When all the black mist disappeared, there was only a small dagger hovering in the void outside the light screen.
The dagger glead brilliantly in the sunlight, vaguely emitting wisps of golden radiance.
It traced a beautiful arc in the air, then suddenly turned back and re-entered the light screen. Under the watchful eyes of the disciples, it drifted into Chu Zhiyuan’s sleeve and disappeared without a trace.
Dong Muyu slapped him hard on the shoulder, "Well done!"
Lu and Huang’s daughters also looked at him in amazent, feeling that everything before them was too bizarre.
Let alone a Great Grandmaster who had just ascended, even a Nine Transitions Venerable couldn’t kill the Black Crow Demon so cleanly and swiftly.
The Black Crow Demon is extrely tricky and difficult to kill, changing reality and illusion at will. Not only are swords and blades ineffective, but even a Venerable’s Divine Intent isn’t very effective.
This flying knife of Chu Zhiyuan is unbelievable.
Facing the astonished gazes of everyone, Chu Zhiyuan smiled and cupped his fists.
Dong Muyu said boldly, "Fellow Senior Brothers and Sisters, this is Chu Zhiyuan, our Junior Brother, who just ascended from Little Outer Heaven. This is Li Hongzhao, our Junior Sister. They are both prodigies, stronger than all of you."
Chu Zhiyuan imdiately chuckled, "Senior Sister Dong, don’t make trouble for ."
Dong Muyu replied, "Hey, I’m just telling the truth, to prevent them from feeling superior in front of you."
"Junior Sister Dong!" a girl with a goose-egg face said angrily, "Say a little less."
Dong Muyu snorted, "Did I say anything wrong? Once you hear he ascended, you’ll surely feel disdain."
The goose-egg-faced girl quickly jumped beside Dong Muyu, covering her mouth.
"Mmm mmm mmm mmm..." Dong Muyu struggled.
Another girl with an oval face jumped over and restrained her together, making her unable to move.
Chu Zhiyuan chuckled.
At that mont, one halo after another began to dim and extinguish quickly.
The disciples relaxed and withdrew their True Yuan, no longer infusing it into the white jade ground beneath them.
anwhile, the light screen outside Heavenly Sword Peak also gradually faded away.
The disciples gathered around, curiously observing Chu Zhiyuan and Li Hongzhao.
Dong Muyu had her mouth covered by the two girls and couldn’t speak.
Chu Zhiyuan and Li Hongzhao smiled at the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, open-minded and straightforward.
A young man asked, "Junior Brother Chu, what is this Sword Technique?"
"Demon Suppressing Saber." Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "It’s a Sword Technique I accidentally practiced. Unexpectedly, it just happens to restrain that Black Crow Demon."
"Demon Suppressing Saber..." the young man sighed, "What a Miracle Technique!"
"Miracle Technique!"
"Indeed a Miracle Technique!"
...
There was a buzz of conversation, and everyone’s gaze towards Chu Zhiyuan was full of curiosity.
They were extrely curious about this disciple who had just ascended.
"Alright, alright, what’s there to ask? There are plenty of days ahead!" Dong Muyu finally broke free from the two girls, hurrying to say, "Stop dawdling, get busy! Junior Brother Chu, co, follow to the main hall to et the Sect Leader!"
Chu Zhiyuan nodded with a smile.
Hearing her say she would take Chu Zhiyuan to et the Sect Leader, the two girls let go, and the disciples also made way.
Chu Zhiyuan followed Dong Muyu, and after more than a hundred steps, he ascended the ninety-nine white jade steps and reached the entrance of the main hall.
Dong Muyu waved her hand, then lifted a thick felt curtain and entered.
Chu Zhiyuan curiously glanced inside.
The vast hall was empty without guards on either side, though there were guards, leaving it barren.
Monts later, Dong Muyu’s voice ca from within the hall, "Junior Brother Chu, co in."
Chu Zhiyuan lifted the thick felt curtain and entered the hall.
Before his eyes, the space opened up.
Paved in white jade stone, spotless, with only a few tables, chairs, cabinets, and desks.
Sitting behind a grand purple wood desk to the north was a burly, robust middle-aged man.
His features were rugged and bold, sitting there like a giant lion, his presence overwhelming.
He was stroking his bushy beard, smiling as he assessed Chu Zhiyuan.
Dong Muyu stood beside the middle-aged man, smiling brightly as she looked at Chu Zhiyuan.
"Disciple Chu Zhiyuan greets the Sect Leader." Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists in salute.
