"Your apprentice is truly remarkable."
The Sword Venerable Wuxin gave a light snort, but a smile remained on his face.
Ji Mingyue stood with her hands behind her back, her long silver hair fluttering gently in the wind from the sword. Her clear, moon-like eyes fell on Chen Xin's sword monument, and she nodded slightly, her tone carrying a hint of generous praise:
"One hundred and eighty zhang. For Early Sage Stage to reach such a height, he truly has lived up to Feixue's expectations."
Chen Xin's talent is no less than that of the three of them back then, and may even be a bit more amazing.
She paused, her gaze shifting from the sword monument, passing through the layers of sword shadows, and landing on the figure in green robes in the crowd. Suddenly, she changed the subject.
"Speaking of which, I also witnessed Han Xuanji's Sword Dao at the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet back then."
At that time, although his Sword Dao had begun to take shape, it still showed some immaturity, as if he was exploring the embryonic form of his own path.
Even so, within my Eternal Sword Pavilion, this level is still extremely outstanding.
As she said this, a hint of undisguised curiosity crept into her voice:
"Now, a century has passed. I wonder what kind of answer he will give in this Sword Stele Forest."
Upon hearing this, the Sword Venerable Wuxin's gaze flickered slightly.
He was an old friend of Han Xuanji's grandmaster, the Holy Venerable Tianming, so he naturally paid extra attention to Han Xuanji after he came to the Sword Pavilion.
Hearing the Pavilion Master say this, I had some speculations in my mind.
He gazed at the figure in green below, pondered for a moment, then suddenly his lips moved slightly, and a voice transmission pierced through layers of void, accurately landing in Fu Xin.
Fu Xin was standing beside Han Xuanji, and the gentle smile on her face froze instantly.
He stiffened slightly, then looked up at the empty space and rolled his eyes.
Master, you can easily do this with just a few words, so why did this task fall on my shoulders?
Fu Xin felt utterly exhausted.
Who was Han Xuanji?
They even defeated Chen Xin at the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet, and then they secluded themselves in the Sword Pavilion for a hundred years, clearly having their own cultivation rhythm.
If he rashly tries to persuade someone to demonstrate Sword Dao, what would he look like caught in the middle if the other person became displeased?
But since the master has given the order, the disciples have no choice but to obey.
Fu Xin took a deep breath, a smile returning to his face, already planning how to complete the task assigned by his master.
Han Xuanji took half a step closer and spoke in an extremely casual tone:
"Junior Brother Han, look at Junior Brother Chen Xin's sword monument, it's 180 feet long, it's truly breathtaking."
I remember when he first came to the Sword Stele Forest, he sat there for a thousand years before leaving behind a stele that was nine feet tall.
Now that he has entered the Sage Realm Stage, he was able to rush 180 feet in one go. This potential in Sword Dao is among the best in the history of the Eternal Sword Pavilion Sword Scion.
As he spoke, he secretly observed Han Xuanji's reaction.
Han Xuanji's gaze fell on Chen Xin's sword monument that soared into the sky.
The 180-foot-tall sword monument shimmered with a deep gray luster, and the sword mark on its surface was clearer than before, its Sword Intent surging like a tide, truly remarkable.
Si Xing was gesturing excitedly and talking to Chen Xin, clearly showing his high regard for Chen Xin's Sword Dao.
Han Xuanji listened for a few moments, then became somewhat distracted.
His mind was rapidly processing the Sword Dao fluctuations emitted when Chen Xin infused his Sword Intent.
In that instant, he clearly sensed the "ultimate" meaning contained in Chen Heart Sword Dao.
Rooted in the way of the Sword Dao, it gives rise to myriad paths.
This path is so similar to his own Mystic Heaven Great Dao, yet each has its own unique merits.
Chen Xin's Sword Dao is pure, with all changes arising from the sword; while his Mystic Heaven Great Dao is more complex, encompassing everything, but therefore more difficult to reach its ultimate level.
Both have their strengths, and Chen Xin's focus and depth in Sword Dao are indeed worth learning from.
Fu Xin kept praising Chen Xin, while Han Xuanji occasionally hummed in agreement, as if he was listening.
As Fu Xin spoke, she felt increasingly embarrassed, and her smile almost faded.
He secretly glanced at Han Xuanji's profile and saw that the other party's expression was calm as still water, showing neither displeasure nor any eagerness.
Fu Xin inwardly groaned, wondering what his junior brother Han was thinking.
You should give me a straight answer.
On the other side, Si Xing tugged at Chen Xin's sleeve, her face beaming with excitement:
"Junior Brother Chen Xin, come on, let's have a sword duel! It's been a hundred years since I've sparred with you, my hands are itching! Now that you've reached the Sage Realm Stage, your Sword Dao must have improved a lot. Let's not hold back, let's have a good fight!"
As he spoke, he tried to pull Chen Xin towards the outside of the Sword Stele Forest.
But Chen Xin did not move.
He stood still, his gaze passing over Si Xing's shoulder and landing on Han Xuanji in the crowd.
Those calm eyes held an undisguised inquiry, as if to say:
This is my Sword Dao, what do you think?
Han Xuanji met his gaze and nodded slightly.
That slight nod was so subtle that it made Chen Xin's pupils shrink slightly.
Chen Xin understood. Han Xuanji was acknowledging his Sword Dao, genuinely and sincerely.
There was no perfunctory response, nor was there any other meaning...
The tension that had been taut in Chen Xin's heart suddenly eased for a moment.
He had assumed that Han Xuanji would have some competitive spirit.
But the other person only had pure appreciation and contemplation in their eyes, as if trying to figure out what was worth learning from his Sword Dao.
Chen Xin couldn't quite describe his feelings at that moment, but he knew that Han Xuanji was even more troublesome than he had imagined.
A person who can calmly appreciate their opponent's Sword Dao is far more formidable than those arrogant individuals who only know how to fight and compete.
But does this mean he's been accepted?
Chen Xin subconsciously raised her chin slightly, and nodded happily in response to Si Xing's enthusiastic invitation:
"Alright, we can discuss this further sometime."
Ling Cang and Leng Qianqiu, standing in the crowd, were speechless.
Looking at the 180-foot-tall sword monument, Ling Cang felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his chest.
He didn't even leave behind a sword monument of his own.
Chen Xin's first monument was nine zhang nine, and now, Early Sage Stage, it has reached one hundred and eighty zhang.
This disparity gave him a deep sense of powerlessness.
Leng Qianqiu stood beside him, her expression no better.
Although he was a descendant of the Saint King, he felt that his background and talent were insignificant in front of such Sword Dao prodigy when facing Chen Xin's sword monument.
The two exchanged a glance, both reading the same thought in each other's eyes:
Are these the prodigies they're about to face?
Han Xuanji, on the other hand, defeated such an opponent head-on.
How strong must Han Xuanji be?
In the Sword Stele Forest, more and more eyes were drawn to Han Xuanji.
Some people whispered among themselves, others murmured amongst themselves, and still others exchanged glances, their intentions unclear.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, " Young Venerable Han, since you've come to the Sword Stele Forest, why not leave your own sword stele? Or... have another fight with Senior Brother Chen Xin? Senior Brother Chen Xin narrowly lost at the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet back then, but that might not be the case now!"
As soon as he said that, the surroundings fell silent for a moment, followed by a chorus of low agreement.
There's never a shortage of people who love a good show, and some even started to stir things up.