Everyone knew that the Sect Master's eleventh Personal Disciple was a once-in-a-millennium cultivation genius of the Luoling Sect.
The Luoling Sect had existed for only two thousand four hundred years.
If one insisted on naming the once-in-a-millennium prodigies who had appeared throughout the Luoling Sect's history,
then before Chen Yan, perhaps only Nanmen Fu, the sect's second-generation Sect Master, and Cong Linshan, its third-generation Sect Master, both Guiyi Realm powerhouses, could barely qualify.
In terms of sheer brilliance, Nanmen Fu and Cong Linshan were nowhere near Chen Yan's level.
Some of the more extreme Luoling Sect disciples had even privately asked a question like this—
With their talents, were Sect Master Nanmen and Sect Master Cong worthy of polishing Elder Chen's shoes?
That was just how dazzling Chen Yan's cultivation talent was in the Luoling Sect.
But what of Elder Chen's combat ability and his methods of killing?
No one knew.
Elder Chen had joined the Luoling Sect at fifteen. Just about a year after entering the sect, he was attacked and fell into a coma.
He did not appear in public again until he was twenty-three.
Now, another five years had passed, and Elder Chen was twenty-seven.
Over those five years, Chen Yan's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. He had crossed from the mid-stage of the Martial Spring Realm to the early stage of the Spirit Communion Realm, giving the impression that it had happened in the blink of an eye.
He had never taken part in any internal sparring or magic duels, and had hardly ever left the sect.
Everyone knew Elder Chen's cultivation had progressed at a staggering pace, but if he fought a cultivator of the same realm...
Would he turn out to be all show and no substance?
No one could say.
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