The paper crane flew fast, more than twice as fast as Su Ling'er's cloud, and Little Mountain Peak soon came back into view.
Just as the paper crane was about to land, two streaks of sword light shot into the sky, and two immensely powerful sword intents locked in a stalemate above Little Mountain Peak.
Ouyang covered his face. He could figure out with his ass that Bajie and Xiao Bai were fighting again. These unfilial brats couldn't feel at ease unless they stirred up trouble every day.
The paper crane wobbled, then slowly settled into Little Mountain Peak's courtyard. Hu Tutu shouted excitedly, "Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother, come look! The Sect Master gave me a spirit treasure!"
But Hu Tutu's words drew no attention from anyone in the courtyard.
Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu stood facing each other. The two immensely powerful sword intents were coming from them.
Off to the side, Chen Changsheng shook his head with a helpless smile, unable to do anything about it.
Hu Tutu, who had wanted to show off her new spirit treasure, felt a little disappointed. Suddenly, she spotted the Tibetan fox passing by, and her eyes lit up. She picked him up with both hands and held him before the paper crane. "Handsome Guy, look! This is the spirit treasure the Sect Master gave me!"
Hu Yan stared blankly at the paper crane before him. A spirit treasure? The Azure Cloud Sect really was rolling in money!
But as a great demon cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, he had already lost interest in spirit treasures. A Dao artifact would have caught Hu Yan's interest, but a spirit treasure wasn't much use to a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence stage.
Ouyang walked over to Chen Changsheng and asked irritably, "What happened? What nonsense are those two up to now?"
Seeing Ouyang, Chen Changsheng hurriedly said, "Senior Brother, you're back? Well, after I swore the Heavenly Dao Oath yesterday, Fourth Junior Brother said my Sword Dao was absolutely terrible and offered to teach me."
Before Chen Changsheng even finished, Ouyang already knew what had happened next.
Bai Feiyu wanted to guide Chen Changsheng in the Sword Dao. As an Ancient Sword Immortal who had witnessed countless paths of the sword, he could naturally offer Chen Changsheng some pointers.
The main problem was that Leng Qingsong was standing right beside him, and his path was the complete opposite of Bai Feiyu's.
Bai Feiyu's Sword Dao was: with a sword in my heart, all things are my sword.
This was a supreme Sword Dao. Everything under heaven became a sword, placing him beyond defeat the moment he struck and allowing him to suppress his opponents with ease. Against those at his level or below, it was as simple as slicing melons and chopping vegetables.
The Sword Dao Leng Qingsong cultivated, however, was: I am the sword, and the sword is me!
This could no longer be called a supreme Sword Dao. He wanted to embody the Sword Dao all by himself!
Every Sword Dao under heaven is me, and I am the Sword Dao!
That explanation alone made it clear that Leng Qingsong's Sword Dao focused on slaughter. When he struck, someone died, and fighting above his level was as easy as drinking water.
Their Sword Daos clashed like a needle's point against the tip of an awn.
So when Bai Feiyu instructed Chen Changsheng, "There are countless sword arts. You should draw on their strengths to remedy your weaknesses and temper your sword heart until it's perfectly flawless! Let me explain..."
Leng Qingsong, standing nearby, naturally couldn't bear to listen. He interrupted Bai Feiyu, enunciating every word. "I. Am. The. Sword. That's. Right!"
Bai Feiyu raised an eyebrow and said unhappily, "Your Sword Dao is far too dangerous. It's like walking a tightrope-you can easily succumb to cultivation deviation. The Sword Dao should complement your state of mind. A perfect sword heart is the proper path."
Leng Qingsong sneered. "Mediocre. Fool!"
Bai Feiyu slammed the table and sprang to his feet, roaring, "An unorthodox dead end!"
Leng Qingsong shot back, "Worthless. Trash!"
Utterly confident in their own Sword Daos, the two were like fire and water. After exchanging a couple of barbs, they drew their swords against each other.
And that was how things had ended up like this.
They had completely forgotten that their original purpose was to teach Chen Changsheng, while Chen Changsheng himself wasn't actually all that obsessed with the Sword Dao.
Whether it was the Sword Dao, the Blade Dao, or the Spear Dao...
He took only the parts that benefited him most. Only by putting all three thousand Great Daos to use could he catch his enemies off guard!
As far as the Sword Dao went, being able to unleash sword qi was enough for him.
By the time Chen Changsheng finished explaining what had happened, Ouyang was already used to it. If these unfilial brats didn't stir something up every day, that would be what truly felt strange.
True qi surged inside Ouyang. He thrust out his hand and roared, "Get lost, both of you!"
A powerful wave of true qi brutally swept both of them away, abruptly cutting off their sword intents.
Ouyang flung them straight from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain.
The two had barely steadied themselves at the foot of the mountain when they caught sight of each other, and the swords in their hands began to hum impatiently.
Bai Feiyu and Leng Qingsong drew their swords in the same instant and charged at each other!
At once, sword intent raged at the foot of Little Mountain Peak, sword qi crisscrossed through the air, and countless metallic clashes rang out.
Looking utterly done with life over these two unfilial brats, Ouyang noticed Chen Changsheng getting ready to slip away.
Ouyang pulled Chen Changsheng over and asked uneasily, "Are you confident about the Sect Grand Competition in a month?"
After all, their opponent was the Devil Race Sacred Son. Who knew whether he might suddenly unleash some explosive power? Protagonists powering up like that was all too common.
Even with only a sliver of health left, they could shout a few lines about love and gay... good old friendship, then revive at full health and thrash the final boss.
Ouyang wouldn't find it remotely surprising if that sort of bullshit plot happened to Zu Yuan. One look at his stats panel made it clear that he, too, was a child of the Heavenly Dao.
Hearing Ouyang's solemn question, Chen Changsheng answered with some uncertainty, "My chances aren't very good. About forty percent?"
"Forty percent? That high?" Ouyang asked, staring at Chen Changsheng in surprise.
Forty percent didn't sound high, but when it came from Chen Changsheng, it was incredibly high.
Ouyang knew perfectly well just how cautiously Chen Changsheng played things. What Ouyang meant by asking whether he was confident and what Chen Changsheng understood by that question were two entirely different concepts.
Ouyang was merely worried that Zu Yuan might suddenly power up and turn the tables during the Sect Grand Competition. He only wanted to know whether Chen Changsheng was confident he could beat Zu Yuan there.
But Chen Changsheng was definitely thinking about whether he could still successfully kill Zu Yuan during the Sect Grand Competition, even after the elders watching from Azure Cloud Peak stepped in, the Sect Master intervened, and Zu Yuan powered up four or five times!
Ouyang knew these unfilial brats' temperaments far too well.
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said seriously, "That's only an optimistic estimate. After all, I've never seen the Sect Master fight. If he really intervenes, my chances will probably be even lower."
See? See?! I knew it! That's exactly what this kid was thinking!
After all, this kid's mind had never worked normally.
Because of his severe persecution complex, this kid had already completely hollowed out Little Mountain Peak.
And that wasn't even counting the countless trump cards he had secretly prepared.
There were three things to remember on Little Mountain Peak:
First: don't be surprised by how often Leng Qingsong comprehends sword intent!
Second: don't underestimate how quickly Bai Feiyu breaks through cultivation realms!
Third: don't try to imagine what Chen Changsheng might pull out of his sleeve!
Before you continue