Decisive and Ruthless Sun Chengzu!

Behind Bo'an Peak, Cold Water Pool.

The waterfall plunges down from a cliff hundreds of feet high, crashing into the deep pool below and creating a misty spray that fills the air—a truly breathtaking sight.

On a blue stone by the pool stood a boy of eleven or twelve years old.

He was dressed in a light blue outfit and had a tall and slender figure.

With a handsome face and a maturity beyond his years, he looked more like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth than a teenager.

"Zheng--"

A clear, resonant sword cry rang out.

Sun Chengzu drew his sword, its blade shimmering with a faint blue light, and moisture instantly condensed into frost on the edge...

He didn't use any spiritual power; he simply relied on his physical strength to practice swordsmanship, swinging his sword again and again.

Thrust, flick, cleave, chop.

The movements were simple, yet incredibly precise.

Each swing of the sword leaves a visible white streak in the air. That is the air burst generated by the sword speed breaking through the airflow.

"Roar..."

At the edge of the pool, several snow-white Icefield Bear cubs were catching fish in the shallow water.

Seeing Sun Chengzu practicing his sword, one of the bolder cubs came over, stood up on its hind legs, and imitated him by waving its furry paws.

Sun Chengzu stopped what he was doing and sheathed his sword.

He crouched down and reached out to rub the head of the Icefield Bear cub. The cub rubbed against his palm and purred contentedly.

"Your claws aren't strong enough; you're not applying the right force."

Sun Chengzu spoke gently, pinching the cub's right paw and adjusting its position.

"The strength of the Bear Race lies in its lower back, not its arms. You must transmit the power of the ground through your lower back to your claws."

The cub blinked, seemingly understanding, and then swung its claw out again.

"Bang!" A pebble the size of a washbasin was smashed to pieces.

The cub excitedly bounced around on the spot.

A smile appeared on Sun Chengzu's lips. He had grown up with Demon Beast since childhood, and in his eyes, these Demon Beast were simple-minded and much more knowledgeable than humans.

If you treat them well, they will repay you with their lives.

"Chengzu."

Not far away, Sun Mao and Sun Lin walked side by side.

Sun Chengzu stood up and bowed respectfully. "Eldest Uncle, Third Uncle."

Sun Mao looked at the boy, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

At the age of twelve, he has reached the Qi Refining Sixth Layer, opened the path of Sword Dao, and begun to comprehend sword intent. His talent is among the best in the entire White Cloud Temple.

He is expected to reach the Foundation Establishment before the age of twenty, making him comparable to some elite disciples of Nascent Soul sects.

"How's your Swordsmanship training going?" Sun Mao asked.

"Uncle, I have fully comprehended the ' Mystic Gold Cloud Sha Sword Instruction,' and my Swordsmanship is now Tongming. However, its sharpness is still lacking by a tiny bit."

"Swordsmen primarily engage in killing, but without seeing blood, they always seem somewhat inexperienced."

Don't be impatient, take it one step at a time.

Sun Mao patted him on the shoulder. "When you cultivate this Mystic Gold Cloud Sha Instruction, laying a solid foundation is the most important thing. Once you have Foundation Establishment and have some ability to protect yourself, I will naturally let you go out to train."

"However, a swordsman should indeed see blood."

After saying that, at his signal, Sun Lin dragged one person over.

"Brother, the person has been brought over."

A man covered in blood was dragged over like a dead dog. His collarbone was pierced and his spiritual power was sealed, but his eyes revealed a fierce glint.

"These are spies we caught on the outskirts of Changyuan Market."

"He's a steward from the outer sect of the Fenghe Sect, disguised as Rogue Cultivator, trying to sabotage things, but he's very stubborn. He's been holding out for three days and hasn't said a word."

Sun Mao looked at Sun Chengzu: "Chengzu, didn't you want to see blood?"

"Here, it's yours to handle."

Sun Chengzu's expression remained unchanged, his gaze fixed on the spy.

May your White Cloud Temple suffer a terrible death!

The scout spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered, "When my ancestor Zongmu returns from the North Sea, he will tear you beasts who associate with demons to pieces!"

Sun Chengzu remained silent, standing with his sword in hand.

The sword tip pointed diagonally at the ground, and water vapor gathered on the Sword Edge, condensing into a crystal-clear droplet that eventually dripped slowly down.

"What... what do you want to do?!"

The scout looked into the boy's calm eyes and felt a chill run down his spine.

That look in his eyes wasn't like he was looking at a person, but rather at a piece of wood, a stone, a dying man!

"I don't understand the rules of the Fenghe Sect."

"But in the Cloud Sword Mountain Range, the ancestor's rules are absolute."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light appeared.

The sword's shadow was as swift as the wind and as fast as a rainbow.

The scout only saw a thin blue line flash before his eyes, and the next instant, a chill ran down his neck...

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but no sound came out.

A thin red line appeared on his throat, followed by a gushing of blood like a fountain...

The scout collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell lifeless.

With a flick of his wrist, Sun Chengzu shook off the Blood Pearl on the blade, leaving it completely dry. He then sheathed the sword, displaying remarkable decisiveness despite his young age.

He turned around, squatted down again, took out a piece of beast meat from his Storage Bag, and fed it to the Icefield Bear cub from before.

His movements were gentle, as if he hadn't just committed the murder.

Gentleness and ruthlessness.

In this young man, they are perfectly integrated.

Sun Mao was extremely satisfied with this scene.

The Sun Clan doesn't need hothouse flowers, nor do they need sheep that only stick to the rules. What they need is a knife, an extremely sharp blade!

After dismissing Sun Chengzu, Sun Mao watched the young man's departing figure with a sense of relief, then turned to look at Sun Lin:

"Clean up this body."

"Also, inform the informant to give Fenghe Sect another dose of poison."

"Since they've sealed off the mountain, then destroy all the spiritual fields and lakes outside their mountain gates! Don't leave them a single blade of grass!"

"Understood," Sun Lin replied.

The covert struggle between White Cloud Temple and Fenghe Sect, fueled by the Sun Clan, has completely turned into a one-sided annihilation.

If those at the top don't intervene, the rest will be mired in a quagmire...

Sooner or later, they'll be dragged down by the Fenghe Sect!