133: Sorry, my hand slipped.

The wind blew.

Dust filled the sky, swirled by the wind, drifting and scattering across the entire Sword Heart Plaza.

It also landed on everyone's heads and shoulders.

The center of the square was empty.

That Sword Testing Stone, which had stood for countless tens of thousands of years and carried the glory and dreams of all Sword Cultivators in Heavenly Sword City, was gone.

Dead silence.

A silence so profound that a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone remained in the same posture, mouths agape and eyes wide, like a group of puppets collectively frozen by a stabilization spell.

Their minds were blank.

In that instant, their worldview had been shattered into pieces by that gray Sword Qi, along with that massive stone.

"Clang."

Someone's long sword slipped from their hand and hit the ground, making a crisp, piercing sound.

This sound was like a thunderclap, waking everyone from that blank nightmare.

"The... the stone?"

A young Sword Cultivator's voice trembled, tinged with a sob.

"My huge Sword Testing Stone... how is it gone?"

"An illusion... it must be an illusion..."

"One strike... he... he only used one strike..."

The crowd erupted.

Countless gazes, as if seeing a ghost, converged on the green-robed figure slowly sheathing his sword.

In those gazes, there was no longer mockery, no longer disdain, no longer schadenfreude.

All that remained was the purest, most primal fear that seeped into their very bones.

Duan Tyanya stood frozen in place.

He looked at the dust drifting through the sky, then looked down at the sword in his hand that had left a four-and-a-half-inch mark, a sword he was once proud of.

An unprecedented sense of absurdity swept through his entire body.

What was he doing just now?

Was he showing off a handful of sand to an ocean that could shatter stars with a single strike?

Humiliation.

Endless humiliation, like an invisible giant hand, gripped his heart tightly!

Following that was a towering, uncontrollable rage!

"Ah—!"

He let out a beast-like roar, his eyes instantly turning blood-red!

"You! You destroyed the Sword Testing Stone!"

"You destroyed the Foundation of Heavenly Sword City!"

"You deserve to die!"

He had lost his mind.

He only knew that if he didn't kill the person in front of him, he, Duan Tyanya, and his Setting Sun Sword Sect would become the biggest joke in the entire Eastern Region!

"Sunset Melting Gold!"

The Early-stage True Immortal immortal essence within his body erupted madly without reservation!

The long sword "Chiyang" in his hand let out a high-pitched sword hum!

Brilliant golden light soared from the blade, transforming into a scorching, blinding, majestic sun!

The temperature of the entire square suddenly rose!

The air was scorched to the point of distortion, making a "sizzling" sound!

"It's Young Lord Duan's famous ultimate technique! 'Sunset Melting Gold Sword Art'!"

"He's going all out!"

The crowd let out a cry of alarm, scrambling backward for fear of being caught in that terrifying Sword Intent.

Ye Chenfeng stood in place, holding his sword.

He looked at that imposing golden sun, and a hint of impatience finally appeared on his calm face.

"Noisy."

He didn't even draw his sword again.

He simply raised his hand and used that simple, gray scabbard to lightly tap the golden sun.

The movement was as casual as shooing away an annoying fly.

"Buzz."

A soft sound.

The tip of the scabbard touched the center of the golden sun.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

That majestic sun, capable of melting gold and iron or boiling mountains and seas, just stopped in mid-air.

Then.

"Crack."

A faint sound, like glass shattering, rang out.

A black crack spread from the center of the golden sun.

One.

Two.

A thousand.

Ten thousand!

"Boom—!"

The golden sun exploded!

It turned into a sky full of golden spots of light, like a magnificent meteor shower.

"Pfft!"

Duan Tyanya felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow and spat out a spray of blood!

The Low Grade immortal-tier sword "Chiyang" in his hand shattered inch by inch, turning into a pile of scrap metal!

He flew backward like a broken kite, slamming hard into the stone steps at the edge of the square, his fate unknown.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

If shattering the Sword Testing Stone earlier was a shock...

Then now, shattering a True Immortal's full-strength strike with a scabbard...

This was a miracle.

The young man in fine clothes who had provoked him in the restaurant earlier, and those Disciples of the Setting Sun Sword Sect, were already paralyzed with fear, their crotches wet and warm.

Looking at that green-robed figure who was like a god or demon, they couldn't even muster a hint of resentment.

All that remained was endless despair.

Ye Chenfeng withdrew his scabbard.

He shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied with his failure to control his strength just now.

He turned, preparing to leave again.

Just then.

A vast, steady pressure, far exceeding the True Immortal realm, slowly descended from the sky.

"Your Excellency, what exquisite swordplay."

A gentle voice rang in everyone's ears.

Then, an elegant middle-aged man wearing the official robes of the City Lord's Manor appeared silently in the center of the square.

