The scene instantly fell silent.
Everyone's attention had already been focused on Chen Yan, who sat astride the black steed.
But as he revealed his Innate Sword Intent, their gazes grew even more fervent and envious.
The vast majority of the cultivators present were sword cultivators.
Sword intent was undoubtedly the lifelong pursuit of every sword cultivator.
Acquired sword intent could still be attained through arduous cultivation, but Innate Sword Intent was like a brand of talent, its existence decided from the moment of birth—
Either you had it, or you did not.
Zhu Qingyun stood in the clearing with a grave expression. Only a few breaths earlier, he had been mocking his opponent for not being a sword cultivator.
Yet in the next instant, that young man in an ink-black Daoist robe had suddenly revealed Innate Sword Intent that soared into the heavens.
Rather than the slap to his own face, Zhu Qingyun was more concerned with how he should face the opponent before him.
Zhu Qingyun forcibly suppressed the panic rising within him, then addressed Chen Yan with a show of composure:
"Very well. Please forgive my poor judgment, Your Excellency. I am Zhu Qingyun. May I ask your honored name?"
"Wu Xu."
Chen Yan answered with a smile.
Wu Xu?
Everyone present silently repeated the name, but no matter how they searched their memories, they could find no trace of it.
After all, this young man in an ink-black Daoist robe was no ordinary sword cultivator.
He was a sword cultivator possessed of Innate Sword Intent.
Fifty-six million long years had passed since the Heaven-Stabilizing Sage attained sagehood.
Over those fifty-six million years, nearly a thousand Sages had emerged on the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent.
Yet only a little over three hundred immortal cultivators possessed of Innate Sword Intent