Cultivation Begins with Skill Points - Chapter 508 - 509: If You Don’t Cultivate, You See Me Like a Frog in a Well Watching the Moon in the Sky

Chapter 508: Chapter 509: If You Don’t Cultivate, You See Me Like a Frog in a Well Watching the Moon in the Sky

“Master!”

Xi Xuan’s hand heavily slapped Zhong Lin’s shoulder, unable to hide his inner joy.

“Good, good, good. As expected of my disciple, the Sixth Saint Heir. From now on, your name will spread throughout the entire Eastern Desolate.”

Upon sensing Zhong Lin’s cultivation at the Sixth Layer Heaven of the Life and Death Realm, Xi Xuan’s smile grew even wider.

After speaking, he turned his head and started mocking the Void King: “You old thing, talking bad about me again, aren’t you?”

“Haha! Does your bad reputation even need mentioning? If it weren’t for your tricks back then, how would Zhong Lin have become your disciple?” the Void King retorted disdainfully.

Upon hearing this, Xi Xuan wasn’t angry, but rather full of smugness.

“This is called quick hands get the prize; slow hands get nothing. I have the sharp eyes to recognize talent, unlike you guys who dawdle with all your tests. By the time you’re done, the opportunity is long gone. Besides, don’t use your dull brains to judge my disciple’s aptitude. What do you mean he should only practice one martial art? Zhong Lin is innately talented, capable of mastering any martial arts instantly. He’d best learn all Eight Great Martial Arts, innovate and integrate them all.”

Others might not know about Zhong Lin’s “aptitude,” but he certainly did. Zhong Lin had practically emptied the entire Scripture Pavilion of the Sword Pavilion; his aptitude was simply heaven-defying.

Zhong Lin, though silent, gave a big thumbs-up to his master in his heart.

Ignoring the Void King, whose face had already turned black, Xi Xuan pulled Zhong Lin by the arm and strode toward the Heavenly Sword Palace.

“Come along, good disciple. Don’t mind this old thief who just loves coveting others’ possessions daily. When young, he coveted the Ice Emperor; now he’s starting to covet you. Truly, an old scoundrel never dies.”

Wow!

Zhong Lin felt like he had just eaten a juicy bit of gossip, glanced at the Void King teetering on the edge of a fury, quickly bowed his head, and hurried to follow, fearing an unforeseen calamity.

“Xi… Xuan…”

The angry voice sounded, but the two had just stepped into the Heavenly Sword Palace and chose to ignore it completely.

Xi Xuan glanced back, laughing heartily, resembling a sly old fox that had just stolen a chicken.

At this moment, Zhong Lin finally understood why the Second Brother was so lively and the First Brother so reserved; the root cause was right here.

Xi Xuan quickly reined in his laughter, assuming the demeanor of an elder in front of his own disciple.

“Alright, that bothersome old thing is finally gone. Soon, you’ll come with me to meet the Supreme Leader. As for selecting martial arts, that’s entirely up to you, but mastering any one of the Eight Great Martial Arts will let you stand proudly among peers. You’ve already felt the mystery of ’Heart Space Reflecting God,’ and the others are no less formidable.”

“Disciple has decided, I’ll choose the Unification Sword Skill,” Zhong Lin said.

Xi Xuan pondered briefly, nodded, and said, “That’s good. Though not a pure Sword Cultivator, you oddly manage to comprehend Sword Intent to such a high realm. Unification Sword Skill involves merging one’s Sword Dao and will into the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, achieving resonance between every gesture and the universe, manifesting Human Sword Unity and Unity of Heaven and Man, where everything becomes a sword, and there’s nothing that cannot be cut. This martial art indeed suits you.”

While speaking, the two arrived deep within the palace, looking up to see a massive, unfamiliar character towering like a sky-reaching pillar at the center of the hall.

Though unknown to Zhong Lin, a mere glance revealed it to be the character for “Sword.”

An invisible pressure loomed over his heart, making Zhong Lin’s heart skip a beat.

“Let’s go!”

Step by step up the stairs, Zhong Lin calmed his mind, maintaining a composed and respectful demeanor.

Upon entering the grand hall, the first to catch his eye was the Supreme Leader, Sword Emperor Feng Sihan, whom he had briefly encountered before.

With a face as elegant as jade, eyes bright as the stars, and sharply defined features akin to a sculpture, a few strands of black hair swayed in the breeze, adding to his unrestrained charisma.

A straight, wind-like nose, lips lightly pressed into a vague smile that exuded a carefree charm, clad in a snow-white robe, bearing a graceful bearing much like an earthly immortal appearing in the mortal realm.

Devoid of any severe aura expected from a top-tier expert in the Qingyuan World, he instead exuded the warmth of a mortal scholar, evoking a sense of closeness in others.

Zhong Lin dared not slacken, quickly bowing in respect: “Disciple Zhong Lin, greets the Supreme Leader.”

His expression more devout, allowing no room for any impudence.

The Supreme Leader scrutinized Zhong Lin briefly, his voice exceedingly kind, “Having passed the Golden Tablet’s heart test, you surely aren’t hollow. Now as the Sixth Saint Heir of Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, focus on your cultivation and don’t tarnish the sacred land’s prestige.”

“Yes, disciple dares not forget.”

The Supreme Leader nodded, flicked his finger, sending a streak of light into Zhong Lin’s forehead.

“Go!”

“Disciple takes leave.”

Just a few words, and then he exited the grand hall, with Master Xi Xuan silently following by his side.

Only after leaving the palace did Zhong Lin exhale deeply, casting a reverent look at the now tightly shut door behind him.

“Master, the Supreme Leader seemed so gentle, yet why did he make me feel so apprehensive?” Zhong Lin inquired softly.

Xi Xuan shot Zhong Lin a glance and said, “That’s because your cultivation is too low. If you reach my level of cultivation, it won’t be mere apprehension but an ant facing a dragon.”

Zhong Lin raised an eyebrow.

Understood.

Without cultivation, you see me like a frog in a well.

With cultivation, you see me like a speck to the sky.

The higher one’s cultivation, the more terrifying the power of an Imperial Realm expert feels.

“Master, what makes an Imperial Realm expert different?”

“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand. Just know that the next transformation of your Domain is the key to advancing to the Imperial Realm. We’ll talk when you break through the King Realm!”

“Oh!”

“Let’s move! Your Second Brother from Saint Son Peak has already chosen for you. I’ll show you.”

Zhong Lin’s eyes immediately brightened, hearing this with delight, and instinctively asked, “Why so fast?”

Previously an Inner Sect Disciple, he wasn’t eligible for a True Inheritor Peak. Yet now, having passed the Saint Realm test and risen directly to Saint Heir, aside from choosing any of the Eight Great Martial Arts, he was also entitled to a mountain peak as his foundation.

Moreover, it had to be larger and grander than a regular True Disciple’s True Inheritor Peak, as he was now the Sixth Saint Heir, representing the sect’s face.

“Haha, as the Sect Leader declared, Heavenly Sword Sacred Land should have Nine Saint Heirs, known as the Nine Sons of Heavenly Sword. The nine Saint Heir Peaks have been built long ago, just awaiting their rightful owners,” Xi Xuan said with a smile.

The two flew side by side for several hundred li, crossing many mountain peaks, eventually spotting a towering peak rising from the ground, its grandeur like a sword. Five palaces stood atop, resplendent with gold, fresh and new pavilions and towers.

This sight filled Zhong Lin’s heart with joy, making him exclaim, “Marvelous! To establish such palaces atop this peak among the secular world, countless people would have to labor for decades; Martial Arts indeed is extraordinary.”