Chapter 527

The short old man waved his hand directly.

The young man in white robes nodded; though he was the head of the Black-White Academy, before these five elders, he must uphold the manners of a junior, remaining silent and standing quietly aside.

Just as the head of the Black-White Academy and his numerous uncles and aunts were all watching Fang Yu below, the floating sword-script characters "hand," "hold," "three," "foot," "sword," "kill…" all shot swiftly into Fang Yu's eyes.

And the inscription on the stone wall — "Holding a three-foot sword, slaying all injustice, left these words while traveling north" — returned to being ordinary, its terrifying aura gone; only when a disciple triggered a resonance with the Sword Dao would this legacy reappear.

"Enough," chuckled the short old man, the Immortal Five Fools. "The complete 'Three-Foot Sword' of Immortal Beixing has been passed to him."

"Indeed, the complete Three-Foot Sword. The last time it appeared was three hundred million years ago — finally, another disciple has inherited the complete Three-Foot Sword."

The elderly man with the tall crown and long beard also sighed.

"The Three-Foot Sword cuts down all demons and evils, making even the Great Xia Dynasty tremble, even driving its wielder beyond this great world."

The tall man wrapped in strange chains also wore an expression of envy in his eyes.

Even among Immortals, there are ranks — like Immortal Beixing, a hermit who lived for millions of years, stronger than a Celestial Immortal, even terrifying Celestial Immortals; such a being slaughtering Hermit and Earth Immortals was like killing chickens.

For this reason, the Black-White Academy revered Immortal Beixing even more than their sole Celestial Immortal in history.

"Legend says the Three-Foot Sword has nine moves. Our Black-White Academy preserves only the first six. The final three are Immortal Beixing's true foundation for invincibility — their power cannot be recorded in diagrams, only transmitted through the elusive Sword Intent. Now he has received the complete Three-Foot Sword."

Immortal Diancai's expression was radiant. "From now on, he is my junior brother. Don't make him a disciple — make him an Elder."

"Yes…"

Bihaì Dao Ren, head of the Black-White Academy, froze, then nodded.

Since Immortal Diancai said so, he would obey.

But this student, perfectly ordinary, had been turned into an Elder by a single word — his seniority now surpassed all disciples, even surpassed him — this was too…

Wasn't Immortal Diancai's junior brother equivalent to his own uncle?

Yet remembering Fang Yu's genius, Bihaì Dao Ren no longer cared.

A special recruit, with some extraordinary circumstances — nothing unusual.

At this moment, Fang Yu was still contemplating the so-called "Three-Foot Sword Art."

The Three-Foot Sword Art sounded unremarkable, but in Fang Yu's eyes, it was absolutely an ultimate technique — at least a Supreme Divine Art in the Eternal Life Realm.

For the three-foot sword cuts down all injustice between heaven and earth; that terrifying Dao-heart could make a single strike outpace Instant Death Technique, even White Emperor Golden Emperor Slash.

Wherever the sword passed, it was absolute annihilation.

The three-foot sword carried infinite Dao rhythm, its Sword-Heart terrifying.

This kind of heart cultivation was precisely what he needed.

Fang Yu felt that if he solidified his Sword-Heart and Dao-Heart using the Three-Foot Sword's cultivation method, he could directly subdue the spirits of the Mid-Grade Dao Artifacts, the Sun-Moon Essence Wheels, with his Dao-Heart alone.

It was all possible.

So Fang Yu devoured it like a starving man.

Time flew swiftly in cultivation; when the next day fully arrived and the sun rose, the entire Black-White Academy mountain peak was fresh and clear.

The Supreme Head, Bihaì Dao Ren, walked over.

Fang Yu rose to his feet.

"Congratulations on inheriting Immortal Beixing's ultimate technique. Here is the scroll about Immortal Beixing — read it, then destroy it."

The Supreme Head gestured, and a scroll appeared, accompanied by a token inscribed with the large characters "Elder."

"Also, from now on, you are an Elder of the Black-White Academy — no longer a disciple."

"Oh?"

Fang Yu let out a soft exclamation.

"You have mastered Immortal Beixing's ultimate technique — you are effectively Immortal Diancai's junior brother. There's no need for you to remain a disciple."

The Supreme Head added another explanation, then vanished quickly.

"After one night, I've become an Elder of the Black-White Academy!"

Fang Yu stared at the token in his hand — unmistakably real, truly the Elder's token.

This disciple, who had just entered the Black-White Academy, spent one night in enlightenment, mastered Immortal Beixing's Three-Foot Sword — and became an Elder.

It sounded unexpected, yet perfectly logical.

Elder? Fine. Not a bad thing.

It must be said, in the Black-White Academy, the feeling was indeed good. In Yuhua Sect, something like this would be impossible — when he first entered Yuhua Sect, he was immediately noticed by the Supreme Elder Yu Hua San Sheng, who took him as a direct disciple, granting him status equal to the Supreme Head.

But it wasn't just that — Immortal Diancai, an Elder of the Black-White Academy, hadn't taken him as a disciple, but recognized him as a junior brother — meaning that, as if he had just entered Yuhua Sect, mastered an ultimate Dao, and been recognized as a disciple by Yu Hua San Sheng, becoming the junior brother of Feng Feng Baiyu, the Supreme Head of Yuhua Sect.

That was absurd — impossible in Yuhua Sect. But here, in the Black-White Academy, it was possible, because this world stratifies Dao comprehension, and Fang Yu was a genius among geniuses in Dao enlightenment.

As he traveled between worlds, Fang Yu received immense respect due to the benefits of his Eternal Law — a privilege he could never enjoy in the Eternal Life Realm.

As Fang Yu pondered, his gaze fell upon the scroll — made of ordinary animal hide, its content detailing Immortal Beixing.

The upper half of the scroll described Immortal Beixing's growth and notable deeds.

This Immortal Beixing sought only to act with utter freedom — enraged by the heinous crimes of a super-tribe's scion, he slew him outright, triggering a centuries-long pursuit. During this pursuit, Immortal Beixing even fled beyond this great world. Yet with each chase, his strength grew stronger, until finally, the super-tribe suffered massive losses among its elite, and was forced to submit, offering apologies and reparations, finally making peace.

This was Immortal Beixing's growth story — similar to Exalted Linglong's: both were hunted, then turned the tables. But Exalted Linglong was hunted because she obtained a Dao Artifact from the Dark Dao, while Immortal Beixing was hunted for killing a scion of a tribe steeped in sin — for centuries.

The more he was hunted, the stronger he became. During his persecution, Immortal Beixing finally created his own Three-Foot Sword — a technique famed throughout the Great Xia Dynasty, the culmination of his million-year efforts. Its power was so immense that even he could not record it in ordinary books; the Black-White Academy's Dao Repository held only the first six forms of the "Three-Foot Sword."

The final three forms existed only in the inscription left by Immortal Beixing himself on the Immortal's Wall — containing his ultimate Dao truth. Only through Dao resonance could one receive them.

Occasionally, a descendant disciple received this Sword Intent transmission, but rarely the complete technique. The last disciple to receive the full Sword was three hundred million years ago.

"The time spans in this world are truly immense…"