56: Supreme Emperor's Taichu Sword

"Chaos Sword Qi inherently contains the sharpness to split heaven and earth. You only need to guard your mind, making the Sword Qi Move as an extension of your arm. Strike when you want to strike, without hesitation."

Fang Hanyu took a deep breath, gripping the "Flowing Frost" sword in his hand, his eyes burning with a fervent light.

He finally understood that this "Sever" character technique was not about brute force, but about absolute control over Sword Qi—that domineering yet precise sense of "everything can be severed."

Before he could ponder further, Gu Changge's figure flickered. The Sword Shadows around him suddenly dispersed, transforming into countless specks of light. As they landed, they etched intricate array patterns onto the bluestone slab.

As the specks of light swirled, they subtly coalesced into the phantom of a sword, which lightly thrust into the Void Realm.

"Buzz—"

The waterfall a thousand feet away was suddenly cleaved in half by an invisible Sword Qi. The water column hung suspended in mid-air, only to thunderously crash down three breaths later.

"This is the 'Conceal' character technique, using Chaos Qi to form a Sword Array, killing invisibly."

Gu Changge withdrew his hand, and the Sword Shadows and array patterns instantly vanished, as if they had never appeared.

"Your Physique is special; you can conceal Sword Qi within the Chaos Qi flow, so even a Saint Realm expert might not detect it."

Fang Hanyu clenched his fists, fine sweat beading on his palms.

Before, when he Cultivated the sword, he only knew to pursue the sharpness of sword Moves, but he never knew the sword could be used like this—not for killing, but rather like borrowing the Laws of heaven and earth.

Fang Hanyu took the Jade Slip. The moment his fingertips touched its surface, he was enveloped by a vast Chaos Aura, as if he were in the Grandmist of creation.

Gu Changge seemed to have thought of something.

At this moment, Gu Changge flicked his finger, and a faint light streaked across. The Supreme Emperor Weapon, Primordial Sword, floated before Fang Hanyu.

This was something Gu Changge had obtained from a previous sign-in.

It was a long sword that flowed with a chaotic luster throughout. Its scabbard seemed to be forged from Nine Heavens Profound Iron mixed with Chaos Stone, covered in intricate Emperor patterns, with faint Dragon and Phoenix phantoms coiling on the scabbard.

Even unsheathed, it exuded an Aura of looking down on the world, causing the surrounding Spiritual Qi to stagnate.

Similar to Xiao Ruobai's Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd before, Gu Changge had also placed a Seal on this Supreme Emperor Weapon. What it displayed now was merely at the Celestial level.

For now, it was sufficient. As his cultivation advanced, he would gradually unlock the remaining Seals.

If he truly encountered an insurmountable powerful enemy, the Supreme Emperor Weapon would break through its Seal to protect its Master.

"Your Senior Martial Uncle gave you a welcoming gift, so my Master's initiation gift certainly won't be inferior."

Gu Changge handed over the Primordial Sword, its blade reflecting countless tiny rays of light in the sunlight.

"This sword shares the same Origin as your Chaos Sword Body, but it is too overbearing. I have Sealed most of its power.

As your cultivation advances, each layer of Seal you unlock will allow you to comprehend a further sliver of the true meaning of the Emperor Dao."

He widened his eyes, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the long sword, his eyes filled with astonishment and reverence.

The moment Fang Hanyu's fingertips touched the hilt, the Chaos Sword Qi within his body surged uncontrollably, as if resonating with the Chaos Origin within the sword!

"Thank you, Master!"

He took a deep breath, bowed deeply to Gu Changge, and then turned to rush towards the waterfall behind the mountain, the hem of his plain white Daoist robe fluttering in the wind, exuding a certain fierce spirit of a Sword Cultivator.

Gu Changge watched his retreating figure. A Chaos Sword Body paired with a Chaos Sword Art—let alone the mere Eastern Region, even the myriad worlds of the Nine Heavens should witness this...

Time flew by.

Fang Hanyu stood by the waterfall daily, unmoving. As soon as the morning light illuminated the mist, he would already be seated cross-legged, allowing the icy water to crash onto his back as Chaos Sword Qi slowly circulated through his Meridians.

When the sun rose to mid-sky, he would draw his Primordial Sword and practice the "Sever" character technique, swinging his sword at the splashing water.

Little Black Bird always loved to perch on his shoulder, watching him swing his sword to cleave the splashing water, occasionally pecking his topknot with its sharp beak, as if urging him to improve faster.

Thanks to the rich Spiritual Qi of Zizhu Peak and Gu Changge's occasional guidance on the Chaos Sword Art, his cultivation, which had dropped after almost having his Physique stripped in the Great Yan Forbidden Ground, steadily recovered. He was now firmly at the Elementary Purple Mansion Realm.

His Chaos Sword Body was even more refined, exuding a faint sharpness with every Move.

Ever since Fang Hanyu began to recover his cultivation, Xiao Ruobai seemed to have ignited his Battle Intent, Cultivating ten times harder than before.

