Little Junior Brother, Perform the Heavenly River Sword Technique for Senior Brother

Su Changyu left.

But he quickly returned.

It wasn't that he forgot to bring something, but rather Su Changyu became increasingly scared the more he thought about it.

After all, the sword technique he just performed was one he'd made up himself.

The opening move was indeed the River Sword Technique, but several moves in the middle were his own invention—purely sword moves that looked grand and imposing but would be completely useless in actual combat.

Ye Ping was quite straightforward, and Su Changyu was afraid that Ye Ping, being too straightforward, might go astray later, which would be troublesome.

So Su Changyu came back.

He planned to have Ye Ping demonstrate it for him and then give him repeated instructions. That way, Ye Ping wouldn't become too fixated on it.

Soon, Su Changyu arrived at the back cliff.

Ye Ping wasn't practicing his sword; instead, he sat with his eyes closed, seemingly contemplating something.

"Little Junior Brother."

Su Changyu called out. Ye Ping opened his eyes, a look of confusion on his face.

"Senior Disciple Brother, why are you back?"

Ye Ping was a bit curious. He had only just sat down and was pondering the Heavenly River Sword Technique when Su Changyu returned.

"Little Junior Brother, please demonstrate the Heavenly River Sword Technique you just saw for me. I'm worried this sword technique might not suit you."

Su Changyu got straight to the point, without any pretense.

"Oh, okay."

Ye Ping nodded, then picked up the treasured sword beside him.

"Senior Brother, can you wait a moment? I just had some thoughts and wanted to ponder them."

Ye Ping became a little nervous.

After all, demonstrating a sword technique for a peerless Sword Dao expert felt like showing off in front of an expert, didn't it?

Especially since he'd only seen it once, Ye Ping was afraid of making a mistake and wanted to think it over first.

"No problem, Senior Brother will wait for you."

Su Changyu didn't mind.

"Then please wait, Senior Brother."

Ye Ping fell silent, standing in place. He closed his eyes and began to contemplate the sword technique.

Sword moves instantly appeared in Ye Ping's mind.

Within his mind, sword shadows crisscrossed.

Nine sword moves were continuously being deduced.

This Heavenly River Sword Technique possessed a majestic and grand sword momentum. In his mind, the sword moves were incredibly exquisite and profound, giving him an unparalleled sense of pressure.

It felt as if he were facing not a river, but a vast ocean.

But why was it called the Heavenly River Sword Technique?

Ye Ping fell into deep thought for a moment.

However, after a while, Ye Ping suddenly understood.

What is a heavenly river?

The Milky Way hanging in the sky is the heavenly river.

The heavenly river is the Milky Way.

No ocean could compare to the vastness of the Milky Way.

In that instant, Ye Ping completely understood.

Not far away.

Su Changyu's legs had gone numb.

He regretted coming over and was even more annoyed. Why did Ye Ping have such a poor memory?

Why did he need to think for such a long time about the sword moves Su Changyu had just displayed?

Couldn't he be faster?

I'm so tired.

Can you hurry up?

Just as Su Changyu was lost in his thoughts.

Suddenly, Ye Ping drew his sword.

Swish.

It sounded like waves.

It wasn't the sound of a sword humming, but the sound of ocean waves.

In an instant, Su Changyu was stunned.

Ye Ping's sword momentum was like a rainbow. After unleashing the first move, he seamlessly transitioned to the next.

Each move was like a wave.

One move was stronger than the last.

The twentieth move.

The fiftieth move.

The hundredth move.

Su Changyu was dumbfounded. He had only demonstrated nine moves to Ye Ping earlier, how had it become over a hundred now?

And the further the moves went, the stronger Ye Ping's aura became, like waves in a vast ocean.

One after another, one after another, infinitely stacking.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

A fierce wind swept through, kicking up all the broken branches and leaves within dozens of meters. Ancient trees trembled.

This wasn't sword momentum.

These were merely sword moves. As Ye Ping continuously swung his sword, the fallen leaves actually rose and fell like ocean waves.

Boom.

The three hundred and sixty-fifth move.

Ye Ping thrust his sword.

An explosion erupted in an instant.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Ten meters in front of Ye Ping, sand and stones flew, debris scattered everywhere, and the terrifying explosions were deafening.

