The Depths of the Summit 25: Chapter 25: You’re Dreaming a Bit Too Beautifully!
The Depths of the Summit “The Young Master actually reached the peak!” “Doesn’t that mean the Young Master’s sword dao talent is even greater than Senior Brother Wang’s?” “Is that even a question?
This is defying the heavens!
That peak is a place only the Sect Master has reached!” “The Young Master is so cool!
From now on, I’m his fan!” “I want to be the Young Master’s dog!” At the base of Sword Mountain, after a brief moment of stunned silence, an eruption of heated discussion broke out.
Everyone gazed upon that figure at the summit with excitement.
This was their Azure Cloud Sect’s Young Master — a true prodigy of the sword dao!
Some female cultivators flushed pink, their hearts racing as they expressed their adoration with wild enthusiasm.
The sword cultivators, on the other hand, looked as though they had failed their most important examination — their sword hearts clouded with dust.
Compared to ordinary cultivators, they understood even better what the summit of Sword Mountain signified.
But for precisely that reason, they could not comprehend how Zhang Xuan had accomplished it.
It seemed the only explanation was sheer sword dao talent.
Yet there were also sword cultivators who, upon seeing Zhang Xuan’s silhouette, found their dao hearts growing more resolute — as if they had found a goal to chase.
The moment Zhang Xuan surpassed Wang Xiaohu, they seemed to witness the twilight of one sword dao genius, but also the rise of another.
Among the inner sect elders, Wang Defa’s expression was complicated beyond measure.
He bore no jealousy toward Zhang Xuan for overshadowing his son.
They were all members of the Azure Cloud Sect, after all — the stronger, the better.
He was simply worried that Wang Xiaohu’s dao heart would destabilize from this, affecting his future cultivation.
“Who would have thought the Young Master’s sword dao talent could be this terrifying!” “Ascending Sword Mountain at the Qi Refining stage — this is simply unbelievable!” “Could the Sect Master’s master’s legacy truly be this heaven-defying?” “I don’t know much about the Chaos Infinite Sword Body, but a sword cultivator with sword intent and one without — they truly exist in different worlds.” The inner elders spoke one after another, and the sword cultivators among them perceived even more.
But most attributed Zhang Xuan’s heaven-defying feat to the legacy of the Sect Master’s master.
That did not affect their favorable view of him.
Luck, after all, was sometimes part of strength.
And this was not merely the inner elders’ thinking — it was also the thought of some who harbored resentment.
They simply believed Zhang Xuan had been lucky enough to obtain a heaven-defying inheritance.
Zhang Xuan was unaware of all this, since he could not read minds.
But even if he had known, he would not have bothered to explain.
Because there was no way to explain it.
Should he say that there was no inheritance — that the sword body and sword intent were simply his own?
Wouldn’t that be shooting himself in the foot?
At the moment, after leaving Wang Xiaohu with a parting remark, he was preparing to explore what exactly lay at the summit of Sword Mountain.
Wang Xiaohu finally snapped back to reality and gritted his teeth at Zhang Xuan’s retreating form: “You want me to become your disciple?
Impossible!” Hearing this, Zhang Xuan paused mid-step, somewhat exasperated.
What kind of beautiful dream was this kid having?
“Sorry, I don’t take disciples!” “My words just now may have given you the wrong impression, so let me clarify.” “What I meant was — if you want to learn, I can give you some pointers.
As for taking disciples, I think you’re dreaming a bit too beautifully.” These words left not only Wang Xiaohu stunned, but also the crowd of cultivators below.
You might as well have just said you were taking disciples!
“You!” Wang Xiaohu’s chest heaved violently, clearly furious.
Down at the base, Guyue Fangzheng wanted to laugh but held back.
Brother Zhang’s ability to enrage people was truly top-notch.
Well, of course — even an Immortal ancestor could be provoked by him.
Wang Xiaohu’s mental fortitude was far too lacking.
“Don’t want my pointers?
Fine, forget it.” “My pointers are something many sword cultivators would kill for.
