Starting My Cultivation With Time Management-Chapter 774 - 11: Shushan Ancestor Worship Grand Ceremony

Chapter 774: Chapter 11: Shushan Ancestor Worship Grand Ceremony

“If one were to evaluate Su Jian’s swordsmanship, it fundamentally amounts to an ultra-enhanced version of An Zhisu’s.”

“Based on the scan results, it’s certain Su Jian doesn’t possess an Innate Sword Heart.”

“However, this guy’s mastery in the way of the sword is also unbelievably strong, and the fact that it’s purely self-taught ultimately garners more respect than abilities like Ling Yunpo’s, which feel like cheating.”

Ling Yunpo was secretly shocked, while Su Jian grew more and more satisfied with the battle, thinking that although his disciple Qing Heng’s swordsmanship was mediocre, that was when judged by the standards of the Golden Core Realm’s Obscure Weave Rank.

“Considering his age of entry into the field, having such swordsmanship attainment is already outstanding—just like the speed of his cultivation’s advancement.”

“Well fought.” Su Jian quickly stopped and provided some very precise critiques and suggestions according to Ling Yunpo’s specific circumstances.

Here again, one could spot the difference between Su Jian and An Zhisu: although Senior Sister An had impressive swordsmanship herself, her ability to teach others was really not up to par, often she could only have the younger brother practice hard to reach understanding on his own.

With Su Jian’s incisive advice, Ling Yunpo had an epiphany and couldn’t help but admit that having a master was indeed a good thing.

At least in the aspect of the Sword Control Technique, neither the Ziwei Master nor Elder Shi Ding could possibly teach him much.

An Zhisu watched from the side, occasionally bringing tea to Su Jian and wiping sweat for Ling Yunpo, appearing even busier than the other two.

Although cultivators don’t need to drink water or wipe away sweat, this was the girl’s way of showing her kindness, and the two were also not so ungracious as to outright reject it.

However, as Su Jian drank his tea while watching his daughter wipe the sweat off his disciple, he suddenly felt quite uneasy.

“Su’er,” Su Jian casually inquired when An Zhisu came over to serve him tea, “In all those years I was in seclusion, have you found yourself a Daoist Companion?”

“No,” replied An Zhisu, her cheeks reddening, her voice quiet.

As for the matter with her junior brother, having to explain everything about her and her junior brother to her father in detail—even most likely facing a barrage of probing questions from him—was just too embarrassing.

An Zhisu was too shy to speak up, but since this matter was common knowledge in Shushan, and given that Wen Qingliu had recently re-emerged, she suspected that her father would eventually find out anyway. There would be time to discuss it when he asked about it.

Yet Su Jian wasn’t so preoccupied with such thoughts; hearing An Zhisu claim she hadn’t sought a Daoist Companion, he immediately felt relieved.

I knew it; my daughter couldn’t have been fooled by someone in just the time I was in seclusion.

To be fair, if it came to finding a Daoist Companion for An Zhisu, Ling Yunpo, being the current Tai Yin Sword Master with both talent and good looks, would be a perfectly well-matched suitor due to his strong capabilities and deep connection with her family—of course, he would be the prime candidate.

But Su Jian had been in seclusion for at least a hundred years, and in his heart, An Zhisu was still that naive and fragile girl who had just lost her mother and returned to Shushan with him.

My Su’er doesn’t understand anything; it’s too early for her to seek a Daoist Companion, too early!

In some respects, he shared the same sentiment as many fathers who dislike the idea of their daughters getting married—almost unanimously choosing “she’s still too young” as their excuse, regardless of the actual circumstances.

Now reassured that his daughter hadn’t been led astray, Su Jian breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention back to Ling Yunpo’s affairs.

Truth be told, regarding the disciple his daughter took on during his seclusion, Su Jian couldn’t be more satisfied.

With exceptional talent, formidable strength, a stable realm, and his Life-bound Sword Artifact being a super god-level existence.