However, Su Changyu was completely bewildered.

Is this the Heavenly River Sword Technique I just taught him?

Su Changyu stood frozen.

Ye Ping's sword momentum showed traces of what he had taught, but the power difference was like heaven and earth.

Su Changyu didn't know how to describe Ye Ping's sword momentum.

The only thing he knew was that if he had to fight Ye Ping, he might as well prepare his coffin in advance.

He had to remember, although he was unremarkable, he was still a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Cultivation!

And Ye Ping, who didn't even have cultivation, was this strong?

Was there any justice left in the world? Any law?

I'm so jealous.

Snapping back to reality, Su Changyu was overflowing with envy.

He truly hadn't expected Ye Ping to comprehend the damn Heavenly River Sword Technique in just an hour.

He was both angry and envious.

Not far away, Ye Ping retracted his long sword and looked at Su Changyu, a hint of nervousness on his face.

"Senior Disciple Brother, my aptitude is dull. I'm afraid I haven't been able to fully display the essence of this sword technique."

Ye Ping spoke truthfully.

Because he felt that this set of sword techniques was extremely unique, far more profound than the Four Thunder Sword Technique, and definitely not as simple as just three hundred and sixty-five sword moves.

The Sword of the Heavenly River.

"It's indeed average. But being able to perform three hundred and sixty-five moves in such a short time is considered passable. Alright, Little Junior Brother, you can continue to ponder it."

Su Changyu said dismissively.

But inwardly, he was incredibly upset.

He didn't want to speak anymore.

He simply left.

Ye Ping watched Su Changyu leave and subconsciously assumed it was because his own aptitude was too dull, which was why his Senior Disciple Brother didn't want to say more.

Thinking this, Ye Ping couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Senior Disciple Brother, don't worry, I will definitely work hard and strive to achieve one percent of your skill within my lifetime."

Ye Ping declared with conviction.

Su Changyu almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

One percent of me?

Is he mocking me?

This is psychological warfare.

Psychological warfare!

Fine, fine.

Little Junior Brother, oh Little Junior Brother.

I, Su Changyu, swear I will create a sword technique that even you cannot learn.

I don't believe there's anything you can't learn.

If you can learn this next sword technique I create...

I'll swallow every flying sword in Jin State right in front of you.

Dipped in sauce, no less.

Su Changyu's hand, hidden within his robes, clenched tightly. He swore in his heart that he would create a sword manual that Ye Ping would be unable to comprehend.

Definitely! Definitely! Definitely!

He was utterly demoralized.

Right now, he just wanted to be alone.

And so it was.

It wasn't until deep into the night.

Within the Qingyun Dao Sect, Xu Luochen, holding a book, walked outside his room, his brows furrowed.

"The four main ingredients for the Blood Replenishing Pill are Benefit Grass, Blood Vine, Withered Heart Root, and Good Supplement Leaf. The nine auxiliary ingredients are..."

Xu Luochen muttered to himself, reciting something.

But soon, he picked up the book in his hand, glanced at it, and then spoke to himself.

"Wrong again. It's not Withered Heart Root. Withered Heart Root is the main ingredient for the Sudden Death Pill. Xu Luochen, Xu Luochen, why can't you remember? The Alchemist Assessment is coming up soon. If you fail this time, it will be your eighth failure."

Xu Luochen lamented.

However, soon, Xu Luochen spotted a figure among the distant cliffs.

It was Su Changyu.

He stood alone, gazing at the starry sky, appearing utterly desolate.

"Senior Disciple Brother's condition seems to be worsening lately."

"Sigh, Senior Disciple Brother just lacks patience. Even if Little Junior Brother's aptitude is poor, it shouldn't be this bad, right?"

"Isn't it just poor aptitude? Whose aptitude isn't poor in our Qingyun Dao Sect? He just lacks a little patience."

"As a teacher, he has no patience at all. He gets completely demoralized by the slightest setback. He's truly not fit for the position of Sect Master in the future."

"Tomorrow, I'll go and teach this Little Junior Brother a lesson, and give Senior Disciple Brother a proper lecture, so he knows what it means to be a master."

Xu Luochen shook his head, appearing dismissive, and then continued to recite the medicinal formulas.