I was in a good mood for once, and yet you don’t even appreciate it?” Zhang Xuan shook his head, too lazy to bother with this fellow.
Wang Xiaohu, on the other hand, was driven to the brink of madness.
Did you even hear what you just said?
A Qi Refining cultivator offering pointers to a Harmony Integration True Monarch?
Did you think this was a novel?!
“Zhang Xuan!” “What now?” “When your realm matches mine, I will fight you — staking the honor of a sword cultivator!” Wang Xiaohu’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared daggers at Zhang Xuan.
Zhang Xuan’s mouth twitched.
This kid was really not taking it well!
“You don’t even have sword intent — let it go.
I’m afraid of crushing your confidence.” “You!” You just got lucky with an inheritance — what right do you have to say that?
Wang Xiaohu did not voice this thought, because before he could get the words out, his breath faltered and he passed out.
“Damn it — save him!
Quick, save him!” The inner elders hovering in the sky cried out.
Wang Defa was the quickest to react, rushing up Sword Mountain to retrieve Wang Xiaohu.
Seeing this, Zhang Xuan’s mouth twitched again.
This kid’s dao heart was a bit fragile.
But he truly had not been trying to provoke him.
He had been telling the truth.
If his supreme sword intent were unleashed, there were virtually no sword cultivators under heaven who could even hold a sword, let alone Wang Xiaohu, who did not even possess sword intent.
He had done it for the other’s own good.
But the man had genuinely been angered into fainting, so Zhang Xuan turned to Wang Defa and offered an awkward yet courteous smile.
“Elder Wang, young Xiaohu’s mental fortitude still needs some work.” Wang Defa had expected Zhang Xuan to offer some words of apology, but this was not what he had anticipated.
The man was unconscious, and you were still saying things like this — were you even human?
Wang Defa’s mouth twitched, but he could only reply: “Th-thank you for the reminder, Young Master.
I will make sure Xiaohu trains harder.” Zhang Xuan nodded and gave the matter no further thought, turning his gaze toward the depths of Sword Mountain’s summit.
When he had been climbing earlier, he had felt a strange sense of familiarity — the last time he had felt this was a year ago.
That had been when he encountered the Spirit Testing Stele containing his sword intent.
Zhang Xuan ventured forward with curiosity.
Seeing Zhang Xuan disappear into the depths of Sword Mountain’s summit, the elders and disciples below withdrew their gazes.
Though they were curious about what lay within, they knew it was not their place to know.
As for the cultivators at the base of the mountain, after discussing for a while, they dispersed to their respective tasks — cultivation for some, sect missions for others.
But today’s events had finally shown them the full extent of Zhang Xuan’s formidable sword dao talent.
No one dared look down on him any longer.
Of course, what left the deepest impression was Zhang Xuan’s brazen arrogance and his ability to infuriate people beyond measure.
At the mountain’s base, Guyue Fangzheng shook his head with a smile.
Brother Zhang truly did not know the meaning of “low profile.” He was still at the one-zhang mark at the base of Sword Mountain, and now finally resumed his climb.
But because Zhang Xuan’s heaven-defying display had come first, few were paying attention to him anymore.
As for Zhang Xuan, he walked deeper into the summit of Sword Mountain.
At the summit, ten thousand swords floated suspended like a forest, shrouding the depths from view.
This was why, despite Sword Mountain’s modest height, cultivators who could easily observe it from a distance were unable to see what lay at the summit.
Zhang Xuan walked forward, looking up at the sword forest overhead with clicking admiration.
“Little Yao really went all out with this.” He also silently noted with relief that Little Yao was not here.
If she were, his exposure level would undoubtedly spike.
He ventured deeper into the sword forest.
After a short while, he finally saw what lay at its heart.
There was nothing magical — just a single sword, surrounded by ten thousand blades.
The myriad swords orbited it as though guarding their sovereign.
But this sword — whether on its scabbard or its exposed hilt — was covered in dense, hairline fractures.
It looked as though it might shatter at a touch, as if assembled from countless fragments.
The moment he laid eyes on the sword, Zhang Xuan froze.
Because that was his sword.
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