Han Xuanji was somewhat used to it, after all, Fu Xin had always behaved this way.
"Fellow Zang Kong Cangkong, you are too kind. I am new to the Sword Stele Forest and only wish to see the Wordless Sword Stele and experience the Dao essence of the Sword Stele Forest. I have no requests whatsoever."
Seeing his easygoing attitude, Zang Kong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He had heard of Han Xuanji's reputation—the champion of the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet and the number one prodigy of the Sacred Court —but he had also met many other prodigies, and those with greater fame often had greater arrogance.
However, Han Xuanji has shown no arrogance whatsoever from the moment he appeared.
Ling Cang stood not far away, his gaze fixed on Han Xuanji.
He had just been awakened from the sword monument's realm by Zang Kong, and was still feeling a bit scared. But when he saw Han Xuanji, that lingering fear was overshadowed by another emotion.
Han Xuanji stood at the entrance of the Sword Stele Forest, his Sword Intent so steady it was almost unbelievable.
Despite being surrounded by thousands of swords, his aura remained constant, without the slightest fluctuation.
Ling Cang secretly compared himself to Han Xuanji, and the more he compared, the more he felt that he was far inferior.
But his inner drive did not die out; instead, it burned even brighter.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed to Han Xuanji, saying:
"Brother Han, it's been a long time."
Han Xuanji turned her head to look at him, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before she nodded slightly.
"Brother Ling."
His tone was calm, but not cold.
Leng Qianqiu followed and bowed respectfully to Han Xuanji.
He has now completely put away his former arrogance. A century of cultivation in the Eternal Sword Pavilion has made him much more composed, and has also made him see clearly the insurmountable gap between himself and Han Xuanji.
He opened his mouth, but in the end only said one simple sentence:
" Young Venerable Han, I've long admired you."
Han Xuanji nodded to him in return.
This person was a member of his senior sister's clan. Although he hadn't heard much about his Lineage from his senior sister, he wasn't going to treat her coldly.
Seeing this, Leng Qianqiu hesitated for a moment, then suggested:
"Since Young Venerable Han is also here at the Sword Stele Forest, why don't we all take a stroll around together?"
Fu Xin turned his gaze to Han Xuanji. Although Han Xuanji was more powerful and even an "elder," in reality, all decisions were made by Han Xuanji.
Han Xuanji thought for a moment. He had come to see the Wordless Sword Stele anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to have some acquaintances traveling with him.
After a century of seclusion, it's a good time to get out and about more.
"Alright, let's go together."
Upon hearing this, everyone's faces lit up with joy.
Suddenly, a Sword Intent soared into the sky ahead, and silver-white sword light cascaded down from a sword monument like a waterfall, cutting fine cracks into the surrounding air.
That Sword Intent wasn't domineering, but it possessed a dignified and majestic aura that inspired respect in everyone.
Sword Lord Fu Xin stopped in his tracks, a hint of undisguised excitement flashing in his eyes.
He turned to the crowd and said:
"That is the Sword Lord Si Xing. Back when he was in the Eternal True God stage, he left his sword monument here, which means that he had already walked his own Sword Dao and had also gained the recognition of the Wordless Sword Stele."
You should know, he was once one of the top four finalists in the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet.
He spoke with a hint of pride, clearly indicating that Si Xing was the undisputed leader among the younger generation of the Eternal Sword Pavilion, and that his achievements were beyond Fu Xin's reach.
Although some prodigies may fade away or even fall from grace, it is clear that Si Xing has forged his own path, advancing all the way to victory, and his current performance is even better than that of the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet champion back then.
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at the sword light.
Before the sword monument stood a figure with long black hair, hands behind his back, his Sword Intent surging like a tide, as he poured his own Sword Dao comprehension into the sword monument.
The sword monument was originally about two hundred feet tall, but now, under the infusion of his Sword Intent, the monument trembled slightly and actually grew a bit taller.
The sword light atop the sword monument became even more refined, its sharpness fully revealed, pointing straight to the heavens.
That was Si Xing demonstrating his progress over the past century, causing the height of the sword monument to increase again, reaching 270 zhang.
"Isn't this almost reaching the limit of three hundred feet for Eternal Sage?"
Ling Cang gazed at that figure from afar, his heart filled with utter shock.
It should be noted that the sword stele that had just immersed him was less than two hundred feet tall, while Si Xing's sword stele was far taller than two hundred feet.
Only after this comparison did he truly understand what this level meant.
At this point, Sword Lord Zang Kong paused and added:
"When the Sword Lord Si Xing first left behind a sword stele, it was nine zhang long, while the first sword stele left behind by Sword Scion Chen Xin was nine zhang and nine jiu."
Everyone silently noted down these numbers, each with their own calculations.
I wonder how high the sword monument they left behind will be.
Among them, only Leng Qianqiu had broken through to the Eternal Sage realm, while the others were all at the Eternal True God stage.
Of course, there's also Han Xuanji.
In other words, it's highly likely that only these two people present can condense their own sword stele in this Sword Stele Forest.
Ling Cang also thought to himself that one day he would leave his own mark in this Sword Stele Forest.
Even if it's only a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters), it's still his own path.
At this moment, Sword Lord Si Xing turned around in front of the sword monument and immediately saw Fu Xin and Zang Kong standing side by side.
His deep black eyes lit up instantly, and he strode over, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, making him look like a sharp sword just drawn from its sheath.
" Fu Xin! Zang Kong! What are you two doing together?"
His voice was loud and clear, with an undisguised cheerfulness.
"Since you're already here, how about a fight? I haven't been idle for the past hundred years; let me see if you've improved."
Fu Xin smiled helplessly and waved his hand, saying:
"Today I'm accompanying Young Venerable Han to see the Sword Stele Forest; we'll talk another day."
Zang Kong shook his head repeatedly. "I don't want to fight you in the Sword Stele Forest and damage those sword steles. Can you afford to pay for it?"
Si Xing wasn't annoyed by this. Instead, he laughed and scratched the back of his head, looking like he'd been seen through again.
Then his gaze fell on Han Xuanji.
There was no scrutiny or probing in those eyes, only the curiosity and anticipation of a swordsman towards another swordsman.
He walked straight up to Han Xuanji, looked him up and down, and grinned, saying:
" Young Venerable Han, would you like to witness your Sword Dao today? I didn't attend the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet last time, and Chen Xin wouldn't elaborate after he returned, only saying that your Sword Dao is 'extraordinary'."
If these words were spoken by someone else, they might carry a hint of sarcasm or probing.
When Ke Si Xing said this, her eyes were clear, and her tone was full of frankness, "I want to see."
Han Xuanji looked at the man's appearance, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. His tone was calm:
There will be an opportunity.
Upon hearing this, Si Xing felt as if he had received some incredible promise, slapped his thigh in satisfaction, and then began to talk non-stop.