Innate Sword Bone

Divine Sword Elder was somewhat unwilling to accept it.

Originally, he had already accepted the fact that he was inferior to Dragon Mountain Daoist and had planned to win back some face through their disciples. He had never expected that he would still be at a disadvantage.

Although it had only been a casual exchange just now, with neither side using their full strength, ending it like this still left a very unpleasant taste in his mouth.

Dragon Mountain Daoist said helplessly, "According to Divine Sword Brother's wishes, shall we have the True Disciples continue?"

Divine Sword Elder shook his head instead. He pointed at Zhuang Chen, a trace of doting on his face, and said:

"A few years ago, this old man took in a final disciple. His name is Zhuang Chen. He is now eight years old and has only practiced martial arts for two years."

"Ten years from now, most of the True Disciples will already be over thirty and will not have a place on the stage. From then on, these juniors will be the main force for the next Ten-Year Pact. Why not let them get familiar with it first?"

"This old man will not take advantage of you either. As long as your True Martial Sect disciples are under ten years old, they may all fight Zhuang Chen. Whoever wins, this Dragon Owl Sword shall be given to him!"

As he spoke.

He drew the broad, long greatsword from his back and thrust it into the Martial Arena.

The blade gave off no light, yet it carried a soul-seizing edge.

A proper top-tier famed sword! This was undoubtedly the highest-grade reward that had appeared this time. Clearly, Divine Sword Elder also felt somewhat unable to keep his face and had directly taken out his own sword as the prize. Of course, to a certain extent, it also displayed his confidence.

In an instant.

The eyes of many True Martial Sect disciples lit up.

Then they could not help but beat their chests in regret, only hating that they were not under ten years old. Otherwise, perhaps they would have had a chance to obtain this famed sword.

But some people also noticed the information hidden in Divine Sword Elder's words.

"This child is eight years old and has already practiced martial arts for two years. Doesn't that mean his Bone Structure Formed at six?" Qin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, his emotions stirring.

Back then, his Bone Structure Formed at seven. Zhuang Chen was even a year faster than him.

Although whether one's Bone Structure Formed early was not entirely related to talent, he still could not help but feel his heart tighten.

Ning Qi looked at Zhuang Chen with slight surprise and received a simple, honest smile in return.

He had not expected this Chubby Kid, who did not look too bright, to have such high talent.

Seeing that Divine Sword Elder had even taken out his own sword, Dragon Mountain Daoist could not help but give a wry smile. "Divine Sword Brother, why go this far..."

Divine Sword Elder waved his large hand, heroic spirit soaring to the clouds:

"No matter. If the True Martial Sect has such an outstanding talent, then just take this Dragon Owl Sword!"

Ye Qinghe's gaze turned strange.

Wasn't this rushing to deliver a famed sword to them?

She knew exactly how fierce her Junior Brother was. When he met White Ape a year ago, he had already reached Bone Refinement. Now, perhaps he had already reached Organ Refinement or even Marrow Refinement!

She refused to believe that the silly-looking Chubby Kid could also be such a monster after cultivating for two years.

While everyone had different thoughts.

Divine Sword Sect's Eldest Senior Brother Dong He whispered a few words by Zhuang Chen's ear, and Zhuang Chen's eyes immediately lit up. He even seemed to bargain with Dong He, and only when Dong He showed a wry smile did Zhuang Chen stride carelessly to the center of the Martial Arena.

His voice was a little simple-minded:

"I am Zhuang Chen, True Disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. Which of you is coming to give me chicken drumsticks—oh, no, no, which of you is coming to accept the challenge?"

Seeing the Chubby Kid forcefully sniffling, low laughter came from the True Martial Sect. Everyone from the Divine Sword Sect held their foreheads. Divine Sword Elder fell slightly silent and turned his head away.

"I, Zhao Changhe, will have a go at you!"

Before Ning Qi could rise, a ten-year-old boy from the True Martial Sect had already rushed out first.

This boy had matured very early and looked more than two heads taller than Zhuang Chen. He was one of the outstanding disciples among those of the same age. He had practiced martial arts since eight and had now also practiced for two years. Two days ago, he had just broken through to the Flesh Refining Realm, and his talent was almost second only to a True Disciple.

"You are not my opponent." The Chubby Kid shook his head.

Zhao Changhe gave a cold snort. "We'll only know after we fight."

What he practiced was the Bedrock Spear Technique, defending while carrying offense. At this moment, he charged over with his spear, and with the increase in strength from entering Flesh Refining, he had quite some imposing might.

Zhuang Chen drew his sword, as if he had suddenly become a different person.

