77: Gu Xiran: Then... I’ll give you a sword!

Hiss!

Arrogant, truly too arrogant.

Everyone was greatly shocked by Su Changqing's words.

He would personally visit Zen Heart Temple three months later and 'bestow' a few moves upon him.

Damn it, it was as if he was giving charity.

Venerable Master Huineng's face was ashen, looking extremely displeased.

He hadn't expected this kid to be not only arrogant but also cunning.

Originally, he wanted Wuchen to decisively defeat Su Changqing in front of everyone, which would not only restore his Buddhist heart but also thoroughly humiliate the opponent in front of all Martial Artists in the world.

But unexpectedly, Su Changqing proposed a three-month agreement.

Venerable Master Huineng said indifferently:

"Since that is the case, then three months from now, this monk awaits the grand arrival of Benefactor Su."

Although the time was postponed to three months later, Venerable Master Huineng did not believe Su Changqing could win.

After all, Wuchen was no ordinary Martial Artist; he was one of the most top-tier Prodigies in the entire Heavenly Martial Continent.

Not only was his cultivation speed extremely fast, but his combat power was Heaven-Defying.

Even if Su Changqing's talent was strong, it was still unknown whether he could Breakthrough to the Tiangang Realm in three months, let alone fight Wuchen.

It was merely postponing his defeat by three months.

"Alright, old monk, wash your neck clean and await this Saint's arrival."

Su Changqing said with a beaming smile.

The mockery in his words was evident.

Venerable Master Huineng's face darkened, but he found it difficult to say anything more.

Below, countless Martial Artists looked in Su Changqing's direction with eyes full of admiration.

Su Changqing was absolutely the first to dare speak to the Abbot of Zen Heart Temple, a Saint Realm Expert, in such a manner.

Terrifying!

Truly too terrifying!

Li Muxi sat in the front row below, her beautiful eyes fixed on her Revered Master from beginning to end, her face occasionally flushed.

Tsk tsk tsk.

As expected of Revered Master.

Venerable Master Huineng grunted, preparing to leave with Wuchen.

Just then, a clear and cold voice stopped him.

"Wait."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Gu Xiran slowly stand up, her expression calm, her face showing an indescribable indifference.

Seeing his Junior Sister like this, Mo Ming's heart immediately sank, as if he had guessed what was about to happen.

"Is there something, Benefactor?"

Venerable Master Huineng asked.

Gu Xiran: "Since you bullied my Disciple, as her Revered Master, I cannot remain indifferent."

"Then... I'll gift you a sword strike!"

"Old monk, behold my sword!"

Everyone present was stunned.

What the hell?

Fairy Gu was going to attack Venerable Master Huineng?

And Venerable Master Huineng was also stunned, not expecting Gu Xiran to dare to make a move against him.

The next moment.

A terrifying Sword Qi surged forth.

That Sword Qi carried endless Saint might, containing the grand momentum of heaven and earth; a green Sword Qi permeated the sky, and its terrifying aura made countless Martial Artists tremble.

Especially those Martial Artists with weaker cultivation, who were now in a state of panic.

Even those Supreme Realm Martial Artists couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

In this move, Gu Xiran had not held back at all; it was terrifying.

With one sword strike, heaven and earth changed color.

Venerable Master Huineng's face also changed, and the Golden Buddha Body behind him condensed; the dozens of meters tall Golden Buddha Body was immensely vast, and it swung out a palm.

"Rumble!!"

"..."

In an instant, the collision of their moves caused the entire world to change color, and the Tai Xuan Sect trembled incessantly.

After all, this was a confrontation between two Saint Realm Experts, and its power was extraordinary.

As for the Martial Artists below, fortunately, Mo Ming and Ancestor Xuan intervened in time, blocking the aftershocks of the attack, otherwise, Martial Artists with slightly weaker strength might have been shaken to death.

In such a battle between Saint Realm Experts, let alone watching, even being within a hundred li radius was life-threatening.

