As time passed, it was Tao Jun, Feng Zihan, and Cong Hao's turn.
After them came Cheng Jia, Cheng Jing, and Lin Pingzhi.
Cong Yu, Feng Qing'er, and Yue Lingshan each took the field in turn.
The outcome was obvious without thinking—they all lost.
Having completed his task, Tian Boguang said nothing. He gave a salute and immediately ran off.
"Your junior brothers and sisters are remarkable. At such young ages, even the weakest are third-rate martial artists, while the strongest have already reached the second rate.
It seems Mount Hua will flourish under your leadership before long," Dongfang Bubai said with a smile.
Gu Hui replied, "Sigh, it's hardly that. Most of them can only be considered moderately talented.
If their aptitude were better, then with my guidance... Internal cultivation still has to be built up over time. There's nothing I can do about that.
But relying on their swordsmanship, once their inner strength reaches the second rate, they can fight first-rate martial artists on their own.
My unreliable second junior brother can do just that—using his swordsmanship to fight above his level."
"Looks like Sect Leader Gu has great confidence in his swordsmanship."
"It isn't that the swordsmanship itself is so exceptional. It's more about the ability to adapt to circumstances in battle and draw inferences from one technique to another."
He then turned to the homeowner, his face apologetic. "Brother, I'm truly sorry. We damaged quite a few things.
Please accept this silver ingot as compensation."
He took out a silver ingot and handed it to the homeowner.
The homeowner was overwhelmed with fear and gratitude. To him, martial folk were all formidable figures who came and went without a trace, the sort who killed without batting an eye.
Yet this man before him was the Sect