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Su Changyu was completely stunned.

He was utterly bewildered.

Truly, deeply bewildered.

At first, he thought Ye Ping was bragging.

But the sword moves Ye Ping was now displaying completely shattered Su Changyu's worldview.

Could there really be a peerless Sword Dao genius in this world?

Hiss!

Hiss!

Hiss!

Su Changyu gasped three times in quick succession.

He felt like he was dreaming.

He pinched his thigh.

It hurt.

A piercing pain.

This meant he wasn't dreaming.

His master had really recruited a peerless Sword Dao genius as his Little Junior Brother.

This was unbelievably absurd.

Qingyun Dao Sect, such an insignificant sect, not even a decent place, and yet a dragon emerged?

At this moment, Su Changyu felt a tingling sensation all over his body.

It felt like being electrocuted.

The main reason was that this was something that simply shouldn't have happened.

Yet, it had happened right before his eyes.

Overnight, he achieved enlightenment in the Four Thunder Sword Technique.

Overnight, his comprehension of the Four Thunder Sword Technique reached Great Accomplishment and Perfection.

Overnight, he even grasped some Sword Momentum.

What kind of monstrous talent was this if not an Oddity?

Even a Sword Dao genius couldn't achieve this, right?

As someone deeply involved in the Way of the Sword, Su Changyu understood profoundly how terrifying the Four Thunder Sword Technique was.

Daoist Siji had poured his heart and soul into creating it, with a total of one thousand four hundred and sixty moves required to reach the pinnacle of mastery, summoning the heavenly thunder of the four seasons to slay enemies.

He, Su Changyu, had toiled diligently, studied hard, and cultivated for over ten years, only managing to bring the Spring Thunder Sword Technique to the initial stage of comprehension.

Yet, this Little Junior Brother before him had, overnight, mastered the entire Four Thunder Sword Technique to Great Accomplishment and Perfection.

Born human, I am sorry.

Su Changyu was completely shocked, and what remained was envy. He was so envious.

Why was it that despite his handsome looks, his Sword Dao talent was so mediocre?

Why was it that Ye Ping, who only looked somewhat refined, possessed such terrifying Sword Dao talent?

Why, why, why?

Was he perhaps born into the wrong world?

Su Changyu's mind was in turmoil.

Ye Ping's talent was truly earth-shattering. At least for Su Changyu, mastering the Four Thunder Sword Technique to Great Accomplishment and Perfection overnight meant that not only in Jin State, but even within the Ten Nations, he could claim to be number one.

Such peerless talent left him no choice but to be awestruck and envious.

Not far away.

After finishing his demonstration of the Four Thunder Sword Technique, Ye Ping himself hadn't expected to gain an additional thirty-two Sword Moves.

But he had to admit, this set of sword techniques was truly powerful.

He had no magic power, yet he had shattered a giant rock relying solely on his sword moves. If he were to truly begin cultivating, wouldn't he be able to soar?

However, Ye Ping didn't show any signs of joy. Instead, he looked towards Su Changyu.

"Senior Disciple Brother, what do you think?"

Ye Ping asked, neither servile nor overbearing.

In the distance, Su Changyu was still in a daze, having not yet recovered.

"Senior Disciple Brother?"

Ye Ping called out again.

The next moment, Su Changyu snapped back to reality.

"Cough, cough."

Su Changyu coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness.

He looked at Ye Ping, his expression still calm, but his heart was still uncontrollably shocked.

"Senior Disciple Brother, do you think this junior brother has talent?"

Ye Ping continued to ask.

Talent?

This isn't just talent, this is beyond talent.

Calling him the number one person in the Ten Nations is an insult.

But Su Changyu didn't dare to say yes.

If he did, what if Little Junior Brother left?

Before, he was worried that if Ye Ping left, the sect wouldn't be able to advance to Third-rank.

Now, things were different.

If a peerless Sword Dao genius were to leave, the entire sect would be devastated.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He absolutely couldn't let Ye Ping go.

Thinking of this, Su Changyu took a deep breath and, steeling himself, spoke.

"Average."

After saying this, Su Changyu felt his face flush.

This is called average?

If this is average, then everyone who practices the sword in the Ten Nations might as well die, just die.

But he had no choice. He had to say it.

He couldn't possibly say, "Little Junior Brother, your Sword Dao talent is simply peerless. You shouldn't stay in this sect, hurry up and go to a major sect."

Wouldn't that be an idiotic move?

