After establishing his authority, Chu Kuangren withdrew the Heavenly Dao Sword manifestation. The weapons on Sword Mountain returned to their places, and the oppressive Sword Intent dissipated completely.
Murong Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Chu Kuangren with awe.
He truly was a little afraid.
A mighty Nascent Soul cultivator, suppressed with a single thought!
Although Sword Mountain had played a part in it, this also showed just how terrifyingly powerful Chu Kuangren's Nine-Orifice Exquisite Sword Heart was.
"Feel free to visit my Dao Palace when you have time. I must return to nurture the Saint Sword, so I won't keep you company any longer," Chu Kuangren said mildly.
With a beckon of his hand, the Kunwu Saint Sword landed in his grasp.
At a thought, the Saint Sword voluntarily merged into the Spirit Ruins within his body.
The Spirit Ruins housed the source of a cultivator's Spiritual Power.
It was also where a Saint Sword was nurtured.
Chu Kuangren nodded slightly to the Daoist Seeds, then turned and left. By the time he returned to Ling Tian Dao Palace, evening had fallen.
News of Chu Kuangren suppressing Murong Xuan also began spreading throughout the Mystic Heaven Sect. After all, the manifestations from their battle had not been concealed.
"I never imagined Chu Kuangren was so formidable. Even the Daoist Seed Murong Xuan was suppressed by him. Wasn't he just an outer disciple before?"
"Even with a Supreme Dao Body, he's cultivating far too quickly."
"He has a Supreme Dao Body, so it's only natural for the sect to pour everything into nurturing him. Chu Kuangren will probably soar into the heavens in one flight."
"They say that during his match with the Daoist Seed Murong Xuan, he actually gathered Sword Mountain's Sword Intent for his own use. His combat strength is inconceivable."
"I saw that manifestation too."
"He has the makings of a Young Emperor!"
If Chu Kuangren had previously made his name throughout the Mystic Heaven Sect through his talent, now he had awed everyone with his strength.
"Oh, a Nascent Soul Cultivation Experience Card?"
Looking at the prize he had drawn that day, Chu Kuangren could not help showing a little surprise before breaking into a gratified smile.
"At last, a halfway decent prize."
Since Chu Kuangren had transmigrated, aside from his initial lucky ten draws, everything else he had drawn had been Black Iron-grade.
Today, he had finally drawn a Silver-grade Nascent Soul Cultivation Experience Card.
"Young Master, Murong Xuan, Junyi, and the other Daoist Seeds have come to visit."
Xiao Bing suddenly sent him a message.
"Understood. Take them to the main hall to wait."
Chu Kuangren spoke.
He stretched, got up, and dressed properly.
Stepping outside, he happened to see Lan Yu in a blue-and-white ruqun dress. Upon seeing Chu Kuangren, she approached and bowed slightly.
"Young Master."
"Mm, come meet those Daoist Seeds with me."
Inside the main hall of Ling Tian Dao Palace.
Five Daoist Seeds had come to visit: Murong Xuan, Junyi, Qin Wushuang, Zhao Linglong, and Zhuo Han. The moment they entered the Dao Palace, they sensed something unusual. The Spiritual Energy here was so dense that it shocked them.
Their own residences were already among the Mystic Heaven Sect's rare grotto-heaven blessed lands, yet they fell far short of Ling Tian Dao Palace.
The difference between the two was simply heaven and earth.
"Eldest Senior Brother's residence really is extraordinary."
"The sect truly values Eldest Senior Brother, granting him a Dao Palace like this. Even the sect leader's residence must be no better."
"Cultivating here would be more than ten times as efficient as outside."
Murong Xuan and the others clicked their tongues in wonder, marveling endlessly.
A girl in white approached.
"Daoist Seeds, the young master will be here shortly. I've prepared tea for you. Please wait a moment," Xiao Bing said with a graceful bow.
The Daoist Seed Junyi smiled. "Thank you, little sister."
"You're too kind, Daoist Seed."
Xiao Bing felt rather overwhelmed by the favor.
Previously, she had been no more than an outer disciple, only able to watch from afar as people surrounded the True Disciples like stars clustered around the moon.
