Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 156

What did they just hear?

The renowned top sword cultivator of the Eastern Domain actually lowered his pride and sought Ye Junlin’s guidance on swordsmanship!!

This is simply…

Everyone gasped, their gazes toward the silver-haired young man shifting dramatically.

“Uh, what led you to believe that you need me to teach you swordsmanship?” Ye Junlin said with a strange expression.

What he really wanted to say was, why does any sword need me to actually practice it?!

“You don’t know, that sword you wielded the other day deeply shocked me. I’ve concluded that in the realm of swordsmanship, you’ve far surpassed me!”

Xue Wuhen’s eyes sparkled with determination.

After completing his own sword practice, he sat calmly in front of the sword monument on the sect’s back mountain, honing his sword heart for decades, thinking nothing could shake his resolve…

Until that brilliant sword light swept over him, parting the vast clouds for tens of thousands of miles, leaving him dumbfounded, his sword heart almost cracking!

What a breathtaking sword it was?!

Impressive, truly impressive!

Later, he found out that the sword light that stirred the fourteen states of the Eastern Domain was none other than Ye Junlin’s masterpiece from the Xuantian Sect.

Seeing the real deal now, Xue Wuhen couldn’t contain his excitement, tossing aside his previously aloof persona, turning into a starry-eyed fanboy trying to get close.

This clearly showed how much impact that sword had on Xue Wuhen.

Even someone like him was willing to put aside his pride, simply hoping to learn just a move or two to improve his swordsmanship.

“Oh, so you meant that,”

Ye Junlin replied with a helpless shrug, “It was off the cuff, I can’t actually teach that.”

“Really? I don’t believe it,”

Xue Wuhen forced a smile, but his tense face ended up looking a bit unsettling.

As the saying goes, amateurs watch the excitement, professionals watch the craft.

That sword from that day was far more than just an enhancement from a magical artifact; the sword force, intent, and qi it contained were simply unheard of and flawless. It was definitely something a deeply skilled sword cultivator could execute.

Ye Junlin was stunned.

“Damn it! I couldn’t care less whether you believe it or not!”

He threw a face, swirled his sleeves, and walked away.

Li Wujie gaped, was it really okay for Master to act like this? This was Xue Wuhen, famously known as the White-Clad Sword Immortal!

The onlookers were shocked, fearing that Xue Wuhen might explode in rage and draw his sword in retaliation.

Watching the silver-haired young man ignore him, Xue Wuhen tried to keep the smile on his face, but it slowly faded, replaced by…

A strong sense of grievance.

Was it my attitude that upset Senior Ye?

Xue Wuhen desperately wanted to improve his swordsmanship, but unfortunately, he represented the highest level in the Eastern Domain, so he was forced to retreat back to the Xuanji Sword Sect, day by day, pondering over the sword monument inscribed by generations of predecessors.

Now, finally seeing someone with even greater prowess in the sword path, Xue Wuhen couldn’t express how happy he felt, as if spotting a glimmer of dawn in a vast darkness—hard to come by!

So, even though this person didn’t show him any good face, Xue Wuhen held no anger at all, even thinking that this was the attitude a true sword cultivator should have!

The next second.

In the astonished gazes of the crowd, Xue Wuhen charged over with his treasured sword, his stern face revealing a look of pleading, earnestly saying: “Senior Ye, please teach me! I beg you!”

At this sight, countless cultivators in the audience were left in disarray, feeling that the filter of this White-Clad Sword Immortal had shattered.

“Come on! Are you seriously this annoying? I already said I can’t teach you!” Ye Junlin waved his hand impatiently, swatting him away like a fly.

But this…

Did not diminish Xue Wuhen’s enthusiasm in the slightest.

In fact, he felt that Ye Junlin was intentionally testing his sincerity, continuing to flatter him while calling him “Senior Ye” persistently, embodying what it meant to be persistent.