He didn’t use Super Sense at this place, but his body issued a warning.
This burly middle-aged man in front of him posed deadly danger, best to stay away.
This premonition was similar to the one he felt when gazing at the Heavenly Sword.
This was Lu Wanshan, the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
He hadn’t expected to et Lu Wanshan so easily.
But even though he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn’t see clearly.
Lu Wanshan seed to be sitting atop a distant mountain peak, always out of focus, even though he was right before him.
"The Princely Heir of the Da Jing Dynasty..." Lu Wanshan stroked his beard with a smile, "Your extermination of the Evil Sect can be said to be ritorious beyond asure."
His presence was rough and bold, yet his words were mild and peaceful.
Chu Zhiyuan was stunned.
Lu Wanshan continued, "Without relying on the Emperor’s Sword, you ascended directly... But it’s no surprise, as your talent is always exceptional."
"Sect Leader knows of ?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.
He vaguely suspected sothing.
Lu Wanshan laughed, "I know a little. Isn’t it surprising that Li Hongzhao ascended? But I didn’t expect you to ascend so quickly, and without the Emperor’s Sword, too."
Chu Zhiyuan replied, "Hongzhao said the sooner one ascends, the better. So I hurried, wanting to ascend with her."
"Yes, what Li Hongzhao said is true. The sooner you ascend, the greater your potential... Your astonishing talent, the Qi Transformation Realm won’t be a barrier for you, but the Divinity Transformation won’t be as easy. You must comprehend it well. Take your ti to cultivate well in the mountains."
"Sect Leader, I’ve practiced the Demon Suppressing Saber..."
"Your Flying Knife is also extraordinary," Lu Wanshan stated slowly, "But your own cultivation is too weak, easily breakable, not suitable for slaying evils and vanquishing demons."
Chu Zhiyuan said, "My qinggong is also decent."
Lu Wanshan waved, "If you want to descend the mountain, beco a Venerable first."
Chu Zhiyuan looked at him helplessly.
Lu Wanshan remarked, "Without being a Venerable, one cannot descend the mountain, that’s the iron rule. You have exceptional talent; cultivate well."
"...Understood." Chu Zhiyuan looked at Dong Muyu helplessly.
Dong Muyu stated, "Junior Brother Chu, your Demon Suppressing Saber is formidable, but those evil demons are unpredictable and difficult to guard against. If by chance you are careless and fall, wouldn’t that be a grievance beyond compare?"
Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly.
A stream of light shot from Lu Wanshan’s sleeve towards Chu Zhiyuan.
As Chu Zhiyuan was about to evade, he sensed no danger and calmly accepted it.
The stream of light shot directly towards Chu Zhiyuan’s forehead. It was a phantom of a small sword.
Chu Zhiyuan felt a flash of light before his eyes, followed by a book manifesting in his mind.
A massive to, glowing with soft light, slowly unfolded in his mind.
On the cover were the four large characters "Heavenly Sword Secret Scripture," its sword qi sharp, seemingly about to pierce the skies.
The to continued to unfold, presenting a set of sword techniques, complented with a ntal thod.
The to spanned eighteen pages, finally completing, revealing a total of eighteen forms of sword techniques.
As Chu Zhiyuan leafed through it, he pondered simultaneously.
These eighteen sword techniques were divided into three parts, each with six forms.
The eighteen forms were both exquisite swordsmanship and a profound ntal thod.
They correspond to three major realms: Qi Transformation, Divinity Transformation, Spirit Transformation.
Each form encompasses nurous variations, extraordinarily ingenious.
Chu Zhiyuan beca absorbed in the exquisite sword techniques for a mont.
Upon regaining his senses, he noticed Dong Muyu had disappeared, leaving the hall empty with only Lu Wanshan behind the desk, reviewing docunts.
Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists, "Disciple apologizes for losing composure."
Lu Wanshan examined him.
"Sect Leader, how long was I lost?" Chu Zhiyuan asked, puzzled, feeling his gaze was sowhat peculiar.
Lu Wanshan sighed, "Indeed worthy of exceptional talent, you were lost for an hour."
Chu Zhiyuan looked at him in confusion.
"Your first Sword Comprehension lasted a full hour, the first in nearly ten thousand years."
"The Sect Leader overpraises." Chu Zhiyuan responded.
He knew the reason. His prolonged Sword Comprehension was due to his imnse spiritual power.
In terms of spiritual power, there were likely few in the world that could match him.
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