Su Changyu fell into a state of utter shock.
He was completely dumbfounded.
Truly, utterly dumbfounded.
At first, he had thought Ye Ping was bragging.
But the sword moves Ye Ping had just displayed completely overturned Su Changyu’s entire worldview.
Did this world truly possess a peerless sword dao genius?
Hiss!
Hiss!
Hiss!
Su Changyu sucked in three sharp breaths of cold air.
He felt like he was dreaming.
He pinched his thigh.
Pain.
A piercing pain.
This meant he wasn’t dreaming.
His master really had recruited a peerless sword dao genius as his little junior brother.
This was freaking absurd.
Qingyun Dao Sect, a third-rate sect that couldn’t even compare to a chicken coop, had truly produced a dragon?
At this very moment, Su Changyu felt his entire body go numb.
It felt like he had been electrocuted.
Mainly because this was simply something impossible.
Yet it had actually happened.
Overnight, he achieved enlightenment on the Four Thunder Sword Technique.
Overnight, he achieved enlightenment to the point of Great Perfection in the Four Thunder Sword Technique.
Overnight, he even grasped a portion of sword momentum.
If this wasn’t a freak, what was?
Even a peerless sword dao genius couldn’t accomplish this, right?
As an insider of the sword dao circle, Su Changyu deeply understood how terrifying the Four Thunder Sword Technique was.
Created through the painstaking effort of Daoist Siji, one thousand four hundred and sixty moves were required to reach the pinnacle, summoning the heavenly thunder of the four seasons to slay enemies.
He, Su Changyu, through hard work, diligence, and painstaking effort, with over ten years of bitter cultivation, had only managed to bring the Spring Thunder Sword Art to the level of barely glimpsing the threshold.
Yet this little junior brother before his eyes had actually cultivated the entire Four Thunder Sword Technique to Great Perfection overnight.
Born as a human, I am sorry.
Right now, Su Changyu was filled with nothing but shock. What remained was sourness—so jealous, so jealous.
Why, when I am so handsome, is my sword dao talent so mediocre?
Why, when he is only somewhat delicate-looking, is his sword dao talent so terrifying?
Why, why, why?
Could it be that I was born into the wrong world?
Su Changyu’s heart was already churning with turmoil.
Ye Ping’s talent could be described as unprecedented and unrivaled. At least for Su Changyu, achieving Great Perfection in the Four Thunder Sword Technique overnight—forgedt the entire Jin Kingdom, he could claim to be number one among the Ten Kingdoms.
Faced with such peerless talent, he couldn’t help but be shocked, and he couldn’t help but be jealous.
Not far away.
After finishing his demonstration of the Four Thunder Sword Technique, Ye Ping himself hadn’t expected that he could comprehend an additional thirty-two sword moves.
But it had to be said, this sword technique was truly powerful.
He didn’t have any magical power and had relied solely on the sword moves to shatter a giant boulder. Once he truly stepped onto the path of cultivation, wouldn’t he be able to fly?
However, Ye Ping didn’t show any joy on his face. Instead, he looked toward Su Changyu.
“Eldest Senior Brother, what do you think?”
Ye Ping asked, neither servile nor overbearing.
In the distance, Su Changyu was still in a complete daze, not having come back to his senses.
“Eldest Senior Brother?”
Ye Ping called out once more.
In the next moment, Su Changyu returned to his senses.
“Ahem.”
Su Changyu coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness.
He looked at Ye Ping, his expression still calm, but his heart couldn’t stop pounding with shock.
“Eldest Senior Brother, do you think this Junior Brother has talent?”
Ye Ping continued to ask.
Talent?
How was this merely having talent?
Calling him number one in the Ten Kingdoms would be an insult.
But Su Changyu didn’t dare say that.
If he said that, what if his little junior brother ran away?
Previously, he had been worried that if Ye Ping left, the sect wouldn’t be able to advance to third grade.
Now it was different.
If a peerless sword dao genius ran away, everyone in the sect would be devastated.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
They absolutely could not let Ye Ping run.
Thinking this, Su Changyu took a deep breath and spoke with a stiff upper lip.
“Mediocre, I suppose.”
After these words came out, Su Changyu felt his face burn red.
This was called mediocre?
If this was mediocre, then all sword cultivators in the Ten Kingdoms could just drop dead.
But he had no choice. He could only force himself to say this.
He couldn’t possibly say, “Little Junior Brother, your sword dao talent is simply peerless. Don’t stay in this sect anymore; hurry up and go to a great sect.”
Wouldn’t that be brain-dead behavior?
