Chu Yi returned with the sword; Listening Wind had reappeared. The Sword Pavilion opened once more, and another chair was added within its halls.
Ranked thirteenth under the name of the Sword Ancestor.
Xia Chu Yi.
Xu Xian asked Chu Yi if she wanted to change the name of the sword.
Chu Yi had heard Yun Zheng's story and knew from Xu Xian that this was Senior Brother Yun Zheng's sword.
So, she said the sword would still be called Listening Wind.
She would not change it.
Xu Xian was very gratified; Chu Yi was quite sensible.
The elders in the sect also praised this decision highly.
Following the rules, Xia Chu Yi truly entered the lineage of the Sword Ancestor.
And Li Qingshan had truly picked up another little junior martial uncle for himself.
He was quite depressed.
He said that perhaps this was simply fate.
That year, the annals of the Wendao Sword Sect recorded a new line.
Xia Chu Yi entered the Sword Mound and returned in a month; the immortal sword Listening Wind reappeared.
Xu Xian accepted the disciple on behalf of his master; ranked thirteenth under the Sword Ancestor.
The Wendao Sword Sect welcomed its Golden Generation.
In the days that followed, news that the Wendao Sword Sect had produced two immortal swords within a single year spread throughout Fanzhou.
Central Plains, East Desolation, Demon Abyss, North Sea...
The whole world knew.
Countless experts, upon hearing the news, often sighed under the moonlight.
A powerful sect was about to reach the pinnacle of the world in the near future.
With old masters ahead and new talents behind, they were the envy of everyone.
The tall building in Jiangnan called Half-Step Human Realm created a new Hidden Dragon Rank, reviewing the top geniuses of the human race in Fanzhou within a hundred years.
First: Xu Xian.
Second: Lu Yuan.
Third: Yao Xiaoxiao.
Sixth: Tu Kongkong.
Seventh: Xia Chu Yi.
The top three were all from the Wendao Sword Sect, and the sect occupied half of the top ten spots.
A natural sword seed who reached the seventh stage in seventeen years, using a Sword Tower to offer a divine sword and shaking the East Desolation.
He was hailed as the number one person in ten thousand years since the Sword Ancestor.
Xu Xian!
An auspicious beast born of the world's fortune, one of the three great auspicious beasts of Fanzhou, born at the peak beast king stage, now a beast emperor, and destined to become a beast god within a thousand years.
Lu Yuan!
One born when frost flew in June, freezing a thousand miles, unremarkable for twenty years, only to suddenly attain the Dao and break through two major stages to become a sixth-stage sword cultivator.
She was the youngest sixth-stage human cultivator after Xu Xian.
Legend says her eyes are bi-colored, having awakened the Taiyin Immortal Body.
Yao Xiaoxiao!
As for Tu Kongkong and Xia Chu Yi, though young, they had already shown their brilliance.
Pulling immortal swords at such a young age, their futures were limitless.
Confucianism, Buddhism, Daoism, the thousand sects and ten thousand races—all claimed to have countless geniuses.
Unfortunately, being born in this era, they were destined to be suppressed by these few.
Even someone with peerless talent like Lin Qianqian was inevitably made to look ordinary among this generation.
In the Central Plains, people whispered that this was the strongest generation of the human race.
Likewise, it was the strongest generation of the Wendao Sword Sect.
Many experts even stated that in a thousand years, the Wendao Sword Sect would have the power to change all of Fanzhou.
Some watched for fun, listening to it as a joke; geniuses were too far away to concern them.
Others were filled with worry, especially the three sects and seven schools.
The current Wendao Sword Sect already influenced the world's trends; what height would the future Wendao Sword Sect reach?
As the leading figure, Xu Xian's reputation had always been terrible; if he truly took charge of the Wendao Sword Sect, could the world maintain its current peace?
Would they bow and be slowly consumed, or fight back and risk their sects' destruction?
They thought that given time, no one would be able to block the edge of the Wendao Sword Sect's blades.