"Bang!"

When the smoke cleared, everyone looked at the scene.

They saw Gu Xiran calmly sheathe her sword, her exquisitely beautiful face icy cold, resembling an ice-cold Fairy.

Venerable Master Huineng's face, however, was filled with shock.

Although his Golden Buddha Body had blocked Gu Xiran's sword strike, one of its fingers had broken off.

While this was not a serious injury and meant little to him,

But!

Venerable Master Huineng was a Saint Realm Late Stage Martial Artist, while Gu Xiran, at a young age, had already Breakthrough to the Saint Realm Early Stage, and a single move could actually cause him damage.

Perhaps he hadn't used his full strength.

But it was definitely not something a Saint Realm Early Stage Martial Artist could achieve.

Gu Xiran's current strength... was probably comparable to a Saint Realm Middle Stage Martial Artist.

Thinking of this, Venerable Master Huineng's face became even more unsightly.

The foundation of this Tai Xuan Sect was truly terrifying.

Gu Xiran snorted coldly:

"Old monk, you can scram now."

Venerable Master Huineng's face was grim.

Although he really wanted to make a move, he looked at Ancestor Xuan, then at Wei Shengwu, and still decisively gave up.

If he dared to make a move in the Tai Xuan Sect, he probably wouldn't be able to leave the Sect.

Venerable Master Huineng let out a soft snort and chanted a Buddhist prayer:

"Amitabha, this monk takes his leave."

With that, he departed with Wuchen.

Seeing this, Wei Shengwu curled his lips in disdain:

"What a piece of trash, he doesn't even have the guts to make a move, truly an old coward."

Wei Shengwu's face was full of contempt.

This old fellow was accustomed to being overbearing.

But today, he didn't even dare to fart, truly laughable.

Ancestor Xuan also sneered.

The numerous Martial Artists present cheered, feeling greatly satisfied.

This Saint's Investiture Ceremony today was truly worth it.

Not only did they witness the domineering presence of the Tai Xuan Sect Saint, but they also witnessed a Saint Realm Expert making a move.

The renowned Great Master Venerable Master Huineng fled in embarrassment.

All of this would probably shock the entire Heavenly Martial Continent.

"Good kid, this Venerable thinks highly of you."

Wei Shengwu grinned, looking very pleased.

Su Changqing heard this, and the corner of his mouth slightly curved upward:

"Thank you, Sect Leader Wei."

Wei Shengwu waved his hand, laughed heartily, and then returned to his seat.

Mo Ming looked very pleased, saying with a smile:

"The Saint's Investiture Ceremony continues!"

Before long, Su Changqing returned to Mo Ming's side, countless gazes fixed upon him.

Lin Xuanyi and Nangong Ling's eyes were tightly fixed on Su Changqing, a strong interest flickering within their gazes.

"Ling'er, how is this Tai Xuan Sect Saint?"

Nangong Bo asked with a smile.

Nangong Ling pondered for a moment, then said:

"He's alright, a little clever."

A little clever?

Nangong Bo smiled and shook his head, not saying much more.

Su Changqing was not just a little clever.

His talent and methods were absolutely top-notch.

Such a being would probably become famous throughout the entire Heavenly Martial Continent before long.

His son was good in every aspect, except for being overly arrogant.

On the other side, the Sword Sect Sect Master glanced at his Disciple and said with a smile:

"Xuanyi, what do you think of this Tai Xuan Sect Saint?"

Lin Xuanyi heard this, and a hint of interest appeared on his usually calm face.

"Very smart, with good methods."

"Most importantly, I sensed a very strong Sword Intent from him, it seems... stronger than mine."

Lin Xuanyi whispered.

As a Sword Cultivator with an innate Sword Body, Lin Xuanyi's perception of Sword Intent far surpassed ordinary people.

He could feel that Su Changqing possessed a very strong Sword Intent.

"He, perhaps, is the strongest opponent I've encountered."