Chapter 99: Elder Xinran's Shock and Concession

Holding a sister in his arms, his strength doubled.

Still a little sister gazing at him with admiration, at this moment Chen Chuyang felt himself swelling.

He was completely swollen, and the areas that ought to swell also swelled.

He lowered his head and gave a slight smile; that smile utterly intoxicated Shang Hongxue—if no one else were present, she would have screamed outright.

Xinran Zhanglao's mouth twitched as she watched the two being lovey‑dovey here, not even affectionate enough—she couldn't bear it, and they kept exchanging glances, acting as if she didn't exist.

"Cough cough cough."

Xinran Zhanglao could no longer bear to watch; she reminded the two, "Don't mess around anymore."

The two acted as if she didn't exist, lost in their own world.

Chen Chuyang looked at Shang Hongxue; her bashful appearance was adorable, no matter how many times he saw it, he never grew tired.

Shang Hongxue's eyes held only Brother Chuyang; in her heart remained only one voice: "My Brother Chuyang is a genius, how wonderful! The more formidable Brother Chuyang becomes, the happier I am."

"Um..."

Xinran Zhanglao truly couldn't stand those two; they completely ignored her. Even if they wanted to be affectionate, could they wait until she wasn't around? Afterwards, they wouldn't care about Xinran Zhanglao at all—she was truly helpless.

"Can't you look at me? There's still an outsider here."

Chen Chuyang tilted his head: "Oh, so you're still here, Elder Xinran."

Xinran Zhanglao: "……"

Good grief, you've never taken me into account.

Shang Hongxue's face grew redder; she hurriedly pushed Brother Chuyang away and turned her back on them.

That face was flushed through.

Her flushed skin reddened all the way to the base of her neck.

In an instant, she was completely flushed.

Chen Chuyang wanted to laugh even more; this girl was truly too shy, lacking any composure.

Little girls are all like that—not everyone is like Chen Chuyang, pretending nothing happened.

Xinran Zhanglao once again experienced Chen Chuyang's shamelessness; this man truly was shameless.

Indeed, the saying holds true: one who is shameless is invincible.

"How did you manage that? I recall I never taught you sword technique, nor gave you the cultivation method for the Heart Sword Technique."

This is what Xinran Zhanglao cannot comprehend: the Heart Sword Technique is too hard to cultivate; even if I give you the manual and mnemonics, you might not grasp it.

Even with hands‑on instruction, no one could get started.

Those people were all called geniuses, each a family's prodigy, famed for top sword‑path talent and the like; Xinran Zhanglao had heard many such tales, but in the end, those geniuses, without exception, all perished.

They perished in her presence, of course; some geniuses simply weren't fated to last and fell quickly.

Each year, the Spirit Sword Sect loses not just thousands but several hundred geniuses.

Who isn't a genius these days?

"Is it that hard?"

Chen Chuyang raised his head and said lightly, "You didn't leave some of your Technique with me, did you?"

Xinran Zhanglao startled and lifted her head.

"So you grasped it from those Techniques?"

That's just too absurd!

How could anyone possibly do something like that?

Is he even human?

"No, a mere bit of Technique cannot enable you to master my sword technique."

"Could it be Chu Ran?"

No, Chu Ran herself doesn't know either.

Xinran Zhanglao hasn't even passed it on yet, so that reason doesn't hold.

Then only one possibility remains.

That the person before us truly mastered sword technique from those Techniques—but can such a thing be done?

At the very least, Xinran Zhanglao never imagined it, nor does she believe anyone could reach this point.

What level of comprehension would it take to achieve this?

"You really grasped it from the Techniques?"

"Yes." Chen Chuyang waved a hand: "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Xinran Zhanglao believed it in her heart, yet she still found it unbelievable.

As for other sword techniques, perhaps that's possible.

Only the Heart Sword Technique is impossible.

This sword technique is not something an ordinary person can comprehend.

Within the entire Spirit Sword Sect, only she knows it—one could say it's facing extinction.

If no one inherits it, this sword technique will vanish from history.

"Whoo whoo whoo."

Xinran Zhanglao took several deep breaths; she was too excited, too incredulous.

She stepped forward two paces, drawing near Chen Chuyang.

"Could you let me feel it?"

Chen Chuyang didn't extend his hand; his body holds many secrets that must not be touched.

And it's even less possible to let him inspect it.

At his fingertip, a technique condensed.

This technique was thicker and more piercing.

It was filled with terrifying light, ready to tear apart Longshe Shan at any moment.

Seeing this, Xinran Zhanglao fell silent.

He stared straight at that technique, observing up close, and reached out to touch it.

His fingertip bled.

What tremendous destructive power—no doubt, it was her technique.

There are some differences, but the source is the same.

Chen Chuyang has truly comprehended it, having his own understanding, not merely copying her sword technique.

In other words, it's real.

"You…"

Xinran Zhanglao still couldn't believe how Chen Chuyang had managed to reach this point.

Even giving her a technique, she could not comprehend a sword technique; at the very least, not in a short time.

Chen Chuyang had only just obtained the technique, yet he fully comprehended his own heart-sword technique and even gained his own insight.

Such talent, such aptitude, such a fine seedling—he is simply an unparalleled genius in cultivating the sword Dao.

Within the Spirit Sword Sect, none can surpass him.

At the very least, Xinran Zhanglao believes he himself cannot surpass him.

"Chen Chuyang, come back with me to the Spirit Sword Sect; that is where you belong."

A dragon does not dwell with a snake.

Chen Chuyang is a True Dragon; he should not remain in this place.

The Spirit Sword Sect is where he ought to go.

Only the Spirit Sword Sect can let him grow quickly; in the future, becoming the number one sword immortal under heaven is not impossible.

Xinran Zhanglao is confident he can cultivate Chen Chuyang into the strongest sword immortal.

The Spirit Sword Sect will also, because of Chen Chuyang, rise completely, even possibly unify this world.

"Staying here will only let you gather dust."

"The outside world is vast; what you see is merely a grain of sand in the vast sea."

"Come on, let's go back."

"I will devote all the resources of the Spirit Sword Sect to cultivate you."

This is her promise, and also the best promise she can give.

Chen Chuyang looked at her; it didn't seem like she was lying, nor like she was deceiving.

For such a strong one, there's no need to say such things to fool people.

Shang Hongxue turned, grabbed Chen Chuyang's wrist tightly, the flush on her face faded, and she gritted her teeth staring at Chen Chuyang.

She said nothing; she didn't want her brother Chuyang to leave her, but this matter concerns his future, and she cannot…… hinder him.

Shang Hongxue is torn, not wanting Chen Chuyang to leave, yet also not wanting to stop him.

Chen Chuyang lowered his head, patted the girl's hand, gesturing for her to be at ease.

"I think Longshe Shan is still suitable for me."

"Thank you, Elder Xinran, for taking notice of this junior; this junior is deeply grateful."

Xinran Zhanglao already knew this would happen; this junior does not want to leave this place.

She glanced at Shang Hongxue, guessing it was for this girl.

"Actually, you can bring her along."

Xinran Zhanglao yielded again; for Chen Chuyang, it was worth yielding.

It's just one more person; it's nothing.

The Spirit Sword Sect doesn't lack such a little girl.