The aura emanating from him was clearly that of a Profound Immortal!

"It's Manager Lin of the City Lord's Manor!"

"Even he was alerted!"

Low cries broke out in the crowd again.

Manager Lin was the most powerful person under the Heavenly Sword City Lord, usually elusive, but today he had actually appeared in person!

Manager Lin ignored everyone.

His gaze, filled with a hint of wonder, curiosity, and gravity, fell upon Ye Chenfeng.

"I am Lin Boyong, Manager of the City Lord's Manor."

He actually bowed slightly to Ye Chenfeng.

"May I ask Your Excellency's honorable name?"

This time, everyone was dumbfounded.

A dignified Profound Immortal expert, the Manager of the City Lord's Manor, actually performed such a grand salute to a young man who seemed to be only in the Earth Immortal Realm?

Ye Chenfeng glanced at him, his voice flat.

"Ye Chenfeng, of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect."

Myriad Dao Divine Sect?

Lin Boyong quickly searched for this name in his mind.

He knew all the notable Sects in the Eastern Region, and even the entire Xuantian Immortal Domain, like the back of his hand.

But this "Myriad Dao Divine Sect," he had never heard of it.

An unknown Sect could actually cultivate such a Prodigy Disciple?

The curiosity in his heart grew even stronger.

"So it is a distinguished Disciple of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect, my apologies for the lack of respect." The smile on Lin Boyong's face became even warmer.

"Little Friend Ye's sword Dao is divine; meeting you today is truly the honor of my life."

"However..." He changed the subject, glanced at the pile of dust that was once the Sword Testing Stone and the unconscious Duan Tyanya in the distance, and a look of difficulty appeared on his face.

"Little Friend Ye's actions are perhaps somewhat inappropriate."

"What I cut was a stone," Ye Chenfeng said indifferently.

"Injuring him was his own humiliation."

Hearing this, Lin Boyong gave a bitter smile.

What a "self-inflicted humiliation."

These words were spoken dominantly, yet left one unable to refute.

"Little Friend Ye is right," Lin Boyong nodded.

"However, the Setting Sun Sword Sect is, after all, a local power in my Heavenly Sword City. If this matter isn't settled well, it might bring you a lot of trouble."

"I have already shown mercy," Ye Chenfeng said.

"If they come again, I don't mind making it so there is no longer a Setting Sun Sword Sect in Heavenly Sword City."

His voice was still flat.

But the cold, absolute confidence contained in those words made even Lin Boyong, a Profound Immortal expert, feel a shiver.

He had no doubt that the young man in front of him would do exactly what he said.

"Little Friend Ye is a straightforward person." Lin Boyong took a deep breath and stopped beating around the bush.

"My City Lord is very interested in your sword."

"I wonder if Little Friend Ye would do us the honor of coming to the City Lord's Manor for a chat?"

"I guarantee that the Setting Sun Sword Sect will not dare to bother you in the slightest."

This was an olive branch.

Everyone could hear that the City Lord's Manor wanted to protect this young man!

Ye Chenfeng originally wanted to refuse.

He came here only to test his sword.

Now, the sword had been tested.

He had no interest in these worldly disputes.

But Lin Boyong's next sentence changed his mind.

"To be honest." Lin Boyong lowered his voice.

"My City Lord has been troubled by something lately."

"The Eastern Region overlord, the Purple Cloud Sacred Land, will be holding an 'Eastern Region Prodigy Dao Discussion Meet' in the Imperial Capital of the Central Region in three days."

"My City Lord has also received an invitation."

Purple Cloud Sacred Land?

Ye Chenfeng's eyes flickered slightly.

This name sounded familiar.

It seemed that the pile of "firewood" his Revered Master hung at the entrance of the Qingming Mountain Range belonged to this Sacred Land.

"Dao Discussion Meet?" Ye Chenfeng asked.

"It's called a Dao discussion, but it's actually a show of force." A hint of disdain flashed in Lin Boyong's eyes.

"The Purple Cloud Sacred Land acts dominantly; this move is merely to pressure us Eastern Region forces and show off their ruling status."

"However, this time, the prize they've put up is quite extraordinary."

He paused, his voice carrying a hint of gravity and heat.

"A wisp of immortal emperor origin source!"

immortal emperor origin source!

These four words were like a bomb, creating a massive wave in the lake of Ye Chenfeng's heart!

He remembered his Revered Master's teachings.

He thought of the future of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect.

If he could obtain this, it would be a huge Opportunity for both himself and the Sect!

"My Revered Master once said," Ye Chenfeng looked at Lin Boyong and spoke slowly.

"The things of the world belong to those who are destined for them."

"Since it is a Dao discussion, I assume one's background doesn't matter?"

Hearing this, Lin Boyong's eyes instantly lit up!

He understood the meaning in Ye Chenfeng's words!

"Naturally!" Lin Boyong said quickly.

"As long as one is an Eastern Region Prodigy, they can participate!"

"With Little Friend Ye's strength, you will surely shine and make a name for yourself at that Dao Discussion Meet!"

"Fine."

Ye Chenfeng nodded.

"I'll go with you."

"Wonderful!" Lin Boyong was overjoyed.

He stepped aside and respectfully made a "please" gesture.

"Little Friend Ye, this way please."

Ye Chenfeng said no more and followed behind Lin Boyong.

The two of them slowly left Sword Heart Plaza amidst countless gazes of awe, envy, and jealousy.

Leaving behind only a mess.

And a legend that had just begun and was destined to shake the entire Eastern Region... Inside a quiet room in the City Lord's Manor.

Ye Chenfeng sat cross-legged.

The Heavenly Sword City Lord, a Golden Immortal Expert with an aura as deep as the sea, personally received him.

The two of them discussed the sword for an entire night.

From the first glimpse of the threshold to a clear sword heart.

From rampant Sword Qi to returning to simplicity.

The more the Heavenly Sword City Lord talked, the more shocked he became.

He found that this young man's insights into the sword Dao were actually deeper and purer than his own, a Golden Immortal who had been immersed in it for tens of thousands of years!

Especially when Ye Chenfeng casually demonstrated a basic opening move taught to him by his Revered Master, Chu Xuanjin.

The Heavenly Sword City Lord, this Golden Immortal Expert, attained enlightenment on the spot.

His Bottleneck, which had been stuck for thirty thousand years, actually showed signs of loosening under that one move!

At dawn.

The Heavenly Sword City Lord bowed deeply to Ye Chenfeng.

"Listening to your words is worth more than thirty thousand years of cultivation."

"Little Friend Ye, I will never forget this kindness."

"In three days, you shall travel with my flying boat to the Purple Cloud Sacred Land."

"At that time, no matter what happens, my Heavenly Sword City will stand and fall with you!"

He had already treated Ye Chenfeng as a Fellow Daoist of equal standing.

Or even, as half a teacher!

Ye Chenfeng Nod calmly。

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[A Scientific and Metaphysical Discussion on 0.1 Points]

After finishing today's update, I clicked on the backend, refreshed habitually, and then my pupils shook.

Huh?

I rubbed my eyes, confirming it wasn't an illusion from staying up late to write.

Rating: 6.9.

No, where's my dazzling, sparkling 7.0 that symbolizes a hundred million after rounding? My huge 7.0 was right here yesterday; how is it gone today?

An unusual atmosphere permeated the air. I pinched my fingers to calculate—no, I opened the big data analysis software, and after rigorous logical reasoning and meticulous scientific analysis, I reached a startling conclusion:

All of this was caused by your "silence."

According to the law of "Schrödinger's Binge-reading," when a reader only reads without speaking, they are in a superposition of "reading" and "dropping the book." This unstable state releases a mysterious negative energy. When this energy accumulates to a certain threshold, it precisely affects the rating System, resulting in a -0.1 critical hit.

And the way to neutralize this energy is exceptionally simple, one might even say it's effortless.

Every click on "remind for update," every "gift," every "hahaha" or "sending blades," can generate a positive "comment force field." When this field is strong enough, it can not only stabilize the rating but even reverse it, summoning the legendary "God of Updates."

Did you know? An author's typing speed isn't determined by hand speed, but by the "interaction index" in the backend.

> For every 10% increase in comment section activity, my typing speed increases by 50.

> For every 1 "remind for update," the characters' IQ temporarily increases by 5, avoiding some brain-dead behaviors you'd want to complain about.

> For every small gift received, I will suppress the urge to have the main characters hunted down and promise to give them an awesome scene.

Conversely, you understand.

Stable readership but a barren comment section? Very well, this shows everyone likes an immersive experience. To make your experience more immersive, tomorrow I might let the protagonist get stuck in a maze that takes three days and nights to walk out of—absolutely immersive, absolutely quiet.

Rating drops another 0.1? It's fine, fortunes change. I feel a certain supporting character has been having too smooth a time lately; it's time for him to experience some "small surprises" in life, like being hit by bird droppings when going out, choking on water, or being rejected three times in a row when trying to join a Revered Master.

So, my dear readers, my bread and butter.

The future of this book, the fate of the main characters—whether they become supreme Immortal Emperors or are captured to be handymen—this sacred right of decision is now in your hands.

Don't push me; I can write anything. (Except math problems)

(An author with a smile on his face, but who has quietly placed the "sending blades" and "sending sugar" folders in the most prominent position on the desktop, signing off.)

Last sentence: I'm really not padding the word count (doge.jpg)