Silver Hammer Grand Protector Pei Yuanqing?

Chunyu Cultivator was momentarily stunned and looked up at the top general of Celestial Water Prefecture, who was forced by the sword light, sealing off all his senses.

"Senior Brother, he is a Grandmaster of Fourth Training Level, close to achieving Circulation Qi Collection Perfection."

Bai Qilang’s Sword Slash Divine Technique is more like a false reputation.

Holding the Nanming Li Fire, plus the Chi Yang Sect Leader restraining that strand of Divine Power from Zhao Pijiang.

Otherwise, a grand Martial Arts Saint standing there, using ultimate skills to drive Cultivation Techniques, would not be harmed by Third-Training Martial Artists cutting and slashing!

Yet now, Bai Qilang, who just barely crossed the threshold and has not yet built temples to nourish his divine spirit, faces the well-established Silver Hammer Grand Protector Pei Yuanqing.

It indeed seems like rushing to send oneself to die.

"What, you think the little Daoist of Meridian Sword Sect is inferior to Zhao Pijiang’s trusted aide?"

Mo Tian Sheng glanced sidelong, obviously full of confidence.

"After all, there are quite a few years of difference."

Jiang Zaiyue coughed lightly, although Pei Yuanqing could also bear the title "Young Prodigy," he came from a good background, started learning martial arts early, and before he came of age, was taken in by Zhao Pijiang to be rigorously nurtured and trained.

On the other hand, Bai Qilang, a year ago was one of the impoverished families living off fishing, making rapid progress in a short time, which is not easy.

The Daoist Official’s Office, calling his cultivation aptitude the best in Yihai Prefecture, is not considered overstating.

"Senior Brother Mo, could you have won when you fought Fourth Training while at Third Training back then?"

Chunyu Cultivator couldn’t resist asking more.

"Depends on who it is. If it’s your scenario, with one hand tied, I’d win for sure.

If it were Senior Brother Kou’s level, even ten of me together would die."

Mo Tian Sheng pondered for a moment before answering.

"Talking is fine, but why step on me!"

Chunyu Cultivator was visibly displeased:

"If I had the skills of Senior Brother Kou, I’d have carried the Sect Leader down by now, taking the helm myself and revitalizing the Sword Sect Mountain Gate!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zaiyue hurriedly took out a small notebook and quietly noted it down.

"Senior Brother Jiang, can we not just have a normal chat!"

Seeing this, Chunyu Cultivator grew furious and was about to draw his sword to strike.

"You two stop screaming here, you’re making me annoyed!"

Facing these troublesome rivals, Mo Tian Sheng truly had a headache, his brows furrowed, sleeves turned, directly sending these restless Juniors flying a hundred feet away.

Soon after, the distant sound of water splashing could be heard.

This Dragon Sword took several mouthfuls of tea in succession, calming his anger:

"They are unreliable, one is brainless, the other full of schemes!

Junior Brother Chunyu stays in Yihai Prefecture, Junior Brother Jiang is sent back to the mountain gate, lest there’s no one to steward things.

As for me, I’ve been away from the mountain gate for too long, fearing Erzhu Long and Zhao Pijiang, this ’father-son’ pair might stir trouble.

Seizing Pei Yuanqing is also to give them pause, to prevent them from desperation and seeking trouble with Bai Qilang, repeating the lesson where Junior Brother Qiu was harmed years ago."

Mo Tian Sheng embraced the illusion with emptiness, looking up at the moon.

Luckily, the clouds scattered, revealing a few wisps of bright radiance.

"The Sect Leader should ease my worries about repercussions, Pei Yuanqing can continue to be held as a hostage.

Even if Zhao Pijiang has the heart of a hero, he may not truly care."

Mo Tian Sheng pondered earnestly for a while, becoming increasingly convinced that this Innate Divine Power Silver Hammer Grand Protector is suitable to be the whetstone for Bai Qilang.

In the Sword Sect’s history, every Daoist would choose one or multiple strong enemies to sharpen their Sword Dao.

Hence, they are called "Whetstones."

There are those who grind their "sword" till it breaks, failing and perishing;

and then there are those with fierce battles, exhausting all learning, who stand victorious atop.

Like Senior Brother Kou, promoted from a true disciple to becoming a Daoist.

Unknown how many whetstones were cleaved in that step.

The illusion with emptiness lightly buzzed, and the sword light suppressing Pei Yuanqing suddenly vanished.

The young general in silver robe and armor regained his senses, for him, it seemed like he closed and opened his eyes, only to be abducted from Immortal Maiden Peak of Celestial Water Prefecture to the Nu Yun River in Yihai Prefecture.

This young prodigy who had killed a Grandmaster with three strikes upon entering the Fourth Training Level regained his composure, facing the seemingly unimposing Mo Tian Sheng holding a sword, showing utmost respect without a trace of arrogance.

"Senior..."

Mo Tian Sheng squinted his eyes lazily, changing from the closeness and amiability he showed around Bai Qi, showing a slight indifference:

"Young Master Pei, I’ve heard you’re the foremost Grandmaster in Celestial Water Prefecture?"

"Celestial Water Prefecture is full of hidden talents, I wouldn’t dare claim to be the best."

Pei Yuanqing felt uneasy, he knew well of the hostile relationship between the General’s Mansion and Meridian Sword Sect.

Dragon Sword, lowering himself to tease with juniors wasn’t the usual demeanor of a righteous giant.

Thus, cautious handling was the best strategy.

No matter how exceptional a prodigy is, they must live to reach the moment of becoming adept in Divine Techniques.

Unless they have connections that reach the heavens and robust support.

Otherwise, being too arrogant would sooner or later lead to being smacked dead by giants.

"Quite perceptive, no wonder you earned Zhao Pijiang’s favor and admiration."

Mo Tian Sheng praised him; he had seen many nobles and elites boasting themselves as "prodigies" and "heroes."

Each one holding their ancestors’ accumulated prestige as their license to act with impunity.

Once away from their own backyard, they often meet quick ends.

"You, Senior, revered by Divine Techniques, an Upper Sect giant, how could I not show respect."

Pei Yuanqing tempered his edge, showing humility and meekness.

"Since, Young Master Pei is so understanding, I’d skip the nonsense and circles.

I’ve long heard of Young Master Pei, Silver Hammer Grand Protector’s fame, innate extraordinary physique, Dragon Sinews and Tiger Bones.

I intend to have you test the skills of Sword Sect."

Mo Tian Sheng spoke in a mild tone.

"I shall obey Senior’s command."

Pei Yuanqing replied crisply and decisively.

He suspected, most likely, it would be Mu Zhao Yang, the senior disciple of No-Life Sword Chunyu Cultivator, a new talent true disciple who had never left the mountain gate.

This woman, also at the Fourth Training Level, was rumored to excel in swordsmanship, designated as the successor for the next generation head seat.