"Can you understand all of it?"
Cheng Buyou laughed. "Kid Lu, that's quite the boast! My senior brother's 108 Forms of Gale Swift Sword was created after more than a decade of secluded cultivation, exhausting all his ingenuity. It is utterly unique beneath heaven. If you can understand it, wouldn't that make you a Sword God or Sword Immortal by nature?"
My soul in my second life was reborn fused with the Sword Intent of Extermination of Immortals. I suppose that does make me a Sword Immortal by nature?
Just as Lu Chen was thinking this, Huang Rong's voice came over.
"Uncle Cheng, I already told you Brother Lu Chen's swordsmanship is pretty impressive. His nickname is even 'Little Sword Demon.' There probably aren't many sword techniques in the world that he can't understand."
Having only just arrived in this new world, Huang Rong decided to keep a low profile for now and not reveal the title of "Heavenly Outer Sword God."
Cheng Buyou turned to look at Rong'er, who had just stepped out through the main doors of the hall, and laughed dumbly. "What a Little Sword Demon. That nickname is truly imposing. And what's your nickname, little Rong'er?"
Clearly, he had not taken Huang Rong's words to heart at all.
He merely thought that children had never seen true masters. After sweeping through a street or two and knocking down a few hoodlums, they would fancy themselves peerless experts in martial arts.
Huang Rong said with a grin, "I'm called Little White Dragon."
"Little White Dragon..."
Seeing Huang Rong's smug expression, Cheng Buyou nearly burst out laughing. Delighted beyond measure, he said, "Little Rong, your nickname is mighty impressive too!"
As they spoke, Feng Buping had already finished one round of swordplay. Sheathing his sword, he looked at