Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

[Lü Zhen gazes at you, your face gleaming in the golden dawn light, shimmering with glittering gold dust.]

Her gaze burned brightly as she looked at the young man who was climbing the mountain.

[It exudes a malicious and twisted sense of humor.]

He suddenly understood what you wanted to do, and shook his head with a wry smile.

[He exclaimed with admiration, "I never imagined Brother Wen had such a peculiar...quirk."]

[Lü Zhen carefully considered his words and found a somewhat suitable description.]

His impression of you is that you are mysterious and unpredictable, insightful and insightful, like someone who looks down upon the world from the heavens.

The plan is far-reaching and difficult to fathom.

Last time, we joined forces to settle scores with powerful families, fabricate a mandate of heaven, and shake imperial power.

He was putting his grand ideals into practice for the sake of all living beings.

You share the same ideals and goals as him.

But he had a vague feeling that you still harbored unknown schemes and calculations.

Someone like you could be used as a pawn even by celestial beings.

[Now he's actually showing interest in the characters he had to dredge up from the garbage dump of his memories.]

His gaze shifted from you to the young man.

I really don't know whether to pity this person for their bad luck or admire their good fortune.

You have completely concealed your unpredictability, your aura is mysterious and serene.

[The black robe fluttered, exuding elegance and nobility.]

[Like an existence that stepped out of a painting.]

The young man, seeing that you had stopped Lü Zhen, finally turned his gaze to you.

[Located downstairs, looking up.]

The young man's eyes, however, revealed a sense of disdainful indifference.

[Still in that mocking tone: "Is this your classmate from the Sword Seed faction?"]

His fierce swordplay was on full display, his eyes sharp, unleashing a piercing, oppressive force that poured down upon you.

In his eyes, you are nothing more than a bookish man with no real cultivation.

[He hasn't even grasped the basics of Confucian self-cultivation and inner peace.]

[A mere hint of swordplay is enough to terrify you, causing you to make a complete fool of yourself.]

You slightly raise your head, maintaining a 45-degree angle, your gaze lowered.

[I felt the oppressive force of the young man's sword.]

[Thinking to myself as I commented.]

[The Realm of Swordsmanship.]

The sword's edge is sharp enough to cleave metal and split stone.

[The sword's power invades the mind, targeting the spirit.]

[The sword's intent penetrates the soul, annihilating and corroding it.]

Youth certainly have the right to be arrogant.

[Before reaching thirty, his swordsmanship was at its peak, and he began to comprehend the essence of swordsmanship.]

In the path of swordsmanship, her talent can be considered top-notch.

Of course, this is a completely different level from Brother Lü's innate sword talent.

There's no comparison between you and me.

After all, your martial arts enlightenment came from the most sublime swordsmanship in the world, the celestial being descending from the heavens.

The youth's disdainful gaze prepared him to witness the ugliness you would display under the oppressive force of the sword.

Unexpectedly, you remained calm and serene, undisturbed.

[Especially when his gaze fell upon him, it gave him a chilling feeling, revealing the many flaws in his defenses.]

He was startled by his own illusion.

[He quickly denied it in his mind.]

The swordplay was powerful yet perfectly clear, without any flaws whatsoever.

He was confident that even Lü Zhen would have to expend a great deal of effort to defeat him.

[Besides, what about you, a young master from a prestigious family with only a handsome appearance?]

[It's impossible for just anyone to suddenly appear and be a prodigy comparable to Lü Zhen, right?]

[Stop joking!]

After careful analysis, the young man cast aside his fear and regained his arrogance.

[In a condescending tone, he praised, "Seeing that you remain calm, your composure is quite impressive."]

【"but……"】

The young man's tone suddenly rose.

His robes danced wildly, his swordplay surged, and he was getting serious.

[Like the roaring, boundless sword force of the raging river.]

The tranquil morning was shattered by the clanging sound of swords.

The sword's power swept across the land, creating ripples that turned surrounding stones and trees to dust.

His gaze was like a sword, sharp and piercing.

You slightly raised your brow, slightly dazzled by those eyes that shone like light bulbs.

[Lü Zhen scanned his surroundings.]

The tranquil, familiar yet strange scenery was shattered by the sword force unleashed by the young man.

[I couldn't help but offer a reminder.]

"Brother Wen, harming the flowers and plants goes against the natural order."

You glance at him sideways.

[His eyes held a mocking smile; he was once a lone minister who slaughtered countless powerful families in the central court, leaving rivers of blood and piles of heads.]

[They've actually started playing the role of an environmentalist, taking care of flowers and plants.]

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Upon hearing this, Lü Zhen naturally trusted you.

Besides, he simply wanted to preserve a memory of the scenes from his past.

After all, you met here and made your names in Longchang.

[It has a significance worth remembering.]

But if it's truly ruined, and you can derive some enjoyment from it, then it's not necessarily a bad thing.

The youth saw his swordplay begin to reveal its true essence, surging and raging like a raging torrent.

You were not affected in any way.

[They even ignored him and chatted and laughed with Lü Zhen.]

This feeling of being ignored pierced his sensitive heart.

[It stirred up scenes from my memory.]

He possessed exceptional swordsmanship talent and should have grown up amidst widespread admiration and adoration.

But then Lü Zhen appeared.

[This has overshadowed the younger generation of sword cultivators in Suzhou, and in recent years even many senior members of the Canglan Sword Sect have admitted their inferiority.]

He secretly resolved to catch up with Lü Zhen.

But Lü Zhen always maintained that aloof attitude, ignoring him completely.

[Splash! Sp ...

The young man's long hair flowed freely, his eyes blazing with sword light, and his raging sword strikes resembled an inverted Milky Way.

The ethereal force has become fully tangible.

[It poured down in a mighty torrent.]

[Squeak...]

The pavilion trembled violently under the materialized, raging sword force, emitting a chilling sound and teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Brother Wen."

"Look, you're getting impatient again."

You remained as elegant and dignified as ever, unmoved by the sword's force.

[Lü Zhen isn't concerned about you; he knows how treacherous you are.]

[The concern is that if the sword's power is allowed to run rampant, not only the small building but the surrounding area will be reduced to ruins.]

And your casual reply.

[Even his composed and reserved nature was inexplicably stirred.]

[While it's both laughable and absurd, one can't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both sorrow and reflection).]

You always manage to use seemingly ordinary words to give people a sarcastic or unsettling feeling, igniting nameless anger in them.

The youth unleashed his furious swordplay.

But you remained unaffected, even having the mind to talk to Lü Zhen.

An inconceivable guess surfaced in his mind.

[You're some kind of pampered young master from an aristocratic family, who seems to have appeared out of nowhere.]

[It's someone whose aura even he couldn't detect at all!]

An unbelievable sense of horror caused his pupils to shrink sharply, and even the power of his raging sword wavered.

You look down on the young man, completely dissecting his emotional shifts.

There's no need to inquire or find out.

[The analysis has already revealed his one-sided conflict with Lü Zhen, as well as his long-standing repression.]

A genius swordsman, unfortunately, encountered a sword prodigy like Lü Zhen.

Pursuing this as a goal only results in pure self-indulgence.

You felt a pang of emotion, then silently cursed.

【Damn it!】

[Wasn't it agreed that we'd use him as practice, to familiarize ourselves with the routines of showing off and getting slapped in the face?]

Why am I suddenly empathizing with the 'villain'?!

[This is utterly contrary to the natural order.]