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Chen Hong gazed at the faintly visible figure beyond the courtyard and said slowly, "The Sky-Blue Sword... this makes it our Chen Clan's third 'super sword,' doesn't it?"
Chen Cong shook his head slightly, his gaze seeming to pierce the dust and smoke of the years. "Old Hong, that isn't necessarily so. Have you forgotten our founding ancestor, Chen Ling?"
He lifted his teacup, speaking at an even pace. "Our founding ancestor was revered as the foremost of the Five Supremes, but to us descendants, the true extent of his strength has always been shrouded in mist."
He set down his teacup, his fingertip unconsciously tracing invisible marks along its rim. "What we do know is that after our founding ancestor visited Slaughter City, his martial soul advanced from seventh grade to eighth grade, then later broke through to ninth grade."
"As for his later years, whether that Seven Kill Sword ultimately crossed that vast chasm and became a third-tier super martial soul, standing alongside the Heavenly Might Sword and the Flowing Light Sword... no one can say for certain, even now."
Chen Cong's voice carried a thoughtful weight as he pondered the unsolved mystery. "There are many things that defy explanation."
"For instance, despite remaining at a cultivation level of level 98, he lived an astonishing three hundred years, far beyond what common sense would allow. And then there's..."
He raised his eyes to Chen Hong, an inquisitive look in them. "The unique supreme technique he passed down ranks second among the Chen Clan's Eight Ultimate Arts, behind only Sword God Descends."
"That means our founding ancestor's supreme technique carries even more weight than the inherited supreme techniques left by our two later level 99 ancestors, Chen Xili and Chen Feiyi."
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