Ye Ping was somewhat surprised.
He had heard of the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention; he had caught mention of it when attending the Ascension Convention.
It was simply that, at the time, Ye Ping had not even been qualified to enter an immortal sect, much less qualified to know anything about the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention.
"That's right, the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention."
Su Changyu nodded and answered Ye Ping.
"Senior Brother, can I take part?"
Ye Ping grew rather curious.
The Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention sounded incredibly impressive.
He had cultivated immortality for less than two months in total.
And they wanted him to participate in such a convention?
Wouldn't it be utterly embarrassing if he lost?
"Junior Brother, we cultivators of our generation should never begrudge a battle."
"If you fear this and fear that, then what great path of immortal cultivation can you speak of?"
Su Changyu said earnestly.
"Senior Brother, it isn't that I'm afraid. It's mainly that after cultivating for so long, I've only comprehended the Four Thunder Sword Intent. I haven't fully comprehended the Heavenly River Sword Momentum yet, and I'm worried about bringing shame upon the sect."
Ye Ping was not afraid either. Such conventions did not normally cost anyone their life; they were generally contests that stopped at the right point. What Ye Ping chiefly feared was disgracing the Qingyun Dao Sect.
That was the troublesome part.
Otherwise, a loss was just a loss. There was nothing burdensome about it.
Yet these words sounded especially grating to Su Changyu.
What did he mean by "only" comprehending the Four Thunder Sword Intent?
Was that word "only" insulting every Sword Cultivator in Qingzhou?
As someone from the circle who had once participated in the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention, Su Changyu understood the convention extremely