Chapter 45: Senior Brother, Can You Still Lift Your Sword?
Things seemed to be shifting in the direction Bai Feng had been secretly hoping for.
Ye Tang kept pulling out those nearly endless hidden weapons, throwing them at Luo Chen, even though Luo Chen had mastered the ruthless sword technique, he was still taking a decent beating under the barrage of projectiles.
But Ye Tang wasn’t doing too well either—his body was now covered in sword wounds, some of which were still ravaged by sword energy, like being torn apart by bugs.
Luo Chen wiped the bl**d from the corner of his mouth, standing tall with his sword, and his sword Qi began to escalate: “Senior Brother, you’re obsessed with schemes and hidden weapons every day. Have you possibly forgotten the core philosophy of the Heavenly Sword Sect? Do you even *still* have the strength to lift your sword now?”
“You, shut up! I’m not beaten yet!”
Ye Tang’s eyes turned red, panting like an ox. He couldn’t accept that he’d been forced into such a state by a total sycophant, nor could he accept that a faint flicker of fear was creeping into his heart.
No! He wasn’t afraid! He was the senior brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he HAD to win this battle!
With that, he raised his long sword, and hidden within it, the concealed weapons shot straight towards Luo Chen.
“Just these little tricks won’t beat me, Senior Brother. You lost!”
The hidden weapons were shattered midair by the dispersing sword energy. Luo Chen’s sword aura had now reached its peak.
“Cut!”
The long sword in Ye Tang’s eyes kept enlarging, like an insurmountable mountain; all his techniques evaporated in its shadow.
His body trembled, and with his last ounce of strength, he tried to lift the sword to block.
But at this moment, his sword felt as heavy as a thousand jin—no matter how hard he struggled, he just couldn’t raise it.
Am I really too weak to lift my sword now?
At the moment the sword fell, that was the only thought flashing through Ye Tang’s mind.
In the end, Luo Chen’s sword was stopped by an elder—after all, it was just a sparring match, not a life-and-d*ath duel.
But Ye Tang’s legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, eyes closed, completely knocked out.
Luo Chen also didn’t expect to settle this in the sect competition; seeing his goal achieved, he used his last bit of strength to bow to the elder: “Thank you, Elder, for stopping him. I got a bit carried away.”
The elder, happily stroking his beard, chuckled: “Swords have no eyes; losing control during a contest is inevitable. Otherwise, what are we doing here? Watching a show? Alright, you’d better go rest now.”
Although he’d heard about the changes in Luo Chen on Purple Cloud Peak… today, seeing it firsthand, he realized things had grown significantly.
But that’s a good thing! Our Heavenly Sword Sect is about to gain another sword genius.
It’s about time for the big senior brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect to change.
A number of elders had already complained that Ye Tang wasn’t practicing swordsmanship, instead obsessing over hidden weapons—just not fitting the image of the Heavenly Sword Sect. But lacking suitable candidates, they had put it off. Now, that could be reconsidered.
Luo Chen nodded, the tension in his mind easing—then a sudden wave of weakness hit him. His legs buckled, and just as he was about to faint, the elder caught him with spiritual power.
Meanwhile, before losing consciousness, he heard the elder urgently shouting for Dan Peak’s healers to come quickly.
On the other side, Bai Feng expressionlessly retracted his gaze, silently watching the system notification pop up.
【Ding. Detected that the Child of Destiny has been utilized by the host to become a tool against other Child of Destiny, and successfully defeated another Child of Destiny, humiliating him thoroughly. Reward: +1000 Luck Points; breakthrough to Golden Core Stage (can claim at will); Sword Path Fragment +1.】
【Ding. Luck Points have surpassed 1000. Display Name feature unlocked.】
d*mn it!
Why is Ye Tang, this Child of Destiny, so utterly useless? Just try harder! At least tie! So close yet so far!
d*mn it! My hatred points are rising again!
While Bai Feng cursed that Ye Tang would step on dog poop on his way out, the second round of the contest had already begun.
But the later matches were no suspense—Ye Tang, badly injured and unconscious; Luo Chen, drained completely. Neither could continue fighting.
With no other Child of Destiny around, the remaining Golden Core disciples were no match for Bai Yu Mo. The power of the Celestial Bone finally began to show itself at the Golden Core stage.
“Brother, I got first place!”
After the contest, Bai Yu Mo couldn’t wait and hurriedly ran beside Bai Feng, looking eager for praise.
“Mm-hmm, very good. I knew you could do it.”
Bai Feng, still emotionally drained from a thousand Luck Points, wasn’t exactly in a good mood, but seeing Bai Yu Mo’s eager face, he instinctively reached out to pat her head.
Just as he did, he suddenly realized something was off—no longer a child, and this was in front of everyone. Not very appropriate.
He looked down and saw Bai Yu Mo’s face was completely red, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Bai Feng pretended he saw nothing and withdrew his hand. He cleared his throat: “Alright, I’m about to go on stage. You just finished your match—go rest now.”
“Ok…”
Bai Yu Mo lowered her head, making a tiny mosquito-like sound.
Goohoo~ Big Brother is *really* starting to poke my head again…
Although she was shy, she also noticed Bai Feng wasn’t in the best mood—did he see her fight and start thinking about her average cultivation talent?
Sure enough, Bai Feng still cared a lot about his own talent, huh?
What should she do?
Bai Yu Mo began to ponder.
…
“Hey!”
A voice pulled Bai Feng back from his thoughts.
Su Lan Qian, after setting up her array, looked more haggard than before—her long hair was disheveled and lacked its previous shine, her plain blue robe hung loosely, and dark circles under her eyes made it seem like she could faint at any moment.
“I will win!”
She grabbed Bai Feng’s shoulder, revealing a pair of sharp tiger teeth, like a tiger or leopard who had just caught prey.
In her exhausted eyes flickered a hint of madness.
Bai Feng looked at Su Lan Qian’s appearance and suddenly felt that arguing with her was *not* worth it.
“If I lose, you’ll feel better, right?”
“Stop joking!” Su Lan Qian interrupted fiercely, clutching his collar and squeezing harder. “Honestly compete with me—I will beat you, I will prove that I am forever above you!”
“…Then good luck,” Bai Feng replied, extending his hand to hold her delicate wrist and gently pry her grip from his collar.
This girl’s mind is probably suffering a major inner demon!
Meanwhile, he couldn’t help but note—she’s so fragile! How can she reach the peak of the Immortal Way with this kind of mindset?
But thinking about it more deeply—imagine a master programmer getting beaten by a middle schooler. It’s not so easy to accept.
Su Lan Qian didn’t seem to recover her rationality; she took a few steps back before turning around and rushing toward Bai Feng’s array.
Before Liu Meng could yell “Begin,” she had already charged in.
