Chapter 707: Chapter 709 The Sword Fighting Convention Begins!
Master Xianzhu was in a daze.
“Disciple, I am your master,
if you cannot show your prowess at the Sword Tournament, you will truly lose your master,” she added.
Yang Yan nodded.
“I understand. This is a good thing, you should be happy.”
Master Xianzhu felt a line of frustration.
*How could she be happy losing a genius disciple?*
Once Yang Yan left, Bamboo Sword Peak in this generation would have no prospects.
The future would be under the suppression of the other four peaks, always remaining at the bottom.
*Her disciple would lose face, and she, as the master, would have the lowest status, losing all dignity.*
“Good disciple, your master has been so good to you, how can you say losing your master is a good thing?
You should value your master, protect your master,” she advised.
“Please stop bothering me in the future. Perhaps at the Sword Tournament,
I will make a move and stand out.
If you keep bothering me every day, having to control everything I do,
replace me if you wish, I have no objection,” Yang Yan said flatly.
If this place didn’t keep him, there would be other places that needed him.
Losing Master Xianzhu as a master, there would always be a place for him.
At least he wouldn’t be stopped from doing things before even starting, delaying his serious matters.
“Fine, I promise you,
from now on, I will not interfere or stop whatever you do.
Of course, the premise is that what you do is not dangerous,
otherwise, I really can’t be at ease with you!” Master Xianzhu said earnestly.
“Disciple, your master cares about you and wants the best for you.”
Yang Yan raised his hand.
“No, I don’t like others being too nice to me. Just do your own duties well.”
Master Xianzhu opened her mouth, wanting to say something but didn’t.
*She was a dignified Saint!*
*Caring for her own disciple, logically, the disciple should be happy, feel valued, and at ease, joyful.*
*How did it come to this?!*
*But she was helpless, given the decline of talent at Bamboo Sword Peak.*
“I promise you!”
“Well, since the master has agreed,
then leave. Disciple needs to cultivate well.” Yang Yan finished speaking and gazed at the bamboo forest, his eyes deep.
Master Xianzhu wanted to ask if Yang Yan had any confidence in standing out at the Sword Tournament.
But she thought if Yang Yan couldn’t do it, asking would be pointless.
“Alas, why did I accept such a disobedient disciple!”
*Her own disciple was somewhat rebellious!*
She turned back and left Yang Yan’s residence.
Arriving at her bamboo pavilion, she sat down to prepare for cultivation.
But thinking about the Sword Tournament, if Yang Yan couldn’t amaze the crowd, she would lose this excellent disciple.
*Her mind felt slightly restless and uneasy.*
“Master!” a female voice came from outside.
Master Xianzhu spoke.
“Come in.”
A female cultivator pushed open the door and bowed in salute to Master Xianzhu.
“Greetings, Master, may you have eternal peace!”
She was very respectful towards Master Xianzhu.
If Yang Yan were here, he would recognize her.
She was the female cultivator who had been by Zhao Yang’s side that day, informing Master Xianzhu about a genius cultivator like Yang Yan.
“Very well, rise.” Master Xianzhu said calmly.
“Thank you, Master.” The female cultivator stood up. “Master, how is that junior brother with the Innate Sword Bone?”
She curiously inquired.
Master Xianzhu sighed.
“Exceptional talent, but unfortunately too disobedient.”
Disobedient?
“Master, how is he disobedient?” the female cultivator asked, surprised.
*Her master was a Saint!*
*All her master’s disciples were courteous and respectful towards her.*
*Who would dare to be disobedient?!*
Master Xianzhu informed her about Yang Yan, and the female cultivator was taken aback.
“This junior brother has quite the temper and character!” she remarked.
In her position, she would never dare speak to Master Xianzhu like that.
“Indeed, perhaps that’s the pride of a genius,” Master Xianzhu said, somewhat wistfully.
“Master, should I talk to junior brother?”
“No need, your junior dislikes being disturbed,
if you annoy him, he might not participate in the Sword Tournament,
then he will leave Bamboo Sword Peak and join another peak.” Master Xianzhu quickly stopped her.
She had just reached an understanding with Yang Yan and couldn’t afford more trouble.
If not, she would have to placate Yang Yan again, which was too exhausting!
“Okay,” the female cultivator replied.
“Hmm, why have you come here? Is it because of Zhao Yang?” Master Xianzhu asked.
“Yes, Master, Senior Brother Zhao Yang helped us find this genius junior brother, and the agreement with you has been fulfilled.
So, he sent me to retrieve the items you exchanged with him,” the female cultivator said.
Zhao Yang didn’t assist Master Xianzhu in accepting disciples without something in return; it was an exchange.
Otherwise, with Zhao Yang as a disciple of another peak and a newly risen genius capable of Ascension, he had no reason to meddle in this matter.
“I understand.” Master Xianzhu waved her hand.
A beam of white light landed in the female cultivator’s hand.
“Deliver it to Zhao Yang, and tell him that if he can bring me more new disciples, I will still provide him with Royal Demon Beast Blood to help him break through cultivation!” she said slowly.
The female cultivator stored the white light.
“Master, I’m afraid it will be difficult for Senior Brother Zhao Yang to help you in the future.
He no longer qualifies to open the stone wall,” she said with a bitter expression.
“Because of the Sect Master or his master?”
“Both!”
“Dismissed.”
“Yes, Master.” The female cultivator bowed and left, closing the door.
Master Xianzhu sat cross-legged with a very displeased expression.
She understood that Zhao Yang could not open the stone wall again
because he had concealed Yang Yan’s Root Bone, speaking well for Bamboo Sword Peak, and brought Yang Yan with the Innate Sword Bone.
This violated sect rules, resulting in his qualification being revoked by the Sect Master and Peak Master.
“It seems that collecting disciples in the future will require another approach.
But if my disciple Xuan Yuan can impress everyone at the Sword Tournament,
letting everyone see the brilliance of my teachings, perhaps it will attract more disciples to Bamboo Sword Peak.
Just…”
Thinking of Yang Yan’s lack of interest, she had no confidence in her heart.
*”He might not even do it!” Master Xianzhu felt powerless.*
*Though her disciple’s talent was extraordinary, capable of impressing everyone,*
*his indifferent attitude left her at a loss.*
*”Other geniuses are eager to show all cultivators their strength and talent, but he is so low-key.*
*Disciple, you truly baffle your master!”* Master Xianzhu closed her eyes, barely able to meditate and cultivate.
Three days passed in a blink.
Bang, bang, bang!
The sound of drums echoed throughout the Wuyang Sword Sect, pulling Master Xianzhu from her cultivation.
“The Sword Tournament is starting, and I don’t know how far my disciple has cultivated the Wuyang Sky Splitting Sword Technique.
I hope he has mastered one or two moves!”
She moved to stand in front of Yang Yan’s bamboo hut.
Yang Yan was watering the bamboo, looking quite relaxed.
“Disciple, how has your cultivation been lately?” Master Xianzhu asked with a smile.
Yang Yan held the watering can, puzzled.
“Cultivation of what?”