"An apology?"
On Lingtian Peak, Jun Wangyou had been happily watching Master Pagoda train his many artifact spirit underlings when he heard the voice coming from the foot of the mountain.
As his gaze flickered in thought, Jun Wangyou could not help but sigh inwardly.
This was the benefit brought by status and backing.
If it had been someone else, even another true disciple, Chen Tian would never have acted like this.
The moment he learned that his younger brother had been injured, Chen Tian would probably have charged straight to the door.
Putting away his thoughts, Jun Wangyou rose and walked outside. Reaching the edge of the peak, he said calmly,
"Senior Brother Chen, come up."
Chen Tian had brought Chen Xiaotian to apologize. Would he accept it?
Of course he would.
Jun Wangyou was not an idiot. He was not one of those dim-witted protagonists.
Chen Tian was a true disciple, yet he was willing to apologize to him in full view of everyone. That already revealed many things.
The most important of them was that Chen Tian believed—
He could not afford to offend Jun Wangyou. To prevent Jun Wangyou from taking revenge in the future, he had resorted to this most humiliating method.
Once Jun Wangyou accepted his apology, he could no longer make a move against him over this matter in the future.
Many people were watching. If Jun Wangyou still attacked Chen Tian afterward, then Jun Wangyou would become the petty villain.
This was an open scheme.
So the question was, how could Chen Tian be certain that Jun Wangyou would forgive him?
Jun Wangyou's eyes lit up. Did he even need to think about it? Chen Tian had definitely brought a gift.
And it had to be a valuable gift, or Chen Tian would never have had such confidence.
Before long, Chen Tian brought Chen Xiaotian to the peak and met Jun Wangyou.
Beneath the Red Maple Tree, Jun Wangyou stood quietly and did not invite Chen Tian into the courtyard.
The moment they met, Chen Tian sighed sincerely.
"Junior Brother Jun truly possesses an extraordinary bearing, like an exiled immortal descending to the mortal world. I always thought the outside world had exaggerated before, but now it seems I was merely shortsighted."
Jun Wangyou smiled faintly without responding, his gaze occasionally shifting to Chen Xiaotian.
At that moment, Chen Xiaotian had shrunk up like a quail behind Chen Tian, not daring to raise his head at all.
As if noticing this, Chen Tian immediately shifted aside, kicked Chen Xiaotian in the rear, and cursed angrily,
"You idiot! Why haven't you apologized to True Disciple Jun yet? If True Disciple Jun had not been magnanimous enough to spare your life, there would already be a grave over your head!"
Jun Wangyou smiled faintly, amusement in his eyes.
"Brother Chen, I don't recall saying I would spare your brother."
Chen Tian's expression immediately froze. Then he turned back, wearing a placating smile as he said,
"True Disciple Jun is right. That is why I brought this disappointing younger brother of mine here to apologize to you."
As he spoke, Chen Tian turned his wrist, and a purple token appeared in his hand. He said,
"This is the Purple Lord Immortal Mansion Token. Legend says it is the key to the cave dwelling of the ancient immortal Zi Jun.
"It is immensely valuable and contains the secret to becoming an immortal. It is a treasure I obtained after narrowly escaping death many times, and today I offer it to True Disciple Jun.
"I only hope True Disciple Jun will be magnanimous and spare this disappointing younger brother of mine."
Chen Tian bent at the waist and presented the token with both hands, appearing extremely humble and sincere.
Naturally, Jun Wangyou did not stand on ceremony. He reached out, took the token, and smiled openly.
"I accept Brother Chen's goodwill. It was never a major matter to begin with. Since that is the case, from this moment onward, Chen Xiaotian and I have no more grievances or entanglements. Is Brother Chen satisfied now?"
Chen Tian straightened up. Looking at Jun Wangyou's smiling, harmless face, he finally let out a long breath inwardly and said with a smile,
"Then I thank True Disciple Jun. In that case, my younger brother and I will not disturb you any longer. Farewell."
Chen Tian cupped his fists.
Jun Wangyou returned the gesture. "Take care, Brother Chen."
After returning to his room, Jun Wangyou chuckled softly. After a brief pause, he could not help shaking his head.
"As expected, there aren't that many brain-dead villains in reality."
Letting out a soft breath, he tossed the token aside and began cultivating.
He did not care about whatever immortal mansion lay behind the token.
He did not need to think to know that it would inevitably be an opportunity fought over by countless people.
There would be slaughter, competition, danger, and many grudges would be formed.
To Jun Wangyou, that simply was not worth it.
