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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nThe Inherited Sword Competition began.

nThe first one to come out was a sword washing disciple, named Chen Ling.

nChen Ling had been a part of the inner sect for seven years and obtained his sword five years ago, but he didn’t reach the State of Perfect Preservation until today, having finally achieved the prerequisite for the competition.

nHe was very composed after many years of Cultivation and waiting, something unusual for someone his age. He didn’t pay too much attention to the audience or to the pressure placed on the first competitor to step on stage, focusing instead on his performance.

nA flash of clean and wintry sword light came out of his sleeve, leaving a clear rut on the cliff wall with slow flowing water before returning to him.

nHe jumped onto the flying sword before it came close to him, and began riding it above the cliff walls, showing his well-honed riding skills.

nIt was quiet by the stream.

nOn the stone platform surrounded by the clouds, the representatives from the Hanging-Bell Sect, Daze, Zhaoge City, and the Water Moon Nunnery, among a few other sects, this including the Principal Justice from Fruit Formation Temple. All stayed in their seats and remained silent.

nThis year was the first time the Mirror Sect sent a representative to observe the Inherited Sword Competition of the Green Mountain Sect, and his inexperience showed through when he hadn’t noticed the silence among the cliffs, clapping his hands and praising Chen Ling after seeing him ride the flying sword among the peaks with ease and in a robust manner.

nChen Ling landed his sword on a rock in the stream.

nThe elder of Shiyue Peak responsible for the Inherited Sword Competition asked without even a hint of expression, “Which peak’s sword would you wish to inherit?”

nThe expression on his face finally became nervous, and he replied with a slightly dry voice, “What capabilities do I have? This disciple dares not choose.”

nWhile speaking, he saw the masters of various peaks on the platform look on with expectations and unease.

nAt the Inherited Sword Competition, every master of the nine peaks could only choose one inherited sword disciple, they would all choose very cautiously because of the limitation.

nChen Ling knew his Cultivation state was not outstanding in comparison to his peers, so he didn’t expect to be fought for by the peaks, and was merely hoping to be selected by one peak.

nNo sound came from the cliffs, very quiet.

nThe silence became embarrassing after awhile.

nThose who didn’t have the prerequisite to participate in the competition, standing by the stream were unbearable to watch him.

nSister Yushan turned her head away, too nervous to watch.

nAmid the deadly silence, Chen Ling still remained calm on the surface, raising his head stubbornly, like an offender waiting for his final sentence.

nHe knew that if he lowered his head or showed a hint of disappointment, those masters might assume that his Sword Heart is unsteady.

nAnd then he would have to wait another three years.

nThat representative from the Mirror Sect felt somewhat embarrassed as well; looking at the expressions of other guests around him, he didn’t know where to put his hands, which had been clapping earlier. He really didn’t understand how it was that a disciple so outstanding, someone who could be regarded as a favorite to be cultivated not only at the Mirror Sect, but also the Green Mountain Sect…could be unwanted?

nAt last a voice came from the cliffs.

nAfter some discussion, the Yunxing Peak decided to accept Chen Ling, perhaps considering they had no chance to win over several more important disciples from other peaks.

n“Do you wish, Elder Chen, to study the Old Bird Sword Style?”

nFeeling unparalleled happiness, he answered with a trembling voice, “Yes, this disciples would!”

nAfterwards, he quickly rode his sword upward to join his peers of Yunxing Peak at a spot somewhere in the cliffs.

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nLater on, more disciples came up to demonstrate their Cultivation states and sword work.

nThese inner sect disciples practiced many years by the Stream of Sword Washing, and all of them reached the State of Perfect Preservation, with a few of them nearing the State of Inherited Will, riding the sword with much ease, like a bird flying among the peaks, and showing proficient sword work, their flying sword turning and twirling to weave a screen of light, which couldn’t be penetrated even by the waterfalls within ten feet.

nJi Yuanliang, Sikong Yiming, and Qi Faying, whose names appeared many times in the notebooks on the peaks, were chosen after some discussion.

nIt was very quiet on the cliff. The representative of Mirror Sect had learned his lesson and didn’t express his opinion anymore, and he glanced at the stone platform deep in the clouds every once in a while, wondering whether the Sect Master of Green Mountain Sect came or not, and whether he, as rumored, like his own Master, Immortal Taiping, was practicing a sort of incomparable magic.

nThe Principal Justice of the Fruit Formation Temple closed his eyes, fingering the rosaries in his hands.

