Wu Tian sat quietly to the side, seeing Cui Tian’s worries. Everything is bound by fate! Since Cui Tian works for me, this is his destiny—a grand opportunity. Unfortunately, he is still unaware of it.

Suddenly, Wu Tian made his move, slowly extending a finger. Though it moved slowly, space seemed to freeze at that moment. Cui Tian felt he could not dodge it at all; it was like the finger of a god—unavoidable and inescapable.

Just like that, Wu Tian’s finger touched Cui Tian’s forehead. Cui Tian did not know what Wu Tian intended to do, but the next moment, his pupils widened in shock. He felt a wisp of energy enter his body, refining his flesh and strengthening his Inner Strength. The benefits were equivalent to ten years of arduous cultivation.

After the touch, Wu Tian withdrew his finger.

“Is this… Sweet Dew Baptism?” Cui Tian looked at Wu Tian, his eyes shining brightly. “I feel only Sweet Dew Baptism could have such an effect, but Mr. Wu Tian, you don’t seem tired at all.”

“You’re overthinking it. This isn’t Sweet Dew Baptism,” Wu Tian shrugged, speaking indifferently.

Sweet Dew Baptism is when one person transfers their power to another, harming themselves in the process, like how Wuyazi transmitted his power to Xuzhu, or how Gu Santong passed his to Cheng Shifei. But my finger was different. I drew in Spiritual Energy from the surrounding space and channeled it into his body, opening up his governor and conception vessels, as well as the extraordinary meridians. This means if I wanted to, I could create an invincible army of Acquired experts, perhaps even one approaching the Half-step Innate level.

Cui Tian’s respect for Wu Tian grew even deeper. He knew Wu Tian was heading to Mount Yunmeng, and of course, the event on everyone’s lips there lately was the swordsmanship tournament.

“Mr. Wu Tian, to attend the swordsmanship tournament, you need to carry a sword,” he said fawningly. “With your immortal-like bearing, you truly need an excellent sword. I have one that I commissioned from a renowned craftsman a few years ago…”

Wu Tian shook his head and extended his palm. A moment ago it had been empty, but now it held a sword: the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss.

This feat is incredible! It’s something the Seven Saints of Dragon Country could never achieve. Only a true Immortal could do this. In my eyes, Wu Tian is a god.

Before evening, Cui Tian used all his means to entertain Wu Tian and the little one. While Wu Tian was indifferent, the little one giggled with delight at the many toys Cui Tian had procured. By evening, Chen Meiling, one of the tournament judges, had already departed, with Wang Renjie following her.

Carrying his own sword, Cui Tian also set out with Wu Tian.

The swordsmanship tournament was being held on Mount Yunmeng. To Wu Tian, the past few days had been somewhat dull, but this day promised to be entertaining.

Just as Wu Tian and Cui Tian were about to start their ascent, someone suddenly called out, “You, the young man holding the baby! Stop right there!”

“Yes, stop right there!”

It was two old men climbing the mountain, one wearing a peculiar black Zhongshan suit and the other a white one. They also carried swords, one in a black sheath and the other in a white one.

As the two elders ascended, Cui Tian was the first to turn and look. He sensed a profound solitude in them—the kind that comes from having defeated all adversaries in the world. They seemed completely out of place with their surroundings, as if only the two of them existed in the vastness of the world.

The path was now empty. Most people attending the swordsmanship tournament had already gone up. Very few, like Wu Tian and Cui Tian, were taking their time, strolling slowly and enjoying the scenery.

“You… you’re the Black and White Swords of Sky-Scraping Ridge?” Cui Tian recognized them, his face paling in shock.

Wu Tian did not know who they were, and the little guy in his arms also exclaimed, “Who are they?”

Cui Tian explained in a tense whisper, “They belonged to the previous generation of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. The current Sword Emperor only became number one after they retired. In the Jianghu, they are known as the Black and White Swords. The Black Sword’s name is Black Iron Blade, and the White Sword is White Control Crane. They’ve always remained on Sky-Scraping Ridge. It must be their obsession with swords that drew them here for the tournament; they simply couldn’t resist.”

But why did the Black and White Swords stop me? Wu Tian wondered.

They quickly arrived before him. The Black and White Swords scrutinized Wu Tian, growing more and more pleased with what they saw.

“Not bad. Born with the Sword Bone. A fine seedling for Sword Training,” declared Black Iron Blade.

“And he’s quite handsome, with a refined appearance and sword-like brows and star-like eyes. Perfect to be my Disciple,” White Control Crane added.

The two looked at each other. A moment ago, they were the best of friends, but now a hint of anger sparked in their eyes.

“Brother Hei, this isn’t right! I saw him first,” White Control Crane said angrily.

Black Iron Blade’s hand was already on the hilt of his sword. He chuckled, “Brother Bai, the only rule in this world is that the strong devour the weak. Who says he’s yours just because you saw him first? We’ll have to fight to decide.”

Wu Tian had not even said whether he wanted to become a Disciple, but the Black and White Swords had already started arguing.

The Black and White Swords looked at each other. Both had already drawn their swords. Instantly, Sword Qi flooded the space around them.

Cui Tian felt a surge of danger and only felt safe once he was behind Wu Tian.

“Brother Hei, we’ve been friends for so many years,” White Control Crane sighed. “We’ve even sparred, though that was twenty years ago. Our bond is so strong. Is a mere Disciple worth fighting over between us brothers?”

“A mere Disciple?”

Upon hearing this, Black Iron Blade burst into laughter. Brother Bai must be joking. Living atop Sky-Scraping Ridge, our insights into the sword have deepened. The moment I saw this young man, I knew he was born for the sword. Calling him ‘one in ten thousand’ doesn’t even begin to describe his aptitude. A mere Disciple? Heh! I might only find one like him in this entire lifetime.

Black Iron Blade, his Black Sword already in hand, leaped more than ten meters into the air. Then, his sword thundered down from above.

White Control Crane’s eyes flashed with Sword Intent. Not daring to be negligent, he raised his sword to meet the attack from below. Pivoting on the balls of his feet, his entire body spun rapidly like a top. In an instant, a small tornado of Sword Qi whipped up from the ground.

From midair, the Black Sword slashed down, tearing through the atmosphere with a shrill, ear-piercing cry as the blade hummed. The strike was as swift as lightning.

The instant their blades met, a series of metallic clashes rang out. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Then, with a heavy CLANG, Black Iron Blade was sent flying backward.

White Control Crane staggered back as well, nearly falling to the ground.

They prepared to fight again. Only the victor would earn the right to teach a Disciple like Wu Tian.

At this moment, Wu Tian grew impatient. “Have you two old geezers had enough?” he asked, his tone completely devoid of respect.

This displeased both members of the Black and White Swords.

How can this be? One of us is going to be your master, and the other your martial uncle! How dare a junior like you speak to us this way?

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep