155: The eldest brother's sparring partner is a bit of a burden on the sect.

On the square, Wang Duojin watched Lei Jingtian's departing back and rubbed his chin with satisfaction, as if admiring a piece of art that was about to appreciate significantly in value.

"Not bad, not bad. Another Divine Grade blue-chip asset added to the books. Our Sect's balance sheet is looking much better now."

Gongsun Yan rolled her eyes at him helplessly.

"Third Senior Brother, can you stop treating our Junior Brothers like commodities?"

"How are they commodities?" Wang Duojin immediately retorted with a serious expression. "These are the most precious core assets of our Myriad Dao Divine Sect! They are the original shares that will leverage the heavens and myriad worlds in the future! They must be meticulously cared for and carefully cultivated to maximize their value!"

Ye Chenfeng did not join their argument.

He looked down at his left arm, which had fully recovered and was even more condensed than before. He then felt the hole in the immortal robe on his back, which was being slowly repaired by some mysterious Law.

He remained silent.

"First Senior Brother." Gongsun Yan turned her gaze toward him with concern. "Are you alright? Although the curse has been lifted, your Origin was damaged after all."

"It's fine." Ye Chenfeng shook his head.

He stood up straight, and the slightly scattered aura caused by his injuries became restrained and deep once again.

However, within that depth, there was a hint of restlessness that only he could feel.

After devouring the Sword Emperor's Origin and the Heavenly Devil Emperor's remnant soul, his Chaos Sword Body was like a Taotie that had overeaten.

It seemed powerful, but in reality, it was superficial.

The battle with those three Golden Immortals had exposed this problem completely.

He could obliterate an Early Stage Golden Immortal with a single sword strike.

Yet, he was beaten into such a sorry state by the combined efforts of Golden Immortals in the middle and Late Stages.

He even had to use the disciple token bestowed by Revered Master to escape.

This was not his sword Dao.

"I need to go somewhere," Ye Chenfeng spoke slowly... "The Ten Thousand Swords Tomb."

Rather than a tomb, it was more like a bottomless, massive abyss.

Ye Chenfeng stood at the edge of the abyss and looked down.

There was no bottom within the abyss.

There were only endless swords.

They were either plunged into the cliff walls, floating in the air, or gathered in groups of three or five to form small sword arrays that slowly circulated.

Every single sword emitted its own unique aura.

Sharp, overbearing, feminine, treacherous, majestic, deathly... billions of types of Sword Intent intertwined here to form a chaotic yet grand symphonic epic.

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and leaped down.

He did not ride a sword or fly.

He simply allowed his body to fall into that ocean of swords.

"Hum—!"

The moment he fell in.

It was as if a drop of water had fallen into a boiling pot of oil!

The entire Ten Thousand Swords Tomb boiled instantly!

Hundreds of long swords closest to him emitted sharp sword cries in unison!

Like sharks smelling blood, they turned into streaks of light and lunged toward Ye Chenfeng from all directions!

Every streak of light represented the lifelong learning of a True Immortal Realm Sword Cultivator!

Ye Chenfeng's eyes were as calm as water.

Mid-air, his body twisted, and the ancient long sword in his hand had unsheathed at some unknown point.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

A series of dense, crisp sounds, like rain hitting banana leaves!

His figure wove through the hundred sword lights, dodging, parrying, and counterattacking.

Every strike precisely tapped the spines of those Flying Swords.

He only used clever force to brush them aside, without damaging them in the slightest.

He was like a Revered Master dancer, dancing gracefully in this storm of swords.

However, this was only the beginning.

As he continued to fall, more and more Flying Swords were disturbed.

A thousand!

Ten thousand!

A hundred thousand!

They converged into a torrent of steel, roaring to tear this outsider who dared to intrude into their territory to shreds!

The pressure on Ye Chenfeng suddenly intensified!

Tiny wounds began to appear on his body.

Every wound represented a bizarre sword Move he had never seen before.

But his eyes grew brighter and brighter!

The Chaos Sword Qi within his body circulated frantically.

The foreign Sword Intents invading his body were not expelled; instead, he actively guided, absorbed, and then crushed and analyzed them with the Chaos Millstone!

He was fighting.

He was also learning.

And even more so, he was digesting!

No one knew how much time had passed.

He finally fell to the bottom of the abyss.

There was no ground here.

Only a vast plain composed of billions of broken swords.

And in the center of the plain, a "Sword Mountain" piled high with countless Sharp Weapons stood majestically.

Ye Chenfeng leaned on his sword, half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.

His clothes were tattered, and his body was covered in thousands of sword scars, large and small.

But his eyes were as bright as the most brilliant stars in the night sky.

"Still not enough."

He murmured softly.

These were just appetizers.

He looked up, his gaze falling upon that Sword Mountain.

He could feel that truly terrifying existences slept there.

Just then.

A dull footstep, like the booming of a war drum, slowly approached from behind him.

"Thud."

"Thud."

"Thud."

Ye Chenfeng whipped his head around.

He saw a tall youth with golden hair and golden pupils, carrying a dark-gold dragon emperor halberd on his shoulder, walking down step by step from the edge of the abyss.

With every step he took, the humming Flying Swords nearby seemed to encounter a natural enemy, emitting a collective wail and retreating far away.

That peerlessly overbearing dragon pressure actually forced the myriad swords to bow their heads!

It was Zhao Wuyou.

"Why are you here?" Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly.

Zhao Wuyou did not answer.

He walked up to Ye Chenfeng and stood still.

Those golden pupils sized Ye Chenfeng up, finally resting on the dense sword scars on his body.

There was no sympathy or worry in his eyes.

Only a sliver of pure, undisguised Battle Intent.

"Third Senior Brother said you were injured."

Zhao Wuyou's voice was deep and raspy.

"Besieged by three Golden Immortals."

Ye Chenfeng nodded.

"And then?"

Zhao Wuyou slammed the dragon emperor halberd in his hand heavily onto the ground!

"Boom!"

The entire broken sword plain shook violently!

"And then."

He looked up, a raging fire burning in his golden eyes.

"Fight me."

Ye Chenfeng was stunned.

He looked at Zhao Wuyou's face, which was written all over with "desire," and for a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This battle maniac.

His brain truly functioned differently from normal people.

"I need to recover," Ye Chenfeng said.

"Fighting is the best recovery."

Zhao Wuyou's answer was matter-of-fact.

"Come, First Senior Brother."

"Let me see the power that could injure you."

"And let you see if I've been slacking off lately."

The words fell.

He wasted no more breath!

"Roar—!"

A high-pitched dragon roar erupted from within him!

Golden Dragon Qi soared into the sky!

His body rose steadily within the Dragon Qi, instantly transforming into a hundred-foot-tall Dragon God form!

That archaic, savage, overbearing, and destructive pressure from the Primordial era descended with a bang!

"Dragon God Transformation!"

The dragon emperor halberd in his hand also swelled, like a divine pillar supporting the heavens!

"Battle!"

He roared, and with one sweep of the halberd, he struck toward Ye Chenfeng!

No fancy Moves.

Only the purest, most extreme power!

This strike seemed as if it would sweep this space, along with the billions of broken swords, into nothingness!

Ye Chenfeng's pupils shrank slightly.

From this strike, he felt a terrifying power sufficient to threaten him!

He did not meet it head-on.

Tapping his toes on a sword hilt, his figure drifted backward like a fallen leaf.

"Boom—!"

The dragon emperor halberd swept past the tip of his nose!

Behind him, the plain of broken swords was forcibly plowed into a terrifying trench a hundred feet wide and bottomless!

Countless broken swords were crushed into primal iron powder under that violent force!

If Wang Duojin saw this, he would probably be clutching his account books and wailing in grief.

"Hiding?"

Zhao Wuyou grinned, a smile full of wild charm.

"First Senior Brother, doesn't your sword only know how to attack?"

With a flick of his wrist, the massive dragon emperor halberd seemed to come alive, turning into a golden whirlwind and smashing down toward Ye Chenfeng's head once again!

Ye Chenfeng's gaze also gradually changed.

That calmness was replaced by an equally fiery Battle Intent.

"Fine."

He gave a light shout.

"Then, let's fight!"

He no longer dodged!

Facing that strike that felt like Mount Tai pressing down, he advanced instead of retreating!

He twirled the long sword in his hand.

Gray Chaos Sword Qi coiled around it.

"One sword to deflect."

His sword did not clash with the edge of the dragon emperor halberd.

Instead, at an incredible angle, it lightly tapped a negligible node on the massive halberd's shaft!

"Ting!"

A soft sound.

Zhao Wuyou felt as if his terrifying power, enough to shatter stars, had struck a ball of slippery cotton.

No, it wasn't cotton.

It was a frantically spinning vortex!

His peerlessly overbearing power was actually forcibly diverted!

"Rumble!"

The dragon emperor halberd struck empty air once again!

Another massive trench appeared on the broken sword plain!

Meanwhile, Ye Chenfeng had used the counter-force to drift above Zhao Wuyou's head!

"One sword for the flaw."

He thrust his sword!

The target was the only gap between the dragon scales at the neck after Zhao Wuyou's Dragon God Transformation!

Fast!

Accurate!

Ruthless!

