"Kong Xu, the Holy Son," had been coddled since childhood.
Whatever he decided, "Yu Hua, the Sword Immortal," had absolutely no way to stop him.
So, someone might ask, was "Kong Xu, the Holy Son," so domineering that even his father, "Yu Hua, the Sword Immortal," couldn't control him?
No, he couldn't!
The answer was no!
Why?
Because "Kong Xu, the Holy Son," had another incredibly powerful backer.
The father of "Yu Hua, the Sword Immortal," the previous Sect Master of the "Penglai Sword Sect," "Yu Yuan, the Sword Immortal!"
This old man was still alive!
He was old and had been in his cave dwelling, in "closed-door meditation for life and death," usually not involving himself in worldly affairs.
But if the old man knew his precious grandson was being bullied, even if his own son, "Yu Hua, the Sword Immortal," was bullying "Kong Xu, the Holy Son," it wouldn't matter; the old man would still discipline him.
He was that protective of his own!
Therefore, "Kong Xu, the Holy Son," rejected the "guest elder" arranged by "Yu Hua, the Sword Immortal," and instead chose his beloved good brother, "Ling Wei Feng." "Yu Hua, the Sword Immortal," could only grudgingly accept it, utterly powerless.
Alas!
"Yu Hua, the Sword Immortal," sighed deeply in his heart.
However, he wasn't entirely worried.
His father was the previous Sect Master, and he was the current Sect Master. With the painstaking efforts of two generations, the Yu family in the "Penglai Sword Sect," while not having absolute power, could at least do whatever they pleased.
Even if "Kong Xu, the Holy Son," brought a dog to be a "guest elder" today, he would still achieve ultimate victory.
So, it didn't matter. Let "Kong Xu, the Holy Son," fuss about as much as he wanted!
"Yu Hua, the Sword Immortal," comforted himself in his heart, balancing his emotions.
On the "Ancient Arena."
"Kong Xu, the Holy Son," waited for a full five minutes before the first "Quasi-Holy Son" challenged him.
This "Quasi-Holy Son" was named "Lu Ren Yi."
What an unfortunate name; even as a "passerby," he couldn't even be "Passerby A," only "Passerby B."
Damn it!
"Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son," didn't really want to go on stage. What was the point? He wasn't going to become the "Holy Son" anyway. Going on the "arena" was just to play along with "Kong Xu, the Holy Son." No matter how incompetent "Kong Xu, the Holy Son" was, he had to pretend to lose to him.
Disgusting!
Humiliating!
But "Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son," thought again, whether he faced it head-on or shied away, it was still a knife. No matter what, he had to play along with "Kong Xu, the Holy Son" today.
Since that was the case, why not do it sooner rather than later?
Going up first to "cooperate with the performance" might leave a good impression on "Yu Hua, the Sword Immortal."
Becoming the "Holy Son" was impossible, not in this lifetime. But to gain the appreciation of "Yu Hua, the Sword Immortal," and be cultivated as a core disciple, becoming a high-ranking and powerful "Grand Elder" early on was also good.
"Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son," calculated his own plans in his heart, and with his "good buddy," pfft... with his "guest elder," he went onto the stage.
As an "actor" meant to "accompany the crown prince in his studies," the sect naturally wouldn't specifically arrange a powerful "Nascent Soul guest elder" for him. Thus, "Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son," had to invite his friend himself, a rogue cultivator at the "mid-Nascent Soul stage."
To have cultivated to the "mid-Nascent Soul stage," "Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son's" good buddy had very strong potential. It was a pity that as a rogue cultivator, he had no magical treasures, no divine abilities, and his combat power was truly mediocre.
Oh well, since it was just a staged performance, it would suffice.
"Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son," told himself, calming his mind.
"Senior Brother Kong Xu, please enlighten me!"
"Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son," was courteous and respectful. He led his "good buddy" and bowed to "Kong Xu, the Holy Son."
"Kong Xu, the Holy Son," returned the bow.
"Junior Brother Lu, be careful. This competition is of great importance, and I will not hold back!"
Heh heh...
"Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son," rolled his eyes dramatically in his heart.
Senior Brother Kong Xu, don't joke. With your prodigal son's incompetence, your combat power is so poor it's unbearable to watch. Would I be afraid of you? I'm more worried about how to cooperate with your performance so that the loss doesn't seem too fake...
Before "Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son's" inner complaints had finished, a sudden change occurred.
Ling Wei Feng, who stood beside "Kong Xu, the Holy Son," narrowed his eyes and formed a sword seal with his hand.
Clang!
The sound of a sword's hum and a dragon's roar arose.
From the "Spiritual Wood Sword Box" on Ling Wei Feng's back, sword light flashed, and an immortal sword shot into the sky.
Rumble!
The aura of an "acquired spiritual treasure" erupted!
Holy crap!
This, this is the aura of an "acquired spiritual treasure"?
"Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son"
o(⊙﹏⊙)o
Stunned beyond belief!
"Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son's" "good buddy"
o(⊙﹏⊙)o
Stunned beyond belief!
They simply couldn't believe their eyes.
How could a "Golden Core cultivator" possess an "acquired spiritual treasure"?
This was utterly absurd, outrageously absurd!
The "good buddy" stiffly turned his head and said to "Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son."
"Uh, am I too stressed lately, causing hallucinations? Why do I see a Golden Core cultivator taking out an acquired spiritual treasure..."
Slap!
Before he could finish speaking!
A crisp slapping sound echoed.
The "good buddy" was slapped, and his face rapidly swelled, showing five clear finger marks.
The "good buddy" was completely dazed by the blow.
He glared at "Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son" opposite him.
"Why did you hit me?"
"Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son" murmured.
"If you feel pain, it means we're not dreaming, nor is it an illusion!"
"Good buddy"
￣へ￣
I want to say a profanity right now!
Are you sure it's not a dream? Slap yourself, why are you slapping me?
Just as "Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son" and his "good buddy" were in a state of extreme shock, unable to extricate themselves, Ling Wei Feng opposite them had already launched his attack.
Ling Wei Feng formed a sword seal and unleashed his "Qing Yuan Sword Intent."
One sword strike suppressed all the heavens and myriad realms!
An extremely potent sword intent erupted.
Driven by the "Qing Yuan Sword Intent," the "Qing Yuan Immortal Sword" emitted a brilliant sword light.
Sharp sword qi continuously condensed, extending a hundred-zhang sword aura from the "Qing Yuan Immortal Sword."
The hundred-zhang sword aura, like a vast river, surged towards "Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son" and his "good buddy."
Holy crap!
So strong!
Mom, I want to go home!
"Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son" and his "good buddy" felt the sharp killing intent within the sword qi and were terrified out of their wits.
They quickly activated their "defensive divine abilities."
Layer upon layer of "defensive spiritual light" under the bombardment of the hundred-zhang sword qi seemed like paper, unable to withstand a single blow.
Bang bang bang!
Cracking sounds echoed continuously.
The hundred-zhang sword aura charged in, breaking through all the "defensive spiritual light" in an instant, aiming directly for the heads of "Lu Ren Yi, the Quasi-Holy Son" and his "good buddy"...