Unparalleled After Ten Sweepstakes in a Row

The Fierce Holy Sword

"Is he a disciple who came here to choose a sword?" Murong Xuan muttered as he looked at Chu Kuangren.

For some unknown reason, he felt that this person was the reason behind the strange movements of the holy sword.

Add the other party's extraordinarily refined aura on top of that and he couldn't help but glance at the other party the other time with a hint of dignity and curiosity in his eyes.

Chu Kuangren was already within the domain of the holy sword and sword intent enveloped him.

However, what was interesting was that this sword intent did not bother him in the slightest. Instead, it was akin to the spring breeze gently sweeping across his face.

Chu Kuangren approached the holy sword step by step.

Soon, he was close to his goal.

Murong Xuan couldn't help but stare with his eyes wide open as he held the Crimson Drill.

What the hell is going on?

It was exhausting for him to cross that sword intent domain, but the person before his eyes did so easily as if he was taking a leisurely walk. The difference between them is too big!

Murong Xuan looked at the other remaining holy swords.

He realized that the vibration of this holy sword had increased.

They showed signs of excitement as if they had human emotions

Damnit damnit!

Did this sword intentionally make it easy!?

This absurd thought suddenly appeared in Murong Xuan's mind.

The holy swords had been in Sword Mountain for many years and the cultivators who came here wanted to earn their recognition were too many to count. However, he had never seen a holy sword weaken the pressure of their sword intent in the slightest. They treated all cultivators equally.

Yet they paved the way for Chu Kuangren!

"This can't be true, can it?"

Murong Xuan gulped down his saliva as a feeling of disbelief surfaced within him.

The other daoists in the area were also dumbfounded.

"I heard this fellow has the Beautiful Nine-Holes Sword Heart, the Supreme Daoist Physique. When he woke up, all the swords in Sword Mountain went to prostrate to him. I didn't believe this rumor at first but it seems very likely that it's true."

"F* ck, how is this Beautiful Nine Holes Sword Heart mastered?"

"The Supreme Daoist Physique is truly extraordinary."

......

Chu Kuangren crossed the sword intent region that spanned 1000 feet easily. He glanced at Murong Xuan first, narrowing his eyes slightly.

To be fair, he did have some small sun on his head.

He gave a slight nod to the other party, "Hello, Young Martial Brother."

Martial Brother Y-young???

Murong Xuan was slightly stunned by the words.

He was an outstanding Daoist and ranked second only to the Elder and Sect Master in the Black Heaven Sect. No one had ever called him Young Martial Brother before.

"Do you know who I am?"

Murong Xuan's expression was slightly dark.

"Yes, Daoist Murong Xuan."

Chu Kuangren nodded. He had seen it a few times before, but Murong Xuan hadn't noticed an outer sect disciple like him at that time.

"How dare you call me that?!"

“That's because I am the new Prime Disciple, Chu Kuangren. You should call me Senior Martial Brother.” Chu Kuangren said indifferently.

It seemed like they had sensed Chu Kuangren's gaze. The holy sword flew itself from the limestone and arrived at his side.

Murong Xuan looked at the other remaining holy swords.

He realized that the vibration of this holy sword had increased.

They showed signs of excitement as if they had human emotions

Damnit damnit!

Did this sword intentionally make it easy!?

This absurd thought suddenly appeared in Murong Xuan's mind.

The holy swords had been in Sword Mountain for many years and the cultivators who came here wanted to earn their recognition were too many to count. However, he had never seen a holy sword weaken the pressure of their sword intent in the slightest. They treated all cultivators equally.

Yet they paved the way for Chu Kuangren!

"This can't be true, can it?"

Murong Xuan gulped down his saliva as a feeling of disbelief surfaced within him.

The other daoists in the area were also dumbfounded.

"I heard this fellow has the Beautiful Nine-Holes Sword Heart, the Supreme Daoist Physique. When he woke up, all the swords in Sword Mountain went to prostrate to him. I didn't believe this rumor at first but it seems very likely that it's true."

"F* ck, how is this Beautiful Nine Holes Sword Heart mastered?"

"The Supreme Daoist Physique is truly extraordinary."

......

Chu Kuangren crossed the sword intent region that spanned 1000 feet easily. He glanced at Murong Xuan first, narrowing his eyes slightly.

To be fair, he did have some small sun on his head.

He gave a slight nod to the other party, "Hello, Young Martial Brother."

Martial Brother Y-young???

Murong Xuan was slightly stunned by the words.

He was an outstanding Daoist and ranked second only to the Elder and Sect Master in the Black Heaven Sect. No one had ever called him Young Martial Brother before.

"Do you know who I am?"

Murong Xuan's expression was slightly dark.

"Yes, Daoist Murong Xuan."

Chu Kuangren nodded. He had seen it a few times before, but Murong Xuan hadn't noticed an outer sect disciple like him at that time.

"How dare you call me that?!"

“That's because I am the new Prime Disciple, Chu Kuangren. You should call me Senior Martial Brother.” Chu Kuangren said indifferently.

It seemed like they had sensed Chu Kuangren's gaze. The holy sword flew itself from the limestone and arrived at his side.

Even the Crimson Drill Sword, which Murong Xuan had obtained with great difficulty, trembled for a moment. It fought free from Murong Xuan's hands and flew towards Chu Kuangren.

The nine holy swords floated around Chu Kuangren and flourished with a brilliant sword light. It was an extremely incredible sight as streams of runes flowed one after another.

"How is it possible?!"

There was an expression of disbelief on Murong Xuan's face.

He made this holy sword surrender to him with much difficulty. He only held it for a while before it became warm, yet vigorously ran to curry favor with others?

That's right, the feeling that this holy sword gave Murong Xuan was that they were sucking in and hoping to get Chu Kuangren's attention.

If this holy sword could speak...

They would definitely shout 'choose me' and 'please pick me' right now.

The Daoists in the sky looked dumbfounded as well.

"It's really unbelievable."

"Is this the holy sword we know?"

"F* ck, is the holy sword also materialistic?"

Based on what they realized, the holy sword was inviolable and untouched. They gave everyone a cold demeanor, even if it was the Sect Master of the Black Heaven Sect. However, they were all besieging Chu Kuangren right now as if they were peacocks looking for their mates; they were showing off their beauty and brilliance with all their might ...

Murong Xuan had a puzzled expression on his face, but he was clearly dissatisfied.

F* ck, he's so handsome!

He put in great effort to cultivate and only managed to move the holy sword, Crimson Drill with much difficulty. Yet when it saw Chu Kuangren now, it dashed towards him in the blink of an eye to ask for his help.

It was as if all his hard work was a joke.

A person easily gets something he or she worked so hard to pursue.

When he thought about this, Daoist Murong Xuan's heart almost led to apostasy.

He was not the only one, the other Daoists in the air did not feel any better either.

However, Chu Kuangren did not plan to pay attention to how the other Daoists were currently feeling. He looked at the nine swords and had a somewhat confused expression on his face.

'Which one should I choose?'

'They all?'

It was just a joke, his master would beat him to death if he did.

After all, he was not greedy either.

Chu Kuangren was confused.

Little did he know that the look of confusion on his face was another attack to the Daoist in their eyes.

This is a holy sword! Most cultivators in the world might have never seen them before, yet this man was spoilt for choice?

"Really, comparison only pisses people off." 

Losing words or actions, the Daoist could only laugh at himself.

A few moments later.

Chu Kuangren directed his gaze at the holy sword that was entirely clad in white light. It was sparkling and translucent with intricate decorative designs carved on it.

The white holy sword became even more excited as if it sensed that Chu Kuangren was looking at it. Countless runes manifested themselves and brilliant lights circulated around his body.

The other holy swords continued to release their sword intent as if they were becoming anxious.

They even wanted to join forces to suppress the holy sword like white jade.

It was as if they wanted to use this opportunity to show how powerful they were.

However, Chu Kuangren's gaze was still attached to that white holy sword. He reached out his hand and resonated with that white holy sword. "come."

Whooshing sound...

The white holy sword flew into Chu Kuangren's palm in an instant. It put away its own sword intent obediently like an obedient child for fear that it would harm Chu Kuangren in the slightest.

Chu Kuangren gently stroked the white holy sword blade with his finger. The blade was extremely soft, as if it was carved from white jade.

This was a beautiful sword; it was so incredible that it could be considered a holy ornament.

However, Chu Kuangren could sense the boundless sharp sword intent contained within this sword. It was as if his strength could tear apart the earth itself.

Two small words were carved on the end of his blade.

"First Descendants ..." Chu Kuangren read it and the Sacred Sword, the Descendant Self trembled twice as well as if it was responding to it.

Chu Kuangren smiled. "You're the only one."

As soon as he said those words, the remaining holy swords unleashed a constant stream of sword intent as if they wanted to make Chu Kuangren change his mind.

However, Chu Kuangren had already chosen Descendant Self. Some of these holy swords were almost the same in terms of strength but the Descendants of the Self were the most interesting. Which one would he choose if not for the one he was holding at the moment?

"Well, I'll be back!"

Chu Kuangren looked at the other holy swords and waved his hand towards them.

The other holy swords were powerless even if they were unwilling to accept their fate, considering he had already made up his mind. Therefore, they had no other choice but to sulk as they returned to the limestone.

On the other hand, the Crimson Drill returned to Murong Xuan's hands once more.

However, at this moment, Murong Xuan didn't seem too pleased.

He felt like he was picking up someone else's trash.

Crimson Drill was only his because Chu Kuangren did not want it

This kind of feeling made him feel very unpleasant and he was very pouting.

"You are the new Prime Disciple, Chu Kuangren," Murong Xuan said as he gripped the Crimson Drill tightly.

"Yes, it's me."

"Alright, I heard that the new Main Disciple has the Supreme Daoist Physique. Allow me to learn from your prowess!" Murong Xuan said weakly.

Those words made a cramp in his heart. He felt unbearable if he did not take it out, but he also wanted to see what strength Chu Kuangren possessed