Let alone the Daoist Seeds.
Yet now, a Daoist Seed was affectionately calling her little sister.
It felt like a dream.
Junyi smiled. Rather than giving Xiao Bing the cold shoulder because she was an outer disciple, she chatted with her casually.
The Daoist Seeds had observed their surroundings when they entered. Apart from Xiao Bing, there were no other maids or servants in the vast Dao Palace.
And everyone now knew that Chu Kuangren was the Mystic Heaven Sect's Chief Disciple, the sect's favorite, whose future achievements would surely be extraordinary.
As the saying went, when one person attained the Dao, even his chickens and dogs ascended to heaven. How could they afford to offend his only maid? Building a good relationship was the right approach.
The Daoist Seeds sat chatting in the main hall.
Suddenly, two figures arrived together outside the hall.
They looked over, amazement shining in their eyes.
The newcomers were a man and a woman.
The man wore a wide-sleeved white robe embroidered with qilin and a jade crown. With a high nose bridge, handsome features, and an otherworldly bearing, he resembled an exiled immortal.
The woman wore a blue-and-white ruqun dress. Her long, silvery-white hair flowed like a waterfall, and her pale blue eyes seemed to hold a dazzling river of stars, brimming with charm.
She possessed a sacred, inviolable air that left onlookers spellbound.
Standing together, this man and woman could instantly outshine 99.9999... percent of the world's people in looks alone.
To say nothing of their distinctive bearing.
One was ethereal and unworldly, like an exiled immortal.
The other was cool and sacred, like a goddess high above.
They were none other than Chu Kuangren and Lan Yu.
The Daoist Seeds naturally knew Chu Kuangren, but they could not help feeling puzzled about Lan Yu beside him.
Who was this woman?
Was she from the Mystic Heaven Sect? Why had I never heard of her?
What was her relationship with Chu Kuangren?
A string of thoughts flashed through their minds.
"Greetings, Senior Brother."
"Hello, Senior Brother. May I ask who this young lady is?"
Murong Xuan was more direct, asking outright about Lan Yu's background.
"I met her when I left the sect for some fresh air a few days ago. She's my follower now. Her name is Lan Yu." Chu Kuangren did not say much.
Hearing this, they were even more surprised.
They had not expected Chu Kuangren to gain a follower so soon after becoming a Mystic Heaven Sect Daoist, much less such an outstanding woman.
At this thought, Murong Xuan and the other men felt a little sour inside.
"Come, sit."
Chu Kuangren took the main seat in the hall and began chatting with them.
They had not come to Ling Tian Dao Palace for anything important, merely to pay a visit and exchange insights on cultivation.
"So that's how it is."
Understanding dawned on the Daoist Seed Zhuo Han's face.
Like Chu Kuangren, he cultivated the Sage Law, the Purple Star Emperor Heaven Sword Art. Their exchange just now had brought him some insight.
He could not help marveling at how terrifying a Supreme Dao Body truly was. He had cultivated the Purple Star Emperor Heaven Sword Art for ten years, while Chu Kuangren had been studying it for less than a month, yet Chu Kuangren's understanding already rivaled his.
In some respects, it was even more distinctive and incisive than his own.
"What one learns on paper always feels shallow in the end. No amount of talk can compare to a real match. I, Zhuo Han, boldly ask for your guidance, Senior Brother."
Zhuo Han stood and cupped his hands as he spoke. He wanted to see just how great the gap was between himself and someone with a Supreme Dao Body like Chu Kuangren.
An expression of "just as expected" appeared on Chu Kuangren's face.
He had known it would turn out this way.
Exchanging cultivation insights? Keep exchanging, and it always ends in a fight.
Sigh, the same old routine.
These eyes of mine have seen through far too much.
"Since you're in the mood, Junior Brother Zhuo, I'll oblige."
What else could I do?
Fight, then.
He had only recently become Chief Disciple. These Daoist Seeds kept calling him Senior Brother, but who knew how convinced they truly were?
If he did not fight, they would inevitably start entertaining thoughts.
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