His gaze was sharp, and even the snot running down seemed to have turned into two "green swords." His chubby body was actually unbelievably nimble. With a light tap, like a breeze brushing willows, he easily avoided Zhao Changhe's spear thrust.

Qin Yun's pupils shrank slightly.

"Tendon Refinement? This fellow has practiced martial arts for two years and has actually already stepped into the Tendon Refinement Realm?"

This cultivation speed was a notch faster than his.

Dragon Mountain Daoist also glanced over slightly.

The corners of Divine Sword Elder's mouth lifted.

On the field, Zhuang Chen counterattacked. What he held in his hand was actually a wooden sword. With one thrust, it carried the intent of dragons chanting and tigers roaring, heavy as green mountains pressing down from above.

Sweat broke out on Zhao Changhe's forehead. His spear was like bedrock, very steady and very solid.

But he could not block it.

Their strength and martial arts realms were not on the same level.

There was only a bang as Zhao Changhe's figure flew backward and crashed to the ground.

Several True Martial Sect disciples hurried over to check whether he was hurt, only to see Zhao Changhe climb back up on his own. Disbelief filled his eyes. Just now, that wooden sword had descended like a green mountain pressing down on his head, as if it would crush his bones and body to pieces. But at the critical moment, that force had vanished without a trace. He had merely fallen in a sorry state and was not injured at all.

"Sorry about that. I didn't know you were this weak. I nearly failed to hold back."

Zhuang Chen's words made his teeth itch with anger.

Yet the other party's gaze was just so sincere.

Dragon Mountain Daoist stared at Zhuang Chen and said somewhat uncertainly, "Making the heavy seem light? At such a young age, his Sword Dao has already reached such a realm. Could this child possess the Innate Sword Bone?"

Divine Sword Elder finally could not hold back his smug laughter. "At least you, Ox Nose, have some discernment. Otherwise, did you think I took this closed-door disciple for fun? That eighth disciple of yours is indeed extraordinarily talented, but if Chen'er were the same age as him, he might not necessarily be Chen'er's match."

Qin Yun lowered his head and clenched his fists without speaking.

With admiration in his eyes, Dragon Mountain Daoist nodded slightly.

"An Innate Sword Bone, and a pure, innocent heart besides. Divine Sword Brother, you've taken in a fine disciple."

Divine Sword Elder felt incomparably pleased.

He turned his head with a chuckle, wanting to see the change in Dragon Mountain Daoist's expression, but what left him stunned was that although Dragon Mountain Daoist was admiring him, he did not show the envy Divine Sword Elder had imagined.

Dragon Mountain Daoist laughed to himself.

If it had been before, he truly would have felt somewhat envious.

But ever since he had taken in Ning Qi, he feared that no Genius disciple under heaven could make him envious anymore.

He looked over.

And found that Ning Qi had already risen and was walking toward Zhuang Chen.

Dragon Mountain Daoist hurriedly sent a voice transmission.

"Little Nine, hold back a little."

He was afraid that this disciple of his might accidentally break Divine Sword Elder's precious darling.

Perhaps on all of True Martial Mountain, he alone understood Ning Qi's realm the best.

Ning Qi nodded slightly.

He stopped a disciple who was about to go up and said calmly, "I'll do it."

He could see it clearly. Chubby Kid should have just stepped into the Tendon Refinement Realm, and he also had a sword technique of no ordinary level. Among all True Martial Sect disciples under ten years old, no one was his match.

Except him.

Ning Qi had no intention of hiding and refusing to come out. As a True Disciple of the True Martial Sect, it was impossible for him to watch Chubby Kid sweep through everyone without restraint. In any case, it was only a matter of revealing a little bit of superficial strength; it was no problem.

Nor did he have the nasty amusement of waiting until the disciples were defeated one after another before finally appearing as the savior.

He wanted to settle it early and go back to the Seeking Dao Institute to read.

Everyone was stunned.

After all, Ning Qi was showing his face less and less now, and in the eyes of many True Martial Sect disciples, Ning Qi was rather mysterious.

But there was no time to think too much.

Ning Qi had already stood opposite Zhuang Chen.

"Chubby Kid, make your move."

Zhuang Chen did not take issue with how Ning Qi addressed him. He said seriously, "Ning Qi, I don't want to fight you. Go down."

What he had originally wanted to say was, "Ning Qi, you're not very smart, and I can't bear to hit you," but he felt that seemed somewhat impolite, so in the end he changed his wording.

But Ning Qi clearly saw his thoughts from Zhuang Chen's eyes.

Ning Qi was helpless.

He slowly exhaled, deciding to teach this foolish little Chubby Kid a lesson.