Everyone Here Is Trash!
23: Chapter 23: If You Don’t Practice the Sword, Seeing Me Is Like a Frog in a Well Gazing at the Full Moon!
Everyone Here Is Trash!
“Where is the Young Master?!
Quick, stop him — he’s only at Qi Refining!
It’s not time for him to ascend Sword Mountain yet!” A group of inner sect elders arrived late, panic etched across their faces.
But the moment they appeared, they saw Zhang Xuan charging toward Sword Mountain at a full sprint.
“Holy crap — that’s the Young Master?!” “He’s running up Sword Mountain?
What kind of move is that?!” “Never mind what kind of move — stop him!
Why is he doing a running start?!” The inner sect elders screamed and shouted, their hearts leaping into their throats.
But Zhang Xuan’s movements were too sudden, and no one had reacted in time to stop him.
The next instant, Zhang Xuan charged onto the sacred mountain.
Yet the scene everyone expected — Zhang Xuan gravely injured in an instant — did not materialize.
On the contrary, the running start carried him all the way to seven or eight zhang in one breath.
This spectacle caused everyone’s eyes to widen once more.
“What’s happening?!” “The Young Master is fine!
The Young Master is fine!” “Thank heavens — if the sword qi had damaged the Young Master’s foundation, what would we do?” The crowd of elders and disciples let out a collective sigh of relief, having been thoroughly frightened.
But once they recovered, confusion set in.
“How is the Young Master unharmed?” “He actually ran up Sword Mountain?
This defies all logic!” “Could it be that the sword qi and sword intent on Sword Mountain are gone?” Some disciples were baffled, and the elders were equally perplexed.
One Qi Refining disciple, seeing that Zhang Xuan had run up, decided to try it himself.
Taking advantage of the crowd’s distraction, he accelerated and charged toward Sword Mountain.
Pfft!
The next moment, that Qi Refining disciple vomited blood and was sent flying backward.
Blood and body formed a perfect parabolic arc through the air before slamming into the ground with a heavy thud, bouncing twice.
“I… I… holy crap!” With his dying breath, the Qi Refining disciple managed those few words before passing out.
Hiss!
The other disciples who had been itching to try immediately sucked in a cold breath, their ambitions vanishing in an instant.
“Carry him away!
Carry him away!” An elder quickly had the seriously injured disciple carried off for treatment, at a loss for what to say.
Then everyone turned to look at Zhang Xuan — confused, puzzled, astonished, and looking like they had seen a ghost.
Up on the mountain, some cultivators who had been meditating watched this scene with twitching eyelids.
Guyue Fangzheng also looked toward Zhang Xuan, not far ahead of him, equally bewildered.
“Brother Zhang, you…” Zhang Xuan watched the injured disciple being carried away and marveled inwardly.
Kid, you’ve got guts!
Hearing Guyue Fangzheng’s words, he snapped back to reality and waved his hand.
“Don’t obsess over me, brother — I’m just a legend!” “No, Brother Zhang — I’m asking whether you didn’t feel the sword qi erosion and the sword intent pressure?” Guyue Fangzheng asked.
Hearing this, Zhang Xuan understood.
Sword qi and sword intent?
Of course he had felt them.
But so what?
The Chaos Infinite Sword Body — did you think it was a joke?
This acquired physique did not merely accumulate sword intent and sword qi on its own; it could also absorb sword qi.
Otherwise, how could it suppress Sacred Bodies and keep all contemporary sword cultivators from lifting their heads?
As for sword intent… Little Yao’s sword intent had been comprehended under his guidance.
How dare it try to suppress him?
That would be putting the cart before the horse!
Zhang Xuan looked toward the mountaintop.
The sword intent there did not dare approach him, parting to create a clear path before him.
The sword qi, for its part, behaved with utter docility, brushing past his body like a spring breeze.
Rather than feeling any discomfort, he found it thoroughly pleasant.
Others used sword qi to temper their bodies and had to endure the pain of its erosion.
He had come here for a bath.
