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The moment Ping Shanhai’s words fell, a brief silence enveloped Lead Peak.

Even Ye Sui’an stopped pondering over Lu Xun’s words “you’ve already seen it,” and instead began to anticipate Shen Yan’s answer.

Hadn’t the Demon Sect kept this news secret all along, just waiting for this day?

Now that the Sword Inquiry had ended, this could no longer be a secret.

So, Shen Yan gave an answer without hesitation, saying, “Indeed.”

As his words trailed off, the atmosphere was unexpectedly…strange!

For a moment, the breathing of many people became a bit heavier.

Although they had suspicions earlier, no one dared to confirm them.

“A Natural Sword Embryo! The Demon Sect actually has another Natural Sword Embryo!”

Since Yan Li secluded herself, there was no other Natural Sword Embryo in the world.

And if we go further back in time, only Sword Mountain’s Founding Master was a Natural Sword Embryo.

No wonder this person was able to gain such a deep understanding of Sword Dao in less than a year’s time!

How could an ordinary person understand Sword Intent in just a year…

However… why is it the Demon Sect again!?

Why don’t you change your name to Sword Sect!?

Although this was a disheartening thought, the elders of One Sword Mountain and Ten Thousand Sword Mountain suddenly felt—the Innate Sword Body they treasured suddenly didn’t seem so attractive!

The Innate Sword Body suddenly lost its appeal!

The two great sword sects vied to accept this Innate Sword Body; in the end, they compromised and allowed him to join both sects, becoming the only successor of Sword Mountain.

But look at the Demon Sect!

Unbeknownst to anyone, they took another Natural Sword Embryo as a disciple!

Along with Yan Li who is in seclusion, a sect with two Sword Embryos, unprecedented in all of history!

As long as this Lu Xun doesn’t die halfway, once he’s fully grown, he’s likely another pinnacle of Sword Dao!

And the master’s disciples, there has never been a precedent of one dying halfway…

On Shen Ludan’s ugly face was a brilliant smile. In his heart, however, he was contemplating, “Should I tell them that Little Junior Sister Lin Chan is also a Natural Sword Embryo?”

After hesitating for a few seconds, he temporarily dismissed the idea.

“No rush, no rush, save it for next time.” Shen Yan muttered darkly to himself.

When Ping Shanhai heard Shen Yan’s reply, he nodded slightly. Holding the Divine Sword, nobody knew what he was thinking.

Meanwhile, Ye Sui’an was somewhat dazed, in his heart, besides the phrase “you’ve already seen it”, there was now another one: “he is a Natural Sword Embryo”!

At this moment, Shen Yan was engaging in mutual flattery with the leading elders of One Sword Mountain and Ten Thousand Sword Mountain.

They were praising our little junior uncle. Although we also think that our little junior uncle is more awesome than your disciples, we cannot show too much arrogance.

So he racked his brains, praising Ye Sui’an and the other elite disciples, forcibly elevating their status to be roughly on par with Lu Xun, making full use of his vocabulary!

“Being a Sect Master is exhausting.” Shen Yan sighed in his heart.

Thankfully, those two storage rings filled with the stakes of their wagers brought him great psychological comfort.

The three rounds of the Sword Inquiry were hereby over, with the Demon Sect ultimately claiming victory. The master, the “ringleader,” never showed himself throughout, seemingly not particularly invested in the wager.

Members of the two Sword Sects bid farewell to Shen Yan and the others, and then split into two groups, each returning to their respective sects.

Ping Shanhai and Ye Sui’an were exceptions, both of them sitting in a small boat, flying outward together.

Throughout the journey, Ye Sui’an was in control of the boat, while Ping Shanhai was sitting cross-legged, eyes closed.

He was comprehending and digesting the second sword of the mute old man.

Just before the mute old man left, he gestured the number “one” towards him, then “two” at himself, and Ping Shanhai roughly understood his meaning.

He had only perfected the Ultimate One Sword, while the mute old man had developed a second Ultimate Sword on the basis of the first. That was the gap between them.

As for Yan Li famous for her Three Swords, he suspected she too had reached her Ultimate Three Swords.

To outsiders, the mute old man’s first and second sword seemed ordinary, devoid of any underlying mysteries.

However, as the targeted party, Ping Shanhai had felt much too much from those two swords.

Furthermore, being an Aquatic Swordsman himself and the mute old man also being an Aquatic Swordsman, he comprehended even more than others.

If his own Sword Intent was likened to a surging river, then the mute old man’s seemingly ordinary and calm sword was akin to a boundless sea.

The calm sea surface, unnoticed by others, concealed turbulent undercurrents.

While he was still digestially absorbing it, Ye Sui’an, who was responsible for steering the vessel, was still in a state of stupefaction.

He had already accepted the fact that Lu Xun possessed a Natural Sword Embryo.

What could he do if he didn’t accept? Go back to the womb for a reforging?

What he couldn’t figure out was why Lu Xun had said that he had already seen his (Lu Xun’s) sword.

Could it be that his sword was an invisible one?

That doesn’t make any sense!

For no reason at all, he found himself thinking about the scene where Lu Xun tapped his forehead with a finger.

He blankly lifted his right hand and touched his brow, a mix of feelings in his heart.

He didn’t harbor any negative feelings towards Lu Xun. On the contrary, he sincerely felt that he had received significant guidance.

Moreover, Ye Sui’an could sense that Lu Xun, despite the sharp and blatant Sword Qi in his hand, was essentially a warm and gentle person.

That softly uttered “that’s enough” echoed in his heart. His brow seemed to still feel that gentle touch. Ye Sui’an felt like he was practicing with an elder at home.

Previously, they were clear opponents, but now, all he had left for Lu Xun was respect.

Calling him Elder Lu was from his own sincere heart.

But where on earth is his sword ahhhhhhhhh!

Ye Sui’an felt his brain was about to explode. While flying the vessel, he almost crashed the little boat into the mountain.

Yes, don’t assume you won’t have traffic incidents just because you can fly.

Just when his thoughts were getting increasingly chaotic, a large hand gently patted his shoulder.

Ye Sui’an was naturally startled.

Ping Shanhai withdrew his right hand sheepishly. He had intended a comforting gesture but ended up scaring the lad.

“Master.” Ye Sui’an turned around and respectfully greeted.

He had two masters, Ping Shanhai—the Swordsman of One Sword Mountain, and the Sword Jade Master of Ten Thousand Sword Mountain.

Ping Shanhai was disabled which restricted his movements. He walked to Ye Sui’an’s side with his limping leg and sat down, uttering, “Still wondering about where his sword is?”

Ye Sui’an nodded, replying, “Please enlighten me, Master. Your disciple is perplexed.”

Ping Shanhai gazed at the cloud sea before him, stating, “Upon seeing him, you’ve seen his sword. That’s why he told you – you have already seen it.”

Ye Sui’an seemed stunned at first, and then murmured,

“He is the sword? There are those who cultivate the sword this way in the world?”

Ping Shanhai nodded, “Even I’ve seen this for the first time. Maybe, he’s the first one in the world.”

Ye Sui’an gazed into the distance, his eyes wandering.

While he was still cultivating in an orderly and systematized manner, Lu Xun had already embarked on a path unseen by those before him.

This was an opportunity, a fortune of fate, as well as a great peril!

How much courage and determination would it require to carve a path through the wilderness on such an unknown road?

His thoughts started to spiral…

“Ye Sui’an, you didn’t lose unreasonably.”

“Elder Lu is talented; I am far from his match.” Ye Sui’an deeply conceded in his heart.