A Golden Scale Is No Mere Thing of the Pond

Purple Heaven Sect, beside the Sword Practice Grounds.

"Lu Chen is really pushing himself too hard. I've never seen anyone as reckless with his life as him."

"Exactly. He's soaked in Zixia Pond for ten days straight. No one could stand that. I really don't understand how he kept going."

"Besides, his talent is quite extraordinary. He's been in the sect for less than a month, yet he's already close to breaking through to the second level of the Cave Profound Realm."

No sooner had their discussion ended than a crisp female voice drifted over from beneath the corridor.

"Of course. After all, Lu Chen participated in the Star Sea Martial Arts Tournament and made it into the main competition."

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads and saw two people standing side by side beneath the corridor. They hurriedly clasped their hands in greeting.

"Third Senior Sister!"

The newcomer was Gai Ying's third direct disciple.

And standing at her side was Lu Chen, the very person they had just been discussing.

He wore the sect's robes, his figure lean and refined.

Slung diagonally across his back was a weapon wrapped layer upon layer in coarse cloth.

Though it was thoroughly concealed, everyone could still tell at a glance that it was the outline of a greatsword.

Speaking of that sword, the sect disciples had long been intensely curious about it.

Lu Chen clearly possessed a Storage Ring, yet for some reason, he insisted on carrying the sword on his back every day.

Moreover, he never showed the sword to anyone.

Some elders had asked Sect Master Gai Ying about it, but Gai Ying had merely waved them off, his face making it clear that he did not wish to say more.

When others privately asked Lu Chen, he would only