It seemed there was no choice.
They also wondered why he hadn't died in Yecheng back then.
The world was in turmoil, and the major sects were uneasy.
Some old figures reappeared, their footprints spreading across the world.
The ancestors of the Three Sects were no exception.
Following Ancient Sword Mountain, ancient cultivation sects like Medicine King Valley, Divine Tomb Sect, and Yuntian Ravine, which had long faded from public view, also reopened.
Their disciples re-emerged to travel the world.
Demon Abyss, East Desolation, North Sea... even the Twelve Immortal Demon Caves were stirring in secret, planning to seize the opportunities of heaven's secrets.
They moved to deal with the sudden variables of the future.
Overt and covert struggles were brewing.
Conflicts between them became increasingly intense.
The world was essentially a giant, makeshift stage; any slight movement would affect the whole.
Since the battle in the East Desolation, the layout of Fanzhou had undergone earth-shattering changes, and some saints had been secretly planning since then.
In the Demon Abyss, they intended to open the Nether Gate.
Central Province and the North Sea would not be peaceful either; even the Wendao Sword Sect had built a Sword Qi Great Wall in the East Desolation.
In the cultivation world, from ancient times to the present, it all came down to the word "contention."
Contending with heaven, with earth, and with all things.
It was so between people, between sects, and even more so between races.
Only within the gates of the Wendao Sword Sect did time still seem to pass peacefully and harmoniously.
Of course, this was only the Wendao Sword Sect in the eyes of ordinary disciples.
As for the higher-ups, they had their own worries; even Xu Xian, who had not yet touched the core of power or played the world's game, had his own troubles.
That Sword Tower was too difficult to build.
As for Jiang Wanyin, Lei Yunche, and Lin Fengmian—the sect's ancestors—the matters they worried about were even more numerous and complex.
They did not deny that the Wendao Sword Sect's fortune had been extremely prosperous in recent years, with peerless talents emerging one after another, but the more this happened, the less peaceful their hearts became.
Reading through the history books, without exception, when heavy treasures and geniuses appeared frequently in one place, it might mean fortune was strong and a rise was imminent.
But it also couldn't be ruled out whether a great cataclysm was descending and the Heavenly Dao was giving back.
Prosperity and decline, good and bad, often depended on a single thought.
Whether it was vibrant life or a final flare before the end, only time could give the answer; what they had to do was be prepared at all times and plan for the worst.
After Xia Chu Yi pulled the immortal sword, Xu Xian devoted himself to collecting materials for the Sword Tower.
Many things could not be done by the Merchant Hall alone; he had to speed up.
As for Chu Yi and Kongkong...
After completing their basic worldly training, they also began to cultivate with all their hearts.
Tu Kongkong was taken away by Lin Fengmian, who said he would teach her personally, claiming a fate with the little one and asking for Xu Xian's consent to take her in.
Xu Xian was naturally more than happy to agree.
He had some experience in pranking or harming people, but to be honest, his level of teaching cultivation was average.
And Xia Chu Yi, perhaps because she pulled Listening Wind, was taken away by Jiang Wanyin.
Thus, both little ones went to the Ancestral Peak to cultivate.
With Xu Xian leaving Zuiwan Residence to travel the world and scavenge for Sword Tower materials, Yao Xiaoxiao didn't want to stay there either and simply moved back to the Baicao Garden.
Only Lu Yuan and Li Qingshan were left in Zuiwan Residence.
Unfortunately, Lu Yuan was like a mute gourd all day, not saying a word; the past clamor and noise were gone forever.
Li Qingshan could not adapt.
Before, he had always fantasized about these guys moving out early.
Now that they were really gone, he was unhappy again.
He spent his days sighing and drinking alone under the moon.
"Sigh... no fun."
"Sigh... really boring."
"Sigh... how dull..."
Every time this happened, Lu Yuan would always complain in his heart.
"Idiot!"
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