Having studied for a hundred years, why do you call me the Martial Saint?

"You won? You won just like that?"

"What kind of sword technique was that, with its dazzling glow filling the sky? Did anyone see it clearly?"

"A wooden sword! He's using a wooden sword! How can a wooden sword emit such sword energy?"

"Shen Jianyi had even unleashed the initial form of his sword technique, yet it was shattered with a single strike! Just who is this young man?"

The group of martial arts practitioners discussed it animatedly, expressing their astonishment.

The disciples of Suishan were overjoyed, their faces flushed with excitement, and they embraced each other in celebration.

The dark clouds that had been hanging over their hearts finally dissipated, and they were greeted by a bright future!

"We won! We won!"

"Who is that person? Which senior brother is he? What kind of swordsmanship is that? Why have I never seen it before?"

"Such swordsmanship talent at the age of fifteen or sixteen! I never imagined our Suishan Sword Sect had such a genius hidden away!"

In the crowd, Yue Songting stared blankly in the direction the boy had gone, his body trembling slightly.

Just now, he felt a pure and clear youthful vigor from that sword strike, which made him uncontrollably recall the time when he was full of passion.

The image of that figure overlapped with his childhood dreams, and Yue Songting subconsciously reached out his hand towards the direction where the boy had disappeared, his five fingers grasping as if trying to grab something.

Just like more than twenty years ago, when he lay in the mud, desperately trying to grab the sword that had slipped from his grasp.

But this time, he still caught nothing.

Two streams of tears slid down his weathered face.

"Master, your disciple is unworthy..."

Shen Jianyi walked up to him without him noticing, wanting to say something, but recalling the scene of facing that sword energy, he felt extremely discouraged and couldn't say anything.

Yue Songting shook his head, his voice somewhat desolate: "No, Jianyi, I'm not crying for you."

He turned to look at his most prized disciple, his gaze complex:

"I just feel... I'm afraid I'll never be able to wield such a sword again in my lifetime."

These words shocked everyone around.

The young men looked at each other, their eyes showing surprise, but even more so, confusion.

That swordsmanship was indeed powerful and exhilarating, but Sect Leader Yue was, after all, the head of a sect. How could he say such discouraging things?

With enough dedication, even after ten or eight years of practice, you might still be able to catch up!

Seeing the bewilderment on the faces of these young men, the older martial arts practitioners present couldn't help but show a hint of envy.

But what Sect Leader Yue said resonated with them, and they all fell silent.

Only the elderly man, well past fifty, looked at his wrinkled hands and sighed, saying:

"The sharp edge of youth is the most moving... but also the most cruel."

On the north side of the arena, the three beauties of Suishan stood side by side, each with a different expression.

Fang Jianxing stroked the scabbard. He had just been defeated by Shen Jianyi. He didn't show it on his face, but he was extremely unwilling in his heart. However, after witnessing that sword strike, most of his unwillingness in his heart disappeared strangely, and was replaced by a more complicated sense of powerlessness.

He remained silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled bitterly:

"Which master does this person belong to? I've been a disciple for so many years and I've never seen him before."

Lu Luoxia, who had just suffered a minor injury and whose face was still somewhat pale, picked up the conversation:

"I can't figure out the style of his swordsmanship, but at least there's nowhere to learn it from the outer sect."

"I'm afraid even the inner disciples can't learn it." Ji Mingzhao suddenly spoke up, "When that person drew his sword, I was closest to the arena. What was in that sword strike couldn't be learned through mere techniques."

He paused, lowered his head, and sighed, "We were known as the Three Heroes in the outer sect. Only after meeting him today do I realize that there are always people more capable than us, and there is always something beyond our understanding. Moreover, we are several years older than him, which makes us seem incredibly mediocre."

Upon hearing this, both Fang Jianxing and Lu Luoxia fell silent, offering no rebuttal and tacitly accepting the conclusion.

On the other hand, the atmosphere at Zhong Zhenshan's place was completely different.

"Instructor Chung! Who is that junior brother?"

"Yes, instructor, what's his name? Is he one of the senior disciples from the inner sect?"

"What? A senior disciple from the inner sect? He looks even younger than me. Is he a junior disciple who just started? That's amazing!"

A group of outer disciples excitedly surrounded swordsmanship instructor Zhong Zhenshan, bombarding him with questions.

Chung Chen-shan: "..."

How could he know who that was?

He wanted to know too!

Having taught in the outer sect for so many years, how could he not know the talented disciples?

If there were such a swordsmanship genius in the outer sect, he would be laughing in his sleep!

However, as an instructor, how could he say he didn't know in front of so many people?

Doesn't this confirm that Suishan is deserted?

He coughed lightly, a cryptic smile playing on his lips, and mumbled:

"Well, this disciple is indeed from my Suishan... uh, this boy is obsessed with the way of the sword, has a reclusive personality, doesn't like to communicate with outsiders, and doesn't like to show off, so it's normal that you don't know him."

"oh!"

Everyone suddenly realized what was going on and began to imagine a reclusive genius senior brother who was devoted to the way of the sword and indifferent to fame and fortune.

"Teacher, what's his name?"

"Well..."

Zhong Zhenshan's face twitched, then his expression hardened:

"Why are you asking so many questions? This boy is secretly cultivating his swordsmanship and is most afraid of being disturbed. None of you are allowed to ask any questions. If you ruin his cultivation, I will hold you accountable!"

"Yes! This disciple understands!"

Everyone was taken aback by him and quickly agreed, feeling even more awe for the mysterious senior brother.

Han Baitao, who was in the corner, had quietly left sometime earlier.

Under a tree in a secluded, deserted spot.

The boy, who was being discussed among the crowd, casually tossed aside the wooden sword in his hand.

The powerful weapon traced an arc in the air before landing among a pile of withered branches and leaves, becoming an inconspicuous tree branch.

He turned around and reappeared behind the tree.

Gu Shuxian straightened his coarse linen clothes.

Thinking back on what happened, I feel a little scared.

When Shen Jian asked what sword technique he was using.

He almost blurted out the Innate Lesser Yang Sword Qi, but luckily he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to bring fame to the Suishan Sword Sect, not to the sword technique itself.

If someone were to investigate, they would find that your Suishan Sword Sect doesn't even have such a sword move!

Scam?!

Wouldn't that make one's own purpose a joke?

"Hiss... but I still said 'Shaoyang' anyway, hopefully they'll think it's a person's name..."

Gu Shuxian felt a little guilty, but then he thought that if he went back and loudly announced that he was a disciple of Suishan, he would only be more deliberate.

He shook his head, clearing his mind, and strode towards the servants' quarters.

House number 9 is now empty.

Gu Shuxian lay back on his bunk, took out the miscellaneous book he had been reading for a while, and turned to the page where the corner had been folded earlier.

He squinted and looked down again.

After a while, a series of noisy footsteps came from outside.

"Good heavens! Junior Brother Gu, you didn't see that!"

Qian Le was the first to push open the door, his face flushed and extremely excited.