His talent was unparalleled. As long as he had sufficient resources and could remain in a stable, safe place to cultivate, becoming an immortal would be as easy as turning his hand. There was no need to take risks.
Thus, the token's greatest use to him was to auction it off in exchange for vast resources.
Of course, there was no rush.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Jun Wangyou took out the Dao technique he had obtained from the Scripture Repository and began cultivating.
However, when he saw the technique's name, Jun Wangyou could not stop the corner of his mouth from twitching.
"This name... damn, it's so cringe."
"But... I like it."
Looking at the name of the Dao technique in his hands, Jun Wangyou clicked his tongue repeatedly, then grinned.
He opened the Dao technique titled <Sword Extinguishes the Sky Sword Qi That Only Handsome Bastards as Handsome as Me Can Master>.
Jun Wangyou began to comprehend it.
A moment later, Jun Wangyou closed the book, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"What the hell? Is this a Dao technique that any normal person could come up with?"
This Dao technique called Sword Extinguishes the Sky was actually very simple to cultivate.
But it could be summed up in one word: big!
Condense the sword qi to the greatest possible size.
Big was all that mattered. Speed, power, destructive force—those were all bullshit.
As long as the sword qi was large enough, none of that would be a problem.
If you were capable and had enough spiritual energy, you could directly condense a hundred-thousand-meter sword qi. One slash, and everything would be solved.
The idea was simple and crude enough.
However, to condense a hundred-thousand-meter sword qi—or even a ten-thousand-meter one—purely through cultivation required at least Nascent Soul Realm cultivation.
Unless someone in this world possessed Spiritual Power reserves comparable to the Nascent Soul Realm while still in the Foundation Establishment Realm, this Dao technique was complete nonsense.
And there was another especially outrageous rule to this Dao technique.
If the condensed sword qi was less than ten thousand meters long, it could not be released.
Simply put, those below the Nascent Soul Realm could not cultivate it, while those above the Nascent Soul Realm would not think much of it.
"Could this thing have been tailor-made for me?"
Jun Wangyou muttered in disbelief.
He strongly suspected that this Dao technique had been tailor-made for him.
Was there anyone in this world who could possess Spiritual Power comparable to the Nascent Soul Realm while still in the Foundation Establishment Realm?
Jun Wangyou did not know whether others could, but he himself probably could.
Thinking of how he had absorbed tens of thousands of spirit stones immediately after breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, Jun Wangyou grew excited.
If it really worked, that would be insanely awesome.
At the Foundation Establishment Realm, others could at most play around with fireball spells or fly swords.
But when Jun Wangyou made a move, it would be a ten-thousand-meter sword qi comparable to the Nascent Soul Realm!
What was dimensional suppression?
This was it!
As the thought flashed through his mind, Jun Wangyou had already leaped outside. He could not wait to test it.
He arrived at an open area.
Jun Wangyou drew the Nine Heavens Scarlet Fire Sword, pointed its tip toward the sky, and began condensing sword qi.
Very quickly, the sword qi reached one meter, two meters, three meters... one hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters, five hundred meters...
As the sword qi grew larger and larger, countless disciples around Lingtian Peak were once again drawn to look.
"Look, what's that?"
"It looks like sword qi? I'm not sure. Let's keep watching."
"Is Senior Brother Jun cultivating sword qi? But isn't that far too huge?"
"There doesn't seem to be a Dao technique like that in the Scripture Repository."
"Who says there isn't? Isn't it that super-cringe Dao technique?"
"Super-cringe? Oh~ that one. But wasn't it said that only those above the Nascent Soul Realm could cultivate it?"
"Ordinary people can't cultivate it. Is Senior Brother Jun an ordinary person?"
"So that's how it is..."
Countless disciples discussed it among themselves as they watched Lingtian Peak.
Meanwhile, atop Lingtian Peak, the sword qi quickly broke through one thousand meters, then two thousand, three thousand, four thousand, five thousand...
The speed was not fast because Jun Wangyou was still slowly adapting.
Yet even at five thousand meters, Jun Wangyou still felt that the spiritual energy within him was incomparably abundant. There was no sign of depletion at all.
Next, the sword qi broke through eight thousand meters, nine thousand meters, nine thousand five hundred meters...
After reaching nine thousand five hundred meters, the sword qi's growth finally slowed.
In the end, the sword qi stopped at a terrifying nine thousand eight hundred and ninety meters!
It was only one hundred and ten meters away from ten thousand!
Terrifying indeed!
The countless disciples below Lingtian Peak were all dumbfounded.
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