On the Nameless Peak, upon hearing the words, Situ Cheng immediately became angry.

“That day, you made all the Spirit Swords of the Inner Sect skyrocket, slashing towards me, and you still say that wasn’t Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root!”

Situ Cheng, thinking back on it now, felt a bit fearful.

Countless Spirit Swords ended up hovering right in front of him, forcibly stopped by the middle-aged scholar.

Had there been the slightest mistake, he figured he would have been riddled like a beehive.

In all these years, only that sparring match two years ago made him start to doubt: “Am I really just slightly weaker than senior brother?”

Even after performing Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root, the middle-aged scholar appeared extremely weakened, having lost the strength to fight.

This made him realize: “It’s still just a little gap because as long as I survive by chance, or set up a fallback plan in advance, the one who dies would definitely be him!”

Of course, this was just his self-deception.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent two years not coming to the Nameless Peak seeking trouble.

Yet now you’re telling me, damn you, that it wasn’t the real Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root!?

I, Situ Cheng, am the first to not believe it!

“That was Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root!” Situ Cheng said stubbornly, “It’s the world’s number one Technique, the Dao Ancestor’s famous ultimate skill – Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root!”

The middle-aged scholar usually went along with his junior brother and had done so ever since they entered the sect. After their joint training journey, when Situ Cheng began burning his lifespan, he accommodated him even more.

But now, contrary to his usual behavior, he insisted, “Junior Brother, that really wasn’t the true Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root.”

“Why do you say that?” Situ Cheng asked.

“Because the Dao Ancestor’s Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root must be different.”

“Then what is it like?”

“Has Junior Brother read the Sword Formulas?”

“Who among those who practice swordsmanship in the world hasn’t?” Situ Cheng said speechlessly.

“Have you comprehended it?” the middle-aged scholar asked again.

“Of course not!” Situ Cheng answered with righteous indignation.

Damn, it’s all nonsense. If I comprehended it, wouldn’t I already know Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root!

“I have comprehended it,” said the middle-aged scholar.

“And you still say that wasn’t Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root!” Situ Cheng raged, slamming the stone table with his large hand.

“Precisely because I comprehended it, I know that it isn’t,” the middle-aged scholar sighed.

“If you’ve comprehended it, then it is! If it isn’t, then you haven’t comprehended it!” Situ Cheng, hearing these contradictory words, felt like starting a fight right then and there.

However, the Sword Venerable suddenly shook his head and said:

“No, there is no swordsmanship in this world that I cannot comprehend, and Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root is no exception.”

How arrogant those words were!

Yet, his tone was calm, as if stating a fact.

He and his senior brother had been comparing themselves for most of their lives, yet he acknowledged these words.

“What exactly are you trying to say?” he asked, frowning.

The middle-aged scholar, seeing his junior brother losing patience, quickly poured him some tea.

As he poured, he said:

“I suspect that over the past thousand years, anyone who could perform Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root was like me; they comprehended the swordsmanship but could not actually control this power.”

“We can manage the first two words but not the last two.”

“We can command ten thousand swords, but the swords do not return to the root.”

Upon hearing this, Situ Cheng frowned slightly and inquired, “You mean the Dao Ancestor is Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root, and you merely forcibly controlled these swords for your temporary use?”

“Exactly! Exactly!” The middle-aged scholar laughed heartily while seizing the opportunity to say, “Junior Brother indeed understands quickly! Talking with Junior Brother is the most enjoyable!”

Situ Cheng felt a sense of satisfaction and pretended to be aloof, showing a slight disdain and disregard, as if being considered an intimate by the Sword Venerable wasn’t an honor.

He merely said in a deep voice, “How can you describe the world’s number one swordsmanship as if it were from a folk novel, with a tyrant forcefully taking a maiden but not winning her heart.”

“Junior Brother truly has a sharp mind! Crude words but discerning truths!” the middle-aged scholar’s smile deepened.

Situ Cheng questioned again, “Is there a significant difference between the two?”

“Naturally, my Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root might not even reach one-tenth of the Dao Ancestor’s.”

“Such a huge difference!?” Situ Cheng was genuinely shocked.

He still vividly remembered his defeat two years ago.

At that moment, his mind was shaken, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness, marveling that there existed swordsmanship so strong, far surpassing the Celestial Swordsmanship he mastered!

Yet now his senior brother claimed it was only a tenth of the true power of Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root?

The twisted melon could really be this unsweet!

It turned out that this melon was just for quenching thirst?

The middle-aged scholar nodded slightly, saying, “This is my personal speculation.”

Upon hearing this, Situ Cheng quickly said, “But there are all sorts of Spirit Swords in the world, each giving birth to various Sword Spirits.”

“How could there possibly be someone who makes all Sword Spirits wholeheartedly admire and willingly submit to him….oh!” He abruptly paused, remembering someone and something.

The middle-aged scholar looked at his junior brother bewilderedly.

Situ Cheng suddenly stood up with an astonished expression, “Chu Huaixu! Yes, yes, yes! Chu Huaixu!”

“Oh? What’s with this First Realm Profound Yellow Leader?” the middle-aged scholar asked with a smile.

