46: Chapter 46 Nine-Leaf Sword Grass?

Everyone in the audience was shaken to the core.

"Wushuang City truly lives up to its reputation!"

The Confucian Sword Immortal looked up at the giant sword in the sky, his voice filled with amazement.

This strike was bound to be earth-shattering.

But judging from Zhao Guyan's words, this Move likely used his own essence, energy, and spirit as a catalyst, bordering on a life-risking gamble.

"He said he hasn't fully mastered it, so he had to perform it this way."

The Head of the Wen Family sighed softly.

"The Sword Immortal of Wushuang City back then could probably perform this Move multiple times; otherwise, no matter how many famous sword geniuses there were, they wouldn't be able to withstand such consumption."

The Lei Family Elder remarked with emotion.

"Not necessarily. This Move must come with a huge price, otherwise Wushuang City wouldn't have declined to this point."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone nodded in agreement.

That was likely the case.

"This Move is called 'Unrivaled Under Heaven'. This Junior makes bold to ask Your Excellency to show your strongest sword!"

Zhao Guyan's voice echoed between heaven and earth like thunder.

Su Rui gave a soft sigh, his figure rising slowly into the high sky as if unbound by gravity.

"Very well, as you wish!"

His words were calm yet contained a power that pierced the heart, echoing between heaven and earth.

"Eh, Hanyi, these words sound so much like what Master used to say!"

Sikong Qianluo blinked and suddenly said excitedly.

"Don't talk, just watch closely. Master has never truly made a Move before."

Li Hanyi patted her head gently, her tone calm but carrying a hint of unquestionable authority, her eyes fixed on Su Rui in the air.

Yin Luoxia's Face was also full of excitement.

This time he won't be able to hide it, right? One moment he says he's Ninth Grade, the next he seems to be in the Zizai Earth Realm...

Mu Liangyue and the Su Sisters were already flushed, their bodies trembling slightly, unable to hide their excitement.

In the crowd, Su Muyu looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.

Sikong Baili also slowly stood up.

Finally, were they going to see Su Rui's true strength?

Luo Qingyang put away his paper and brush, looking at the sky with a devout expression.

He had a premonition that this Martial Arts Hall Master, Li Hanyi's Master, was definitely ranked among the top of the guanjue ranking, or perhaps... he had already surpassed the ranking itself.

At this moment, everyone held their breath in anticipation.

The expressions of the Confucian Sword Immortal and the others also became incredibly solemn.

The scene was silent; no one spoke, all waiting for Su Rui to act.

The participants of the grand competition were also tense, their hearts racing.

The previous Sword Control Art had already left them in awe.

And now, after Su Rui easily countered it, what kind of ultimate technique would he display?

Xing Hun stared intently at the sky; he had not forgotten the mission he carried.

Hidden in the shadows, Li Changsheng was also tense, the terrifying feeling of the Sword Intent entering his body that day involuntarily resurfacing in his mind.

High above the Jingwu Platform, a massive golden sword wrapped in flames stood majestic, like a divine weapon descending to the world.

Opposite it, Su Rui floated quietly, his robes fluttering, looking like an Immortal descending.

Zhao Guyan waited quietly, waiting for Su Rui to make his Move.

A soft sigh.

Everyone was momentarily stunned, and then they felt as if everything around them had frozen.

Only their consciousness could still function.

Su Rui slowly drew the Cheng Ying Sword, and a blurry shadow gradually coalesced behind him.

A Sword Intent that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth quietly spread out.

Everyone's hearts inexplicably tightened at this moment.

Even if only their consciousness was still working, that sense of pressure was incredibly real.

This was the threat of death.

What kind of Move was this?

What kind of Sword Intent was this?

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Su Rui's back.

Suddenly, a bright green sprout slowly emerged, as if absorbing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, quietly growing and sprouting tender leaves.

That... was actually a stalk of wild grass.

Nine leaves swayed gently in the wind, looking no different from the weeds found in the mountains.

How was this possible?

What kind of Sword Intent was this?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Sword Intent is a Martial Artist's comprehension of the Way of the Sword.

But who had ever seen someone comprehend such earth-shattering Sword Intent from a single stalk of grass?

That sharp edge that seemed capable of tearing through heaven and earth was slowly radiating from this stalk of grass.

Everyone's hearts were filled with doubt.

But two people were trembling with excitement.

In a secret room somewhere far away, someone was doing their best to dissolve a lingering trace of Sword Intent in their body.

However, the moment the green grass appeared behind Su Rui, the White-Haired Immortal suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of terror.

Again?

But he soon realized that this time the Sword Intent wasn't aimed at him, but had simply spread out unintentionally.

This instead made him feel even more stifled.

In the shadows, Li Changsheng's eyes were like lamps, flashing with light.

This is it! This is it!

It was exactly this Sword Intent that had made him flee in panic.

Li Changsheng wasn't the type of person who cared desperately about Face; if he was scared away, he was scared away, and he wouldn't deny it.

"So it was just a stalk of grass."

Li Changsheng nodded and spoke to himself, his Face then full of helplessness.

But what did that have to do with anything?

Why could a stalk of grass emit such a world-destroying aura?

No one could understand.

Only Su Rui knew.

This seemingly ordinary green grass was actually one of the Ten Great Primordial Evils, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

At its peak, a wave of its leaves could cut through time and space and tear through the Void Realm.

Now, Su Rui could only barely manifest a wisp of its phantom image.

But this was already enough.

Under this Sword Intent, the giant sword Zhao Guyan had condensed from thirteen Flying Swords began to crumble and dissipate before it could even strike.