“Such a sword fanatic,” Li Wujie sighed. As someone also immersed in the sword path, he didn’t look down on Xue Wuhen’s shamelessness; instead, he felt a sense of kinship.

If it were him, stuck at a bottleneck in his own sword path, suddenly encountering a superior figure who could maybe help him breakthrough with just a casual pointer, he doubted he could keep calm.

“A sword fanatic? More like a lovesick fool!”

Ye Junlin retorted distastefully, glance at Xue Wuhen, his expression a tightly forced grin—his usually stern face looked deranged when he smiled, making it even more uncomfortable to look at.

I really can’t teach! Why are you still clinging on?

Ah, I’m so annoyed!

Li Wujie, feeling a camaraderie for fellow practitioners, cautiously transmitted a message: “Master, why not… just give him a little guidance?”

In his opinion, Master excelled at enlightening others; he remembered how, on the execution platform that day, a casual word could lift countless cultivators’ spirits, propelling them forward.

Now, faced with Xue Wuhen’s desperate pleading, Master could just say something vague to brush it off.

Ye Junlin twitched his mouth.

Guidance?

Do you really think I can just mumble some words and call it good?

“Senior Ye, I beg you,” Xue Wuhen’s eyes brimmed with hope.

Bothered by the persistent requests, Ye Junlin’s eyes glimmered.

Alright, you pushed me!

Don’t blame me for making you look foolish!

“Ahem,”

Ye Junlin feigned a light cough, looking all mysterious, “Since you’re so sincere, I’ll give you a little guidance.”

Upon hearing this,

Xue Wuhen was initially stunned, then excitedly exclaimed: “Thank you for your teachings, Senior Ye!”

A stir ran through the crowd.

Everyone couldn’t wait to see how Ye Junlin planned to instruct the notably famous sword cultivator.

Ye Junlin lightly raised his hand, a forgotten twig on the ground whooshed into his grasp, a four-foot-long twig, bare and ordinary.

So he was going to use a branch as a brush.

Next, Ye Junlin turned to face the towering mountain in the distance, his expression serene, gazing ahead with deep, unfathomable eyes, emanating an aura of a transcendental master, leaving everyone secretly in awe.

“Watch closely, I will convey my understanding of the sword path through this character I’m about to write. The depth of your comprehension depends solely on you.”

“Senior Ye, please!”

Two flames ignited in Xue Wuhen’s eyes, his heart filled with boundless anticipation.

A character?

What kind of character could encompass Senior Ye’s understanding of the sword path!?

Everyone instantly found themselves on the edge of their seats, completely focused.

“Here it comes, Master is about to write!” Li Wujie proclaimed excitedly.

Hong Qianye murmured in wonder, “Is this for real…?”

Swish!

Under the countless gazes fixated upon him, Ye Junlin’s aura suddenly sharpened, like an unmatched divine sword drawn from its sheath.

Holding the twig, he began to freely and vigorously craft the structure and strokes of the character against the mountain.

Rumble~~!!!

In an instant, the previously clear sky exploded with flashes of lightning and thunder, winds howled, as if the heavens could not tolerate the emergence of this character.

“What is this…?” Many felt their faces change, finding it blindingly bright, almost impossible to see clearly.

As the massive character gradually formed on the mountain, a thunderous dominance invaded, shaking everyone’s heart.

“Done!”

After finishing, Ye Junlin casually tossed aside the twig, half-heartedly saying, “Go ponder it.”

Anyway, I’ve done my part; the rest is up to you!

In the resounding backdrop of roaring heavenly thunder, as if even the deities were weeping, the newly formed character radiated brilliant light, enveloping the towering mountain that looked like a major undertaking.

“What on earth did Senior Ye write that’s so dazzling, it even makes me want to worship it…?”

Xue Wuhen strained against the stinging pain in his eyes, fighting to see clearly. When he finally did, his pupils trembled uncontrollably, his expression filled with utter shock as he blurted out:

“Grass——!!”