If this strike landed, even with Zhao Wuyou's Archaic Dragon God Body, he would be heavily injured on the spot!

"Well done!"

The Battle Intent in Zhao Wuyou's eyes grew even stronger!

He actually didn't dodge or avoid it!

He allowed that lethal sword to strike his vital point!

Simultaneously, his left hand formed a claw, carrying terrifying dragon power that tore through space, and clawed fiercely at Ye Chenfeng's chest!

Trading injuries!

Risking his life!

This was his way of fighting!

Ye Chenfeng's frown deepened.

This lunatic!

He didn't want to end up in a mutual defeat with Zhao Wuyou here.

With a flick of his wrist, his sword stance instantly changed from a thrust to a horizontal slap.

"Pa!"

A dull thud.

The ancient sword blade slapped Zhao Wuyou hard on the face.

The massive force caused Zhao Wuyou's enormous body to stagger.

And Ye Chenfeng used this force to drift away once more.

The two faced each other from a distance, both completely unharmed.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Wuyou rubbed his somewhat numb face and laughed instead of getting angry. "Refreshingly painful! Again!"

Just as the two were about to clash again.

The disciple token at Ye Chenfeng's waist vibrated slightly.

A cold message, devoid of any emotion, entered his mind.

It was Su Linger.

The message was short, just one sentence.

[The Scavengers: three Immortal Lords, thirty-seven Golden Immortals, and one hundred and eight strongholds were all wiped out one incense stick's time ago. Myriad Dao Pavilion suffered seven casualties.] (Though it's a bit far-fetched, just assume experts from the Immortal Dynasty helped.)

Ye Chenfeng's movements froze.

Zhao Wuyou's Battle Intent also solidified.

The two looked at each other, both seeing an inexpressible shock in the other's eyes.

Three Immortal Lords.

Thirty-seven Golden Immortals.

Such a massive organization, enough to stir up a bloodbath in any region of the Immortal Realm.

Just like that, within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, it was... wiped out?

This was Second Senior Sister's power?

This was the efficiency of the Myriad Dao Pavilion?

The two fell silent.

An unprecedented sense of urgency welled up in their hearts.

They seemed to be unable to keep up with the Sect's development speed.

Just then.

A lazy voice echoed in both their minds simultaneously.

"Played enough?"

It was Revered Master!

"Your Disciples wouldn't dare!" The two hurriedly bowed.

"Chenfeng," Chu Xuanjin's voice spoke directly to Ye Chenfeng.

He continued.

"Western Region, Abyssal Demon Ridge."

"That 'primal demon stele' thing is a trap."

"The one who set the trap is Old Demon Black Mountain's Revered Master, an old monster of an Immortal Lord who is about to die."

"He wants to find a perfect Cauldron for Possession and Rebirth."

Ye Chenfeng's heart skipped a beat.

"What does Revered Master mean?"

"Go," Chu Xuanjin's voice carried a hint of amusement.

"Since someone has set the stage and invited the actors, how can our Myriad Dao Divine Sect not go and be part of the audience?"

"Oh, right."

"This time, you won't be going alone."

Chu Xuanjin's voice paused.

"Wuyou, you go as well."

"Also, Wushang, Qianhuan, Hua Ying, Jinnian, Yan'er, and Duojin."

"All eight of you will go."

"They are holding a Prodigy Assembly."

"You guys go and turn it into a class reunion."

"Remember."

Chu Xuanjin's voice became meaningful.

"Don't ruin the show."

"You are going there to reason with them."

"As for how to reason..."

"Your First Senior Brother will teach you."

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(PS: The following is filler text, skip if you don't want to read)

Revered Master's Divine Thought quietly receded like a tide, leaving only the phrase "Your First Senior Brother will teach you" echoing in the abyss.

Zhao Wuyou carried the dragon emperor halberd on his shoulder, excitedly about to ask what exactly that "reasoning" was.

But at that moment, Ye Chenfeng suddenly turned around.

He didn't look at Zhao Wuyou, nor did he look at the Sword Mountain. His gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness of the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, through this screen made of words, and fell directly upon you. (Those reader lords who are ten thousand times more handsome than the protagonist.)

His gaze was calm and deep, yet carried a hint of inquiry. At that moment, you might even have an illusion—he saw you.

He was silent for a moment, the corner of his mouth curling into an unnoticeable arc, as if talking to himself, or as if whispering a question to you:

"Did you think the reasoning I'm going to teach is the reasoning of the sword?"

He slowly sheathed his sword, making a soft "clang" sound, as if that sound was the only answer to the question.

"No."

"The first lesson I'm going to teach them is how to make those self-righteous fellows..."

"Shut up."

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