Chapter 295 - Under One Person and Above Ten Thousand (1/2)

Everyone else agreed with Lin Changge’s request for Meng Tianlang to be a sword slave.

Compared to Zhou Xuanji, the Ten Thousand Year Prince did not seem as powerful as the legends suggested.

“Being a sword slave is fine too. From what I’ve heard, the Sword Emperor personally guides sword slaves as well and treats them no differently than disciples; the only difference is the title,” Han Daozi said as he smiled and stroked his beard. His gaze towards Zhou Xuanji contained a trace of curiosity.

In actuality, he had always felt quite mystified about Zhou Xuanji’s talent.

Before discovering Meng Tianlang, he had thought that Zhou Xuanji was the Ten Thousand Year Prince.

Even if this was not the case, he should be the Child of Fate.

Otherwise, how could he be so heaven-defying?

“I should have been a sword slave regardless; I don’t dare to have excessive expectations to become a disciple,” Meng Tianlang said earnestly. Back then when he had lost to Zhou Xuanji, he had said he would become a sword slave. With his personality, how could he be thick-faced and ask to be a disciple?

Zhou Xuanji nodded and said, “From today onwards, you can stay at Skyfall.”

He looked at Han Daozi and asked, “What about you? Would you like to stay and be an elder of the sect?”

Han Daozi was a Great Tribulation Scattered Immortal and had gifted him the Ten Thousand Year Prince, so he naturally wanted to rope him in.

Hearing this, Han Daozi did not try to hide it as he glanced at Xian Xianghua and smiled as he said, “Thank you for your good intentions, Sword Emperor. However, I’ve cultivated my entire life and have some aspirations. I want to do some things for the human race. Recently, Yang Di wants to establish a Great Fate Empire and I want to investigate it, so I won’t stay and waste any of your resources and spirit qi.

“Of course, when the Sword Emperor establishes the sect, I will definitely come. If the sect has any difficulties and requires my help, please do not hesitate to ask me.”

After saying this, he got up and cupped his fists before turning and flying over the horizon, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Chongming Demon Monarch muttered, “Sounds nice but he didn’t even leave a way to contact him; in the future, we won’t even be able to find him to ask for help.”

Meng Tianlang looked quite awkward and did not know what to say.

He also felt quite confused as to why his ancestor came and went so hurriedly.

Daoya Old Man loudly laughed and said, “Of course it’s because of Sect Lord Xian. Back then, she was filled with demonic might and almost killed him.”

Everyone looked at Xian Xianghua, who looked quite calm.

Xian Xianghua looked at Meng Tianlang and asked, “What’s your talent in the Way of Sword like?”

Zhou Xuanji was only proficient in the Way of the Sword, and other techniques could only be taught by Daoya Old Man.

Meng Tianlang scratched his head and said, “It’s alright. Everyone in the Great Zhou army trains with the sword, but I’m not as good as pure sword cultivators.”

Just because he did not usually use a sword did not mean he did not like using swords or was not suited to. It was just that the Way of the Sword had gone into decline.

After Zhou Xuanji had risen up, there were more and more sword cultivators in the various Empires, especially Great Zhou. Almost all young cultivators trained with the sword now.

When Zhou Xuanji rose to number one in the world, perhaps he would lead the world to a golden age for the Way of the Sword.

“Have a good rest, I’ll personally teach you tomorrow and see if you’re suited to using a sword,” Zhou Xuanji said as he nodded. He then had Xiao Jinghong settle him down at the place where second generation disciples lived.

This would give the good friends some time to interact alone.

After the two of them left, Xian Xianghua said in surprise, “Who would have thought that the Ten Thousand Year Prince was someone else. However, awakening him will take quite some time and effort.”

Lin Changge said disdainfully, “What Ten Thousand Year Prince? In terms of the sword, his talent is far inferior to mine!”

The Ten Thousand Year Prince’s appearance made him feel a strange sense of threat.

It was not just him, Ning Zifeng felt this too.

Their guesses before had been correct—in the future, more and more geniuses would appear and shake their positions.

Zhou Xuanji shook his head and smiled, but he did not say anything about their insecurities.