Chapter 445 – The Sword Is Like the Person (II) (2/2)

Similarly, the archbishop in his room of plum blossoms was also very calm, as if he was sleeping.

The priests of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green were treating Zhou Ziheng's wounds.

Zhou Ziheng grasped his stomach, but blood had already ceased to flow from between his fingers. However, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

He knew that Chen Changsheng had gone easy on him. When that sharp dagger had grazed past his internal organs, it had only done so by a hair's breadth.

If Chen Changsheng's wrist had given the smallest shake, if the tiniest strand of true essence had been released, Zhou Ziheng's Ethereal Palace would have been completely destroyed and he would have died on the scene.

Thinking about Chen Changsheng's graceful sword technique that had broken through his Star Domain, Zhou Ziheng was taken hold of by a monstrous fear. With a shaky voice, he said, ”This…just what sort of sword is this?”

Yes, he had asked not about the dagger in Chen Changsheng's hand, but about his sword technique.

Ultimately, he still walked the path of the sword. After such an excessively crushing defeat, this was what he most wanted to know.

Chen Changsheng naturally knew that he was not asking about the Vexing Night Rain that he had used in the final moment. Rather, he wanted to know how his Star Domain had been broken through.

Of course, Chen Changsheng would not give too extensive of an explanation. He only said, ”This was a sword technique that Senior Su Li passed down to me.”

Hearing the two words 'Su Li', the peaceful street suddenly became bustling again as the crowd erupted with discussion.

As it turned out…Chen Changsheng had used Su Li's sword technique!

The continent contained countless experts, not just those experts on the proclamations of the Pavilion of Divination. There were still many exceptional experts who stood above these proclamations. Who was weak and who was strong amongst these experts had always been the most interesting topic with the common people and also the matter which attracted the most commentary. There was only one matter that no one had ever questioned, that did not require discussion. It was a fact publicly acknowledged by the continent, and even in the past one thousand years, was a conclusion reached by the vast majority of the populace.

Zhou Dufu, number one in the path of the blade.

Emperor Taizong, number one in the path of the spear.

Su Li, number one in the path of the sword!

At Chen Changsheng's words, the expressions directed towards him were all rather queer. This was especially true of those people under the pavilion that walked the path of the sword. Their emotions were extremely complicated: admiration, envy, frustration, resentment, and so on. Zhou Ziheng was even more wracked with remorse—if he knew that Su Li had actually taught Chen Changsheng sword techniques, how could he possibly have been so arrogant and self-assured!

Yes, the information provided by the Tianhai clan had mentioned and the entire continent knew of what had gone on in Xunyang City, but still no one believed that Su Li would pass a sword technique on to Chen Changsheng. Because Su Li was very lonely and very proud and his gaze was set very high, for him to pass down a technique was absolutely no trifling matter. In addition, Chen Changsheng was the successor to the Orthodoxy, a natural enemy of the Mount Li Sword Sect.

”So that’s it.” Zhou Ziheng stared at Chen Changsheng and said resentfully, ”Or else how could you surpass cultivation levels and defeat me!”

Chen Changsheng shook his head at these words. ”No, by my knowledge, there are at least five other people who could defeat you while in Ethereal Opening.”

Zhou Ziheng looked into his eyes and knew that this was not a lie. His sense of defeat grew even worse and his expression became as vacant as a fool's.

Chen Changsheng paid him no more attention. Turning around, he walked back to the Orthodox Academy's gate.

Seeing his back, many cries arose from the crowd. Some of them were asking him to say something while others were asking him to directly give the names of those five people. All currently on the street had come to see the excitement, so excitement was naturally what they loved the most. Upon hearing the final exchange between Chen Changsheng and Zhou Ziheng, it was a matter of course that they would thirst to know just which Ethereal Opening geniuses in Chen Changsheng's eyes could perform a similar feat, surpassing cultivation levels and defeating a Star Condensation expert.

Chen Changsheng did not answer their cries. Under the guard of the Li Palace priests, he passed through the crowd and returned to the Orthodox Academy's gate.

A carriage was already at the ready in front of the gate, Xuanyuan Po at the reins.

The carriage made its way through Hundred Flowers Lane and passed through the crowd, arriving on the street.

The crowd gazed at the carriage with great interest. The Orthodox Academy had just obtained victory in its first battle, but now they were going out? Where did they want to go?

The Orthodox Academy's carriage traveled along the street, but when it passed by the awning, it came to an abrupt halt.

The curtain of the carriage window was opened, revealing Tang Thirty-Six's face. This immediately attracted the cheerful cries of quite a few young ladies.

Tang Thirty-Six flashed a smile at those girls, then shifted his gaze to those people under the awning. ”Yesterday you used six hours to set up this old awning. What a waste of time.”

The awning had been erected to watch a show, but the time it took for this show to run its course had been much less than the time it had taken to erect this awning.

It was very ridiculous.

Tang Thirty-Six did not like these people that had come to watch this show, so he had made Xuanyuan Po deliberately stop the carriage here so he could laugh at them.

The many powerful figures under the awning had rather unsightly complexions, but the stewards of the Four Great Markets were unmoved.

Tang Thirty-Six drew the curtain back down and then gazed at the dagger at Chen Changsheng's waist. ”Stainless, this name's not bad.”

Back then at the Plum Garden Inn, he had wanted to take a look at this sword but he had been stopped by Chen Changsheng. He had always been rather upset by this.

Today, he finally roughly understood the reason.

Chen Changsheng was rather unsure about his naming skill, so asked, ”Is it really not bad?”

Tang Thirty-Six answered, ”The sword is like the person. It's really not bad.”

Chen Changsheng gave a faint smile and was prepared to say a joke, like how the person was like this sword.

Although easily beating Zhou Ziheng was within his expectations, to finally conclude this matter was worthy of being happy over and he was very happy at the moment.

Just at this moment, his gaze fell over a gap in the curtain that had been raised up by the wind, and onto a certain place in the crowd on the side of the street.

A man stood there, his posture abnormally tall and straight. His expression was tranquil and indifferent, but his temples still had a few grains of dust, as if he had just ended an extremely long journey.

Chen Changsheng did not know who this person was. He just felt like this person was similar to the longsword at the man's side: extremely calm and extremely dangerous.