn’t that enough incentive?"
"I’ve already said, your swordsmanship is so-so. What’s the point of inheriting a diocre manor?"
"I don’t care!" The Sword Boy beca anxious, "Today, no matter what, you must duel with ."
"Hey, I’m just not going to duel with you!"
"You... you..."
"Wah!"
"You’re bullying !"
Zhang nglong didn’t expect that the Sword Boy would start crying as soon as there was a disagreent.
This crying caught the attention of those around.
Oh boy, in everyone’s eyes, this little Sword Boy was even more difficult than a mischievous child, yet soone actually made him cry!
"Gu Xiao! It’s Gu Xiao!"
"Why is even he here?"
"Oh no, for so reason, I have a bad feeling."
" too."
...
"Okay, okay," Seeing the child wailing, Zhang nglong felt a headache. Even if he didn’t want the inheritance, he might as well pass it to Long Sen later.
"Alright, let’s do it," Zhang nglong walked to the side, broke off a branch from a tree, "Co on, I’ll let you make the first move!"
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