Chapter 21: White Family is Showing Its Hidden Tricks!
The Hundred Sword Array—yeah, the name sounds impressive with that “hundred” in there, but nope, it’s not actually made of a hundred swords.
This array is pretty special—can be assembled with as few as five swords, or as many as several hundred, even over a thousand, depending solely on how skilled the array master is.
Mainly used to trap enemies, this array isn’t too shabby in terms of damage, but compared to real killing formations? Still a bit lacking.
“This array has no controller,” Elder Jin explained, standing before the Hundred Sword Array. “It relies solely on its self-defense mechanism to counter foes. To break it, you’ll either need to brute-force your way through with power or find the flaws in the array’s design.”
“Doing that probably won’t score big points, huh?”
White Feng raised a brow at that, and Elder Jin paused for a moment before nodding quickly. “Exactly. Since this is an array assessment, smashing through it recklessly counts as failing the test.”
“Got it, Senior, start the array,” White Feng nodded briskly.
“Alright, but if it gets too tough, be sure to say something—I’ll stop immediately,” Elder Jin said, issuing a few more cautions.
White Feng looked increasingly impatient as Elder Jin babbled on, finally allowing him to step inside the array.
Seriously, this elder is so chatty!
‘Isn’t this kind of trial supposed to be for the disciple to figure out on their own? Giving so many tips—aren’t they overdoing it?’ White Feng muttered silently.
As the array activated, he quickly cleared his mind, focusing on figuring out how to break it.
His strength in array mastery was impressive, but with over a hundred dazzling swords hanging just above his head, a trace of nervousness still gnawed at him.
Suddenly, the sword above his head slashed downward. White Feng didn’t swing his sword in response; instead, he took a step back.
And then, the second sword also fell rapidly. White Feng retreated again, dodging the attack.
Outside, Bai Yu Mo tightly clenched her skirt in nervousness. Her heart was pounding—why was White Feng just dodging?
As the Hundred Sword Array kept activating and the swords increased, eventually there’d be nowhere left to hide!
Unlike Bai Yu Mo, her master Chu Ning Yan gently echoed a surprised “Huh.”
Though it looked like White Feng was struggling to dodge—making every move seem difficult—he wasn’t just frantically fleeing; each step landed on the array’s nodes.
But she couldn’t see what White Feng was trying to do. If he meant to leave the array, he didn’t need to go through such trouble.
Meanwhile, the disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect, hearing that White Feng was about to undertake the assessment, sneaked over in secret.
Some simply wanted to see White Feng make a fool of himself; some were fed up with rumors—fake or real—and wanted to see what kind of person this Senior Sister Bai’s brother really was; others just wanted to come and join the fun.
Chu Ning Yan spotted these hidden disciples immediately but didn’t chase them away—instead, she let them watch.
Although she’s the Peak Master of Heavenly Sword Sect, she’d heard the gossip floating about among ordinary disciples. So, she decided to take this chance to clear up some rumors.
“Ha! I always knew White Feng was useless. Trapped in a tiny Hundred Sword Array—how can he even hope to join Heavenly Sword Sect? Pfft!”
“Why isn’t he swinging his sword?”
“Maybe he’s worried about exposing his so-called useless strength, haha!”
“No, he’s not dodging—he’s…”
Ding~
A disciple skilled in arrays suddenly spotted something, but before he could say more, a metallic clash erupted inside the array.
Everyone hurriedly looked inside, yet White Feng still didn’t attack—he had stopped dodging and let the swords fall on him.
Outside, Bai Yu Mo’s hand was on her sword. If Chu Ning Yan hadn’t placed her hand on her shoulder, she might have dashed inside already.
Just as the sword was about to slash down on him, a sword inside the array suddenly collided with the attacking sword, knocking it aside.
That clash was like lighting a fuse, and in the next instant, countless swords lost control and turned against each other, swinging wildly at each ‘teammate.’
“F*ck! He—he’s not dodging! He’s restructuring the array! Is this guy a monster or what?”
The array expert swore, feeling his years of learning had been wasted on a puppy.
All the disciples, who had been shouting just moments ago, fell silent, faces grim.
This scene made them look like clueless clowns.
“No wonder he’s White Sister’s brother—his talent isn’t much worse than hers!”
“Guess the rumors were wrong. The White family’s just hiding their true skills!”
Meanwhile, White Feng was nearing the end. Over three hundred swords out of the total 333 within the array were now under his control—the last thirty-three were only a matter of time.
He was trying reverse-engineering the array for the first time, and was quite satisfied with the result. He thought he might score high this time!
He also discovered that the Forging Divine Technique was far more than simply described. Being able to quickly locate array nodes thanks to this technique, with the help of divine consciousness, was a huge advantage.
Without the Forging Divine Technique, he likely would have had to settle for identifying key nodes to shut down the array, rather than reconstructing it completely.
Soon, he brought the last sword under control. The Hundred Sword Array now looked exactly as he commanded, the leadership wholly in his hands.
“Senior, I think I’ve passed, right?” White Feng asked, guiding the swords into a neat line, turning to Elder Jin with a glassy-eyed expression.
Elder Jin felt like he was dreaming—was this even humanly possible?
Sure, there had been instances of masters reversing arrays to counterattack, but those were legendary Array Masters. White Feng’s just a Foundation Establishment stage disciple! The Hundred Sword Array isn’t some low-tier trash either. How could he pull this off?
He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to Chu Ning Yan. “Chu Elder, I think we don’t need to continue the assessment.”
Chu Ning Yan nodded, even though she hadn’t studied arrays formally, she could tell White Feng’s performance was beyond normal.
Noticing three disciples being carried out—two with blank eyes mumbling “Impossible, impossible! All fake, all fake!”—she decided to handle things quickly.
“I’ll report this to the Sect Master. For now, let him…” Chu Ning Yan glanced at Bai Yu Mo, whose lips curled into a faint smile, “stay on Green Bamboo Peak for the time being. We’ll see what the Sect Master advises.”
“Understood.”
Elder Jin nodded and withdrew. Clearly, this matter was no longer something an ordinary elder like him could manage.
Chu Ning Yan approached White Feng and smiled. “Congratulations on passing. From now on, you’re officially a disciple of Heavenly Sword Sect.”
“Isn’t there supposed to be three assessments?” White Feng blinked, then glanced at Bai Yu Mo and hurriedly waved his hands. “No, I must take all of them. Even if you’re Bai Yu Mo’s master, rules are rules.”
Chu Ning Yan chuckled faintly, flicking White Feng’s forehead. “Stop playing coy. You can reconstruct arrays now; do the remaining two tests still matter?”
“Uh… I didn’t think about that…” White Feng hesitated. Does this mean he doesn’t need to take the last two exams?
“Come on, you’ll stay at my Green Bamboo Peak for now. The Sect Master will arrange everything,” Chu Ning Yan said with a gentle smile.