"Senior Disciple Brother, just tell me directly. This junior brother understands his own talent, you don't need to comfort me. But Senior Disciple Brother, please rest assured, even though this junior brother's aptitude is poor, I will definitely practice the sword with more dedication. Please be assured of this, Senior Disciple Brother."

Upon hearing the answer, Ye Ping immediately understood what "average" meant.

Average means very poor, but they're too embarrassed to say it directly, so as not to offend someone.

So Ye Ping understood that his Sword Dao talent was not good, but he was prepared and not upset. However, he still wanted to express his feelings.

This made Su Changyu feel even worse, and a sense of guilt immediately arose within him.

"Junior Brother, continue comprehending the sword marks. Don't overthink it. Senior Disciple Brother won't give up on you. I'll come back in a few days."

Su Changyu didn't want to do anything else right now. He just wanted to find the Sect Master immediately.

This matter was too big.

It wasn't something he could measure alone; he had to go see the Sect Master.

"Okay, Senior Disciple Brother, take care."

After hearing Su Changyu's words, Ye Ping breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he wasn't expelled from the sect, he was willing to do anything.

It wasn't that Ye Ping was clinging to the Qingyun Dao Sect.

It was just that in the past six months, he had participated in over fifty Ascension Conventions. Whether it was a major sect or a small sect, after testing his cultivation talent, they all rejected him.

To put it bluntly, setting aside his inherently poor aptitude, even if his aptitude was heaven-defying, what good would it do?

If no sect accepted him, he couldn't just stand alone gazing at the stars and comprehending the Great Dao, could he?

Opportunities are for those who are prepared. Seizing this chance, Ye Ping wouldn't let go. Moreover, everyone in this sect was a peerless expert, so he definitely wouldn't leave.

Half an incense stick later.

Qingyun Grand Hall.

Su Changyu's urgent voice rang out.

"Sect Master!"

"Sect Master!"

"Sect Master, something big has happened, something big has happened!"

Su Changyu's urgent voice echoed.

In the grand hall.

Grand Hua Daoist was planning the Qingyun Dao Sect's advancement to a Third-rank Sect.

Upon hearing Su Changyu's voice, Grand Hua Daoist was pulled from his thoughts.

"Changyu, why are you rushing around like that? You're the Senior Disciple Brother of the sect; you need to maintain your composure at all times, especially now that the Little Junior Brother has arrived. You need to set a good example."

Grand Hua Daoist stood up and spoke in a lecturing tone.

"Sect Leader, something big has happened."

Su Changyu walked into the main hall, closed the door behind him, and looked at Grand Hua Daoist, his breathing rapid.

"What big thing? Did your Little Junior Brother discover our sect's secret?"

Grand Hua Daoist also became a little nervous and couldn't help but ask.

"No, no."

Su Changyu was having trouble breathing. He had run all the way here without any regard for his image, so he was a bit out of breath.

"If it's not that, then what are you so worried about? Rushing around like this, you don't seem like a cultivator at all."

Hearing that it wasn't about that, Grand Hua Daoist immediately relaxed.

"Sect Leader, our Little Junior Brother's talent seems a bit... peculiar."

Su Changyu didn't know how else to describe it, so he used "peculiar."

"Peculiar? Is it very bad?" Grand Hua Daoist frowned slightly, but he had already anticipated it. If it wasn't bad, why would he have failed the Ascension Convention fifty times?

"Changyu, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but if he's not talented, that's fine. You know the conditions of our Dao Sect. If a true genius were to arrive, could you handle it?"

Grand Hua Daoist stood up and spoke calmly.

"No, Sect Leader, our Little Junior Brother's talent isn't bad, it's heaven-defyingly good."

Seeing that Grand Hua Daoist had misunderstood him, Su Changyu quickly explained.

"Heaven-defyingly bad? How bad can it be?"

Perhaps because Su Changyu was speaking too quickly, Grand Hua Daoist misheard him.

"Not heaven-defyingly bad, but heaven-defyingly good."

Su Changyu said urgently, completely losing his dignified demeanor and sweating profusely from anxiety.

Huh?

Heaven-defyingly good?

Are you kidding me?

Grand Hua Daoist was stunned.

"Changyu, people who lie have to swallow a thousand needles."

Grand Hua Daoist looked at Su Changyu, disbelievingly.

In his eyes, Ye Ping was just an ordinary cultivator.

If he were heaven-defyingly good, how could he have failed the Ascension Convention fifty times?

That was simply impossible.