Su Jian, as the newly appointed Seven Kills Sect Leader of Shushan, had a reputation that, for the moment, only circulated within the Righteous Three Pure Ones and the Evil Six Paths, but the Tai Yin Sword Master had become almost universally known in the Cultivation Realm… Just now, the Guan Family’s Ancestor, a guest elder of Shushan, had rushed over unable to contain himself any longer, eager to catch a glimpse of the true face of the Tai Yin Suming Sword.

“This is truly impressive, truly impressive!” Admiring the Tai Yin Suming Sword summoned by Ling Yunpo, the Guan Family’s Ancestor looked over it from left to right, full of praise, “May I try to cleave with it just once?”

“Absolutely not!” Before Su Jian, the Sect Leader, had a chance to speak, the elders were hastily interjecting in panic, “A Human Race Divine Artifact, how could it be taken lightly?”

“Haha.” The Guan Family’s Ancestor also realized his gaffe, remembering that the four quarters of Mount Emei were still strewn outside, and awkwardly made his attempt to joke, “Just kidding.”

The joke wasn’t funny at all, so much so that no one laughed.

Since the original Emei Golden Summit had split into four pieces, the Great Emei Mountain received the most debris from the former Heavenly Extremes Square, and a new Ancestral Master Hall was planned to be built on the summit of the Great Emei Mountain, in preparation for the grand ancestral ceremony.

Those with good relations with Shushan, like the Guan Family’s Ancestor, didn’t have to wait until the day of the grand ceremony, and could directly come to Shushan in advance to prepare for the viewing ceremony and incidentally meet the newly emerged Tai Yin Sword Master.

Of course, the latter was their main purpose.

After a few days had passed, and the day of the grand ancestral ceremony arrived, immortals like the Chi Song Immortal from Kunlun, the Ziwei Master, the Wan Xiang Immortal from Penglai, and the Master of Xuan Du had also consecutively reached the site.

It was said that the war between Kunlun and the Six Paths had also come to an abrupt end with the sudden emergence of the Tai Yin Sword Master.

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Although Ling Yunpo was at Shushan during this time, it was not difficult to guess what had happened: apart from the Nether Ghost Path, the rest of the Six Paths had already lost their desire to continue the fight. Now with the Tai Yin Sword Master of Shushan making his appearance, it made a perfect reason to back down and agree to a truce with Kunlun.

As long as Kunlun could reclaim the many resources of the Guanzhong Area, they would definitely wish to agree in order to reduce losses. As for those losses caused by destructive exploitation, they could only acknowledge them as they were.

However, even though a truce had been reached with the Six Paths, Kunlun became even more worried about the current situation.

The Shushan Shangqing Faction, which used to rank second, suddenly had the Tai Yin Sword Master making his appearance. To say that they had no intentions towards the leading position of the righteous path would be sheer self-deception.

Add to that the new Seven Kills Sect Leader Su Jian, whose past was no secret… He was a fierce star always fighting in duels and cutting down his fellow sect members till they were battered and bloodied!

With no mercy even for his Shushan sect members, could anyone expect him to harbor thoughts of harmony towards Kunlun?

Impossible!

The two immortals came with a pure motive, simply to witness the once Human Race Divine Sword, the Tai Yin Suming; the Ziwei Master, on the other hand, arrived with deep probe and wariness, intending to clarify Shushan’s next moves as much as possible.

There’s no need to mention the Master of Xuan Du. Originally holding firmly to Kunlun’s side, considering a shift to Shushan wasn’t out of the question, deciding first to assess the quality of Shushan.

Ling Yunpo felt utterly helpless, him being the esteemed Tai Yin Sword Master yet feeling like a museum treasure subject to the onlookers’ gazes, it was truly speechless.

All he could do was to summon the Tai Yin Suming Sword, let it hover three inches above the palm of his hand, and then display it for the guests to observe.

Tut tut tut! These were the fascinated exclamations of the immortals.

Hmm hmm hmm, these were the contemplative hums of the elders.

Although the Tai Yin Suming Sword was pitch-black and unremarkable in appearance, now that everyone was aware of its status, it could be explained as “divine light retracted, precious without fame.”

Yet this Qing Heng True Person… apart from the talent of an Innate Sword Bone, it was hard to find anything special about him that could qualify him as the Tai Yin Sword Master!