Chapter 567: Elder Xinran Questions Senior Brother

Spirit Sword Sect.

Elder Xinran returned to the Spirit Sword Sect and saw her disciple Chen Churan.

The disciple who was diligently practicing sword, after returning to the sect, focused all thoughts on cultivation, practicing at all times, either cultivating or practicing sword; sword path cultivation improved quickly, but to fully grasp her heart sword way was still far off.

"Master, you're back?"

Chen Churan noticed her master's return, immediately stopped cultivating, trotted to her master's side, and showed a toothy smile.

Elder Xinran reached out and rubbed the disciple's head, then rubbed it; seeing the disciple's smile, her heart warmed, and her previous resentment completely dissipated.

"One cannot only bitterly cultivate; sometimes one must also relax."

"Practicing sword requires comprehension; comprehend slowly."

Chen Churan nodded seriously: "Disciple knows, disciple just can't help it; if I don't cultivate for a moment, I feel weak all over."

Elder Xinran didn't know what to say; this disciple was truly diligent, after returning from Longshe City seemed to have been struck, cultivated hard, squeezed out all time for cultivation, unwilling to waste a minute, which is good, but seeing the disciple so hardworking, the whole person became quite exhausted, and she felt heartache.

Recalling Chen Chuyang's words, asking her to take good care of this disciple, Elder Xinran couldn't help but say: "Actually you don't need to compare with your elder brother; he is not a normal person, he is a monster."

"Even as a teacher, I would be far inferior; you, you should compare with yourself."

Comparing people to people, especially to a dead person, especially when comparing to someone like Chen Chuyang, a strong one, you will find yourself weak and incapable.

Geniuses might not even reach the threshold of seeing Chen Chuyang; this disciple has good talent, everything is fine, just... luck is not good, having suffered Chen Chuyang's blow; in the future, perhaps for a very long time she will be unable to let go.

"I know."

Chen Churan raised her head and asked: "Master, did you go see my second older brother?"

"Yes, I have seen him."

"How is he?"

Elder Xinran did not want to discourage this disciple, but she was not good at speaking, so she spoke frankly: "Very good, cultivation has increased a lot, and sword way has also improved considerably."

Unable to see through, Elder Xinran completely could not see through Chen Chuyang.

That person has already become a strong one that even she cannot catch up to.

"Is that so?"

Chen Churan lowered her head in dejection, her eyes flashing a hint of unwillingness.

"Master, do you mean I will never be able to catch up to my second older brother in this lifetime?"

Elder Xinran did not want to discourage the disciple, but spoke against her true feelings: "No one can always stay ahead; Chen Churan, you must believe in yourself; those who are ahead are not necessarily the ones who laugh last."

"I believe you; you can definitely surpass Chen Chuyang."

Chen Churan lifted her head excitedly: "Really? Master, do you really think that?"

Elder Xinran inwardly said sorry; for the disciple's confidence, she could only lie.

"A kind lie is not a lie."

"Yes, in my heart as a teacher, Chen Churan is the best."

"In the future, my disciple will surely become the strongest sword immortal."

Chen Churan's confidence immediately returned.

For a moment, she was filled with heroic spirit.

"Master, disciple will surely become the strongest sword immortal."

"Disciple will make the second older brother understand that I, Chen Churan, am the strongest sword immortal."

Gripping the sword, she spoke firmly.

Elder Xinran nodded with relief; finally she had restored the disciple's confidence, truly not easy.

Chen Churan went to cultivate with confidence; her sword practice movements were all different.

Regarding this, Elder Xinran gave a bitter smile.

"In the future, Chen Churan, you will understand the teacher's kindness."

"Whoosh."

Exhaling a mouthful of turbid qi, Elder Xinran shook her head, not... thinking about this matter anymore.

After watching for a while, the disciple focused on practicing sword.

She lifted the sword and left this place.

Inside the Spirit Sword Sect's main hall.

Elder Xinran stepped in alone; on the main seat sat her senior brother, Lingjian Zhenren.

High and lofty.

Majesty emanated, a lofty looking-down posture; just one glance gave Elder Xinran great pressure.

The formation of the main hall opened, enveloping the entire main hall.

"Elder Xinran, junior sister, why is this?"

Brandishing the sword and coming to the door, sword qi emanated; it did not look like a visit for chat.

Elder Xinran did not hide it; she raised the blade in her hand and pointed it at Lingjian Zhenren.

"Senior brother, is it you who did this?"

Lingjian Zhenren gave a light smile: "Junior sister, what are you saying? Senior brother does not understand."

Lingjian Zhenren, seated steadily, leaned forward slightly, eyes bearing a faint smile.

He was not at all afraid of Elder Xinran's sword qi, nor did he regard that sword highly.

"Senior brother, you know full well; is the problem with junior sister's sword qi due to your meddling?"

Lingjian Zhenren stood up, leapt forward, and landed one meter in front of Elder Xinran.

Walking forward, Lingjian Zhenren came to the junior sister's side; that sword brushed past.

"Junior sister, how could you think that of senior brother?"

In his heart, Senior Brother wishes you would become stronger, but he would not do such despicable things.

Junior Sister, could it be that you've been deceived by outsiders? How does Senior Brother treat you—don't you know?

Lingjian Zhenren said lightly, "Junior Sister, everything you have is given by Senior Brother."

"From when you learned the sword, practiced the sword, until today, everything you have is given by Senior Brother; if Senior Brother were to act against you, why not have done so from the beginning? Why wait until today?"

Xinran Zhanglao narrowed his eyes, without changing his mind.

His eyes locked on him, he coldly said: "Hmph, Senior Brother, everything I have is from my own cultivation, unrelated to Senior Brother."

"Back then, it was Master who taught me the sword technique, not you."

"This Senior Brother... has given her no kindness at all."

"At this point, trying to use this to threaten her is impossible."

Xinran Zhanglao wouldn't buy this; this Senior Brother has always been on guard against her, ever since before. After Master's demise, Senior Brother's hostility toward her grew stronger, though he merely concealed it.

Before, Xinran Zhanglao didn't think so; after all, they are senior and junior brothers, and Senior Brother is the Sect Leader, truly in control of the Spirit Sword Sect.

He shouldn't be targeting himself, however.

The fact is she thought too highly of Lingjian Zhenren; the Sect Leader Senior Brother sees her as a thorn in his side, always wanting to kill her.

Unable to act openly, he began to employ those means.

"Senior Brother, only the two of us are here; there's no need to hide."

The sword blade turned; Lingjian Zhenren easily dodged.

He jumped again, returning to his position.

"Junior Sister, you're so ruthless; I am your Senior Brother—how could you treat me like this?"

"Senior Brother feels so hurt."

Xinran Zhanglao stared coldly.

"Senior Brother, why after all?"

Lingjian Zhenren straightened his attitude, sat upright, and stared at the Junior Sister before him.

The smile disappeared, and his face turned cold.

"Junior Sister, do you know? Your existence makes Senior Brother feel uneasy."

"Senior Brother doesn't want to kill you; he just doesn't want you to breakthrough too quickly."

"Spirit Sword Sect does not need an uncontrollable Strong One like you."

"Senior Brother, I do all this for the Spirit Sword Sect's sake; Junior Sister, you won't blame Senior Brother, will you?"