51: Chapter 51 Among so many people, is there truly not a single one who meets his standards?

And now, this level of insight was actually even more intimidating.

As long as he was willing, he could recruit a crowd of world-shaking geniuses at any time.

Thinking of this, many people couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

This was today's most inconspicuous yet most terrifying ability.

And the situation on the stage proceeded exactly as Su Rui had predicted.

Xu Weixiong threw out the chi chi sword in her hand, and a sudden clap of thunder resounded in the clear sky.

Dark clouds billowed, and thunder fell from the Nine Heavens.

But at the very instant the Thunder Light fell, Shi Feixuan's sword tip was already lightly pressed against Xu Weixiong's throat.

"I lost."

Xu Weixiong admitted her defeat without any concealment, gave a hearty laugh, caught the falling chi chi sword, and leaped back to the stands.

...

The fourth battle ended, the winner—Shi Feixuan.

Sikong Changfeng announced the result and declared that today's matches would end here, with the remaining four matches held tomorrow.

Su Rui naturally would not stay long.

He directly took Li Hanyi and the others and left first.

By the time Sikong Changfeng finished handling his affairs and wanted to find someone, he realized that Su Rui's group had long since disappeared.

"That person might not necessarily intervene in this matter."

Baili Dongjun spoke up.

Beyond the martial arts competition, there was another major matter: dealing with the Demonic Cult's current operation.

The last time the Demonic Cult moved eastward, it was Li Changsheng alone with a single sword who turned the tide.

But this time, the City Lord personally stated he would not take action and said this matter would be left to the young people to handle.

Sikong Changfeng nodded slightly after hearing this.

He was right, but in his heart, he still hoped Su Rui would act; if so, the Demonic Cult's Heaven Beyond Heaven would likely suffer another great loss.

However, this might just be them overthinking.

Looking in the direction Su Rui had left, many people harbored their own thoughts.

After Su Rui and the others returned to the martial arts hall, the stream of visitors was endless.

Su Rui also rarely showed a hint of annoyance.

Originally, this was something worth being happy about.

Unfortunately, those who came had likely made a wasted trip.

Simply standing inside the gate and looking at the crowd gathered outside, he did not hesitate to firmly shut the martial arts hall's main gate.

"Master, is there not a single one who meets your satisfaction?"

Yin Luoxia's expression was slightly complex.

This was already the eighth batch of applicants.

Su Rui could only give a bitter smile, but by now he also roughly understood.

People with true potential were mostly already famous.

Trying to pick an outstanding individual from these masses was no different from searching for a needle in a haystack—laborious with little to gain.

"Forget it, let's put this matter aside for now."

As soon as Yin Luoxia heard this, she knew her Master had no intention of continuing the selection.

The crowd outside the gate was stunned.

Altogether, at least a thousand people had come to try out.

Most of these were young, promising, and talented youths with decent strength.

Yet, not a single person could enter the eyes of the martial arts hall.

If they hadn't seen the Martial Arts Hall Master take action on the Jingwu Platform with their own eyes, these people probably wouldn't have been able to restrain themselves from raising constant doubts.

But now, they could only silently accept it.

If it didn't work here, there were many other powers in the city to join.

The major powers that had just gathered to discuss dealing with the Demonic Cult's eastward advance also felt a bit of surprise after returning to their bases and hearing the reports from their Disciples.

No wonder Su Rui had so few Disciples around him.

Otherwise, with his cultivation, if he just showed a little of his skill, the threshold of the entire martial arts hall would probably be trampled down.

But among so many people, could it be that not a single one could really enter his Dharma Eye?

This was just too unbelievable.

Among that group, there was no lack of young talents who had already made a name for themselves in major powers.

Even so, everyone knew this was no easy task, which instead further piqued their desire.

This was no longer just a matter of being able to learn a peerless Cultivation Technique.

As long as one was recognized by this Hall Master, it was equivalent to having extraordinary Aptitude; one could become famous overnight and be recognized as a heaven-sent Genius.

For those young people eager to prove themselves, this was an almost irresistible temptation.

The White-Haired Immortal had just suppressed the Sword Qi fluctuations within his body when he heard his subordinate's report.

"You mean, a lot of people gathered at the entrance of that martial arts hall, all wanting to join them?"

"Yes, Protector Lord, that is indeed the case. Among them were many Disciples from major Schools, such as the Wen family, the Tang Clan, the Lei Clan, and Qingcheng Mountain."

A man with a gloomy face replied with a bow.

"Tell me in detail what happened today."

"Yes!"

Although somewhat puzzled, since the Protector had given the order, that person recounted the events that occurred at the Jingwu Platform today one by one.

"Wushuang City's City Master Zhao Guyan opened the peerless sword casket and launched thirteen swords at once?"

The White-Haired Immortal's expression darkened, and his tone became grave.

"Exactly, Lord. Wushuang City's Sword Control Technique is indeed mysterious and its power is extraordinary, but this time they chose the wrong opponent."

The peerless sword casket combined with the Sword Control Technique possessed startling power.

It was recorded in the Sacred Cult's past archives.

Back then, Wushuang City had established a century of foundation relying on only two generations of people who mastered this technique, showing its horror.

But the White-Haired Immortal also knew that the Sword Control Technique had extremely high requirements for the practitioner's talent.

It had to be someone whose nature was extremely compatible with the Way of the sword to possibly control it.

The difficulty was simply too great.

For this eastward expedition of the Sacred Cult, they hadn't originally viewed Wushuang City as a formidable enemy.