Thirteen swords and a figure fell from the sky.

Su Rui gave a gentle wave, and a blast of Qi descended—it was unclear if it was to save or to kill.

The phantom of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass slowly faded away.

Except for the faint traces of Sword Intent still lingering in the air, everything seemed to return to its original state.

However, the scene of Su Rui reaching out to stroke the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass as it floated was deeply engraved in everyone's minds.

"You have one full month left; arrange your affairs as soon as possible!"

Originally, Zhao Guyan was going to perform that killing strike at the cost of burning his life.

But now, before his life had finished burning, his ultimate Move had been shattered by Su Rui's single strike.

Song Yanhui rushed over and supported the unsteady Zhao Guyan.

"We're going back to Wushuang City!"

Zhao Guyan cast a grateful glance toward Su Rui, and with a flick of his fingers, the thirteen swords returned to the casket.

The peerless sword casket let out a clicking sound, closed again, and slowly flew toward Su Rui.

He lightly guided a wisp of True Qi to catch the sword casket, gave a slight nod, and then turned to gracefully take his seat.

It wasn't until Su Rui was once again firmly seated in his original place that everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, their tense nerves finally relaxing slightly.

"Teacher, that Sword Intent... is it your own?"

Sikong Qianluo's eyes were wide, her voice full of curiosity.

She really couldn't contain the questions in her heart.

How exactly did her teacher use a stalk of green grass as the Origin of his Sword Intent?

And why was he strong to such an extent?

"It's not my Sword Intent; that is the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass's own Sword Intent."

Su Rui shook his head gently, not offering much explanation.

"Nine-Leaf Sword Grass?"

Yin Luoxia, Li Hanyi, and Mu Liangyue repeated the name in low voices, lost in thought.

They had never heard of this name.

Many people around also heard Su Rui's words and looked at each other with bitter smiles on their Faces.

No one had heard of this kind of grass.

It seemed this was not as simple as ordinary flora.

Everyone finally had a bit of understanding.

However, the strength Su Rui displayed had indeed deeply shocked everyone.

Zhao Guyan's life-burning strike had actually dissipated into nothingness before it could even be launched in the Face of that Sword Intent!

If this were told to others, no one would believe it.

The Knower of Everything, Ji Ruofeng, was completely dazed at this moment.

What was going on?

This was too exaggerated!

Top of the guanjue ranking? That wasn't even enough!

No, perhaps a special ranking should be created just for Su Rui.

But Ji Ruofeng didn't understand Su Rui's thoughts and didn't dare to make a decision on his own.

Zhao Guyan slowly departed, supported by Song Yanhui.

The field was suddenly filled with chatter as voices began to rise.

Countless gazes would occasionally drift toward Su Rui's side.

"Teacher, you said you're only in the Zizai Earth Realm, but that Move just now was definitely not the strength an Earth Realm should have!"

Yin Luoxia had a smile on her Face, her eyes flashing with a probing light.

Hearing this, the people around all rolled their eyes.

If Su Rui was really in the Earth Realm, they would cut off their heads and kick them like balls.

That sword strike just now had the power of at least a Half-Step Divine Roaming Realm.

Hearing Yin Luoxia's words, everyone already had a conclusion in their hearts.

Those truly high-level experts always liked to keep a low profile.

Just like the City Lord of Snow Moon City back then, who even personally crippled his own cultivation.

How many people in the world could hide their Realm to such an extent?

As for Su Rui, everyone now unanimously agreed that he simply couldn't be seen through.

The aura he displayed was indeed Earth Realm.

But if anyone really thought he was just in the Earth Realm, they were a total fool.

Everyone present already understood in their hearts:

A person like Su Rui should only be befriended and never made an enemy.

Fortunately, from what they could see so far, his temperament was peaceful.

As long as one didn't actively provoke him, staying by his side was quite safe.

Of course, geniuses were an exception.

He had once publicly said the word "mediocrity" in the martial arts hall, showing that he looked at true geniuses differently.

Sikong Qianluo held the massive peerless sword casket, her Face full of curiosity.

It was just that the sword casket was really too big; it was difficult for her to control it alone.

Mu Liangyue and the other two helped steady it. She observed and fiddled with it, occasionally letting out exclamations.

Suddenly, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"By the way, Teacher, why did that old fellow leave the peerless sword casket to you?"

The peerless sword casket was almost the symbol of Wushuang City.

It could almost be equated with the Sword Control Technique.

Zhao Guyan had actually left such a thing, which represented a city, and handed it to Su Rui in front of everyone.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Sikong Qianluo felt there was more to this.

"Well..."

Su Rui gave a soft sigh.

Wushuang City was no longer what it used to be.

It could be said that it rose because of the Sword Control Technique and failed because of it as well.

If every generation could produce a Genius who could perfectly wield the peerless sword casket, perhaps today's Wushuang City would still be the true Number One City Under Heaven.

And it wouldn't have lost the words "Under Heaven" from its title.

Unfortunately, such geniuses were few and far between.

But Wushuang City still found it hard to let go of its past glory.

One could say they were stubborn to the end.

Su Rui explained in a low voice to Sikong Qianluo, finally concluding:

"This time Zhao Guyan has made up his mind to completely change Wushuang City's current situation. Maybe it will become better, maybe it will become worse."

Sikong Qianluo's eyes widened as she listened.

"Teacher, you mean... Wushuang City is going to give up the Sword Control Technique?"

Her Face was full of shock, her expression one of disbelief.

This was way too unexpected!