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What does a sword truly signify for a cultivator?
For Gu Ping, the answer is simple: it is just a weapon, no different from any other. He has grown accustomed to wielding it.
Wen Tian, however, offers a different interpretation, one that belongs solely to the Sword Cultivators.
He vividly remembers when Tenglan Shixiong asked him what he would do if one day his sword had to be turned against his own brothers and sisters. That was a question he never thought he would have to confront.
The sky was filled with sword light, spreading out a quarter of the way up the mountain from Bu Luo. Two Mountain Guardian Disciples, unable to stop Gu Ping, rushed to report his intrusion into the mountain. After all, everyone knew that a great battle was about to unfold there. No one wanted to miss such a rare opportunity—some sought fame through battle, while others wished to witness history firsthand. Different people followed Gu Ping with varying attitudes, quietly observing the conflict among their peers.
Both sides were strong; regardless of the flow of spiritual energy or the variations in techniques, the number of Sword Light Barrages was staggering. If they continued fighting like this, one side would likely exhaust its spiritual energy first. But could they really keep going like this?
Wen Tian understood that his own Yan Dong had just broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm and could not compare to that genius Junior Brother. Over the past decade, while Wen Tian had progressed from Peak Foundation Establishment to early Nascent Soul, the Junior Brother had advanced from Pseudo Golden Core to Peak of Nascent Soul. The gap between them was insurmountable; even in another ten years, that difference would only grow larger. Coco represented that disparity between them.
If Gu Ping knew what Wen Tian was thinking at that moment, he might have told him that he was wrong—Wen Tian had simply walked his path earlier than he did. However, such a clear pursuit of one's life goals was something many would not acknowledge. Wen Tian probably wouldn’t want to hear him say thank you; he didn’t deny it.
Suddenly, Law Sword Asks the Heart shot into the sky, carrying countless beams of sword light down like rain. The technique Starfall Like Rain instantly broke the tense standoff, forcing Gu Ping to respond with his own moves. Relying solely on Sword Light Barrage would not suffice to block Wen Tian's full-force strike.
Light once again sliced through where the sword light passed, weaving into a complex formation. The constantly shifting beams of light cut through the rain-like sword strikes. The Light Cutting Formation reappeared before the eyes of the Academy Disciples—still sharp and unmatched as ever.
Bu Luo and Wen Tian had only just begun their obstruction; how could they end it with just one move?
The Wenxin Sword struck heavily against Wen Tian's leg, while countless beams of sword light converged behind him, creating a formidable force reminiscent of Ten Thousand Swords Return to One. This legendary technique from the martial world was now being executed by the renowned Mok Ming Academy's Ten Thousand Swords Shocking the World.
No one knew how many beams of sword light the Wenxin Sword unleashed at that moment; they only saw a towering Wenxin Sword crashing down into the Light Cutting Formation. Unlike before, it was not being shattered one by one. Instead, strands of light gradually diminished, wearing down the might of the myriad swords, as everyone watched to see which side would vanish first.
Was the Light Cutting Formation... broken?
Chen Hua and the others stared at Wen Tian in disbelief. When had Wen Tian become so powerful that he could force Xuan Shidi to retreat? What had happened over the years?
Many were making progress, while others remained stagnant. The Immortal Path was not always smooth sailing, nor was it perpetually fraught with hardship. Who could predict that Gu Ping would eventually laugh at the beginning? One must travel a hundred miles to reach ninety, and until the very last moment, no one could truly stop moving forward.
Clang!
The sound of Liangyi Sword clashing with Wenxin Sword resonated clearly in everyone's ears. Gu Ping used his left leg to withstand that initial strike from the myriad swords until Liangyi Sword's blade bent to a certain degree. Finally, the overwhelming force of the myriad swords was exhausted, and as Wenxin Sword rebounded in mid-air, Gu Ping exhaled a mouthful of stale air.
After years apart, his senior brother had made remarkable progress beyond ordinary limits. It seemed that their gathering back then was indeed not without reason; they were all no geniuses.
Gu Ping said with a mix of amusement and frustration, questioning whether he was truly not a genius. Since everyone claimed he wasn't, then he must not be. He didn't feel like arguing or defending himself; it was easier just to admit it.
"Junior Brother, if Tenglan Shixiong says I'm not a genius, then I certainly am not," he remarked. "Tenglan Shixiong said he isn't a genius either; he only reached this point relying on Master Ke Zhen'e's teachings. I believe that."
Wen Tian wielded his sword again, this time without any grandiose sword techniques—just clean and straightforward sword techniques. Each slash and thrust represented the most fundamental moves. Yet now, as Wen Tian executed them with his leg, they felt even more formidable to Gu Ping than those earlier powerful techniques.
Tenglan Shixiong claimed he was not a genius; Wen Tian believed it. Junior Brother felt that Wen Tian also wasn’t a genius—he wondered if Wen Tian believed it too.
No one would believe that his annual income was actually not much less than that of Tenglan Shixiong. No matter how you looked at it, he seemed incomparable to us.
But he thought of Wen Tian, No Genius, and compared him to Junior Brother, who was indeed a remarkable genius.
"I don't deny it," Mo Qiu joked, "how could I compare to that unparalleled genius?"
Junior Brother had traveled many paths and met many people over the years before finding a way that belonged to him. But had Wen Tian's path already been determined? On that road, could his confidence surpass anyone else's?
Gu Ping sincerely praised him, while Wen Tian smiled shyly. A strong aura emanated from Wen Tian, and even the onlookers felt that he suddenly seemed different.
Tenglan Shixiong remarked that apart from Ye Youluo, Junior Brother was the smartest of his generation. Now he finally believed it; Junior Brother's comprehension truly made others envious.
Wen Tian sighed, and suddenly the Wenxin Sword shot out, heading straight for Gu Ping's chest. Its speed appeared slow yet was deceptively fast; everyone could clearly see the trajectory of the Wenxin Sword but couldn't tell when it had reached Gu Ping.
Gu Ping desperately tried to defend himself but found himself unable to retreat even a single step. That was the attitude of Tianlai Academy: never back down.
It was too late.
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