The Chen Clan had put down roots in this land two hundred years ago. Weathering wind and rain, they had accumulated many houses and small courtyards, which now stood quietly beneath the moonlight.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the courtyard. Chen Mu ran in, panting. "Grandpa, what just happened? I felt a powerful surge of Sword Qi piercing straight into the heavens. Even my martial soul trembled."
Chen Feng, who shared a room with Chen Mu, also came over at the commotion, muttering as he walked, "Yeah, Second Granduncle, that was one hell of a racket. What'd you go unleashing all that Sword Qi for in the middle of the night?"
Chen Mu rolled his eyes at Chen Feng. "Where did you pick up that accent? It's lame as hell."
Chen Feng grinned, unbothered. "Get lost! Second Granduncle, why were you so worked up just now? Picking a fight with thin air?"
Chen Cong's face darkened, and he shook his head helplessly.
Just then, Chen Jianjun and several others arrived one after another. They gathered around Chen Cong, quietly waiting for him to continue. Even Xia Yun had come over.
Chen Cong drew a deep breath and said slowly, "Tomorrow, Xiaojun will practice the formation with you."
"???" Everyone exchanged bewildered looks.
At that moment, light flashed in Chen Xiaojun's left hand, and the Nethersea Seven Kill Sword appeared in his grasp. Its blade radiated a faint, cold glow that inspired fear at a glance.
"The Seven Kill Sword!" everyone exclaimed in unison.
Chen Jianjun rushed forward excitedly and gripped Chen Xiaojun's shoulders. "Xiaojun, you have a Seven Kill Sword now?"
Chen Xiaojun smiled and nodded. "Yes, Brother."
"Good, good, good." Chen Jianjun was getting a little carried away.
Chen Mu, meanwhile, asked incredulously, "Sixth, you only leveled up and