“Eldest Senior Brother, please speak plainly. This Junior Brother understands his own talent. You don’t need to comfort me. But rest assured, Senior Brother, although my aptitude is rather poor, this Junior Brother will definitely put even more heart into practicing swordsmanship. Please be at ease on this point.”
Receiving the answer, Ye Ping immediately understood what “mediocre” meant.
“Mediocre” meant very poor, but they were too embarrassed to say it directly for fear of offending someone.
So Ye Ping understood that his sword dao talent wasn’t good. However, he was prepared for this and wasn’t upset, but he still had to speak his mind.
When these words were spoken, Su Changyu felt even worse. A sense of guilt immediately welled up in his heart.
“Junior Brother, continue comprehending the sword scars. Don’t think too much. Senior Brother won’t give up on you. I’ll come again in a few days.”
Right now, Su Changyu didn’t want to do anything else; he just wanted to hurry and find the Sect Leader.
This matter was too huge.
It wasn’t something he could weigh alone. He absolutely had to go to the Sect Leader.
“Alright. Senior Brother, take care.”
After hearing Su Changyu’s words, Ye Ping immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they didn’t expel him from the sect, he was willing to do anything.
It wasn’t that Ye Ping was shamelessly clinging to Qingyun Dao Sect.
Rather, over the past half-year, he had participated in over fifty Immortal Ascension Conferences. Whether it was great sects or small sects, after testing his cultivation aptitude, none of them wanted him.
To put it unpleasantly, leaving aside the fact that his aptitude was poor to begin with, even if his aptitude defied the heavens, what then?
With no sect willing to accept him, was he supposed to gaze at the stars alone and suddenly achieve enlightenment on the Grand Dao?
Opportunities were left for those who were prepared. Having seized this chance, Ye Ping couldn’t possibly let go. Furthermore, everyone in this sect was a peerless master; he was even less likely to leave.
Half an incense stick later.
Qingyun Grand Hall.
Su Changyu’s extremely anxious voice rang out.
“Sect Leader!”
“Sect Leader!”
“Sect Leader, something huge has happened, something huge!”
Su Changyu’s extremely anxious voice rang out.
Inside the grand hall.
Taihua Daoist was in the middle of planning Qingyun Dao Sect’s promotion to a third-grade sect.
Upon hearing Su Changyu’s voice, Taihua Daoist couldn’t help but awaken from his thoughts.
“Changyu, what are you doing, panicking like this? You are the sect’s Eldest Senior Brother. You must maintain your bearing at all times. Especially now that your little junior brother has arrived, you must pay even more attention to your image.”
Taihua Daoist stood up, speaking in a lecturing tone.
“Sect Leader, something truly huge has happened.”
Su Changyu walked into the grand hall, then directly closed the door behind him. He looked at Taihua Daoist, breathing rapidly.
“What huge thing happened? Has that little junior brother of yours discovered our sect’s secret?”
Taihua Daoist was also somewhat nervous and couldn’t help asking this.
“No, no.”
Su Changyu was having a bit of trouble breathing. He had rushed all the way here without caring one bit about his image, so he was somewhat panting.
“If not, what are you afraid of? So impatient and rash. You don’t look like an immortal cultivator at all.”
Hearing that it wasn’t about this, Taihua Daoist immediately set his mind at ease.
“Sect Leader, our little junior brother’s talent seems a bit strange.”
Su Changyu also didn’t know how to describe it. He could only substitute it with “strange.”
“Strange? Very poor?”
Taihua Daoist frowned slightly. However, he had also expected this. If it weren’t poor, how could he have been rejected from fifty Immortal Ascension Conferences?
“Changyu, I’m not scolding you, but poor is just poor. You know what conditions our Dao Sect has. If a true genius really came, would your meager skills be able to handle it?”
Taihua Daoist stood up, speaking in a calm tone.
“No, Sect Leader. Our little junior brother’s talent isn’t poor; it’s so good it defies the heavens.”
Seeing that Taihua Daoist had misunderstood his meaning, Su Changyu immediately explained.
“So poor it defies the heavens? How poor could it be?”
Perhaps because Su Changyu had spoken too quickly, Taihua Daoist had misheard.
“Not poor to the point of defying the heavens—good to the point of defying the heavens.”
Su Changyu hurriedly said, completely losing that immortal-like bearing, sweating profusely from anxiety.
Huh?
Good to the point of defying the heavens?
Are you kidding me?
Taihua Daoist was stunned.
“Changyu, liars have to swallow a thousand needles.”
Taihua Daoist looked at Su Changyu. He didn’t believe it.
In his eyes, Ye Ping was an entirely unremarkable cultivator.
If he was good to the point of defying the heavens, how could he have been rejected from fifty Immortal Ascension Conferences?
This was simply impossible.