The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 103 - . Born to be a sword
Chapter 103: 103. Born to be a sword
Heavenly Sword Sect, Yuxu Palace.
When tens of thousands of Spirit Swords flew out from Buried Sword Ridge, the long-cultivated state of ‘Supreme Water Is Gentle’ by the three True Masters was nearly shattered.
True Master Yu Jian’s eyes widened, True Master Xuan Jian’s mouth opened slightly, and even True Master Lei Jian, who was normally as stoic as Mount Tai crumbling before him, was now breathing heavily.
Feng Qin, who had been cultivating for over a hundred years, had never seen such a spectacle, not to mention the True Masters who have cultivated even longer.
It is said that when the Sect Master first participated in the entry-level trial, he inspired fifteen Spirit Swords, shocking the Heavenly Sword Sect into considering him a prodigy and began focusing on his training.
Now an emergence of ten thousand, how does fifteen compare with ten thousand?
Should those True Masters, who initially only inspired a few Spirit Swords, consider themselves as shameful enough to commit suicide?
The reactions of the three True Masters were already so, not to mention the True Disciples Yu Qing and Xuan Ling, who were so shocked they had become stunned, unable to even speak.
True Master Xuan Jian dropped her relaxed demeanor and said to True Master Yu Jian, “Senior Sister, could this child have learned the long-lost Sword Control Technique?”
Although there’s only one word difference between Sword Control Technique and Sword-controlling Skill, they are entirely different systems.
Sword Control Technique is an extremely sophisticated Divine Skill lost in the Cultivation World, while Sword-controlling Skill is a generic term for all spells controlling swords.
True Master Yu Jian shook her head: “No, that lost Sword Control Technique is known to be extremely difficult to cultivate; even a genius would need ten years to merely enter the doorway. Considering that this child is only about fifteen years old and in the Qi Refining Realm, he would have had to start cultivating in his mother’s womb, foregoing food and sleep, which is too bizarre and unbelievable.”
True Master Yu Jian could be considered an authority and expert in the realm of Sword-controlling Skills, so her judgment was conclusive—that the child could not possibly know Sword Control Technique.
“How then is this to be explained?”
Usually terse, True Master Lei Jian unexpectedly uttered seven words, causing Yu Qing and Xuan Ling to look over in shock.
Logically, the three True Masters should be delighted with such a prodigious talent participating in the entry-level trials of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Yet, this situation was so abnormal: if Fang Zhou had inspired a dozen or so Spirit Swords, the True Masters might believe that the Heavenly Sword Sect would prosper for hundreds more years; if Fang Zhou had inspired hundreds of Spirit Swords at once, the True Masters might have been dancing joyously as the status of the Heavenly Sword Sect would have been lifted to an unprecedented level in the Cultivation World.
But inspiring tens of thousands of Spirit Swords at once felt not like a surprise, but more like a fright, making one wonder if this was some kind of demon or monster disguised as a human.
With such abnormal occurrences, there must be demons involved, and the True Masters had to clarify to ease their minds. If it turned out to be a demonic trick, they would have to stir their old bones and suppress it.
Regarding her junior sister’s doubts, True Master Yu Jian pondered and said, “My junior sisters, do you remember the Wuji Sword Saint from six hundred years ago?”
True Master Xuan Jian answered: “Senior Sister, are you referring to the Sword Saint who once spanned thirty-thousand li with his Sword Qi and whose sword gleam chilled nineteen provinces?”
As the older generations spoke of ancient histories, Yu Qing and Xuan Ling perked up their ears.
Six hundred years ago, that was a previous era in the Cultivation World.
Cultivators who formed their Golden Cores would extend their lifespan by five hundred years and were considered as magnates in the Cultivation World.
And events six hundred years ago just happen to sit right before the era of a generation of powerful figures, who wouldn’t come out to tell stories for no reason. And since the Cultivation World doesn’t have a specific sect dedicated to recording history, it can only rely on brief mentions in the historical records of various Major Sects, limited to particularly important or influential events.
Over the past six hundred years, countless sects have risen and fallen, and many tales have been buried in the sands of time, forgotten by all.
So when three True Masters mentioned the Wuji Sword Saint, both of the True Disciples surprisingly did not recognize the name.
“Indeed, it is that unparalleled Wuji Sword Saint.”
True Master Yu Jian nodded and smilingly said: “The Wuji Sword Saint had quite a connection with our Heavenly Sword Sect. It is said that she had an innate talent for Sword Control. Even as a young child before starting her cultivation, she could resonate with the Spirit Sword, and after beginning her cultivation journey, she entered the path through the sword unmatched in her generation, born for the sword. She once said, ‘A sword breaks ten thousand spells, the art of sword controlling is the ultimate among All Swords Return to the Sect, it is the supreme method…'”
“Cough cough…”
True Master Xuan Jian coughed discontentedly, this elder sister always seizes the chance to brag about her Sword Control Technique.
True Master Yu Jian unchangingly redirected the discussion: “Therefore, this child may similarly possess a high innate talent for the Sword Control, born for the sword, truly an Innate Swordman.”
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“Innate Swordman?”
True Masters Xuan Jian and Lei Jian silently repeated these four words.
At that moment, True Master Yu Jian suddenly smiled at True Masters Xuan Jian and Lei Jian: “Dear sisters, I’ve been pondering, and I feel you two make a lot of sense. Xia Wenqiu, with his bright and clever nature, fits very well with your Xuan Jian lineage, while Ji Congfeng who sensed the Thunderbolt Sword is clearly suitable for Lei Jian lineage. As an elder sister, I must defer to you two, I won’t compete with you.”
True Master Xuan Jian’s face twisted with anger, never had she seen such shamelessness, why didn’t you think of deferring just a moment ago?
Now that a higher talent appears, you immediately start being modest, pushing the lower talents aside, as if no one knows what you’re plotting, how ridiculous!
True Master Xuan Jian angrily replied: “No need, elder sister, I suddenly feel my Xuan Jian lineage is lacking in yang and needs a highly talented male Disciple to balance it out, I think this one is quite appropriate.”
True Master Lei Jian’s body began faintly radiating flashes of electricity, her face becoming even colder: “This person, I want him.”
True Master Yu Jian was not concerned with her sisters’ fierce reactions, still smiling as pleasantly as spring: “Dear sisters, don’t be pushy, this child is an Innate Swordman, clearly most suitable for my Sword Control.”
“Since he is an Innate Swordman, then obviously any sword could fit.”
“Agreed!”
As the three True Masters started to argue again, Xuan Ling felt very anxious.
She didn’t expect that a randomly chosen attractive young man she flirted with would possess such high talent, causing the three True Masters to scramble over him.
What worried Xuan Ling was, she very well knew her Master, True Master Xuan Jian, couldn’t outcompete True Master Yu Jian.
Yu Qing, however, wasn’t filled with such thoughts, merely saluted the three elders: “Master, oh Aunts, the new Disciples have already left Buried Sword Ridge, shall we take a look?”
The three True Masters looked into the Heavenly Light Mirror and indeed, those considered entry-level Disciples had already followed Feng Qin away from the Buried Sword Ridge, heading towards the Heavenly Sword Peak.
The three True Masters exchanged a glance, instantly reaching a consensus, knowing that linguistic arguments couldn’t determine a winner, everything had to adhere to the rules.
