Baby with Daoist Monarch System

The one shocked was not only Xu Ran, the main protagonist, but also the bald man with bronzed skin.

His thick fingers pointed at Xu Ran, surrounded by a faint mist of dark red that encircled the area.

The immense pressure from him, initially like Mount Tai, spread around, distorting space with its intensity.

Yet.

When Xu Ran effortlessly shattered the terrifying Sword Intent launched by the Blood-Red Iron Sword, just by reversing his grip on the Silver Light Iron Sword, the demonic master’s aura immediately vanished completely.

What remained was an endless silence!

"How is this possible!"

The bald man’s eyes trembled uncontrollably, the shock within them unable to dissipate for a long time.

He truly hadn’t expected that the seemingly ordinary Silver Light Iron Sword in Xu Ran’s hand was the key to passing the Swordsmanship trial!

Even though, during the entire trial, this was the most complete sword and its aura was exceptionally clean.

However, this sword made of the simplest Profound Iron, despite any uncanny qualities, still had its limitations.

A sword cast from Profound Iron, no matter how strong, to what extent could it be powerful?

The bald man had precisely this thought, which led him to immediately dismiss the Silver Light Iron Sword.

In fact.

The main issue was, the bald man and the Sword Immortal belonged to different eras. Even if he had heard of the Sword Immortal’s tales, he had never actually met the Sword Immortal face to face, nor knew the Sword Immortal’s history before becoming one.

If he had known that before the Sword Immortal attained their title, they always carried an ordinary Silver Light Iron Sword, he might have quickly realized this crucial point.

But unfortunately.

The bald man, upon understanding, hadn’t yet recovered from his shock.

Meanwhile.

The massive Blood-Red Iron Sword, towering hundreds of feet, trembled suddenly as the true pressure of the Silver Light Iron Sword was released.

In that moment.

The entire Dueling Arena shook violently, as if struck by an earthquake, causing a continuous tremor, potentially wrecking the surrounding area with its intensity!

Feeling the strong tremors, Xu Ran stood upright, gripping the Silver Light Iron Sword, and looked downward.

The Silver Light Iron Sword now was slightly different than before.

Indeed.

A faint mist of white surrounded the sword’s body, exceptionally pure, akin to unstained purity untouched by any contamination.

Sensing the pureness within this Silver Light Iron Sword, even amidst the violent tremors, Xu Ran’s lips curled into a smile.

"This is the true Sword Intent!"

Xu Ran murmured softly.

Simultaneously.

This faint white light emitting from the Silver Light Iron Sword slowly flowed from the blade towards the hilt.

The process was neither fast nor slow.

After ten breaths, the white light reached the sword hilt.

Xu Ran gazed at the white light approaching him, offering no resistance, instead harboring a faint expectation for some reason.

Anticipating the moment this faint white light would touch his hand.

Sure enough, things unfolded just as Xu Ran anticipated.

When the white light arrived at the sword hilt, it moved directly towards Xu Ran’s tender hand.

"Sss----"

Before long.

The white light touched Xu Ran’s tender hand, instantly spreading an icy chill throughout his entire body.

In the blink of an eye, before understanding what had transpired, an image appeared before Xu Ran’s eyes.

It was of a child even skinnier than him, standing on yellow soil, bare-chested, with several scars on his back.

These scars appeared to be from strikes by wooden rods.

Moreover.

This young child, though older than Xu Ran, was extremely thin, with bones almost visible through his skin, and his body was completely dull, obviously malnourished.

"Huff---Huff---Huff---"

The emaciated boy panted heavily, continuously swinging the wooden rod in his hand.

This rod, perfectly straight, resembled a naturally crafted Iron Sword.

"Hey!"

"Hah!"

"Stab!"

"Stab!"

"..."

Every swing by the boy was marked by beads of sweat forming on his forehead!

He was incredibly slim, obviously malnourished, engaging in such strenuous activity; fatigue was inevitable.

Moreover, training like this without proper nutrition would rapidly lead to exhaustion and demise.

Xu Ran watched helplessly at the frail ’little black boy’ longing to help him, but was immobilized by an unknown force, unable to move or speak!

Thus, the frail boy continuously swung the rod from day to nightfall.

During this period, people clad in Beast Hide passed by him, each mocking him as they did.

"Hey, practicing all day again, can your food make up for it?"

"Are you going to eat up all your family’s rations?"

"Why aren’t you hunting? Only doing these meaningless things!"