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Stepping forward, Chen Fei approached Yang Quanzhen. The long sword in his hand flashed as he aimed for Yang Quanzhen’s chest.

“Good!” Yang Quanzhen exclaimed. With just one sword move, he could already discern Chen Fei’s foundation in Sword Technique.

“Clang!”

Yang Quanzhen effortlessly deflected Chen Fei’s attack with his sword, and in return, he launched a backhand attack using a sword move from the Primordial Sword. Chen Fei’s expression remained unchanged as he instinctively blocked Yang Chuanzhen’s attack with his own sword.

In just a few breaths, Chen Fei and Yang Quanzhen had already exchanged dozens of moves. Their exchange was intense and evenly matched.

Watching from below the stage, the deacon disciple’s initially relaxed expression gradually turned serious. His seriousness, however, wasn’t directed toward Yang Quanzhen but rather toward Chen Fei.

Although Yang Chuanzhen had suppressed his cultivation of the Bone Tempering realm, his understanding and mastery of the Primordial Sword surpassed that of ordinary martial artists. Normally, it would only take a few sword strikes to determine the stronger combatant when facing cultivators of the same level.

But as they fought, Chen Fei appeared calm and composed, making the deacon disciple question his own eyesight.

Regardless of how much he had practiced beforehand, without the guidance of the sect, it was extremely difficult to cultivate Primordial Sword to such a high level. Among the outer sect disciples who took the test, those who had grasped the Primordial Sword to such a degree were as rare as phoenix feathers and dragon scales.

“Clang!”

With a resounding clash of swords, Chen Fei’s figure slid back a few steps before finally stopping. His long sword trembled slightly in his hand.

“You win. I was only using the power of the Marrow Tempering realm,” Yang Quanzhen said, looking at Chen Fei with a smile. If he had continued suppressing his realm, Yang Quanzhen suspected that he would have been injured, which would have been quite embarrassing.

“Congratulations, Junior Brother Chen,” the deacon disciple waved his hand and said with a smile. “Junior Brother Chen, please follow me.”

The managing disciple’s attitude was noticeably gentler. An inner-sect disciple was already considered a true member of the Primordial Sword Sect and held a higher status than an outer-sect disciple.

“Thank you for your guidance,” Chen Fei said, cupping his hands toward Yang Quanzhen. He then followed behind the managing disciple, leaving the Hidden Dragon Palace.

Yang Quanzhen stood in his original spot, his smile gradually fading and his face turning cold. His previous enthusiasm was completely replaced by a different demeanor.

After registering his name and receiving a new waist token, the managing disciple led Chen Fei around the Primordial Sword Sect, introducing him to the various facilities.

“When our Primordial Sword Sect was at its peak, we had four peaks and three lineages. The sect’s signature technique, the Primordial Sword Scripture, was a technique refined from the four peaks and three meridians. Its power was unparalleled and shocked the world,” the managing disciple proudly shared while they walked. Chen Fei listened quietly, not saying a word.

“However, in recent years, we have faced significant challenges. Although the sect has survived, some of the inheritances have been lost,” the deacon disciple’s voice became somber.

“Which lineage can I learn?” Chen Fei asked.

“It’s too early to say which lineage. You have to wait until you become a true disciple of the sect to be exposed to the true inheritances,” the deacon disciple smiled. Many new disciples desired to learn profound cultivation techniques, but without passing a test, the sect would not grant them access to top-notch inheritances for fear of entrusting them to the wrong person.

“What about me?” Chen Fei inquired.

“According to the order, the sect has already arranged for Martial Uncle Feng to be your master. From now on, Martial Uncle Feng will be responsible for your cultivation,” the managing disciple explained as he led Chen Fei to a courtyard. “Is Martial Uncle Feng here? I would like to pay my respects!” the deacon disciple called out from outside.

“What is it?” a figure silently appeared at the door. When he saw Chen Fei, he furrowed his brows slightly and asked, “Recently, the sect has already assigned eighteen disciples to me. I can barely handle them alone. Why are they assigning another disciple to me now?”

“Martial Uncle Feng, please calm down. This is the sect’s arrangement. I have no authority to question it,” the managing disciple replied with a bitter smile. “Hmph!” Feng Xiupu grunted in dissatisfaction and took the paper containing Chen Fei’s information.

Feng Xiupu’s frown deepened when he saw Chen Fei’s age and Bone Tempering realm cultivation. However, his expression eased slightly as he observed Chen Fei’s performance in the advancement test.

“Show me the Primordial Sword once,” Feng Xiupu instructed, his gaze fixed on Chen Fei.

“Yes, Master!” Chen Fei nodded and raised his long sword, demonstrating the Primordial Sword technique on the spot.

Having already cultivated the Primordial Sword to perfection, every move and style had become instinctual for Chen Fei. As he performed, his sword technique appeared elegant and agile, embodying the essence of the Primordial Sword.

Feng Xiupu’s furrowed brows gradually relaxed as he watched Chen Fei, a hint of surprise gleaming in his eyes.

Even if Feng Xiupu were to use the Primordial Sword technique that Chen Fei had displayed, his execution would only be average. The frustration he had felt when the sect assigned more disciples to him earlier dissipated at this moment.

Feng Xiupu didn’t know how long Chen Fei had spent cultivating this sword technique, but seeing how he could grasp the Primordial Sword to such a level, it would be much easier for him to cultivate the other sword techniques of the sect.

However, Chen Fei’s cultivation was still too weak. He had only just entered the Bone Tempering realm at his age. If he wanted to make progress in the future, his prospects seemed slim.

“Alright, that’s enough. Stop,” Feng Xiupu said after a while.

Chen Fei sheathed his sword and stood to the side.

“From now on, I have many disciples under my guidance, and I can’t always be available to guide your cultivation. Most of the time, you’ll have to work hard on your own. If you encounter any difficulties, don’t hesitate to come and ask me,” Feng Xiupu instructed.

“I understand,” Chen Fei replied, cupping his hands.

Feng Xiupu was quite satisfied with Chen Fei’s performance and nodded slightly. He led Chen Fei to the study and handed him a secret manual.

“Take this secret manual and study it for a few days. Return it to me afterward. By the way, come to my place tomorrow morning. You can also meet your senior brothers then,” Feng Xiupu informed.

“Thank you, Master!” Chen Fei expressed his gratitude and received the secret manual with a happy expression. He had finally obtained a cultivation technique.

Although this secret manual was not the top inheritance of the Primordial Sword Sect, Chen Fei was no longer a rogue cultivator. He didn’t need to search for cultivation methods everywhere. With the sect’s guidance, he could focus on cultivating.

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Fei bid farewell and left.

Feng Xiupu watched Chen Fei’s departure and shook his head slightly.

Due to Chen Fei’s display of the Primordial Sword, Feng Xiupu couldn’t help but assess Chen Fei’s aptitude. However, he couldn’t directly discern it. Feng Xiupu was surprised to learn that Chen Fei had reached the Bone Tempering realm.

With his current age and foundation, even if his comprehension was slightly stronger, his future prospects on the martial path would be limited.

Chen Fei returned to the room assigned by the sect and closed the door with anticipation. He looked at the secret manual in his hands.

Origin Connection Technique!