With the System, Who Needs to Learn Swordsmanship

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Forty thousand whips lashed Xian Junyu until his flesh split open, and after the punishment, he was immediately locked away.

This time, he was truly confined—completely stripped of freedom. Yet Xian Junyu harbored no complaints whatsoever.

Right was right, wrong was wrong; there was nothing to quibble about.

Besides, during this period of confinement, he could take the opportunity to refine some spiritual treasures. Who knew, they might come in handy later.

The news of Xian Junyu being whipped forty thousand times and confined for over two thousand years spread, but the disciples of the Jie Sect only dared to whisper about it behind his back.

They absolutely did not dare to bring it up openly.

Two thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

That year, Tongtian released Xian Junyu. Seeing that this disciple possessed considerable talent in the Sword Dao, he decided to personally teach him the way of the sword.

"Already halfway into the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm—it seems you haven't been idle these two thousand years!"

Observing that Xian Junyu had reached the peak of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, Tongtian was quite satisfied.

He estimated that by the time his second elder brother Yuanshi next preached, the first Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal on Mount Kunlun would emerge from his own sect.

Indeed, the system's two-thousand-year cultivation return had only pushed Xian Junyu to the peak of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm required far too much cultivation, and the progress of the Jie Sect disciples simply wasn't enough to propel him there.

"Idle? Naturally, I haven't been idle. It's just that staying in the room all day is a bit dull..."

Xian Junyu said tentatively.

He enjoyed staying in, but not the kind where he was cooped up in a room endlessly. Staring at the same decorations day after day nearly made him sick.

"Isn't it precisely because I feared you'd be stifled that I've brought you out now? You've endured two thousand years—can't you hold out a few hundred more?"

"Enough, I won't argue with you. I see you have some talent in the Sword Dao, so from now on, I will teach you the Upper Clarity Sword Dao for a period of one hundred years!"

Without waiting for Xian Junyu to agree or not, Tongtian began demonstrating and explaining.

But Xian Junyu, watching his master wield the sword, couldn't muster the slightest interest.

He admitted his master's Sword Dao was formidable—arguably the best in the Primordial—but he truly had no passion for it.

The system's core was about overwhelming others with sheer cultivation level. With such high cultivation, why bother learning combat techniques?

If not for the Immortal Slaying Sword being in his possession, he wouldn't have even wanted to learn the Upper Clarity Sword Art earlier.

Learning combat techniques was inferior to learning divine abilities.

With a cultivation-return system, still bothering with combat techniques—what a fool!

And so, as Tongtian demonstrated, Xian Junyu let his mind wander, letting everything go in one ear and out the other.

Occasionally, he even pulled small tricks, sleeping with his eyes open.

A hundred years passed.

That day, Tongtian watched the figure in the center of the field swinging the sword in a crooked, clumsy manner, and his face turned completely black.

A full hundred years—he had taught for a hundred years and pushed for a hundred years—yet after all that time, this fellow hadn't improved at all. His Sword Dao was still abysmal.

"Enough! Stop! Do not disgrace my Upper Clarity Sword Dao any longer!" Tongtian shouted.

He couldn't bear to watch any longer; it was simply too terrible.

"Master, why stop? I feel I'm almost getting the hang of it!"

Xian Junyu put on a show of great interest, but inwardly, he was secretly gleeful.

Heh, little trick—if I don't want to learn something, no one can force me. Still, Master really has perseverance, dragging this out with me for a full hundred years.

Hearing this, Tongtian's face darkened even further.

"Almost getting the hang of it? I've taught you for a hundred years, and even my Water-Fire Daoist Children have learned it!"

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With those words, the Water-Fire Daoist Children drew their swords and performed a set of moves—indeed, they had achieved the basics of the Sword Dao.

The onlookers had learned it, but the student hadn't—how awkward was that?

"My Upper Clarity Sword Dao is indeed the supreme Sword Dao, but the real difficulty lies in the later stages; the basics are not hard to grasp!"

"I taught you for a hundred years, and even my children picked it up by watching. It seems I misjudged you—you have no talent for the Sword Dao. Get back to your confinement!"

Tongtian was deeply displeased.

He now understood clearly: Xian Junyu had been toying with him all along. Someone who could master the Upper Clarity Sword Art through self-study—how could they lack talent in the Sword Dao?

This rascal simply didn't want to train in the Sword Dao with him.

"Oh, then this disciple will return to confinement!"

Hearing he was being sent back, Xian Junyu hopped and skipped his way back to confinement.

Seeing this, Tongtian's face grew even darker.

The Water-Fire Daoist Children watched their Senior Disciple Brother bouncing along and could only cover their eyes.

Senior Disciple Brother, if you don't want to learn the Sword Dao, at least try to pretend a bit better. Being this happy—are you afraid the Saint Master won't notice?

"Master, it seems Senior Disciple Brother doesn't want to learn the Sword Dao. Perhaps we should just let it go..." Water Child said tentatively.

Tongtian heard this, glanced at Water Child, and said with a helpless expression: "Do I need you to tell me that? This Master isn't blind—I can see it myself!"

"I don't know why this brat is so resistant, but he's already learned seven or eight parts of my Shangqing Sword Dao. With diligent practice, mastering it won't be a problem!"

With that, Tongtian even revealed a faint smile.

Although Xian Junyu, that brat, pretended he couldn't learn it, through daily exposure, he had actually already grasped the Shangqing Sword Dao. Anything could be faked, but that faint sword intent couldn't deceive anyone.

Yes, Xian Junyu had already comprehended the Shangqing Sword Dao. He only pretended not to understand because he feared his master Tongtian would pester him to walk the Sword Dao.

A hundred years—a full hundred years. Even a dog tied up there might have picked up a few parts, let alone a human. Even the Water-Fire Daoist Children had learned it by watching. If he still couldn't, then he'd truly be useless.

Knowing that Xian Junyu didn't want to learn the Sword Dao, Tongtian didn't force him further.

Another five hundred and ninety years passed in seclusion, and the two thousand six hundred and ninety-year term was up. Yuanshi's preaching was about to begin, and Xian Junyu finally emerged.

When he arrived at the Daoist Sanctuary, he saw that many disciples of the Jie Sect were already waiting for him. Over two thousand years, the Jie Sect had gained many new faces. Some of them were seeing the Jie Sect's Senior Disciple Brother for the first time.

To attend the lectures at Second Martial Uncle's Daoist Sanctuary, they naturally had to wait for the Jie Sect's Senior Disciple Brother to lead them—that was the rule.

"Greetings, Senior Disciple Brother!!!"

Everyone cupped their hands and bowed, speaking in unison as they paid their respects to Xian Junyu. Having so many Immortals lower their heads—it had to be said, it was quite imposing.

"Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, no need for such formalities. Three millennia have passed, and Second Martial Uncle, the Saint Yuanshi, is preaching at his Daoist Sanctuary. Everyone, follow me!"

Without saying much else, Xian Junyu directly led the Jie Sect disciples to Second Martial Uncle Yuanshi's Daoist Sanctuary.

During this preaching session, many of his junior brothers and sisters with high cultivation would surely break through to the Taiyi Realm. And relying on this batch of Taiyi Realm junior brothers and sisters, the system would inevitably push him to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. He could finally step into the ranks of true powerhouses.

Though still not as strong as those Quasi-Saints, having Great Luo cultivation would give him enough self-preservation ability to walk the Primordial. Soon, he would enter the Great Luo realm. At this moment, he was more excited and more expectant than anyone else.