Stronger from Earth-Chapter 65: Sword Hall Everywhere

With this Treasure Saber, his combat power can be better displayed, even skyrocketing to a higher level. Facing disciples of the Mountain Gate who possess various treasures, he fears nothing in the Same Realm.

However...

Looking at the Taoist charm patterns on the Celestial Treasure Long Saber, Wang Xuan felt it was still too conspicuous, like a common person without sin yet guilty for possessing something precious.

Finding some paint, he brushed two layers over it, turning the brightly shining saber into completely pitch black, giving it a sharp feeling that made people shiver upon seeing it.

As for the patterns and designs on the surface, they were all fully covered now.

"Temporarily wronging you." Wang Xuan stroked the blade. This sword was named Ten Thousand Jins Thunder Dragon, yet with his power, he couldn’t even unleash one percent of its might.

Maybe, when he becomes an Earth Immortal, this sword will still be his weapon, able to match his strength.

These two Celestial Treasures are considered his greatest wealth. Casually selling them could fetch tens of billions, even hundreds of billions, of Star Yuan, though no one would actually sell them.

Too precious.

Celestial Treasures are always elusive. Once they appear, Immortals will fight for them. If money could buy them, they wouldn’t care about it.

Although Wang Xuan coveted the Source Power within these two Celestial Treasures, ultimately they were his possessions, so it didn’t matter when he absorbed them.

Better to keep them and leverage their utility, extracting their Source Power when necessary.

In the dormitory, Wang Xuan began studying the Heart Spirit Demon Scripture. After reaching the Peak of Organ Refining, his wisdom greatly increased, his mental capacity far surpassing the past. Various inspirations collided, deepening his understanding of this miraculous Cultivation Technique.

Perhaps in another day or two, he could sweep away the barriers of various cultivation theories and start his practice.

And when he becomes an instructor, he will have permission to access the Cultivation Techniques of the Bone Marrow Refining Realm — Bone Marrow Cleansing Scripture, breaking into the Bone Marrow Refining Realm won’t be difficult.

Everything simply waits.

Yuzhang City has several districts, each with branches of the Immortal Martial Combat Hall. However, recently the businesses of the Martial Arts Hall have been impacted as many trainees left.

As for where the trainees went, it’s not hard to find out.

These trainees all flocked to the newly opened Sword Hall — Celestial Sword Hall, to learn Swordsmanship.

Progress in boxing takes a long time to show. To enhance combat power requires substantial effort, but holding a weapon, practicing for a month or so, combat power can be multiplied two to three times.

Since ancient times, holding a weapon naturally gives an advantage in combat power. Many ancient warriors could sweep away dozens or hundreds with a weapon but would struggle without one.

"These people are so short-sighted. Practicing swordsmanship only boosts combat power in a short time due to the sharpness of the weapon, but without the sword, they become useless.

Do you carry a sword everywhere you go?

Swordsmanship relies on talent. Few achieve success, one in hundreds, thousands. Learning just a bit at the Sword Hall, practicing one or two Sword Techniques, can it enhance the Physique?

Cultivation is to enhance Life Force, to live longer; Physique is the essence. These fools!"

Many coaches at the Martial Arts Hall cursed, frustrated at not being able to live up to expectations. Everyone knows the Sword Immortals’ glory and their dominating presence, breaking myriad techniques with a single sword, subduing all foes.

But the problem is, this requires talent. The world knows Celestial Sword Mountain produces Sword Immortals, yet they don’t see that its disciples are one in ten thousand naturally suited for swordsmanship.

Can you people compare? Truly lacking self-awareness.

Even though these coaches scolded their students harshly, students continued to leave daily, wanting to become Swordsmen, enjoying the freedom it brings.

Compared to Swordsmen, practitioners of boxing and kicking appear rough and uncouth, truly lacking the grandeur of Swordsmen.

Thus, within a short span, the foot traffic at the Martial Arts Hall dwindled by one-third, while the newly opened Celestial Sword Halls thrived.

One after another, skilled Swordsmen became instructors, and there were Sword Immortals from Celestial Sword Mountain present, attracting numerous notable figures to attend. For a time, it was a gathering of illustrious guests.

This excitement was known throughout Yuzhang City. Its reputation quickly spread, drawing many trainees who came due to admiration.

Thus, Celestial Sword Hall quickly gained a foothold.

In the new district Celestial Sword Hall, a Sword Immortal chatted and laughed with others yet internally was pondering. It had been ages since he last saw Senior Brother Zhang Shan, who had said he was seeking vengeance but never returned.

Considering this, he feared he had already perished, heaving a sigh, seeming somewhat melancholic. Fellow disciples for a hundred years, past memories remained vivid.

"Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to persuade you."

