Chapter 928 – The Last Lesson (1/2)

Chapter 928 – The Last Lesson

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The sword intents were quiet but no less intimidating. Even using one's spiritual sense to perceive them could harm the sea of consciousness.

A stone had been shaken loose by the battle of swords and now dropped from above. However, it failed to reach the ground, as it was chopped into countless pieces by the invisible sword intents, its final form a fine sand that was blown into the valley by the wind, leaving behind no trace.

Chen Changsheng watched this sight and fell into a long period of silence.

And then he lowered his head and thought for a very long time.

He was recalling the scenes when Su Li taught him the sword in the wilderness and a few things that happened afterward.

Before Su Li left for the Sacred Light Continent with the Holy Maiden, he left several letters for the world.

One letter had severed the Longevity Sect's last bit of daring while another had cut off Zhu Luo's arm.

These letters were naturally most precious and terrifying objects.

Chen Changsheng had been given two letters.

From this act, one could see that Su Li truly did value him, even regarding him as the disciple that would take up his legacy.

These two letters had saved Chen Changsheng's life twice while also greatly advancing his cultivation in the sword.

Right now, this path was full of sword intent, waiting to be stimulated, the sharpest existences in the world, able to cut apart all things.

This made him recall the scene when he opened Su Li's letter in the Orthodox Academy's kitchen.

At the time, he stood amidst the sword intents, not even daring to move.

Now, he still could not move.

Could he only walk this far?

Chen Changsheng suddenly remembered that before Su Li left, he had also left a letter for Qiushan Jun.

But Qiushan Jun had not wanted it.

Perhaps this was the discrepancy between him and Qiushan Jun?

When Su Li was teaching him the sword, Su Li had said that he wasn't bad, with only a little gap between him and Qiushan.

When parting at Xunyang City, Wang Po had also told him that he was rather good, but still just a little less than Qiushan.

From Xining to the capital, he had heard similar words many times.

At the start, in the conversations of others, the disparity between him and Qiushan Jun was as vast as the one between the heavens and the earth. Gradually, this gap began to shrink, but even now, when he was Pope and Qiushan Jun was still an ordinary disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect that had hidden away for five years, there was still no one that would say that he had surpassed Qiushan Jun.

Chen Changsheng gazed at those unseeable sword intents as if he was gazing at Su Li himself. ”I still want to try.”

He wanted to try and see if he could take one more step, or even walk out of this path.

He wanted to try and prove to Su Li that the choice to teach him the sword was the right one.

He wanted to try and prove to the world that perhaps he might not be stronger than Qiushan Jun, but he was not lacking, at least in some aspects.

His mind was set, his aura calm.

His mind was clear and bright, like a sword that had been washed by water for countless years.

Innumerable swords silently emerged from his sheath, countless fish leaping from the water, seeking to become dragons.

Innumerable sword glows illuminated the gloomy passage, snatching away the luster of the world as they cleaved at those invincible sword intents.

The crisp cries of swords suddenly burst out, gradually forming into a line, the line that divided the sea from the sky. And then they suddenly fell silent.

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