See you at the peak!!
These four simple words stunned the young talents of the Southwest Path, leaving them speechless.
They were all naturally proud and ambitious, young men who wouldn't back down from a challenge. But after witnessing Wen Nan Tian effortlessly summon ten thousand swords, crushing all the young talents of the Southwest Path, including the strongest few from the North Leaving Path, combined, their confidence had been shattered.
Perhaps Luo Xuan, Xiao Ruo Feng, Lei Meng Sha, and the others still had confidence in meeting Wen Nan Tian at the peak, but they…
"Never mind, I'm still young. When I go back, I'll practice my sword techniques for tens, hundreds of times. I refuse to believe that I, a direct disciple of the You Luo Hall in the Southwest Path, will be unable to reach the Sky Soaring Realm."
"It's just meeting at the peak, isn't it? Wen Nan Tian, Sword Immortal, wait for me."
"I have new insights into the Eight Styles of Drunken Sword. The Sky Soaring Realm is not far. I will keep getting stronger, until I catch up to you, and then… surpass you."
"Give up? I'm a little unwilling. Meeting at the peak, a little unrealistic? But you know, I hate nothing more than submitting to fate. One day, Mo Qian Chou will seek you out again to test my sword."
"I am still young, I can be arrogant, I will not give up. North Leaving Eight Young Masters, South Heaven Young Master, you wait for me. I will surpass you all."
As they watched the fading figure and the scattered swords all over the ground, the young talents of the Southwest Path all silently vowed to improve themselves. They were still young, with infinite possibilities and a bright future.
Just because they were not as good as others now, did that mean they had to submit to fate and bow their heads forever?
No!
They could still get stronger, they could still catch up.
Even someone as powerful as Wen Nan Tian, who became a Sword Immortal at the age of sixteen or seventeen, they believed they could reach his level as well.
The patriarchs and sect masters of the major Southwest Path families, who had arrived in secret some time ago, simply observed their family members and disciples from afar, watching them radiate youthful energy and an unyielding spirit. No one spoke, and no one discouraged them.
It was too early for these fledgling youngsters to face reality.
A hundred generations of youthful visitors, like clouds parting to reveal a crane.
Singing songs of courage for ten thousand years.
These elders knew that only after they had been battered and bruised in the rivers and lakes, only after they had reached this age, would they truly have lived up to their youth, even if they had achieved nothing.
…
At this time, Wen Nan Tian, who had left with a flourish, stopped a few steps later.
He looked curiously at the figure leaning against the wall in the night, waiting for him.
"Second Uncle?"
"Controlling ten thousand swords, a sword of the Sword Immortal. Impressive."
Wen Hu Jiu took a sip of his wine, coughed slightly, then walked over, placing a hand on Wen Nan Tian's shoulder. "You must be tired."
As a top-ranked expert on the Crowned Ranking, he naturally knew the toll such techniques took.
Wen Nan Tian still seemed composed, but Wen Hu Jiu felt that if he hadn't come, his nephew might have had to hide in the corner to catch his breath.
After all…
He had simply left those ten thousand borrowed swords there, without 'returning' them!
Wen Nan Tian, with a nonchalant air, said, "It's fine. It was enough to deal with some petty thieves."
Wen Hu Jiu loved his nephew's stubbornness, and laughed heartily. "Nan Tian, I'll believe you when your legs stop trembling when you talk."
"Alright, Second Uncle, lend me a hand."
In front of his own uncle, Wen Nan Tian no longer put on a brave face. He looked weak. "I went a little overboard this time, I almost made a fool of myself."
Although he still had some tricks up his sleeve, he could instantly recover to peak condition even if he encountered a petty thief.
But this time, he had indeed been a little overconfident.
Wen Hu Jiu smiled, put his arm around Wen Nan Tian's shoulder, and walked back, lecturing him. "You, in the Soaring Realm, dare to directly borrow all the swords of the city for a fight. It's a wonder you didn't drain all your true essence."
True essence was the foundation of a martial artist. If their true essence was exhausted, they could easily die of exhaustion.
Wen Nan Tian, naturally aware of this, nodded with a lingering sense of fear. Next time, he would be sure to prepare thoroughly before he acted tough!
Fortunately, the rewards this time were considerable. His prestige points continued to climb, and even the Peach Blossom Sword God, Deng Tai A's template, had jumped by more than seven percent, now reaching twenty-seven percent. The next stage was probably not far off.
It had been worth his effort, all the sparring and the all-out effort.
"But, you little rascal, you're going to be famous throughout the land after tonight."
"The North Leaving Eight Young Masters, six of them together lost to you. Liu Yue broke through during the battle and entered the Sky Soaring Realm, and then there were the two from the Dark River, also in the Sky Soaring Realm.
"I think even if you say you're not a Sword Immortal, no one will believe you."
After scolding Wen Nan Tian, Wen Hu Jiu burst into laughter.
The Wen family had produced a dragon. A seventeen-year-old Sword Immortal. Looking at the entire martial world, throughout the centuries, how many could be found?
After all, Wen Nan Tian was still young. At seventeen, he was already a Sword Immortal. He might even have a chance to reach the peak in his lifetime, even the Godly Wandering Realm, which Wen Hu Jiu had been curious about for half his life, was not out of reach.
"Hahaha, perfect."
Wen Nan Tian didn't show humility, he instead laughed wildly. "I entered the Sky Soaring Realm with a single sword, and ascended to the peak of the heroes of the world. Let my name echo throughout the land."
He was still a young man, and he should be arrogant when he should be arrogant.
He had defeated all the young heroes with a single sword, Wen Nan Tian had the capital for his arrogance.
"It will happen."
Wen Hu Jiu, watching Wen Nan Tian so full of excitement, joined in the laughter. "I saw someone from the Hundred Knowledges Hall recording everything in secret. I think when the Jade Ranking is next released, you'll be at the top."
People from the Hundred Knowledges Hall?
Wen Nan Tian was slightly taken aback, then he understood. He was good at perceiving the surrounding movements and hidden auras, but he really didn't know many people.
Even if someone from the Hundred Knowledges Hall had appeared before him, he wouldn't recognize them if they didn't reveal their identity.
But the Jade Ranking?
Wen Nan Tian didn't say anything, he looked at his prestige points that continued to jump, and the progress of the Peach Blossom Sword God template. "Second Uncle, the Martial Ranking is updated sometimes every three years, sometimes every year. It's probably more than a year before the next update, and by then, I'll be aiming for the Crowned Ranking, not the Jade Ranking."
"Ambitious! I'll be watching, Second Uncle."
Wen Hu Jiu didn't doubt it. Wen Nan Tian was still a little naive now, but in a year, with his rate of progress, it wasn't impossible for him to reach the Crowned Ranking.
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