Chapter 440: The Sword Dao Academy’s Invitation
“Uncle Ku, you overpraise me. We merely exchanged a few moves.”
Xiao Chen did not act arrogantly because of his victory; instead, he spoke with a warm and pleasant smile.
Everyone in the Sword Dao Academy had been completely convinced by him.
“Holy Son Xiao, your sword dao is unparalleled—worthy indeed of the title Invincible Sword.”
The dean turned his gaze to all those present. “I’ve told you all before, there is always someone stronger, a sky beyond the sky. Do you believe me now?”
On ordinary days, these words would have drawn dismissive looks.
In their view, even among the geniuses of the Xuantian Sword Sect, only one or two true prodigies could surpass them.
But Xiao Chen had completely overturned their perception. To comprehend the Dao truth of Sword Dao while still at the Nirvana Realm—such a thing they had never witnessed before.
Elder Ku cupped his hands. “Holy Son Xiao, if you have time, would you be willing to teach our academy’s disciples about sword cultivation?”
“Of course,” Xiao Chen replied. He had come here to exchange and refine his sword dao; discussing the sword and teaching others was also a form of cultivation.
The dean then said, “Everyone, this is not the place for conversation. Let us move to the academy hall.”
“Yes!”
The group responded in unison and joyfully made their way into the academy.
At Moonview Peak—where the Sword Dao Academy usually received honored guests—Xiao Chen and the others took their seats.
The dean then cast a barrier and addressed everyone present. “All of you, please keep today’s events regarding Holy Son Xiao confidential.”
At this, Xiao Chen showed a hint of puzzlement, glancing at the dean with curiosity.
Elder Ku cupped his hands. “Dean, are you perhaps planning to invite Holy Son Xiao to represent our academy in the Sword Debate of Mount Xiyue six months from now?”
“Exactly,” the dean replied, then turned to explain to Xiao Chen. “To be frank, every sixty years, Sword Continent holds the Sword Debate of Mount Xiyue. The faction that takes first place earns ten cultivation slots to enter the Sword Emperor Cliff for enlightenment.
Every cultivator who enters Sword Emperor Cliff undergoes transformation—many titled lords even break through to the Great Sage Realm there.
For ages, the one who always takes first place has been the Xuantian Sword Sect. Over time, they have become the undisputed leader of Sword Continent.
This time, since you are here in person, I would like to ask for your aid.”
Xiao Chen had originally been planning to ask if there were any good trial grounds in Sword Continent, but fate had already presented him with one.
Without hesitation, he agreed. “Consider it done.”
Everyone in the hall grew visibly excited.
“With Holy Son Xiao taking part, our Sword Dao Academy will surely claim the top spot!”
“Indeed! It’s time the world witnessed our academy’s strength!”
“…”
Xiao Chen remained silent, but anticipation flickered in his eyes.
Sword cultivators of Sword Continent—don’t disappoint me.
“The formal matters are settled,” the dean said cheerfully. “Let us have a grand banquet prepared. Tonight, we must share good wine with Holy Son Xiao.”
The dean smiled. “Holy Son Xiao, surely you don’t abstain from drinking?”
Xiao Chen laughed. “Drinking has always been an old tradition of my Miaomiao Mountain. Tonight, we shall not rest until we’re drunk!”
The dean laughed heartily. “Well said—until we’re drunk, we shall not part!”
…
Meanwhile, at the Giant God Academy of the Barbarian Continent, outside the teleportation array on Rising Heaven Peak.
A group of towering cultivators lay scattered across the ground.
The surrounding disciples stared at the arrogant young man before them, all furious yet not daring to speak.
This fellow was unbearably arrogant, showing not the slightest respect toward their Giant God Academy. Yet he was too strong—they simply weren’t his match.
“Holy Son Cao, it was our negligence earlier. Please forgive us,” said a bald elder with a helpless expression.
“Senior, it seems your academy’s body-refining techniques are lacking,” Cao Youqian said with a faint, mocking smile that made one’s fists itch.
“Holy Son Cao speaks truthfully. Might you be willing to share a few insights into your body-refining method?”
The dean of the Giant God Academy felt extremely displeased, but there was little he could say—after all, their Eighteen Giants Formation had been shattered by a single punch from this youth.
Even a newly advanced Great Sage had been knocked flat by him.
The academy had originally planned to give the Holy Son of Wendao Academy a show of strength—to make him understand that this was not the Xuan Continent, and that even as a Holy Son, he would need to follow their rules if he wanted to study the academy’s techniques.
Yet they had never expected this newcomer to be so terrifying, defeating them all with pure fists until no one could utter a word.
At first, the Great Sage Tuo Tian had scoffed at the news from Wendao Academy—claiming their visitor this time was a Holy Son specialized in body refinement.
In his eyes, Wendao Academy’s body-refining arts could never compare with those of the Giant God Academy.
Their body-refining art was a divine-tier method that could awaken one’s bloodline and ultimately transform the cultivator into a Giant Spirit God.
Cao Youqian said, “That’s no trouble—but do you expect me to explain everything while sitting here empty-handed?”
The people around him were stunned. They had thought he was about to mock them again, but his tone suddenly shifted.
Great Sage Tuo Tian laughed. “Ah, that was my oversight. Please, Holy Son Cao.”
He then exchanged a glance with a nearby steward, who immediately understood and went off to prepare a banquet.
Half an hour later.
The feast was held atop Tidewatch Peak.
Several graceful female disciples served wine to the guests one by one.
The dean raised his cup and said, “Holy Son Cao, today we fought before we knew each other. Allow me to offer this first cup as a gesture of hospitality.”
“Well said.”
Cao Youqian lifted his own cup, took a sip—and instantly spat it out.
Pfft—
That single motion drew displeased glares from everyone present; even Great Sage Tuo Tian’s face darkened.
Cao Youqian said casually, “Master Uncle, are all the wines of the Barbarian Continent this poor? You are a Saint, after all—you should enjoy something worthy of your status. I brought several jars of saintly wine from Wendao Academy for you to taste.”
Without paying attention to anyone’s expression, he retrieved a jar from his storage ring and uncorked it before them.
In an instant, a rich fragrance filled the entire courtyard, and everyone’s expressions shifted—from anger to pure intoxication.
Cao Youqian stood and, in one step, appeared beside the dean, pouring the saintly wine into his cup.
“Master Uncle, I speak bluntly—please don’t take offense.”
Tuo Tian had been ready to scold him, but the aroma of the wine instantly hooked his senses, stirring every craving within him.
“Enough, enough—don’t spill it!”
Cao Youqian poured with perfect precision. Tuo Tian looked down at his cup and said, “Since this wine is specially poured by Youqian, I shall have a taste.”
He downed it in one gulp.
Ha…
A look of pure delight spread across Tuo Tian’s face. “Youqian, you were right. All the wine I’ve ever drunk before was garbage!”
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