Supreme Sword Exalt

If an outsider heard his absurd request, they would definitely think Gu Han had lost his mind and was seeking death.

However, the old blind man understood his purpose. He sighed. “Kid, if my sword turns out not to be the supreme method, all your suffering will have been in vain.”

If it were, then his soul would be tempered. Otherwise, he would only experience the pain of his soul scattering, without any improvement at all.

Gu Han turned serious. “Senior, since the method especially states to seek nine types of supreme sword dao methods, it proves that the sword daos leading to the supreme method will never be just one. If your sword can’t be called the supreme method, then I can’t think of anyone who would have that qualification! Please grant me your sword!”

The Sword Chief of the Profound Heaven, Yun Jiansheng. He was a peerless figure who stood above his peers, carrying seventy percent of the world's Sword Dao fortune alone. His might made countless sword cultivators abandon any thought of surpassing him, content only to gaze upon his back. There was a simple reason for it: his talent was so fearsome that it drove people to despair.

As the old blind man gently shook his head, his wooden stick slowly lifted half a cun and lightly tapped the ground. A wisp of sword intent rose, thinner than a strand of hair, yet faintly emanating an overwhelming dominance. In the next moment, it plunged into Gu Han’s brow.

Gu Han felt indescribable pain. He trembled uncontrollably, his face turning pale as large drops of sweat fell. Only a few could endure the pain of the soul scattering.

The old blind man sighed softly. What a shame. If there was still time, I’d really like to see just how far you could go.

A moment later, Gu Han gradually calmed. He opened his eyes again. An intangible, sharp intent flowed through them before lurking behind the trace of plainness and simplicity once again.

Deep within his consciousness, the humanoid figure that his soul had formed had become much more solid than before. Between his eyebrows, a second sword mark had appeared. The second round of the Undying Sword Soul was complete.

Gu Han bowed again. “Senior, your sword is indeed a supreme sword dao!”

Though he hadn’t known back then, he could now see it clearly. The old blind man’s sword contained two completely different sword intents! One was supremely domineering, unrestrained and proud. The other was despondent and helpless, disillusioned.

Gu Han inferred that it was due to the old blind man’s experiences. He also understood that although one could theoretically combine these two conflicting sword intents, the chance of success was close to zero. Nevertheless, the old blind man had done it—and seamlessly, at that.

The old blind man shook his head. “Supreme method? Hardly. The path of the sword has no end. There are many stronger than me.”

Gu Han felt some regret. “Aside from you, I really don’t know where else to find a supreme sword dao.”

The old blind man hesitated for a moment before saying, “If you have time, go to the Profound Heaven Great Domain.”

“Profound Heaven Great Domain?”

“Everyone is a sword cultivator there, and those with outstanding talent are everywhere. If you can spar and corroborate with them, you will surely benefit greatly. Remember, once you go there, no matter what method you use, you must take a look at that one-word sword stele!”

Gu Han’s heart stirred. “One-word sword? Is it the word you wrote for me back then?”

The old blind man shook his head. “No, not even close. The sword strike on the stele is the true one-word sword! It’s also the strongest sword I have ever seen in my life!”

Gu Han grew even more curious. Something that could make the old blind man say the word “strongest” was definitely no small matter.

He pondered, I wonder which is stronger, that or the sword intent of the Great Evolution Sword Scripture’s master?

The old blind man added, “Oh, right. If you still value your life, never mention Master Rooster or me when you go there.”

Gu Han was stunned. “Why? That reminds me, why haven’t I seen Master Rooster? Did he go out to play?”

The old blind man appeared helpless. “He’s been out for ten years.”

Gu Han was speechless. Master Rooster really loves to play!

Violent tremors then came from the distance, mixed with Chongming yelling, “Little Yun! Little Yun! A bunch of bastards is ganging up on me! Help me beat them!”

Little Yun was stunned. Gu Han glanced at the old blind man, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Still looking helpless, the old blind man commented, “Master Rooster is too proud.”

***

Within the forbidden zone, Fatty dragged Li Xun along the ground by the legs, bumping until Li Xun's face was bruised and swollen. If he hadn't reached the Transcendent Realm and had skin thicker than most people's, he would have long given out.

“Slow down! M-my face!”

Fatty ignored him. Golden light blazed on him, almost turning him into a blur as he sprinted deep into the forbidden zone.

Yan Qi bit down firmly on his hair as he marveled, Usually, he’s on me. Today, thanks to misfortune, I got to be on him for a change.

Just as he was feeling pleased, a five-colored divine beam streaked across the sky, landing not far in front of Fatty and stabbing deep into the ground. The earth trembled, and the surrounding eerie mist scattered, leaving behind only a tuft of beautiful tail feathers swaying gently in the air.

Yan Qi was a bit surprised. “That looks familiar.”

Fatty was speechless. Of course, it looks familiar! Isn’t that just a chicken’s ass?!

He swallowed his saliva, feeling a bit panicked. “Master Rooster, a-are you alright—”

Before he finished speaking, another divine beam flashed past as Chongming burrowed out of the ground. He stared blankly at Fatty.

Fatty immediately felt relieved. “Master Rooster, I'm glad you’re not—”

Chongming flapped his wings and strode away on his two legs, disappearing in a flash.

Fatty was stunned. After a while, he finally came back to his senses. “Master Rooster, why are you running? Didn’t you say it was a small matter—”

Before he could get far, seven or eight figures landed before him. The three in the lead were at the Feather Transformation realm, while the rest were Saint realm experts. Fatty was completely dumbfounded.

Yan Qi promptly burrowed back into Fatty’s hair. Li Xun desperately rubbed against the ground, burying his entire head in the dirt.

With a grim expression, a Feather Transformation expert grabbed Fatty tightly. “Let’s see where you can run now, Gu Han!”

Fatty chose his words carefully. “About that... What if I said I’m not Gu Han? Would you believe me?”

“What do you think?”

Fatty was speechless. It’s over! I went too far!

Ignoring him, the man turned to the depths of the forbidden zone, a flicker of greed in his eyes. “Go! That rooster demon is special. Take it back along with Gu Han and this fire flood dragon, then hand them over to Young Sect Master!”

A rooster that could stand on equal footing with a Feather Transformation expert could only be a mutant species.

Suddenly, a light sound came from nearby. The group tensed, instinctively looking over. Who’s there?!

As the eerie mist churned, Gu Han and the old blind man appeared before the crowd, followed by a spirited, arrogant rooster that had completely shed his previous disheveled appearance.

The few people were startled, especially when they saw the frail old man swaying as if he could fall at any moment. They frowned. What’s a blind man doing in a place like this?

Fatty’s eyes widened after seeing Gu Han. “Bastard, what are you doing here?! Hey, it’s that guy over there! He’s Gu Han!”

After not seeing each other for ten years, the first thing Fatty did upon their reunion was sell Gu Han out.

Everyone’s gaze instantly fell on Gu Han. He certainly matched the description quite well.

“Are you Gu Han?”

Gu Han was emotionless. “No. I am Fu Yulin from the Central Continent.”