The Fallen Genius Sword Saint

The image of the War God had shattered in Blumer's heart. Blumer had always admired Olivier most, followed by the War God; although he considered his elder brother formidable, he had never been certain that Olivier could truly become a god.

It took a long while for Blumer to recover from the news.

"Then, Big Brother, what profound truths have you comprehended?"

Blumer asked.

"I have already pushed the profound truths of the Light Element and the Darkness Element to their limits, which is why Fane is no match for me."

When he left the Ice Plains, Olivier's comprehension of the Light and Darkness elements had not yet reached their limits. However, although he hadn't been in secluded cultivation during his journey, a moment of insight while practicing Tai Chi had allowed him to break through.

"Big Brother is truly amazing."

Thinking of how Fane and the others had cultivated for so long only to reach the peak of the Saint-level, while Olivier had reached the limit of two profound truths in such a short time—and possessed strength far exceeding Fane's—Blumer was awestruck.

"Blumer, do you know how many god-level experts there are on the Yulan Continent?"

For nearly five thousand years, no one on the Yulan Continent had become a god. Olivier believed the reasons were twofold: first, their horizons were too narrow; second, many Saint-level experts pinned all their hopes on the Graveyard of the Gods, shackling themselves and leading to the deaths of countless Saint-level powerhouses.

Olivier felt that if he wanted Blumer to become a god independently, he needed to broaden his perspective.

"The ruler of the Dark Forest, Dylin of the Magical Beast Mountain Range, the High Priest, the War God, Rutherford, and Cesar—these are the six god-level powerhouses. Aside from the ruler of the Dark Forest, the other five are merely low-level Demigods. Among them, Dylin possesses the greatest strength, and of the remaining four, I estimate the High Priest to be slightly stronger. Even if they are Demigods, strictly speaking, becoming a Saint-level expert is merely the beginning of cultivation. The War God and the others are only just stepping through the door."

"Blumer, I tell you this so you won't view god-level experts as unattainable. You must believe in yourself; one day, you too will become a god-level expert. I will reach the god-level within ten years at most, so you must work hard, Blumer. Do not disappoint me. I do not wish for my younger brother to fail to even reach the god-level."

Now that Blumer had reached the Saint-level, Olivier felt it was time to administer a strong dose of reality; he shouldn't think that becoming a Saint was the pinnacle of achievement.

These words would deal a heavy blow to Blumer and overturn many of his perceptions, which was exactly what Olivier wanted to see. Blumer had great talent, and Olivier did not want him to end up as someone who lived forever under his wings.

"Big Brother, I will certainly not let you down."

Blumer was deeply shocked by Olivier's words today; they kept hammering at his nerves, and he didn't even fully grasp the implications, but since he was a child, Blumer had always listened to Olivier.

"You rogue lion, come greet my brother."

As soon as they returned home, Olivier tossed Simba onto a stool. Olivier strictly forbade him from speaking in front of others, so the lion had been napping on the stool.

When Blumer returned, Simba had noticed he was only at the early Saint-level—someone he could swat to death with a single paw—so he had no interest. Blumer, for his part, hadn't paid any attention to the cat, his focus entirely on Olivier.

"Greetings, Blumer. I am the Boss's younger brother, the great Snow Lion, Simba."

The cute cat spoke in human language, giving Blumer a start.

"Big Brother, this cute cat is a Saint-level magical beast, a Snow Lion?"

Blumer knew well that the Snow Lion was a very powerful species among Saint-level magical beasts; the cat before him looked quite different from what he had imagined.

"Hmph, Boss, this is the only way I can get by in human society. Otherwise, I could swat a Saint-level novice like you away with one paw."

Simba acted cute in protest. After arriving in human society, Simba found that Olivier was right; this appearance of his was particularly well-loved.

"Haha, how adorable."

Blumer laughed.

The two brothers and the Snow Lion got along happily.

The next day, news of Olivier's return spread throughout the Imperial Capital. Olivier had returned from the Ice Plains after ten years of silence without challenging anyone, maintaining a very low profile, which led to much speculation. This was completely different from his previous style.

Many guessed that Olivier's strength had stagnated over these years; otherwise, he would have at least sought revenge against the Rock Sword Saint, Haydson.

A month passed, and Olivier did nothing shocking after returning to the capital. Instead, he purchased two beautiful slave girls, spent his time eating, drinking, and having fun, and frequently visited the most luxurious spots in the capital, indulging in a life of leisure.

In truth, Olivier was simply reading books at home, practicing Tai Chi, eating good food, and strolling through the capital to enjoy life.

Olivier's behavior was perceived by others as him falling from grace. He was no longer the genius Sword Saint who constantly challenged others to grow stronger, but a hedonist obsessed with pleasure, and they assumed his strength had ceased to grow.

At dawn, Olivier would rise to practice Tai Chi. This was the moment when light and darkness intertwined, and practicing at this time aided in the fusion of the profound truths of Light and Darkness; the same effect occurred at dusk. Ever since Olivier discovered the secret of Tai Chi, he had persisted in this routine.

"So comfortable."

Olivier was now in a state where he was on the verge of becoming a god; every time he finished a set, he felt he was one step closer.

"Sophie, Jessica, is breakfast ready?"

Sophie and Jessica were the two slave girls Olivier had bought—eighteen-year-old twin sisters, the elder being Sophie and the younger, Jessica. They were the most beautiful of all the slaves; Olivier had never seen such beautiful women, let alone twins.

