Chapter 98: My Chuyang Brother Is a Genius

Inside Longshe Cheng.

Xinran Zhanglao suddenly jumped up, walked to the window, and instinctively looked into the distance.

The technique within her body showed a slight fluctuation at that instant.

That feeling is unmistakable—someone has grasped her sword way.

"Who is it?"

"Who could possibly understand my heart-sword technique?"

Since she created this sword art, she has been seeking a successor; unfortunately, though she met many, none could inherit it.

Basically, the disciples she took on all died; before death, like her, they either perished from technique explosion or failed to comprehend, gave up, and died anyway.

The heart-demon has arisen; without breaking it, cultivation is impossible.

Xinran Zhanglao glanced at the disciple next door, who was cultivating; not wanting to disturb them, she immediately headed outward.

Following the sensation, she went all the way to the foot of a mountain.

She raised her head, saw the mountain before her; despite the darkness obscuring the surroundings, she could still recognize it—wasn't it Longshe Shan?

That Longshe Shan left her somewhat astonished.

"How could it be Longshe Shan? Could it be…?"

She thought of something, took a deep breath, and started up the mountain.

On the mountain.

Chen Chuyang was eating grilled fish with Shang Hongxue; both were hungry, mainly because Shang Hongxue was hungry.

After forming his Golden Core, Chen Chuyang had abandoned grains and needed no food; to eat with Shang Hongxue without embarrassing her, he accompanied her, consuming only spirit-infused food, not mundane fare.

The fish had grown large, rich in spirit energy; the spirit spring water contained spirit energy and a diffuse demonic beast blood aura, letting the fish grow quickly, their flavor naturally becoming delicious, and the benefits they provided greatly increased.

"Chuyang brother, what's wrong?"

Shang Hongxue noticed Chen Chuyang's odd movement and asked curiously.

Chen Chuyang looked toward the mountain base and smiled.

He pointed a finger; the formation opened.

The mist shrouding the mountain's base parted, revealing a passage.

A figure swiftly ascended the mountain.

Shang Hongxue instinctively moved closer to Chen Chuyang, warily fixing her gaze on the appearing figure, whose speed was great and aura powerful.

That sword intent made her instinctively lower her head, not daring to look up.

Xinran Zhanglao landed, her eyes locked on Chen Chuyang.

Her eyes flashed with sharp light.

It was as if she were beholding a peerless treasure, the longer she looked, the more excited she became.

Unable to suppress the smile on her face, she stepped forward, reached out, and intended to press her hand onto Chen Chuyang's shoulder to examine him.

Chen Chuyang laughed and dodged; Xinran Zhanglao was startled, not expecting him to evade, she sped up and reached again with her right hand for his shoulder—this time she was determined to catch him.

Chen Chuyang stepped back, then dodged, pulling Shang Hongxue along as he retreated.

One reached out, the other evaded.

After several exchanges, Xinran Zhanglao gave up, fearing she might hurt Shang Hongxue.

That girl is fragile; even a touch of her technique could kill her.

Shang Hongxue was held in his arms, her cheeks flushed, utterly adorable.

He lowered his head, and even the fish was forgotten, uneaten.

Her heart pounded nonstop, yet she felt warm inside.

"Chuyang brother is holding me—I'm so shy."

Chen Chuyang raised his head, grinning as he gazed at Xinran Zhanglao.

"I don't know why Elder Xinran has come at this late hour."

This person sensed his own technique, and Chen Chuyang could also sense hers.

Their techniques share the same source, the same sword method.

There is no need for it.

That attractive aura moved them both.

"Hoo-hoo."

Xinran Zhanglao took a deep breath, stared at Chen Chuyang from head to toe, and said, "Have you understood it?"

Chen Chuyang knew what she meant, nodded, and replied, "Not bad."

"You really understood it?"

"Yes."

"You understood it all?"

"Mm."

He raised his hand; technique gathered at his fingertips.

That strand of technique was tamed by Chen Chuyang, becoming his own technique, freely controllable.

The technique split apart like silk threads.

Then it coalesced again into a single strand of technique.

Next, it shifted into various shapes—sometimes forming flowers, sometimes various weapons.

The jumping technique resembled a sprite.

Xinran Zhanglao's eyes widened, fixed on that strand of technique, her body trembling, unable to close her mouth.

"This?"

She couldn't do this step either; her Technique was too much, too fierce.

Cannot be controlled at will.

In that case, Chen Chuyang has truly comprehended the Heart Sword Technique, and perhaps even surpassed her.

"How did you do that?"

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Elder Xinran eagerly wanted to ask.

Chen Chuyang shrugged: "It's simple, just comprehend; after comprehending, one naturally can control it, you can't do it?"

Chen Chuyang, asking knowingly, deliberately provoked Elder Xinran.

Elder Xinran didn't mind Chen Chuyang's teasing, furrowed brows and said: "This step, I find it very difficult to accomplish."

"Since I created the Heart Sword Technique, I have lost control of this sword art; you also know my physical condition; if it weren't for meeting you, I estimate I wouldn't have many years left."

"Over these many years, I have been searching for an heir to inherit my robe and bowl; I have taken many disciples, without exception, they all failed."

The outcome of failure is death.

None survived.

Once one cultivates her sword technique, there is no turning back.

So, upon arriving at Chen Churan's place, she dared not let her directly cultivate the Heart Sword Technique, but first had her cultivate the Green Snake Sword Technique.

Through continual comprehension and increasing strength, then slowly impart the Heart Sword Technique.

The Heart Sword Technique is too mysterious, too difficult to cultivate.

A slight mistake will cause the body to explode and death.

"And you are the first person I have encountered who successfully cultivated it."

The words stopped.

Elder Xinran stared intently at Chen Chuyang; this person, without her transmission, just by looking at her Technique, could comprehend this sword technique; such talent, such swordsmanship attainment, is incredibly strong.

Such talent, actually hiding in Longshe Cheng, is a terrible waste.

Elder Xinran must take him as a disciple, then impart the true Heart Sword Technique to him.

Her robe and bowl now have an heir.

Elder Xinran had never been so excited, never been so happy; seeing the youngster before her, she knew her speculation was not wrong.

The Heart Sword Technique is viable; this path is correct.

She is right.

At this moment, she once again filled with confidence in her sword technique; not as others say, her sword technique is a demonic path sword technique, nor is it that sort of trash sword technique or harmful sword technique.

She has waited for this day; how long she has waited, no one knows.

The bitterness and pain, the doubts and accusations along the way, only she knows.

"Chen Chuyang, come back with me; I will definitely impart all my teachings to you."

"Everything I possess, I can give to you."

"Including all my swordsmanship comprehension."

Status.

Sword technique.

Divine abilities.

Or wealth.

Or even women, she can give to Chen Chuyang.

As long as he follows her back to the Spirit Sword Sect, in the future she could even let Chen Chuyang lead the Spirit Sword Sect.

Shang Hongxue raised her head, gazing intently at Chuyang older brother.

Eyes blinking, at this moment, in Shang Hongxue's eyes, Chen Chuyang became tall and mighty; he is not an ordinary person, but a genius.

She already knew it would be this way; how could Chuyang older brother be ordinary? It's her older sister's eyesight that's lacking.

She has always believed in herself, also believed in Chuyang older brother.