“Brother Fangzheng, you still do not truly understand the Chaos Infinite Sword Body.” Zhang Xuan stood with his back to Guyue Fangzheng, hands clasped behind him, and spoke in a flat tone: “If you do not practice the sword, seeing me is like a frog in a well gazing upon the full moon.
If you do practice the sword, seeing me will be like an ant gazing upon the vast sky!” His words carried, and everyone present heard them.
Every pair of eyes went wide, and a creeping sensation ran across their scalps.
What an arrogant declaration!
The sword cultivators meditating on the mountain opened their eyes one after another — among them were even some inner disciples.
These disciples all possessed at least Spirit Transformation cultivation!
But now, every one of them fixed their gaze upon that figure standing at the mountain’s base with hands clasped behind his back.
A glint flashed in their eyes, and battle intent surged within them.
Sword cultivators — the most lethal combatants among all cultivators — were by nature belligerent.
Hearing Zhang Xuan’s words, how could they not be provoked?
This was practically a slap in the face to every sword cultivator under heaven!
Down at the base, the crowd of elders and disciples marveled at the audacity of Zhang Xuan’s statement.
The inner sect elders shook their heads.
“The Young Master shows too much of his edge.
The tallest tree catches the most wind — this is not a good thing.” “Heh, I disagree.
If the young aren’t brash, are they still young?” “A sharp sword forges an invincible warrior.
I think the Young Master is just fine like this!” The inner elders’ expressions varied.
Among them were also some sword cultivators, and the looks they directed at Zhang Xuan were none too friendly.
Standing not far behind Zhang Xuan, Guyue Fangzheng stared at that figure higher up the mountain, momentarily lost in a trance.
He seemed to see a man in green robes, sword in hand, treading upon heaven and earth, gazing down upon all living beings.
As if there was nothing under the heavens that a single stroke of the sword could not resolve.
And that figure was slowly merging with Zhang Xuan.
“Brother Zhang…” Guyue Fangzheng’s eyes grew complex, his thoughts unreadable.
Zhang Xuan, oblivious to Guyue Fangzheng’s complicated emotions, simply locked eyes with the sword cultivators gazing down from the mountain.
“What are you looking at?” “I’m not targeting anyone specific.
I’m saying that everyone here — is trash!” The moment these words left his lips, the sword cultivators on Sword Mountain erupted in fury.
Some even rose to their feet on the spot.
Down at the base, among the elders and disciples, several sword cultivators clenched their swords tightly.
“This is too freaking arrogant!” “I really want to beat him to death!” “Don’t — he’s only at the Qi Refining stage.
If you actually hit him, you might really kill him!” A clamor of discussion swept through the crowd, and the sword cultivator elders glared with fury.
If Zhang Xuan’s earlier words had been merely arrogant, this latest statement had gone far beyond the pale.
This was practically defecating on everyone’s heads!
Of course, if the other cultivators knew what the sword cultivators were thinking, they would have drawn a clear line: “Hey, the Young Master was talking about sword cultivators.
That has nothing to do with us.” But undeniably, in that moment, every sword cultivator’s gaze upon Zhang Xuan burned with battle intent.
Among sword cultivators, there was only one way to settle who was superior — a fight!
“What an arrogant cultivator!” Suddenly, a voice echoed from the mountaintop.
At a height of over seventy zhang, a young man who had been seated in meditation slowly opened his eyes and looked down at Zhang Xuan.
His gaze was sharp as a sword, and the man himself seemed to embody a keen, unsheathed blade — every bit of his edge on display.
“It’s Senior Brother Wang Xiaohu!” “So he’s been cultivating on Sword Mountain — no wonder he’s been nowhere to be seen these years.” “Senior Brother Wang actually reached a height of over seventy zhang — that’s a position only Mahayana cultivators can reach!
But I recall his realm only recently broke through to Harmony Integration?!” As the young man spoke, disciples down below immediately recognized him, setting off another round of discussion.
Some disciples revealed that he was the Azure Cloud Sect’s strongest sword cultivator after the Sect Master.
He had once wished to become the Sect Master’s disciple, but she had refused him.
Now it seemed Senior Brother Wang was about to clash with the Young Master!
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