Following the flow of people, Chen Xin soon arrived at a magnificent mountain gate.
The mountain gate stands majestically, piercing the clouds, with two ancient characters engraved on the plaque above it in a sharp, sword-like style: " Sword Pavilion ".
Just looking at those two words, Chen Xin felt an incomparably sharp sword intent rushing towards him, as if thousands of sharp swords were hanging between his brows...
Even this peak swordsman of the Douluo Continent couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and subconsciously summoned the Seven Kill Sword.
"Such powerful sword intent... Even the gate plaque exudes such power; this Sword Pavilion is indeed extraordinary!"
Chen Xin secretly praised him, his eyes blazing with fierce fighting spirit.
He had been obsessed with swords all his life and had few rivals in the Douluo Continent. Now, seeing a higher level of swordsmanship, he could hardly contain his excitement.
In front of the mountain gate is a very spacious square, which is now packed with people.
Countless young talents eagerly awaited the arrival of the Sword Pavilion, including those with a calm demeanor and sharp eyes, clearly all there for the opportunity to recruit disciples.
Chen Xin was dressed in exotic attire, his white hair contrasting sharply with his upright and sword-like posture, exuding an extraordinary and unique aura.
It stood out in the crowd, attracting many curious glances.
He paid no attention to the gazes of others, his eyes sweeping across the high platform in front of the square with lightning speed.
Several figures sat atop the high platform, each exuding an aura as deep as the sea. In particular, an old man in the center, who was resting with his eyes closed, did not deliberately emanate any pressure, yet Chen Xin felt an invisible, heart-pounding sense of oppression, as if he were facing a dormant volcano.
"So these are the higher-ups of the Sword Pavilion... truly unfathomable."
Chen Xin secretly assessed the situation and gained a more intuitive understanding of the power gap between the Douluo Continent and this world.
Titled Douluo here would hardly be considered top-tier.
Just then, an elderly man on the high platform, who had been lazily yawning and had white hair and beard but a ruddy complexion, glanced unintentionally in the direction where Chen Xin was, and suddenly exclaimed "Eh..."
He then sat up abruptly, his previously sleepy eyes suddenly flashing with a sharp, piercing light, which locked onto Chen Xin.
His gaze was sharp as a sword, as if it could pierce through flesh and see right to the source.
Chen Xin felt an invisible force sweep over him, and his Soul Power trembled slightly involuntarily. The Seven Kill Sword even emitted a faint, clear sound, as if it had encountered some kind of resonance.
"How strange! How strange!"
The old man's figure flickered, and before everyone's eyes could see him, he appeared before Chen Xin like Gui Mei, marveling at Chen Xin and looking him up and down as if admiring a rare treasure.
"You old codger, you're quite old, but your cultivation... is pitifully weak. You haven't even reached the Sea of Bitterness Secret Realm. You're practically an old mortal who has never cultivated."
The old man's words clearly reached Chen Xin and spread throughout the square, drawing a murmur of whispers.
The various forces in the Douluo Continent who witnessed this scene through the Heavenly Screen, such as the Spirit Hall, the Clear Sky Sect, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, were immediately thrown into an uproar.
"What? Sword Douluo... is pitifully weak in cultivation?"
Ning Fengzhi nearly dropped the teacup in his hand, his face filled with disbelief.
"A mere mortal old man who has never cultivated? This... this Shrouding the Heavens World is far too arrogant!"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong, stared wide-eyed.
"Hahaha! That old guy Chen Xin, he could roam freely in the Douluo Continent, but he's treated like a 'weakling' over there?"
Spirit Hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan let out a sneer without any politeness.
"Shut up, Yue Guan!"
Ghost Douluo Gui Mei said in a deep voice, but his eyes also betrayed his astonishment.
In the imperial palace of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Ye and his ministers looked at each other with solemn expressions.
The Star Luo Empire felt the same way. Dai Tianfeng frowned deeply. " Chen Xin's strength is already top-tier here, yet he's being evaluated like this over there... Just how terrifying is this Shrouding the Heavens World?"
Despite the old man's evaluation and the ridicule from the Douluo Continent, Chen Xin's expression remained calm, but his heart was in turmoil.
Although he sensed that the spiritual energy in this world was abundant and the rules were even more restrictive, he never expected that his level 96 Titled Douluo cultivation, which he had achieved through nearly a hundred years of hard work in the Douluo Continent, would be so insignificant in this person's eyes!
Moreover, the other party was able to see through the "incomplete" state of his internal energy circulation at a glance; such insight was truly astonishing.
The old man ignored what Chen Xin was thinking and continued to speak to himself, "But your sword intent... tsk tsk tsk, you've already glimpsed the beginnings!"
Although still immature, he is incredibly pure, with a solid foundation and a hint of unyielding sharpness. He is a natural talent for sword training!
What a pity! Such wasted years! If he had received guidance from a renowned teacher from a young age, his achievements today would surely be limitless!
The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, then suddenly slapped his thigh and stared intently at Chen Xin:
"Hey, old man, would you like to become my apprentice?"
I am an elder of the Sword Pavilion, with the Daoist name ' Ling Jue '. If you become my disciple, I will teach you everything I know. Although I dare not say that you can make up for the years you have wasted, I guarantee that your swordsmanship will improve by leaps and bounds.
Making a name for oneself in the Great Xia Dynasty isn't difficult!
These words immediately caused an uproar in the square.
The Sword Pavilion elder personally offered to take on a disciple—this is an incredible opportunity!
Countless young talents looked at Chen Xin with envy and jealousy.
On the Douluo Continent side, the ridicule was even more intense.
"Become an apprentice? Hahahaha! What kind of status does Sword Douluo have? Would he become the apprentice of an old man who doesn't look more than a few years older than him?" someone mocked.
"That's right! Lord Chen Xin is a legend of swordsmanship in our Douluo Continent!"
"That old man is truly ignorant and arrogant!"
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong stamped her foot anxiously. "Grandpa Sword would never become a disciple! He's the strongest!"
Although Ning Fengzhi frowned, he had a vague feeling that things were not so simple.
Since the other party was able to see through Chen Xin's "weak cultivation" at a glance, and still dared to offer to take him as a disciple, they must have something to rely on.
As expected, Chen Xin shook his head slightly, his expression calm yet carrying an undeniable pride, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Elder Ling Jue:
"Thank you for your kind offer. My name is Chen Xin, and I have been devoted to the way of the sword all my life. I have come today only to witness the style of your esteemed swordsmanship, and I have no intention of becoming your disciple."
Although his words were polite, his meaning was clear: I'm here to see your level, not to become your apprentices.
After all, he is the Sword Douluo of the Douluo Continent, a figure standing at the pinnacle. Why would he easily accept someone else as his master?
Moreover, the old man looked to be about the same age as him, yet he had a condescending attitude, which naturally made Chen Xin feel somewhat arrogant.
Upon hearing this, Elder Ling Jue was not angry at all; instead, he laughed heartily, his eyes filled with even greater admiration.
"Good! That's unique! No wonder you can condense such pure sword intent!"
I admire young people like you who have pride!
but..."
He changed the subject, a playful smile appearing on his face, "Young man, do you know what kind of opportunity you've rejected?"
"And do you know that your so-called 'way of the sword' is, in my eyes, merely the beginning?"