Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Innate Sword Bone

Divine Sword Old Man was a bit unwilling.

Originally, he had accepted the fact that he wasn’t as good as Taoist Longshan, planning to regain his face through his disciples, but he didn’t expect to end up on the back foot.

Although this was just a casual trial where neither side exerted full effort, ending in such a way still left him feeling uncomfortable.

Taoist Longshan helplessly said: ”According to Brother Sword God’s words, shall we let the True Disciples continue?”

Divine Sword Old Man shook his head, pointed to Zhuang Chen, and with a hint of affection on his face, said: ”A few years ago, I accepted a Last Disciple, named Zhuang Chen. He is now eight years old and has been practicing martial arts for just two years.” ”After ten years, most True Disciples will have surpassed thirty years old, and it won’t be their turn to appear. These younger ones will be the main force for the next ten-year challenge, so why not let them familiarize themselves now?” ”I won’t take advantage of you. Any True Martial Sect disciple under ten years old can battle with Zhuang Chen. Whoever wins will receive this Dragon Owl Sword as a gift!”

With that.

He drew out the wide and long sword from behind him and placed it on the Martial Arts Arena.

The blade had no shine, but it carried a captivating edge.

Definitely a top-notch legendary sword!

This was undoubtedly the most outstanding reward present this time. Clearly, Divine Sword Old Man also felt embarrassed, directly offering his own sword as a reward, but to a certain extent, it also showed his confidence.

In an instant.

The eyes of many True Martial Sect disciples lit up.

But their hearts were filled with regret, wishing they were under ten years old, or they might have a chance to obtain this famous sword.

Yet, some noticed the hidden information in Divine Sword Old Man’s words. ”This child is eight years old and has been practicing for two years. Does this mean his Root Bone formed at age six?” Qin Yun’s eyes slightly narrowed, his mind rippling with thoughts.

His Root Bone had formed at age seven, and Zhuang Chen was a year faster.

Though forming the Root Bone early or not is not entirely related to talent, Qin Yun couldn’t help but feel a tightness in his heart.

Ning Qi glanced at Zhuang Chen with mild surprise and received a naive smile in return.

He hadn’t expected that the seemingly not-so-bright little chubby boy could have such high talent.

Taoist Longshan saw Divine Sword Old Man take out his sword and couldn’t help but smile wryly: ”Brother Sword God, why go to such extents...”

Divine Sword Old Man waved grandly, filled with bravado: ”It’s no matter. If True Martial Sect has such talent, they might as well take this Dragon Owl Sword!”

Ye Qinghe had a peculiar look.

Wasn’t this like handing over the famous sword?

She knew well how fierce her little junior brother was; a year ago, when encountering the White Ape, he had already entered Bone Refining, and he might now have reached Refining Organ or even Marrow Refining!

She didn’t believe the silly little chubby boy could be so monstrous after two years of cultivation.

As everyone had different thoughts.

The senior disciple of Divine Sword Sect, Dong He, whispered a few words to Zhuang Chen, and Zhuang Chen’s eyes lit up as if haggling with Dong He, until Dong He wore a bitter smile and Zhuang Chen swaggered to the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

His voice had a silly note: ”I am Zhuang Chen from Divine Sword Sect. Who will give me a drumstick, oh no, who will challenge me?”

Seeing the little chubby boy sniffle hard, a low chuckle spread from True Martial Sect, and the people from Divine Sword Sect covered their faces, while Divine Sword Old Man fell silent and turned his head. ”I, Zhao Changhe, will meet you!”

Before Ning Qi stood up, a ten-year-old boy from True Martial Sect had already rushed out first.

This boy developed early, appearing at least two heads taller than Zhuang Chen. He was a standout among disciples of the same age, practicing martial arts since age eight, now also two years into training, having just broken through to Flesh Refining Realm a couple of days ago, with almost next-to-True-Inheritor talent. ”You’re not my opponent.” The little chubby boy nodded his head.

Zhao Changhe snorted coldly: ”We will know after a fight.”

He practiced the Rock Spear Technique, which carried an offense with defense, and now, holding a spear to attack, along with the strength increase from entering Flesh Refining, it was quite formidable.

Zhuang Chen drew his sword and seemed to transform into a different person.

