Chapter 1210: Huang Yan: Though Both Are Geniuses, There Is Still a Gap

"This?" Huang Wuji personally witnessed this scene, stunned in place.

He foolishly watched this scene, his mind filled with the image of his grandson Huang Yan being defeated by a single sword; his heart ached, but he had no time to feel the pain—compared to himself, he worried more about his grandson Huang Yan; may this sword not crush the painstakingly restored Dao heart of his grandson.

The Dao heart is the key determining whether one can advance to become a Strong One, and also an important factor in how far one can go.

Many lack a Dao heart, then stall and even retreat in cultivation.

His grandson is still so young, he cannot…

He immediately rushed to Huang Yan's side, Huang Wuji anxiously said: "Yan'er, are you alright?"

Huang Yan nodded dumbly: "Grandfather, I'm fine." He picked up the Flame Yang Blade, reintegrated it into his body, took a pill to recover from his injuries, yet his appearance did not look fine.

Huang Wuji grew even more worried, soothing: "Yan'er, it's just one failure; don't take it to heart, you're still young and have a long future ahead."

"A Strong One must endure countless failures to become strong; after you set foot on the path of cultivation, your grandfather once told you that a single failure is not frightening—what's frightening is being unable to rise again after a failure."

He truly feared that Huang Yan would never recover; if that happened, the entire Huang Family would be ruined.

Qinglong Daoren glanced at Huang Yan and said to Huang Wuji: "Fellow Daoist Huang Wuji, you need not worry; Yan'er is fine, he is not so easily crushed."

"This disciple of mine still has a decent mindset; how could he be so easily crushed? Even with his dantian destroyed and his Flame Yang Bone taken, he could not be crushed—just a single failure, not worth mentioning."

"Grandfather, I really am fine." Huang Yan reiterated, then turned to look at Chen Qinglian, asking: "How did you manage that? By rights, your cultivation is only one level higher than mine, so how could your strength be this great?"

This defies common sense; he has seen geniuses before, yet Chen Qinglian before him hardly looks like a genius at all.

Yet she defeated him with a single sword; that sword technique still shocks him to this day, impossible to forget.

Huang Yan does not understand why their gap is so vast.

Though both are geniuses, there is still a gap—but such a huge gap is hard to accept.

Chen Qinglian waved her hand: "What is this? Compared to my elder brother, I'm far behind."

"The truly formidable one is my father; at the same realm, I could be instantly killed by my father—what does your feat amount to?"

"Compared to what I have endured, this is nothing."

The two are in different environments; Chen Qinglian has survived in a high-intensity lifestyle, facing geniuses, each stronger than the last, his whole life spent challenging geniuses.

Each genius is tough to deal with; after defeating one genius after another, when finally facing his father, he realized he was nothing.

Even his elder brother Qi Haoyang could crush him; he could hardly be called a genius at all.

He still possesses this self-awareness.

"What!" Huang Yan stared at Qi Haoyang watching from not far away, who looked quite ordinary, not like a Strong One.

Looking again at his master Qinglong Daoren, he also did not appear to be one.

He knew his master was strong, but had no concept of it.

At this moment, he formed a concept in his heart.

"What!" Huang Wuji stared in shock at Qi Haoyang, wondering if there were more experts.

His grandson is already a genius, yet these two individuals are each more of a genius than the other—this is simply too crazy!

Both sons are geniuses, and moreover they do not know it; they are skilled at concealing themselves—just this point, Huang Wuji can determine that their future will certainly not be bad.

In this world, geniuses are never lacking; those who can live long are the true geniuses.

Most geniuses die young and cannot grow up.

These two individuals before him are so cautious and sordid; surely there is no problem.

Once they grow up, adding Qinglong Daoren, how could it not be?

Thinking this far, Huang Wuji could no longer imagine; with a Pill Refining master like Qinglong Daoren at his side, what resource worries could there be?

With sufficient pill supplies, Chen Qinglian and the other are estimated to rise swiftly.

"Is what you say true? Your elder brother is even more heaven-defying than you?" Huang Yan found it somewhat hard to believe.

Chen Qinglian nodded: "Not bad. If you don't believe me, you can go challenge my elder brother; he happens to be just like you, skilled in Fire Technique Divine Ability."

"This?" Huang Yan stared at Qi Haoyang, wondering if he was a genius of Fire Technique Divine Ability; he truly wanted to witness it.

Huang Yan himself cultivates the Flame Yang Sword Technique and possesses the Flame Yang Bone; naturally, he has an extremely high comprehension of fire techniques.

Encountering a user of Fire Technique Divine Ability, he naturally wants to exchange moves; otherwise, he would be unwilling.

"Can we fight?" Huang Yan extended his hand, inviting Qi Haoyang to battle.

Qi Haoyang looked at him indifferently and said: "Your strength is too weak; you're not qualified to make me move."

This attitude and these words are infuriating.

Huang Yan earnestly said: "Please fight me."

He bent over, pleading.

Qi Haoyang looked at the well-behaved Huang Yan, then turned to Qinglong Daoren, who smiled: "Since he wants to appreciate your fire technique prowess, let him experience it once, so he won't be unwilling to give up."

"Don't go all out; just give some pointers."

Qi Haoyang nodded: "Alright."

He said to Huang Yan: "Come on, display your Fire Technique Divine Ability."

Huang Yan immediately erupted, the power of the Flame Yang Bone bursting forth; this time he truly exerted his full strength, also drawing on the Flame Yang Bone's power, he valued this battle greatly, wanting to gauge Qi Haoyang's strength and fire technique.

"Flame Yang Bone."

"Flame Yang."

"Heaven Burning."

Huang Yan spread his hands, erupting with immense energy, holding aloft a solar disc above his palms.

The scorching sun radiated scorching heat, baking everything.

The Flame Yang Bone continually burst forth, that solar disc expanding until it reached its limit; Huang Yan warned: "Qi Haoyang, this is my strongest divine ability—be careful."

"Go."

That solar disc shot toward Qi Haoyang at great speed, arriving before his eyes in the blink of an eye.

Huang Wuji narrowed his eyes: "Even I, an old man, cannot underestimate this sun; how can this brat deal with it?"

Qinglong Daoren showed no worry: "Just watch; my eldest son has mastered fire techniques, he won't fear any fire-based divine abilities."

Qi Haoyang took a deep breath, revealing a hint of excitement and joy.

He opened his mouth, and behind him a bird seemed to appear.

Three-legged Golden Crow.

He opened his mouth and swallowed that sun in one gulp.

After swallowing it, the Three-legged Golden Crow vanished; all this happened in the blink of an eye.

The sun was gone, the Three-legged Golden Crow was gone, nothing remained—only Qi Haoyang stood where he was.

Huang Yan blinked.

Huang Wuji's pupils widened.

Chen Qinglian smiled faintly; he knew it would be like this, his elder brother making a move, guaranteeing no problems.

Qinglong Daoren nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad; he has grasped the Golden Crow Dharma Body—my eldest son's fire talent is truly top-notch."