Sword God Disciple!

As time passed, a week went by in the blink of an eye.

Online, the "Lishui Lake" topic had dominated Trending Searches for six consecutive days before finally falling from its throne, its popularity gradually subsiding.

But discussion of the Jianghai Sword God continued to ferment throughout Jianghai City.

The media reported on it extensively, and footage of that single sword strike slaying the demonic insect spread far and wide. As a result, many young people in Jianghai City came to regard the Jianghai Sword God as their idol.

How fanatical had it become? In weapon shops, swords had gone from being neglected items tucked away on shelves to featured bestsellers. Demand exploded, orders flooded in, and they even sold out for a time.

Some shop owners went even further, seizing the opportunity to make and sell replicas modeled after the Ziwei Divine Sword. The moment they hit the shelves, they were sold out.

Eventually, if you went out in Jianghai City without a sword at your side, you would be too embarrassed to call yourself a local...

That day.

At the foot of Broken Peak Mountain.

Li Zixuan changed into lightweight athletic clothes and slowly stepped out of a taxi, ready for her usual practice of comprehending the Sword Dao.

She already had the classic slender-waist, long-legged figure, with long, lean Achilles tendons. A sports headband rested across her forehead, making her look especially youthful and energetic.

The moment she got out of the taxi, she immediately felt countless eyes turn toward her.

"So many people again."

Li Zixuan frowned slightly as she looked at the bustling crowd before Broken Peak Mountain's entrance. They had all come to comprehend sword intent, and the line already stretched into a long queue.

But she could understand it.

After all, ever since that day when the flying sword had slain the insect, her master's reputation had soared.

Having witnessed the peerless grace of the "Sword God," Jianghai City's younger generation had taken up swords and become obsessed with the Sword Dao, hoping to follow in her master's footsteps.

Broken Peak Mountain and Sword Valley were no longer exclusive to Jianghai Martial Arts Academy.

They had been opened to Star Warriors from all across the country instead.

No matter one's status, no matter one's wealth or poverty.

As long as one was devoted to the Sword Dao, one could come and comprehend sword intent, sharing in the blessings left behind by the Jianghai Sword God.

"With his own strength, he brought peace to the Sword Dao..."

As Li Zixuan walked, taking in the flourishing scene around her, she could not help thinking with emotion:

"As expected of Master. He's amazing."

Reaching the back of the line, she joined the others in waiting.

Just then.

An unfamiliar voice came from behind her.

"Miss, are you here to comprehend sword intent too?"

Li Zixuan instinctively turned toward the voice and saw a freckled young man. He held a highly convincing replica of the "Ziwei Divine Sword" in his arms and raised his brows as he struck up a conversation.

"Mm."

Li Zixuan replied coolly, sparing only a single word.

She had seen this kind of approach plenty of times and did not want to get entangled with him.

Yet the young man's face lit up at her response.

"Ah, what a coincidence! Me too. Miss, we can go in together later. We can keep each other company."

As he spoke, he raised the replica "Ziwei" in his hand and proudly said, "I'm a Sword God Disciple. If there's anything you don't understand later, you can ask me."

"?????"

"Disciple?"

Li Zixuan froze at his words, her eyes widening in confusion. "What disciple?"

When had her teacher ever taken on a new disciple?

"Ha, I can tell you're new to sword training, miss. You don't even know that."

The man burst out laughing, suddenly wearing an air of superiority. "Let me show you something."

With that, he slowly drew his sword.

Clang.

The instant the sword left its sheath, a wisp of sword intent emerged—so weak it was barely worth mentioning, like an elderly man at death's door who might breathe his last at any moment.

"This is the sword intent I comprehended from Broken Peak Mountain before. It came from the Jianghai Sword God's sword intent, the real deal!"

"Pfft."

Li Zixuan could not hold it in any longer and laughed.

So this was what he meant by "disciple"!

He had really startled her just now. She had nearly been bluffed by him.

Over the past few days, countless martial artists had entered Broken Peak Mountain to comprehend its sword intent, and quite a few had gained something from it.

But now, anyone with the tiniest bit of insight dared to call themselves a Sword God Disciple.

"Miss, what are you laughing at?"

Seeing Li Zixuan's radiant smile, the man could no longer save face.

"Nothing. I just thought of something funny."

Li Zixuan straightened her expression and ran through every sad thing that had ever happened to her, desperately trying to suppress her laughter.

This guy was actually trying to show off in front of me. He was truly showing off before an expert.

If he counted as a disciple, then what was I? Master's true disciple? His senior disciple? If I revealed my identity, wouldn't I scare him half to death on the spot?

No...

With trash-level strength like his, calling him Master's disciple would be giving him too much credit!

Some of the sword practitioners nearby could not stand his showing off either and stepped forward to advise him. "Buddy, who are you trying to fool here? Do you know whose disciple this beautiful lady is?"

"Whose?"

The man's expression stiffened.

"She's Li Zixuan, Old Man Li's disciple! Who are you trying to fool by puffing yourself up like this!?"

"Haha, with that little bit of sword talent and those scraps of insight you gained, what makes you think you can compare yourself to her!?"

"How embarrassing. Absolutely embarrassing."

Mocking remarks rang out from the bystanders.

The man's face turned bright red. Lowering his head, he hurriedly offered a weak defense. "I... why don't I count... as a disciple?"

What followed was a string of incomprehensible nonsense, things like "beginner disciple" and "a sword practitioner should be broad-minded," drawing laughter from the crowd.

At the foot of Broken Peak Mountain, the air was filled with joy.

In the library.

Xia Yang was also carrying a Plus-sized replica "Ziwei Divine Sword." Like the others, he strutted around with it all day, looking immensely proud of himself.

Qin Yang watched him speechlessly, utterly baffled.

This was already the sixth time that day that this brat had wandered back and forth before him, his face full of smugness, like a proud rooster.

"You don't even practice swordsmanship. Why are you carrying that sword around all day?"

"Hey, Lao Qin, listen to yourself! That's going too far!"

Xia He lovingly stroked the replica "Ziwei" and said, "I don't practice swordsmanship, sure, but my dad does. The old man went to Sword Valley a few days ago to comprehend sword intent and gained some of the Sword God's blessings... so he counts as a Sword God Disciple too.

Then as his son, doesn't that make me a Sword God's grand-disciple?"

Qin Yang: "..."

"As the Sword God's grand-disciple, of course I have to carry a sword."

Xia He said it as though it were only natural. Raising the replica "Ziwei" in his hand, he suddenly bragged, "Don't get jealous, kid. I had this Plus version custom-made. It cost me fifty thousand!"

"How much? Fifty thousand?"

The moment Qin Yang heard that, he was rendered completely speechless, his heart aching at the same time.

This pirated replica "Ziwei" cost as much as several months of his salary, and its quality was terrible to boot—nothing but industrial garbage.

Only a "Sword God's grandson" like Xia He would fall for it...

At that thought, Qin Yang shook his head and let out a long sigh. "Who would've thought? I'm still so young, yet I already have grand-disciples?"