Supreme Sword Exalt

Fang Xing could not help but let out a cold laugh. “Questioning the sword? How arrogant!”

The crowd began to jeer and mock.

“You don’t know your place!”

“What right do you have to question the sword?!”

“You think you’re so great just because you are the Eastern Wasteland’s number one heavenly pride?”

“The Central Continent is teeming with talented people, not a place your little corner can compare to!”

Even those Saint realm cultivators wore displeased expressions. Arrogant and ignorant!

The vast Central Continent was divided into an outer ring[1] and an inner layer[2]. In just the outer ring alone, the number of geniuses far exceeded that of the Eastern Wasteland, with outstanding figures like Sword Prince. As for the inner layer, there existed unparalleled heavenly prides from ancient lineages. Once they emerged, countless glories would fall upon them, putting countless geniuses of the world to shame.

Hence, aside from a select few, everyone else looked down upon outsiders from the bone. Gu Han’s words had undoubtedly touched the deep-seated pride within them, making them very uncomfortable.

Li family’s old ancestor stroked his beard, smiling faintly. “Everyone, did you know that in the Eastern Wasteland, as long as someone enters the Saint realm, they can establish a Holy Land and call themselves a Holy Master? The sheer arrogance!”

The Liu Yun Ancient sect master said with a hint of mockery, “You can’t blame them. In their place, the Saint realm represents the pinnacle of cultivators. Short-sighted people often tend to be especially conceited.”

“We are all Saint realm cultivators here, yet which of us would dare to do such a thing?”

Their words struck a chord with the other Saint realm cultivators. Establish a Holy Land? Call oneself a Holy Master?

If anyone below the Feather Transformation realm did such a thing in the Central Continent, they would definitely become a laughingstock. Besides, despite the name, Holy Lands had nothing to do with Saint realm cultivators

Among the crowd, only the branch president of the Tian Yun Merchant Association remained silent, merely staring curiously at Gu Han.

Upon seeing the crowd’s united front, Gu Han felt even more repulsed. “Fatty, are all you Central Continent people like this?”

Fatty was displeased. “What do you mean ‘you people’! After all, I’m the Heaven-Conquering Prince of the Great Flame Empire. I count as an Eastern Wasteland native. I have nothing to do with these bastards!”

Fu Dahai said fairly, “Gu Han, that’s not entirely true. Take Fellow Daoist Luoheng, for instance. He also has an extremely haughty temperament, yet when have you ever seen them look down on people from the Eastern Wasteland? As for these types of people, the more incompetent they are, the louder they bark!”

Gu Han deeply agreed. As for the Luoheng Holy Land’s conduct, one could see it clearly from Wang Yong.

The group was unconvinced, yet none dared to openly refute him.

Sword Prince glanced at the sword qi surrounding Gu Han. “Releasing sword qi externally? You do have some skill, no wonder you’re so arrogant, but is that your sword?

“No wonder you refused to let me see it before. As a sword cultivator, you can get by without a famous sword of the world, but you still need a decent sword. Can this thing of yours even be called a sword?”

The crowd paused. Only then did they notice how shabby and worn Gu Han’s sword was. Not only could they not determine what material it was made of, but a portion of its tip was also missing.

In contrast, Sword Prince’s sword radiated a clear, gleaming light, exuding agility and mystery. Engraved with mysterious inscriptions, the majestic blade showed a deep blue color. Anyone who saw it would praise it as a fine sword. One glance was enough to tell who was superior.

The crowd secretly sneered. With a sword like that, he still dares call himself the Eastern Wasteland’s number one heavenly pride? How delusional must he be to think he can compete with the Sword Prince? Truly a frog at the bottom of a well, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!

Gu Han glanced at the sword. “My old friend, someone looked down on you. What should we do?”

The sword shared his thoughts, trembling continuously. Cut it down! Cut down both the man and his sword!

Gu Han smiled. “Alright. Then we’ll cut them all down.”

Fu Dahai was somewhat worried. “Kid, your condition...”

He wasn’t worried about Gu Han’s strength, but rather the curse which would prevent Gu Han from going all out.

Although Sword Prince was not the most outstanding heavenly pride in the Central Continent, he was still one of only two individuals in this region to achieve nine rings from the Dao Bell.

As a third-stage Transcendent cultivator, he was quite formidable, and his comprehension of the Sword Dao was profound.

Gu Han shook his head. “Senior, rest assured. The problem has been resolved. Today, I will definitely cut him down!”

Fatty nodded repeatedly. “Exactly! If I’d known he was such a piece of work, I would have dealt with him long ago!”

Sword Prince furrowed his brow slightly. “Fu Yulin, since you insist on being stubborn and going your own way, don’t blame me for disregarding our past bond. If he dies by my sword, you must reveal the opportunity so that everyone’s trip here won’t have been in vain! What do you think? Do you dare?”

The crowd secretly praised him, “How responsible you are, Sword Prince!”

Fatty said with utter disdain, “Opportunity my ass! Doesn’t the Fang family have two saint herbs? Use those to gamble! If you die, give us your family’s saint herbs. Do you dare?!”

Gu Han said calmly, “Fatty, don’t forget the Transcendent Substance!”

Fatty caught on immediately. “Right! And three hundred drops of the Transcendent Substance. I will stake it all against you. Do you dare?!”

The Transcendent Substance was the very foundation of Transcendent realm cultivators. Condensing one drop meant reaching the Half-Step Transcendent realm. Ten drops was the quantity an ordinary cultivator required to step into the Transcendent realm.

As for Fatty and Gu Han, the amount of Transcendent Substance they required to advance far exceeded ten drops. Moreover, constrained by aptitude and cultivation methods, the speed at which cultivators condensed Transcendent Substance varied greatly.

Fast ones like Fatty could condense a drop every few months, while slower ones like Wu De and Duan Ren could only condense a few drops over dozens or even hundreds of years. Above all, consuming Transcendent Substance was the fastest way to advance.

Although this substance was not as rare as saint herbs, it was still extremely difficult to find. Ordinary cultivators would never find any unless they struck gold. Each family had different methods, so the amount of Transcendent Substance they could obtain varied.

A family with profound foundations like the Fu family only had about three hundred drops in stock. As for the Fang family, they were roughly similar to the Fu family.

Fatty stared at Sword Prince. “Dare you?”

Sword Prince smiled. “Since you’re offering up these things so willingly, how could I possibly refuse?”

Fang Xing glanced at Fu Dahai. “Fellow Daoist Fang, does he have the right?”

Fu Dahai gave him a contemptuous look and coldly spat out. “Bring it on!”

Fang Xing’s eyes lit up. “Fine! The Fang family accepts your gamble!”

Even with Fu Dahai presiding over it, their family’s foundations would be reduced by more than half if they lost, leading to their downfall. If that happened, the Fang family would stand alone as the dominant power in this region.

Though Fang Xing deemed Gu Han very strong, he had even more confidence in Sword Prince. His faith stemmed from the old blind man’s assessment back then, with his sword being “not a bad sword.”

Beside Sword Prince, Wu Sheng clasped his hands. “Brother Sword, everything you’ve done is to help us uphold justice and seek fairness. This battle of yours is for the honor of the Central Continent. As people of the Central Continent, we cannot stand idly by. Although the Wu family’s foundations are not strong, we are still willing to advance and retreat together with you!”

Wu Guang stared at his son with approval. “Exactly! The Wu family also has one saint herb, three half-saint herbs, and one hundred drops of Transcendent Substance. I’ll wager them against the Fu family!”

Then, he glanced at Fu Dahai with a glint of hatred. “The only question is, does the Fu family have enough wagers?”

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2. 内层 ☜