Every day, before dawn, he would carry his long halberd and rush into the back mountains, specifically seeking out Yao Beasts with slightly higher cultivation than himself to fight. He often returned covered in wounds, only to plunge back into the cultivation of Battle Qi the next day.

Finally, on a clear morning half a month later, as the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, Xiao Ruobai let out a long roar in the back mountains. The Aura of the Early Stage Purple Mansion Realm spread out like a tide, shaking the surrounding Yao Beasts into scattered flight.

He stood at the mountain peak, gripping his long halberd, looking at the Battle Qi condensed in his palm, which was several times more refined than before. He couldn't help but burst into laughter—finally, he had caught up with his Junior Brother.

That afternoon, Xiao Ruobai returned from the back mountains, carrying his long halberd. As he reached the waterfall, he was dazzled by the splashing Sword Light.

He threw down the cloth stained with Yao Beast blood, put his hands on his hips, and shouted, "Junior Brother, want to spar?"

Fang Hanyu sheathed his sword and turned around.

"Alright."

The two walked to an open space not far away. Xiao Ruobai slammed his long halberd down, its tip sinking half an inch into the ground, and Battle Qi rose like wolf smoke: "I won't hold back."

"Senior Brother, please do your best."

Fang Hanyu held his sword horizontally before his chest. Although the Primordial Sword was Sealed, it was already connected to his heart. Its blade glowed with a warm luster in the sunlight.

Xiao Ruobai let out a low shout, sweeping his long halberd horizontally, bringing a sharp whistling wind directly towards Fang Hanyu's face.

This strike was incredibly fierce, the halberd tip carrying a sharp Battle Qi, seemingly about to hit his face.

Fang Hanyu lightly tapped his toes, his figure retreating like willow catkins. At the same time, he twisted his wrist, and the Primordial Sword slid up the halberd shaft, its spine precisely knocking against the crescent moon tip of the halberd.

With a crisp "ding," both retreated three steps, evenly matched.

A hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Ruobai's eyes: "Not bad, Junior Brother, you've improved quite a bit."

The two exchanged blows, their Moves growing increasingly fierce.

Xiao Ruobai's long halberd swung wide, each strike carrying immense force, creating deep pits in the ground.

Fang Hanyu's swordplay, however, was agile and swift. The Sword Light followed him like a shadow, always managing to avoid attacks at the last possible moment while simultaneously counterattacking.

After fifty Moves, fine sweat beaded on Xiao Ruobai's forehead, and Fang Hanyu's breathing was also slightly hurried, but the Battle Intent in both their eyes grew even more intense.

Xiao Ruobai suddenly let out a loud shout, raising his long halberd high. Battle Qi converged into a massive phantom, striking fiercely towards Fang Hanyu.

Fang Hanyu was not to be outdone. The Chaos Sword Qi on the Primordial Sword surged, forming a solid Sword Shield, while the sword tip pointed directly at the core of the halberd phantom.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the shockwave generated by the collision of Battle Qi and Sword Qi spread outwards, blowing the surrounding trees askew.

As the dust settled, both stood in place. Xiao Ruobai's long halberd was plunged into the ground before him, and Fang Hanyu's Primordial Sword was also propped on the ground. Both their chests heaved; for a moment, neither had gained an advantage.

Xiao Ruobai looked at Fang Hanyu and suddenly burst into laughter: "Good lad, I didn't expect you to be so strong now. We've fought to a draw."

Fang Hanyu also sheathed his sword and nodded slightly: "Senior Brother's strength also far exceeded my expectations."

Xiao Ruobai patted his shoulder, thinking that he would have to work even harder in the future. He couldn't possibly let the Great Master's Aura weaken.

That morning, just as dawn was breaking, three long bell tolls suddenly pierced the tranquility of Zizhu Peak, their penetrating resonance echoing among the various peaks of the Azure Profound Sect.

It was the signal for the Sect Grand Competition to begin.

"Let's go."

Gu Changge was already seated on a bamboo couch, twirling a purple crystal grape between his fingers, his gaze sweeping over his two Disciples, ready to depart.

Xiao Ruobai carried his long halberd on his back, the cold gleam of its tip covered by a cloth sleeve, revealing only half of its dark halberd shaft.

Fang Hanyu's "Flowing Frost" sword at his waist also had its sharpness restrained. His plain white Daoist robe made him appear even leaner, with only the sharpness hidden in his eyes being even more intense than half a month ago.

The two responded and followed. Little Black Bird fluttered up, landing on Gu Changge's shoulder, tilting its head to preen its feathers, looking as if it were going to watch the excitement.

Stepping out of the mists of Zizhu Peak, the clamor from the training grounds was already like a surging tide.

Disciples from various peaks, wearing unified uniforms, were lined up in order along the edges of the square, their young faces filled with tension and anticipation.

Only the three from Zizhu Peak, in their plain clothes, stood out particularly in the crowd.

Three chapters today, brothers, charge!!!