Before becoming slaves, they were young ladies of a noble family in a fallen kingdom. After their country was destroyed and their family perished, they both fell into slavery. After being trained by their slave master, they had long since lost the arrogance of noble ladies, yet they retained their noble temperament. They could sing and dance, and more importantly, they were excellent cooks. Olivier had spent the price of an eighth-rank magical core—five hundred thousand gold coins—to purchase them.

However, after Olivier tasted their cooking, he knew the money was well spent; they were far better than the chefs in the restaurants.

Both sisters had been specially trained by the slave master and were top-tier in every aspect; otherwise, they could not have been sold for such a high price.

"My Lord, it will be ready immediately."

Sophie and Jessica felt incredibly lucky. They never expected that after becoming slaves, they would be sold to the genius Sword Saint, Olivier. On the Yulan Continent, where strength was respected, countless princesses and noble maidens would have been willing to marry someone with Olivier and Blumer's qualifications.

What made Sophie and Jessica happiest was that this master was very easygoing and gentle. He did not care for their beauty, but rather valued their culinary skills and other talents. He was the ideal prince charming for any young girl.

They had both prepared themselves to offer their bodies at any time, but unfortunately, Olivier had never made a move on them. Privately, the two sisters even wondered if Olivier had some sort of problem in that department.

"Simba, where is that lazy lion?"

Olivier asked. Saint-level experts could absorb energy from the heavens and earth and generally did not need to eat, but Simba had developed a taste for the food prepared by the Sophie sisters and would come to satisfy his cravings at every meal.

"We haven't seen Lord Simba this morning."

Sophie replied.

Sophie and Jessica initially found Simba very cute, but after learning that he was a Saint-level Snow Lion, they were always a bit afraid. Both sisters were Level 4 mages; Sophie was a water-style mage, and Jessica was a fire-style mage. The aura Simba inadvertently leaked made them tremble.

"Come, come, let's eat together. Don't worry about him."

Olivier called out to Jessica, who was about to go find Simba, and beckoned the two of them to eat breakfast.

With two beauties for company, the meal was finished pleasantly.

After the meal, Olivier found Simba and discovered that he had fallen into a state of cultivation. This guy seems to have made a breakthrough. Has he reached the Saint-level limit?

One had to admit that Simba's talent was still very powerful.

At noon.

"My Lord, My Lord, it's bad, it's bad! The Rock Saint Swordmaster, Haydson, has sent a challenge letter." Olivier was watching Simba to ensure he wouldn't be disturbed when a guard came in to report.

"What are you shouting about? Sophie, Jessica, don't let anyone disturb Simba. I'll go take a look."

Olivier said.

"One month from now, a duel at Tu Jiao Mountain?"

Olivier held the challenge letter and stared at the messenger.

"I wasn't looking for you, yet you came looking for me. Life is too boring, so I'll play along with you." As Olivier spoke, he pressed his aura toward the Level 9 warrior who had delivered the letter, scaring him so much he didn't dare move. "Tell Haydson that I accept."

The Level 9 expert delivered his farewell and ran away quickly, thinking to himself: Damn, that was suffocating.

Although it doesn't matter what others think, since you, Haydson, have given me an opportunity, I am very happy to change my image in the eyes of the people. Hehe.

Olivier thought to himself as he returned to the backyard.

On the other side, the Level 9 expert was very fast and soon returned to the Haydson estate.

"Teacher, Olivier has agreed," the Level 9 warrior reported.

"Oh, did he say anything else?" Haydson asked.

"He said: 'Life is too boring, so I'll play along with you,'" the Level 9 warrior replied with some trepidation.

"Very arrogant. Since that's the case, I'll play along with you. I hope you don't disappoint me."

Haydson had made a slight breakthrough in the last ten years. Based on Olivier's personality, he believed that Olivier definitely hadn't made a breakthrough and felt he had no chance of winning, which was why he hadn't challenged him again.

"My Lord, are you really going to duel the Rock Saint Swordmaster, Haydson?" Sophie asked with some concern, as the Rock Saint Swordmaster was famous after all.

"What, is my Sophie worried that I will lose?" Olivier said. "With such beautiful and cute girls like Sophie and Jessica, and such delicious food, how could I bear to die? Don't worry, Haydson is no match for me at all. Dealing with him will take mere minutes."

"Really? If you like us, My Lord, why don't you take us?" Sophie asked shyly.

"I'm waiting to fatten you both up before I 'eat' you. Hahaha!"

"My Lord, you're so annoying. If we get fat, we won't be pretty anymore."

Soon, the news of the duel between the Genius Swordmaster Olivier and the Rock Saint Swordmaster Haydson ten years later spread from the Imperial Capital.

Everyone looked forward to the arrival of this battle.

Yet Olivier remained as he always was, eating and playing as usual, showing none of the demeanor of someone before a decisive battle, which left many people puzzled.

Some felt that Olivier had truly fallen into depravity, but more people still believed that Olivier was confident of victory.

Time passed leisurely in the company of Sophie and Jessica. Simba had made some breakthroughs, though he hadn't reached the Saint-level limit yet. He was infinitely close, and should have reached the strength Olivier had when he entered the Graveyard of the Gods in the original story.

In that month, many powerhouses came to the Imperial Capital, all to watch the third duel between the Genius Swordmaster Olivier and the Rock Saint Swordmaster Haydson.

Even Linley's Baruch Kingdom sent Gates to watch the battle.