Chapter 414: Cooperation?

"You finally were willing to come out; I thought you had been hiding all along," Chen Chuyang said with a smile.

Ming Jianzi's body trembled, he looked at the figure before him and bowed respectfully: "Master."

Chen Churan saw this and clasped his hands: "Disciple Chen Churan has seen the Sect Leader Uncle."

Lingjian Zhenren nodded and smiled at each of them.

Then, meeting Chen Chuyang's eyes, he smiled slightly: "Fellow cultivator, good eyesight; with a single glance you can see my presence."

After seeing him, Lingjian Zhenren finally understood why he had declined his junior sister's invitation; such a person would indeed not go to the Spirit Sword Sect, as the terms they offered were still too low.

This kind of prodigy has unfathomable strength; Lingjian Zhenren cannot discern Chen Chuyang's exact power, having never fought him, so he cannot be certain, but one thing is clear: the person before him is very powerful, those deep eyes see through everything, his existence has been seen from beginning to end.

In the entire sealed world, only a handful of people can perceive his existence, not counting Chen Chuyang.

And the only being he cannot see through, so far, is Chen Chuyang alone.

He is also a young man, age of a teenager; such a youth, even in the outside world, is a genius, the kind of genius the Spirit Sword Sect most needs, but unfortunately the current Spirit Sword Sect cannot set aside this great Buddha of theirs.

"Fellow cultivator, you hide well; if I didn't control Longshe Shan, perhaps I wouldn't have seen your existence."

They exchanged a slight compliment, giving each other some face.

The newcomer bore no malice, and Chen Chuyang could still sense it; Lingjian Zhenren, the Sect Master of the Spirit Sword Sect, is a very powerful and mysterious Strong One who rarely intervenes. With him stationed, the Spirit Sword Sect can wrestle with the Heavenly Heart Sect. Such a Strong One, whose Split Soul descended upon Longshe Shan, clearly values Chen Chuyang greatly.

Lingjian Zhenren was curious about what kind of person could earn junior sister Xinran's such praise.

Upon meeting, the junior sister was still modest.

"Ahahaha, fellow cultivator, you are modest; your strength is even greater than my junior sister said."

"No, no, it was Elder Xinran who overpraised."

"As for me, this junior sister, I'm not good at other things, but when it comes to judging people, I'm still not lacking."

Lingjian Zhenren looked at Chen Chuyang, deeply admiring him.

The more he looked, the more he admired.

Such a talented youth excels in all aspects and doesn't crave the spotlight; which faction wouldn't like that?

Geniuses are also graded; those arrogant, attention‑seeking ones often die the fastest. Such geniuses find it hard to mature, whereas someone like Chen Chuyang, who scrapes by, may be mocked and looked down upon by others. They don't care; with such a strong mindset they won't... care about others' opinions. People like that often survive to the end.

For a Faction, such talent is most needed.

They can become the foundation of a Faction and also provide it with a sense of security.

"Fellow cultivator, you surpass what my junior sister said; among the many geniuses I've seen, you could rank within the top three."

Chen Chuyang smiled and asked, "Just the top three?"

"Huh?"

Lingjian Zhenren was startled for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahaha, amusing; fellow cultivator, you are very amusing."

When he smiled, a aura radiated from his body.

The Technique aura spread outward; Chen Chuyang paid it no mind, ignoring the aura.

Those Techniques swirled around him, causing him no harm at all.

Seeing this, Lingjian Zhenren raised his right hand and pointed at Chen Chuyang.

At his fingertips, Technique condensed into a sword.

The blade was ordinary yet imbued with terrifying energy.

"Fellow cultivator, you must be careful."

Chen Chuyang was unfazed, letting him speak.

"Go."

Lingjian Zhenren unsheathed the sword; the blade formed of Technique rushed straight toward Chen Chuyang.

Chen Chuyang opened his mouth and, in one gulp, swallowed it.

"…"

Everyone present stared in astonishment at the scene.

Ming Jianzi blinked, blinked, blinked again, three consecutive blinks, his pupils rapidly dilated and contracted.

In just a few breaths, he had already considered many possibilities.

He thought Chen Chuyang might explode from the Technique and die, and wanted to warn him.

But he found Chen Chuyang completely fine, letting out a belch.

"The taste is good; it's just a bit lacking in power."

Ming Jianzi: "…"

Chen Churan: "…"

Shang Hongxue thought it was nothing; having seen such scenes many times, she naturally would not be surprised.

She had even seen crazier scenes; this was just a small one, not worth mentioning.

Lingjian Zhenren was surprised for a moment, then with his right hand again condensed a blade.

This blade was even more terrifying; the Technique was even more frightening.

The first strike was a test; this time, it was not.

"Fellow cultivator, be careful; this sword may kill you."

"Go."

The blade pierced space, heading straight for Chen Chuyang.

Chen Chuyang raised his right hand and seized that sword.

The Technique tried to disperse, but being held by that hand, it could not.

The Mixed‑origin One‑Qi Hand, a divine skill that can seal anything, also applies to Technique.

Technique not bad; this time, it's only somewhat interesting.

Opened his mouth and directly crushed it.

Then swallowed it, swallowing it right in front of them.

The taste is better than before, but it's still poor.

Your technique is not as tasty as Elder Xinran's technique.

"……" Lingjian Zhenren fell silent, lowered his raised hand; that sword just now was his strongest strike.

The subsequent attacks are no longer needed.

This split soul energy is limited; it cannot unleash a stronger attack.

Chen Chuyang raised his hand: 'Again.'

He hasn't had enough yet.

Ming Jianzi and Chen Churan fell silent, they exchanged a glance, and Chen Churan's stimulated heart became completely calm.

Staring deeply at his second brother, at this moment, his second brother's figure is immensely great.

The sect leader's technique, any random strand could tear her body apart, but the second brother? He swallowed it in one gulp.

Nothing happened; that relaxed demeanor doesn't look like acting.

Fellow Daoist, you're impressive; I admire you.

Lingjian Zhenren clapped, waved his hand, not wanting to fight; further probing would be futile.

Better to sit down and have a good talk.

Regarding Chen Chuyang's strength, he has formed a preliminary impression: this person is very strange, very uncanny, his methods uncanny, making him a worthy opponent.

Give him a few more years to grow, and it will be extraordinary.

What the little disciple said earlier, what do you think, Fellow Daoist?

Chen Chuyang finds it uninteresting, yet wants to eat more technique; these techniques are not bad, the sword Dao contained therein is also not bad, a pity the technique is too little to comprehend much.

With a bit more, perhaps he could comprehend Lingjian Zhenren's sword Dao, then integrate it into his own sword Dao, enhancing the power of his heart sword Dao.

Heart sword Dao can merge myriad sword Daos, increasing its power.

Honorary Elder?

Not bad.

"What do I have to do? What can I gain?" Chen Chuyang asked directly; resources and obligations coexist, so naturally he needed to clarify.

Best would be a task that yields resources without effort; he would be wholly willing to do it.