His eyes were sharp, even the running snot turned into two ’Green Swords’. Seeing his plump figure agile as unbelievable, with a light step, like a breeze brushing the willow, he easily dodged Zhao Changhe’s spear thrust.

Qin Yun’s pupils contracted slightly. ”Refining Tendons? This guy training for two years already stepped into Refining Tendons realm?”

This speed of cultivation surpassed his.

Taoist Longshan also took a sideways glance.

Divine Sword Old Man’s mouth curved upwards.

On the field, Zhuang Chen countered, wielding a wooden sword that held a dragon’s roar and tiger’s growl, heavy like a mountain pressing down.

Zhao Changhe was sweating at his forehead; his spear felt steady and solid.

Yet he couldn’t block.

Power and Martial Arts Realm weren’t on the same level.

A loud bang was heard, Zhao Changhe’s figure flew back, fell to the ground.

Several True Martial Sect disciples rushed forward to check for injuries, finding Zhao Changhe had gotten up on his own, his eyes filled with disbelief, as the wooden sword seemed like a mountain crushing him, as if to go against his bones and body, but at the crucial moment, the force disappeared altogether, he was just left in a messy fall, entirely unharmed. ”Sorry, I didn’t know you were so weak, almost didn’t restrain myself.”

Zhuang Chen’s words left him gnashing his teeth.

Yet, the sincerity in the other’s eyes was evident.

Taoist Longshan stared at Zhuang Chen, a bit unsure: ”Lifting Heavy as Light? So young, his Sword Dao is already at such a realm. Could this one possess the Innate Sword Bone?”

Divine Sword Old Man couldn’t help but laugh proudly: ”Your old bull nose has some knowledge, otherwise, do you think my Last Disciple is a mere plaything? Your eighth disciple indeed has talent, but Chen’er, if of the same age, may not be his opponent.”

Qin Yun lowered his head and clenched his fist, remaining silent.

Taoist Longshan, with admiration in his eyes, nodded slightly: ”Innate Sword Bone, along with a pure heart, Brother Sword God, you have taken a good disciple.”

Divine Sword Old Man felt extremely comfortable.

He chuckled to turn his head, wanting to see a change in Taoist Longshan’s expression, but to his astonishment, Taoist Longshan, although full of admiration, did not show the envy he had imagined.

Taoist Longshan secretly smiled.

Earlier, he might have felt some envy.

But since accepting Ning Qi, no matter what kind of genius disciple arises in the world, none could make him envious anymore.

He looked over.

And saw Ning Qi already getting up and heading towards Zhuang Chen.

Taoist Longshan hurriedly transmitted a thought: ”Jiu, hold back a bit.”

He feared his disciple might accidentally hurt the treasure of Divine Sword Old Man.

Probably on True Martial Mountain, he alone understood Ning Qi’s realm best.

Ning Qi nodded slightly.

He stopped a disciple ready to head up and said calmly: ”Let me do it.”

He saw clearly that the little chubby boy probably had just stepped into the Refining Tendons realm and possessed a decent realm of swordsmanship. Among all True Martial Sect disciples under ten, none could rival him.

Except for himself.

Ning Qi didn’t intend to hide and not appear; as a True Martial Sect True Disciple, it wasn’t possible to watch the little chubby boy rampage unscrupulously. It was merely a display of minor strength, no big deal.

He didn’t plan to wait until the disciples were beaten up one by one and then come out last as some savior amusement.

He wanted to solve it quickly and return to the Seeking Tao Institute to read.

Everyone was surprised.

After all, Ning Qi now appeared less frequently; in many True Martial Sect disciples’ eyes, Ning Qi had some mystery about him.

No time to think further.

Ning Qi was already facing Zhuang Chen. ”Little chubby, make your move.”

Zhuang Chen didn’t mind Ning Qi’s manner of address, he seriously said: ”Ning Qi, I don’t want to fight you. Step down.”

He initially intended to say ’Ning Qi, you’re not smart, I feel bad beating you,’ but thought that might be impolite, and chose a different way to express it.

However, Ning Qi could discern his thoughts from the look in Zhuang Chen’s eyes.

Ning Qi helplessly sighed.

He calmly exhaled, deciding to give this silly little chubby boy a lesson.