"Do you still think that I'm exaggerating?"
Not long after Chen Yang left, Chen Changsheng walked out of the courtyard, stood side by side with the old man, and looked towards the direction of Chen Yang's departure, smiling faintly, "Compared to when you were young?"
"He's definitely impressive."
The old man nodded, then let out a self-deprecating laugh, "Don't speak of , even you, Chen Changsheng, can't compare to him."
"He has a rare quality about him."
"What a pity..."
At this point, the old man shook his head silently, "It's a pity he was born in the secular world. Had he been trained by my Changsheng Sect from a young age, he would have surely entered Divine Conquest long ago and beco a leading young talent."
"He probably would not pale in comparison to the young talents of the great sects even in Lingjing City."
"Hehe..."
Chen Changsheng, however, laughed, with his hands behind his back and eyes sharp as a blade, "I'm rather glad he wasn't born in Yuning Mountain or in my Changsheng Sect. Otherwise, his achievents might have stopped at Divine Conquest."
"Oh?"
The old man looked at Chen Changsheng in surprise, unsure of his aning.
"If he had been born in my Changsheng Sect, he wouldn't have experienced ten years of military life, nor the trials of countless campaigns in the north and south. He wouldn't have developed this character of confronting challenges head-on, defying the odds."
"Nor would he have beco the War God of the State who changed the entire secular world's era!"
"Many things need experience to be forged, not sothing one is born with."
The sharpness of a sword cos from honing, just as the fragrance of plum blossoms arises from the bitter cold.
Without repeated high-temperature roasting, without the hamr's relentless striking, how could there be such evident sharpness?
Without standing proud throughout an entire harsh winter, how could one blossom proudly amidst the snow, spreading its fragrance over miles?
Chen Changsheng laughed, "If he were in my Changsheng Sect, he'd rely be a flower in a greenhouse. The day a storm hits would also be the ti he withers."
"Like your disciple Chen Shuai."
The old man, who had been sowhat resonating with the words and nodding in agreent, instantly flared up, glaring as his beard shook. Then, dismissing it with a laugh, he said, "You call Chen Shuai a greenhouse flower? Do you think tomorrow, Chen Yang will be beaten so badly he won't be recognizable by his own mother?"
"You an Chen Shuai has already completed his seclusion and will join in tomorrow's fun?"
"He ca out of seclusion this morning."
A touch of indescribable pride appeared on the old man's face, "If Chen Yuan loses tomorrow, Chen Shuai will undoubtedly take action."
"When he beats Chen Yang, don't get mad at ."
Chen Changsheng laughed, "What if Chen Shuai loses?"
"Impossible," declared the old man vehently.
"Is that so?"
With a cunning smile on his face, Chen Changsheng gently persuaded, "If he loses, how about teaching Chen Yang your Overturning Mountain Palm move you just showed?"
"Why not?"
The old man stood proudly, fearless, not forgetting to sneer, "No matter how strong he is, he's ultimately only at Half-step Divine Conquest. Do you really think he has the capability to cross realms and defeat his opponent?"
"We'll know tomorrow, won't we?" Chen Changsheng smiled and walked away with large strides.
"Hmph."
The old man sneered, "Isn't it just Chen Yang's deeds in the secular world that resonated with you? To be fair, purely speaking of strength, he falls far short of my disciple."
"At least for now, that's the case."
In the end, the old man added another sentence, as the palm strike just now made him deeply perceive Chen Yang's boundless future potential.
...
The next day.
The competition for the Chief Disciple, held every two years, is always the most lively event in the entire Changsheng Sect.
Two years ago, when Chen Shuai was elected, it was a feast for the eyes.
And today.
With the ergence of Chen Yang, an arrogant intruder, the atmosphere naturally beca even more heated. Everyone was eagerly anticipating Chen Yuan smashing Chen Yang underfoot in this battle.
Yesterday was the most humiliating day in history for all disciples.
As the saying goes, the greater the humiliation, the deeper the anger.
Early in the morning, almost everyone gathered at the Arena. Those who couldn't attend yesterday due to seclusion or other reasons regretted it imnsely and arrived today full of anger, waiting by the Arena.
"Did you hear? Yesterday, Senior Brother Chen Yuan went to challenge that arrogant guy, gave him a day of rest, and today he'll defeat him on the Arena."
"My Senior Brother Chen Shu is truly domineering and mighty!!"
"I say, with Senior Brother Chen Shu being so close to Divine Conquest in power, he can settle that arrogant guy with just one sword strike."
The surging discussions sounded like a mountain of waves crashing in the square.
So senior leaders of the sect also made appearances, indicating that everyone in Changsheng Sect was eagerly looking forward to the match between Chen Yang and Chen Yuan today.
Half an hour later.
Chen Yuan, dressed in a white robe, ascended the Arena under everyone's gaze.
Bam.
The longsword struck the ground.
He placed his hands on the sword's hilt, slightly lowering his head, letting the cold wind brush his face.
Chen Yuan was a person who loved to be in the spotlight. With Chen Shuai absent, this Chief Disciple competition was as easy as reaching into a bag for him.
Even though Chen Yang abruptly erged, suppressing all the disciples single-handedly.
For Chen Yuan, this wasn't pressure but a perfect stepping stone. Today, as long as he defeats Chen Yang, all attention and glory will converge on him.
Thinking of this, his lips curled into a faint smile.
"Oh my, Senior Brother Chen Yuan is so handso," a female disciple swooned, her cheeks red, her heart racing.
"Senior Brother Chen Yuan, go for it!!"
On the other side.
After breakfast, Chen Yang walked out of the courtyard, unhurried.
Even here, though a considerable distance away, he could still hear the shouts from the direction of the square, like great waves crashing against a cliff, resounding mightily.
Chen Yang smiled silently.
Setting aside other matters, Chen Yang really liked this Changsheng Sect atmosphere.
If you're not convinced, then fight.
Straightforwardly settling grievances.
However, after a few steps, a young man appeared at the end of the path ahead.
The young man, about thirty-two or thirty-three years old, wore simple plain white clothes, his eyes deep, his hands behind his back, exuding a faintly cold and aloof aura.
Unreachable, untouchable.
Hmm?
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, scrutinizing the young man.
"My na is Chen Shuai."
The young man spoke first, his expression as calm as a breeze, "Yesterday, my master ntioned you're a rare born talent, and the Sect Master regards you as a treasure, yet called a greenhouse flower."
"So, I've co."
Chen Shuai took a few steps forward, his gaze sharp and locking onto Chen Yang, "I'm due for training and can't wait for you to finish your fight with Chen Yuan. I hope you'll excuse ."
From start to finish, his emotions were unreadable, like a walking statue.
"Step aside."
Chen Yang turned to Yang Hu and Gu Zhiqing, saying this before stepping forward, "I don't mind. So, can we begin?"
"Please."
Chen Shuai gestured, then tightly gripped the hilt at his waist.
The next second.
Chen Shuai drew his blade.
Boom!
A thunderous roar erupted in the vast sky, and the blue stone path between them, dozens of ters long, was instantly split open, exploding to both sides.
A single slash, dividing the path in two.
"..."
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