Situ Cheng couldn’t help but recall how, during the East Continent Competition, Chu Huaixu, when encountering Sword Cultivators, exhibited all kinds of bizarre methods, and how uncontrollable those Spirit Swords were!

He remembered the Sword Sect disciple, Mo Lingfeng, facing him, nearly unable to even unsheathe his sword.

That day, the young man looked at Mo Lingfeng’s despondent face and gave him the answer.

He said — “Because your sword is afraid of me!”

Situ Cheng later called Mo Lingfeng over and tried to suppress the Sword Spirit with his Sword Domain, preventing it from being unsheathed, to see if he could recognize the sensation.

Mo Lingfeng’s reply was surprisingly: The Sword Spirit seems to fear Chu Huaixu more!

At that time, Situ Cheng certainly didn’t take it seriously, thinking that this foolish boy had been beaten silly, to say such nonsense.

I am a dignified Eighth Realm Sword Cultivator, ranked second among the Four Great Divine Swords!

But now, the more he thinks about it, the stranger it seems.

He informed his senior brother of this, not forgetting to add:

“And also, in the finals of the East Continent Competition, didn’t Chu Huaixu face that Daoist Ancestor Sword?”

“In that battle, he even borrowed a sword from Han Shuangjiang!”

“I watched that day and felt that the Sword Spirit of Zhegu Heaven was extremely excited, even joyful, and directly flew out of its owner’s hand towards Chu Huaixu!”

The middle-aged scholar’s eyes lit up upon hearing this: “Junior brother, is this truly the case?”

“Why would I lie to you!”

“But why didn’t you explain in detail last time?”

“Last time, you and the Sect Leader were preoccupied with asking about the Daoist Ancestor Sword and the Daoist Ancestor’s Proverbs, everyone’s focus was on the subsequent Origin Spirit Realm! Now you’re questioning me!” Situ Cheng retorted angrily.

He added, “The Daoist Sect even invited you to the ceremony, it was you who chose not to go!”

The middle-aged scholar quickly apologized, saying: “It was my mistake, senior brother.”

He began to analyze carefully: “Besides, junior brother previously mentioned, this Chu Huaixu seems to have mastered the true Dao Scripture, becoming the heir to the Dao Ancestor, and on Hidden Spirit Mountain, he obtained the Daoist Ancestor Sword Scabbard?”

“Yes.”

The middle-aged scholar, hearing this, burst into hearty laughter, this person who often found victory in adversity, seemed to finally see hope.

“Hahaha! Borrowing one sword is borrowing, borrowing ten thousand swords is also borrowing!”

“Perhaps, once he truly comprehends the Sword Formulas of Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root, he will be able to wield the true power of Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root just like the Dao Ancestor!”

“Marvelous! Marvelous!”

His face, which rarely showed excitement, now did.

The middle-aged scholar, who usually disliked going down the mountain, surprisingly began to ask: “Junior brother, would you take senior brother along for the Third Realm East and West Continent Competition?”

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Daoist Sect, Book Mountain.

After entering the stone interior space, Han Shuangjiang was briefly stunned.

“How did I muddle my way into a Secret Realm again?”

She still found it somewhat unbelievable.

Could she truly be blessed with extraordinary luck?

But her past days had been so difficult, before entering the Daoist Sect, she had no fortuitous encounters at all.

“On the contrary, life was precarious.”

She first looked up ahead, where large characters were inscribed on the stone wall.

But this time, the characters were different from the ones in the previous Daoist Ancestor Secret Realm.

“Could it be that this time I didn’t enter the Daoist Ancestor Secret Realm?”

“Is it that while seeking the Daoist Ancestor Inheritance, I accidentally triggered another senior’s legacy?”

Last time, the stone wall bore a gigantic character ‘Dao.’

It’s said that every Daoist Ancestor Inheritance is the same.

But now before her was the character ‘Sword’!

She quickly turned her head away, not daring to look any longer.

Fearing that like last time, just gazing at the character would plunge her into a mysterious state.

The young girl wasn’t afraid of this occurrence, it was purely because: “Chu Huaixu hasn’t come in yet.”

She was waiting for him.

Only then could they, as usual, face the trials together and grow together.

To be precise, their every emotional deepening was almost always linked with a Secret Realm.

But Han Shuangjiang reconsidered: “But if it’s not the Daoist Ancestor Secret Realm, wouldn’t he likely be unable to enter?”

The fact was that Chu Huaixu only possessed the “key” to the Daoist Ancestor Inheritance.

And within moments, with her back to the gigantic ‘Sword’ character, she saw a figure appear before her.

Chu Huaixu looking at the “Treasure-Seeking Rat (Daoist Partner Version)” before him, thought that the Big Ice Cube was truly handy!

His past life work experience told him, cozying up to influential women was indeed rewarding.

“Impressive, you’ve found another Daoist Ancestor Inheritance, truly deserving the title of one fated by destiny.”

“Is this really the Daoist Ancestor Inheritance?” Han Shuangjiang asked.

“Naturally, otherwise, how could I have entered?”

However, the next moment, she immediately noticed Chu Huaixu’s expression changed, with a hint of surprise on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked with concern.

Little did she know it was because a system prompt sounded by the Dead Fox’s ears.

“Ding! You have entered the Daoist Ancestor Inheritance instance—Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root.”

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