Chapter 18 (1/2)

Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon

Mirror Lake Meng Manor.

Meng Chuan cultivated the Falling Leaf Saber on the training grounds. His entire body was like a gust of wind amidst flas.h.i.+ng saber beams. He completed an entire set in the blink of an eye. He walked to the stone bench and sat down, lost in thought.

He recalled his conversation with Dean Ge Yu yesterday.

“Dean, after I figured out the secret technique, my Falling Leaf Saber reached a perfected state. There’s no more room for improvement. How should I continue my cultivation to figure out Saber Force?”

“Meng Chuan, the more you cultivate saber arts, the more you will have to rely on yourself. What I can teach you is limited,” Ge Yu said with a smile as he drank his alcohol. “I can only tell you how I figured out Force. Back when I was on the battlefield in Qinyang Pa.s.s, I faced demons in life-and-death battles. I began to find my saber arts rather burdensome, so I gradually modified my saber arts.”

“I used whatever killed demons the easiest. After my military service, I requested to remain at Qinyang Pa.s.s and spent twelve years there. One day, my self-created saber arts reached perfection, and I figured out Saber Force,” said Ge Yu.

“A self-created saber art?” Meng Chuan was astonished.

“That’s right.” Ge Yu smiled as he drank his alcohol. “Once you cultivate a top-notch saber art to perfection, you will be able to comprehend the secret technique and reach the Unity realm. You will be able to figure out Saber Force if you create a top-notch technique you can call your own.”

“Dean, what kind of saber art did you create? Can I have a look?” Meng Chuan asked curiously.

“Haha, feast your eyes.” At the time, the half-drunk Ge Yu grew excited as he began to showcase his saber art.

His saber arts were more sinister, more bizarre, and even more ferocious.

Ge Yu was thin, but he had a long saber. He was like a mandrel brandis.h.i.+ng its saber. Saber flashes surrounded him as if every part of his body could produce saber flashes. The courtyard became much colder; countless leaves tore apart and fluttered under the saber beam. Meng Chuan felt his heart chill when seeing the sinister and bizarre saber art.

This was just a demonstration—one that didn’t involve killing enemies with all his might. It was probably ten times more powerful when it came to killing enemies.

This was Eastcalm Prefecture’s swiftest saber.

“This saber art isn’t suitable for you.” Ge Yu swung his saber and stabbed it into the scabbard hanging by his side. He smiled and said, “This is the most suitable saber art for me. I’m small-sized and skinny, but my arms are quite long. This saber art is suitable for my build. For ordinary people like you, it’s best to cultivate the Falling Leaf Saber. The Falling Leaf Saber was created by a G.o.dfiend from Archean Mountain, so it’s the most suitable to build a foundation with.”

“The Mirror Lake Dao Academy doesn’t have much left to teach you since you’ve perfected the Falling Leaf Saber. You’ll need to rely on yourself,” said Ge Yu with a smile. “As a dean, I don’t have any other extravagant wishes. I just want to produce a Archean Mountain G.o.dfiend in my life. Haha, then I—Ge Yu—will be able to brag for the rest of my life.”

…

Meng Chuan contemplated as he recalled the conversation.

“Chuan’er.” Meng Dajiang came to the training grounds.

“Dad.” Meng Chuan stood up.

“Come, follow me to the ancestral mansion to meet your grandaunt,” Meng Dajiang said.

Meng Chuan jolted. “Grandaunt… Dad, are you referring to…?”

“Yes, the Fairy,” said Meng Dajiang softly.

Meng Chuan’s eyes lit up. This was the Meng family’s pride and joy—a pillar of support for the Meng family! The second G.o.dfiend in the Meng family’s history!

“Dad, let’s go!” Meng Chuan was extremely excited and couldn’t wait to see his grandaunt.

…

In the ancestral mansion, Fairy Meng’s residence looked ordinary. All it did was take up an area that was slightly larger than other ordinary yards in the ancestral mansion.

“Follow me in.” Meng Dajiang led Meng Chuan into the courtyard carefully, not daring to make any loud noises.

In the courtyard, an old woman with her walking stick was watching a peach tree blossom. She carefully looked at the flowers that had just bloomed.

Meng Chuan carefully observed.

The old woman was very quiet when she observed the peach blossoms, as though she had become one with the world. If one closed their eyes, one wouldn’t be able to sense the old lady’s existence. Meng Chuan understood that this old lady was likely Fairy Meng—his grandaunt.

“You’re here?” Fairy Meng turned her head and smiled at the father and son duo.