He hadn't expected Zhao Guyan to actually be able to open the peerless sword casket and release thirteen swords; it was indeed a potential threat.

"Protector Lord, there is no longer any need for us to pay much attention to Wushuang City."

As soon as these words were spoken, the White-Haired Immortal was slightly startled and showed a look of doubt.

"Because Zhao Guyan lost to that martial arts hall's Master. Before that, his Disciple Song Yanhui challenged the Hall Master's Disciple Li Hanyi, but the gap in strength was too vast; Song Yanhui couldn't even force out Li Hanyi's sword."

"Hmm, Li Hanyi's sword talent is indeed startling. When she awakened her Sword Intent back then, I also sensed it."

The White-Haired Immortal nodded.

Being able to control Sword Intent at that Realm, there was almost no suspense when facing someone who had not grasped a Concept.

"Afterward, Li Hanyi performed the Ten Thousand Swords Art, a rain of swords covering the sky and the entire Jingwu Platform. Then Zhao Guyan personally stepped in, but he was blocked by that Hall Master."

"Did he use Sword Intent?"

The White-Haired Immortal suddenly asked.

"The Protector Lord is wise, that was indeed the case. However, this Hall Master's Sword Intent was like a blade of grass—seemingly weak, yet extremely sharp, as if it could split heaven and earth."

The White-Haired Immortal nodded slightly.

He had the most experience with this, as the influence of that Sword Intent still remained in his body.

Only, why would Sword Intent be related to a blade of grass?

"Zhao Guyan unified the thirteen Flying Swords into one, but under this Sword Intent, he didn't even have a chance to strike before he was completely wiped out."

The man narrated with a respectful expression.

These details were not secret; he had already sent people to blend into the audience, so he naturally received a detailed report.

"That Hall Master personally said that Zhao Guyan only has one month left to live, and even the peerless sword casket was lost to that Hall Master!"

The White-Haired Immortal nodded gently; no wonder.

If it were really like this, then Wushuang City indeed didn't need much more attention.

"However, Protector Lord, while participating in the assembly, we discovered an interesting character!"

"Who?"

"Murong Fu of Gusu from the Great Song!"

Murong Fu?

Mo Qixuan whispered the name and signaled the person in front of him to continue.

"Lord, this Murong Fu is a descendant of the Yan State from a hundred years ago, and it is said he has been working to restore his country. It's just that this person seems a bit muddled, thinking that as long as he makes a name for himself in the Jianghu, he can restore his old country, not knowing that the true reliance is on thousands of troops and horses!"

Restoring a country?

Mo Qixuan repeated softly, suddenly developing some interest.

Speaking of restoring a country, when Heaven Beyond Heaven was first established, it also used that banner.

It's just that later, they lost too miserably.

"Make contact; if there is any use for him, it wouldn't hurt to try."

"Yes, Lord, I will arrange for people to make contact immediately."

"Wait a moment, how is the plan progressing?"

"Protector Lord, the arrangements outside the city are almost complete, but inside the city still needs some time. Currently, the city is surging with crowds, and it's difficult for the Law Enforcement Team to cover everything, but once exposed, the entire plan will be ruined, so we must be exceptionally cautious."

"Roughly how much longer?"

"Seven days should be enough to complete it."

"Then act in seven days. The primary targets are those Disciples from various Schools in front of the martial arts hall; it's best to leave not a single one!"

Su Rui's strength made Mo Qixuan extremely wary.

They had arranged the Hundred Mile Solitary Void Array this time, specifically designed for Snow Moon City.

If those Disciples died in front of the martial arts hall, what would happen between Su Rui and the major powers?

Mo Qixuan already had a prediction in his heart—with that Hall Master's ability, it would be difficult for him to deal with so many powers at the same time.

And their goal was merely to make Snow Moon City too busy to look after itself.

This was already enough.

If that Hall Master were to act in anger and fall out with the various Schools, that would be even better.

"Yes, Protector Lord, I will go arrange it right away!"

"That would be for the best!"

Mo Qixuan nodded with satisfaction, waved the person away, and then walked into the secret room alone to continue healing.

Meanwhile, in an inn not far from the martial arts hall.

"Young Master, not a single person was accepted by the martial arts hall today; they were all turned away, said to have insufficient Aptitude!"

Feng Biaoe's eyes were full of shock.

Northern Li truly had no lack of geniuses.

Among the people he saw today, many were young and already possessed decent cultivation, yet they still failed to pass the Hall Master's assessment.

This was a bit too harsh.

As soon as Feng Biaoe said this, Murong Fu's mood immediately improved quite a bit.

One doesn't fear that no one is capable, only that one is the only one who isn't.

Previously, Su Rui had said in public that his Aptitude was insufficient, and Murong Fu had been momentarily overcome with anger.

But what could he do?

He couldn't afford to provoke the other party, so he could only suppress his anger in the depths of his heart, not even daring to show a hint of it.

Now hearing that so many young talents had also been rejected, his heart naturally felt much more balanced.

It's not that I'm not excellent enough, it's that the Hall Master is too strict.

Thinking of this, another idea surfaced in Murong Fu's mind.

When Su Rui rejected him in public before, he had once thought it was to humiliate him.

Looking at it now, that might not necessarily be the case.

Perhaps he could try making contact again?

After all, Su Rui's martial arts were too strong.

Murong Fu knew in his heart that as long as he could establish even a bit of a relationship with this Hall Master, it would be of great help to his future actions.

"What do you think if we sponsor him to build another martial arts hall?"

Murong Fu suddenly spoke.