Seeing Ye Bufan’s incompetence, being angered into vomiting blood with just a few words, Zhao Tiande mocked him endlessly, even wanting to toy with him further. Just then, one of his underlings reminded him, “Brother Zhao, the elders are here.”
Zhao Tiande immediately restrained himself and turned toward the Grand Lecture Hall.
Ye Bufan remained kneeling on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, his whole body trembling. Rage boiled within him. “Gu Yun, just you wait. All the humiliation I suffered today, I will return to you a hundredfold.”
He forced himself up slowly and walked into the Grand Lecture Hall, finding a corner to sit.
The hall was vast and grand, with twelve coiling dragon stone pillars spread across its four sides. The inner disciples were already seated on meditation cushions according to their rank and strength, quietly awaiting the arrival of the Grand Elder.
Before long, a figure slowly walked onto the lecture platform. The man had white hair but a youthful face, clad in a white robe, his figure slightly thin.
Seeing him, everyone immediately rose and greeted respectfully in unison, “Disciples greet the Grand Elder!”
Li Yunchuan, the Grand Elder, gave a faint hum and said indifferently, “I dislike wasting words. From now, I will explain the essentials of cultivating the Sword Dao. You must listen carefully. I will only say it once.”
The disciples all sucked in a cold breath. Just like the legends, Li Yunchuan was like a sharp sword—his words and actions never dragged, his demeanor aloof and cold. They dared not show any opinion, only full of anticipation. After all, he was the foremost figure in the Sword Dao within the Primordial Holy Land.
Everyone calmed their hearts, preparing to focus fully on the lecture. Some even pulled out pen and paper to take notes.
Seeing this, Li Yunchuan sneered, “The sword is a sharp weapon, the foremost among all blades. Cultivating the Sword Dao, and yet you use a pen instead of a sword? Ridiculous! Hear my order, draw your swords!”
No one dared delay. One after another, disciples summoned their spirit swords. There were longswords, shortswords, wide blades, thin blades—some were at the Profound grade, some at the Heaven grade, and Gu Yun’s unique Saint-grade divine sword shone among them.
Li Yunchuan’s voice was not loud, but every word was full of strength, echoing throughout the entire hall, “The Sword Dao uses the sword as its vessel to explore the Dao of Heaven and Earth. The first lesson is holding the sword!”
The moment his words fell, the disciples’ swords began buzzing, trembling violently. Some even flew from their masters’ hands into the air.
A stir spread through the hall. “What’s going on?” “Ah, my sword, why is it flying on its own?”
Yet many disciples remained steady, their swords unmoving, calm as mountains. They knew this was Li Yunchuan’s test. A swordsman who could not even control his own sword was unworthy of the Sword Dao.
Among those steady were Gu Yun, Su Wan’er, Ye Bufan, and Zhao Tiande. Li Yunchuan’s eyes swept over them, a rare glint of approval flashing. When his gaze landed on Gu Yun, he was even more shocked—this Holy Son actually possessed a trace of Sword Intent. As expected of the greatest genius of the Primordial Holy Land.
Composing himself, he said to those who lost control, “Release your divine sense, connect with your spirit sword, hold it firmly.”
Following his guidance, many disciples gradually regained control of their swords. Half an incense stick later, Li Yunchuan officially began the lecture.
“The sword is a weapon of slaughter, one that brings danger. Thus, before cultivating the sword, you must first cultivate your heart. Only when the sword rests in your heart will the sword in your hand become unstoppable.”
From shallow to deep, he spoke from tempering the heart to the key points of practicing sword techniques.
An hour passed. Different disciples had different insights. Su Wan’er was among the ones who gained the most. With her Heavenly Dao Divine Sword Bone, she found it easier to comprehend the Sword Dao. With just a few words of Li Yunchuan’s guidance, her understanding soared.
Her eyes closed as she deduced techniques in her mind. Soon, a smile curled on her lips, and she murmured, “So that’s how it is… so that’s how it is!” Her eyes suddenly opened, and she began demonstrating her sword technique on the spot.
The air trembled. Sword qi shot forth like rainbows, sword cries resounding. Her entire being radiated sharpness. New chapters come out on g.com first.
The disciples of the Primordial Holy Land were all astonished. “Worthy of being the Moon Cicada Fairy! Not only beautiful, but her comprehension of the Sword Dao is this profound!”
“Isn’t that the basic sword art of our Primordial Holy Land, the Linghua Sword Technique? Why does it seem dozens of times stronger in her hands?”
“My comprehension is decent too, but compared to her, it feels like nothing.”
Even Li Yunchuan allowed a rare smile, stroking his beard with a nod. Su Wan’er’s talent in the Sword Dao was remarkable. Given time, her cultivation and realm would surpass even his own. Having such a disciple was indeed a blessing for the Primordial Holy Land.
In a corner, Ye Bufan was dazed as he watched Su Wan’er’s dazzling display. She was breathtaking—her unique temperament, peerless beauty, and sharp swordsmanship exuded irresistible charm. The more he looked, the more obsessed he became. And the more he fell for her, the deeper his hatred for Gu Yun grew. If Gu Yun hadn’t stolen her away, Su Wan’er would have been his. He clenched his teeth, fury boiling inside.
Then, a thought sparked in his mind. If Su Wan’er could demonstrate her swordsmanship before everyone, then why couldn’t he? His comprehension was in no way inferior to hers. If he showed it, not only could he regain the face he lost earlier, but he could also impress Su Wan’er.
Most importantly, he had long heard Gu Yun was not skilled in the Sword Dao. This was the perfect chance to embarrass him. As the Holy Son, if he failed to compare to an ordinary disciple like him, wouldn’t he lose all face?
Ye Bufan grew excited. He immediately stepped forward and said loudly, “Grand Elder, this disciple also has some comprehension. Please guide me.” He then mimicked Su Wan’er and demonstrated swordsmanship.
Like her, he performed the Linghua Sword Technique of the Primordial Holy Land. All eyes turned toward him. Soon, many widened in surprise.
If Su Wan’er’s swordsmanship was elegant yet sharp, Ye Bufan’s was fierce and domineering, his killing intent pouring forth. The ruthless side of the technique was displayed vividly, making his performance even stronger than Su Wan’er’s in certain aspects.
Whispers rose among the disciples. “I didn’t expect Ye Bufan to have such skill!” “His comprehension seems on par with Su Wan’er’s. Impressive indeed.”
Watching this scene, Gu Yun sneered inwardly. “As expected, Ye Bufan still follows the original novel’s plotline—putting on airs and trying to slap my face.”