"Gu Sansi, you’re distracted." Zhao Hao’s face was filled with discontent. The other party had actually spaced out while talking to him, truly disrespecting him.

Though you’re older, I am the true heir, and you are just a disciple of an elder. My cultivation level surpasses yours, and my status is far above yours!

Gu Sansi quickly apologized, "Sorry, I just suddenly thought about Senior Brother Zhang Shan. His death was too meaningless."

"That fool? He simply overestimated himself. Even my father died at the hands of He the Sixth, what does he amount to?" Zhao Hao scoffed.

Thinking of his father’s death, he still felt deep resentment, hating the damn He the Sixth. If only he could defeat him, he would have chopped him down long ago.

And then there’s Chen Qingniu, who will eventually die by his hand, just like that damn hall master, everyone who blocks him ought to die!

Hatred filled his mind; he even questioned Master Fang Shan, asking why he didn’t stop He the Sixth, letting his father die like that!

Gu Sansi frowned at these words. Even when his senior brother was already dead, why couldn’t Zhao Hao speak more respectfully? He felt quite displeased inside, though he didn’t lash out.

Zhao Hao continued, "If it weren’t for that little pest, your senior brother wouldn’t have needed to make a move. Gu Sansi, if you want revenge for your senior brother, you should kill Wang Xuan."

This ant, he thought it had died long ago, as it should have, but unexpectedly it survived and even made Celestial Sword Mountain suffer such a big loss.

If he saw him again, he would surely crush him to death!

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Wang Xuan woke up in the morning for practice, only stepping out a few hours later when he finally received the notification that he was becoming a coach. This entitled him to access the Bone Marrow Cleansing Scripture’s materials and begin his cultivation.

In a few days, he would also receive his own trainees. Every coach would lead a group of students as a standard practice, and he was no exception.

"Strange, why aren’t the mountain gate disciples around?" Wang Xuan was puzzled, as he hadn’t seen any of those mountain gate disciples since he woke up. All those youths seemed to have vanished.

"Senior Brother Chen, where are the disciples from Three Saints Mountain and Eight Dragon Temple? Why are they all gone?" he asked.

Chen Qingniu was practicing his boxing while replying, "They were shipped off to a Southeast Asian island overnight yesterday. They’re probably going to suffer bitterly, shedding several layers of skin before returning."

Wang Xuan was perplexed by this sudden rigorous training requirement for the disciples. Why did they have to suffer?

Chen Qingniu suddenly laughed, "You don’t know? You’re the culprit. Several disciples from Three Saints Mountain couldn’t even withstand a few moves from you and were defeated disastrously.

This result caused the immortals on the mountain to feel a loss of face, believing that if all disciples were like this, the mountain gate wouldn’t last long. So, they sent the disciples off to suffer.

The higher-ups issued an order, and regardless of whose disciples they were, they were all unlucky. They had to go to a desolate island, eat dirt, and be chased around by demon beasts, which probably subjected their minds and bodies to significant torture."

Wang Xuan was quite surprised, "How is it my fault!"

It was not intentional; yesterday, he had merely expressed a little temper while casually disciplining those mountain gate disciples. Who could have imagined it would trigger such a chain reaction?

Leaving the Martial Arts Hall, he headed towards his rented neighborhood, realizing he hadn’t been back for quite some time, so he should check on it and also give Su Xiaowei some guidance on her skills.

The door opened, and everything inside was spotlessly clean. The cleaning robot had done a thorough job, leaving not a speck of dust.

Moving the covering mural aside, the writings left by Elder He contained a profound True Intent of Boxing, rich with subtle nuances that he couldn’t help but ponder over.

"Even the writings contain such deep True Intent of Boxing. There are many mysteries I can’t comprehend. I wonder when I’ll reach this realm." Wang Xuan sighed.

On the path of cultivation, condensing a Mental Realm is one level, followed by achieving tenfold True Intent. Upon reaching Perfection, one can transform mental illusions into reality, unleashing mighty combat power.

He was still far from reaching this level.

In a blink, several hours passed. With some insights gained, Wang Xuan booked a restaurant and went out, returning only after a nutritiously rich lunch.

"Huh, someone came in." Wang Xuan sensed a particular aura inside the house, one he had never encountered before.

Upon opening the door, a figure became visible in the living room.

The person was tall, with broad shoulders and a robust build, wearing a gray short-sleeve shirt, standing upright. Wang Xuan was too familiar with this appearance and stature, almost as if seeing himself in a mirror.

If he wasn’t certain that he was the only son at home, he would suspect it was his twin brother.

But where did this person come from, and why were they disguised as him?

Wang Xuan coldly questioned, "Who exactly are you, and why are you impersonating me?"

The other person did not move, completely ignoring him, not even turning their head, or showing any hint of surprise.