nThe female disciples of Water-Moon Nunnery and Qingrong Peak got together, talking amongst themselves in whispers and in familiarity, their giggles sounding like silver bells.

n“It’s really boring.”

nThe guests of Hanging-Bell Sect were sitting on the west side of the stone platform.

nA young girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old felt a tickle in her eyes while staring at the water beneath her feet in the crack of the rock.

nShe rubbed her eyes and yawned once, the little bells hanging on her lovely earlobes jingling.

nThose two little bells were silver. Was this young girl actually a high-ranking silver-bell messenger?

n“What do you know?” A young woman rubbed her hair gently, saying, “The Green Mountain Sect is a Major Sword Sect, the sword work seems to be boring, but it is actually complicated.”

n“But it is still too boring, one sword being wielded here, another sword being wielded there; there is nothing exciting about them.”

n“If I knew it would be so boring, I wouldn’t have come here in the first place,” complained the young girl of Hanging-Bell Sect, pursing her lips.

nSuddenly there was a noise coming up from beneath the cliff, she stood up and took a look, finding the crowd had become slightly uneasy. Watching a slender youth walking into the stream, she became interested, saying, “Look, Senior Master! Is he, you have just pointed out to me, the one with natural Dao quality?”

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nLiu Shisui arrived at the stream.

nThe cheers rose up from both banks of the stream.

nThe commotion could be felt vaguely among the cliffs, and many gazes were fixed on him.

nOn the top of the high cliff, the Principal Justice of the Fruit Formation Temple opened his eyes, the guest of Daze stood up, and the representative of the Mirror Sect had walked over to the cliff edge earlier, looking downward.

nThe visiting guests showed a great deal of interest in Liu Shisui, or at the very least, simple curiosity.

nIt was well known in the cultivation circle that Liu Shisui possessed natural Dao quality, and he was the third such person of natural Dao quality at the Green Mountain Sect in the last ten years.

nAnyone with natural Dao quality was a one-in-a-million Cultivation genius. It would be very lucky for the regular sects to meet one in a hundred years. So the luck of Green Mountain Sect was really making other sects jealous.

nZhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue were from West Sea and Zhaoge City respectively, and their family backgrounds were special because they had connections with the Cultivation world, so they were easier to be found. But it was said that Liu Shisui lived as a child in a remote small village, and had no connection to Cultivation circles, so then how was he found by the Green Mountain Sect?

nWatching the youth standing on the rock in the stream, the people from various sects were filled with complicated thoughts.

nStanding on the rock in the stream, Liu Shisui, not affected by the commotion, focused on one thing, which was pulling out his sword.

nThe flying sword rose up from the ground without shadow and sword light, arriving at a cliff wall thirty yards away after a brief time.

nIt was quiet and didn’t cause even a ripple on the flowing stream water, but a tiny round hole appearing on the cliff wall.

nThe seemingly normal scene attracted a few surprised cries from the cliffs.

nLiu Shisui closed two fingers on his left hand, using a sword style most common in the Scripture of Sword for making the flying sword return from the cliff wall.

nHe then stepped out into the stream with seeming recklessness, landing right on top of the sword as he flew upward after leaving blur behind; at an increasing speed, the flying sword turned into green light, flying out of the cliffs within a few seconds as it created an ear-piercing whistle, breaking through the clouds.

nAs people raised their heads up to watch, he had already turned into a black dot in the sky, far above the nine peaks.

nAfter a short while, Liu Shisui came back on his sword, not an ounce of red on his face, his heart calm, his breathing even; he bowed silently, as if he had done nothing.

nThe sudden cheers broke through the quiet atmosphere among the cliffs.

n“Good! Great! Marvelous!”

nLiu Shisui’s sword looked simple enough, but it was actually very steady and balanced, needing nothing more than that, a sword style pursued by the Green Mountain Sect.

nThough his state was still relatively low, such a feat was performed by a youth of fourteen years, who already showed some aura of a great swordsman; it was only natural that it would bring about appreciation.

n“Is he the one with natural Dao quality?” murmured the young girl of Hanging-Bell Sect.

nAt this young age, she was already a silver-bell messenger, so her life experience was naturally not ordinary, nor was she lacking in the talent of observation. She knew the seemingly simple performance by Liu Shisui was actually extraordinary; but craving excitement, she didn’t feel that was enough.

nThe next moment, her eyes lit up in excitement.

nA young disciple, with steady emotion, walked over onto the rock in the stream, standing opposite Liu Shisui.

n“Brother Liu, could you perhaps provide some guidance.”

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