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Chapter 11: A Swordsmanship Genius Unseen in Thirty Thousand Years:
Above the Absolute Beginning Holy Sect, the dark clouds of thunder suddenly dissipated, and a dazzling golden sword aura, like a radiant sun, stood between heaven and earth, replacing the vast sky.
Gu Xiaosang's gaze froze for a moment. Then, she suddenly let out a light laugh. It seemed she had been overthinking things.
Indeed, Gu Chen's cultivation progress was astonishing, far beyond what he used to be, even faster than that of an ordinary genius.
However, in the face of the shocking sword aura that the young master had just displayed, all her worries vanished without a trace.
How could a tiny firefly compete with the bright moon?
As she looked at the young master, who continued to quietly read the ancient swordsmanship texts, Gu Xiaosang suddenly realized that she had never truly understood how terrifying Su Mu really was.
What she saw was always just the tip of the iceberg!
In the sky, Yan Yunkong stood frozen, staring at the blazing sword aura that had just passed by him.
Even if it had deviated slightly, it would have pierced through him!
After a long while, a bitter smile finally appeared on his face. He had thought that by stepping into the Heavenly Gate realm, he would be qualified to compete with Su Mu again. But this terrifying sword intent shattered all his confidence!
Not far away, Jiang Feng, the last candidate for Holy Son who had been watching Yan Yunkong's breakthrough, couldn't help but twitch his mouth at this scene, letting out a helpless sigh.
What was there left to compete for?
He was also on the verge of making a breakthrough into the Heavenly Gate Realm, but was still accumulating his foundation. Yet, it seemed that even after making a breakthrough, it wouldn't make any difference.
Bang!
At this moment, Yan Yunkong landed in front of Jiang Feng. The two exchanged a glance, and the once-competitive rivals now shared a sense of mutual pity.
"Drink?"
After a silent moment, Yan Yunkong suddenly suggested.
"Not competing anymore?" Jiang Feng chuckled oddly.
"Compete for what? That damn sword could chop us both into pieces. Compete with what?" Yan Yunkong rolled his eyes.
"Alright, then let's drink until we drop." Jiang Feng laughed heartily. With their hopes for the position of Holy Son completely dashed, they felt a surprising sense of relief. The two Holy Son candidates, now free of their burdens, went off to drink together.
The rest of the Absolute Beginning Holy Sect, however, found it hard to stay calm.
"Hiss, when did Young Master Su Mu develop such terrifying swordsmanship? Just now, my sword almost flew out of my hand, trembling and scared, as if it wanted to bow down in the direction of the Third Peak!"
"The ancient poem says, 'The ancient sword gleams cold, forged over thousands of years...' Only after seeing that sword did I truly understand the meaning behind those words!"
"Young Master Yan Yunkong is truly pitiful. After finally making a breakthrough into the Heavenly Gate realm, he finds out that... Young Master Su Mu's cultivation has become even more absurd."
"Who said earlier that the position of the Holy Son was still uncertain?"
"Ahem, did anyone say that?"
The entire Absolute Beginning Holy Sect was abuzz with discussion. Many female disciples looked toward the Third Peak with shining eyes, their admiration almost written on their faces.
At the main peak, amidst the brilliant glow of auspicious clouds, a middle-aged man wearing purple robes gazed at the towering golden sword aura. He gently extended his hand, calming the restless ancient sword at his waist, his eyes full of amusement.
"That Su Mu, he really didn't leave any face for Yunkong!"
"But for him to touch upon the realm of swordsmanship while still in the Heavenly Gate Realm... Tsk tsk, in the thirty thousand years of history, there has never been such a monstrous swordsmanship genius!"
"This time, no one will dare to challenge the position of Holy Son..."
He was in a rather good mood.
The Absolute Beginning Holy Sect had a history spanning hundreds of thousands of years, and naturally, not everyone was of one mind. As the current Sacred Lord, he had always favored Su Mu, but some of the Supreme Elders had leaned more toward Yan Yunkong or supported Jiang Feng. In short, there were many factions.
But now, with this one sword...
All doubts would be dispelled. No one would dare to deny Su Mu's qualifications anymore!
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(In the prison)
Gu Chen looked out through the only window in the dark room, his eyes flashing with deep admiration as he stared at the golden sword aura shining like the sun.
"What terrifying sword intent!"
"Even from such a distance, my skin feels slightly pricked."
"Indeed, this Holy Land, with its inheritance spanning tens of thousands of years, is not something Su Mu can dominate alone. The one who released this sword aura must be a formidable rival for the position of Holy Son!"
"Maybe I can find a way to sow discord between him and Su Mu..."
The scarlet demoness sighed, "..."
She raised her hand to her forehead, her rosy lips twitching slightly.
Should she tell Gu Chen that the one who unleashed this sword aura was none other than Su Mu, the person he despised so much?
Or maybe not!
If she told him, Gu Chen's state of mind might completely collapse.
After all, he had just been praising the 'mysterious person' who released the sword aura with such high regard.
But then again, Su Mu's talent was truly terrifying. To touch upon the realm of swordsmanship while still in the Heavenly Gate Realm was remarkable even in ancient times; he would undoubtedly have a place among the elites!
"It really is strange. With such incredible talent, why is his fortune so dark it's almost purple?"
The red-robed demoness muttered to herself, deeply puzzled.
She didn’t know that before Su Mu started to drain Gu Chen's luck, his fortune wasn't dark purple...
It was pitch black!
At this moment, a disciple of the Absolute Beginning Holy Sect, responsible for guarding the prison, approached and pushed in a fairly hearty meal. "Gu Chen, it's time to eat!"
"Coming."
Gu Chen withdrew his gaze and smiled as he accepted the meal.
During this time, he had been relying on his master's guidance to help this jailer with some cultivation problems, which had greatly increased the jailer's goodwill toward him. The jailer had been taking good care of him.
"Brother Wang, who was the genius that unleashed that terrifying sword aura outside?" Gu Chen asked casually while eating.
The scarlet demoness rolled her eyes. This was like setting himself up for disappointment. No one else to blame but him.
"Oh, that sword aura?" The jailer, unaware that Gu Chen was imprisoned because of Su Mu, would never have dared to be so familiar with him if he had known.
Hearing Gu Chen's question, he chuckled and replied, "Who else could it be? Of course, it's none other than Young Master Su Mu, one of the three Holy Son candidates! Oh, wait, I guess there won't be three Holy Son candidates anymore, just one Holy Son, Su Mu..."
Gu Chen instantly froze. He didn’t hear a word of what the jailer said after that. The moment he heard the name "Su Mu," it was as if ten thousand thunderbolts exploded in his mind.
Thinking back to how he had just praised the person who unleashed that sword aura, Gu Chen felt a wave of darkness wash over him, as if he had been slapped repeatedly in the face. It burned with humiliation!
-To be continued!
T/N: Thanks for reading!
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