Chapter 182: Chapter 124: Golden-Haired Demon Rat, Celestial List Talent

"Make your move."

Chen Ping smiled, twirling his sword into a flower-like pattern, and around him the faint glow of the Big Dipper emerged. As the sword’s edge moved, seven spots of light appeared like mist or gauze, carrying an endless air of ferocity.

Indeed, the name Seven-Star Sword might sound like a calm and peaceful way of the Daoist sects, but in reality, this sword technique stirs the Star Elemental Power, demonstrating the killing momentum of Seven Kills, Breaking Army, and Greed Wolf, making it exceptionally fierce.

Chen Ping hadn’t even made a move yet, but the True Sword Skill had already manifested.

All the surrounding disciples watching felt a chill in their hearts.

Even without mastering the Sword Technique, just watching it made their hands and feet feel numb.

No one could have imagined that this Ninth Disciple of the Primordial Martial Hall, who had just been unfamiliar with the Seven-Star Sword, could learn it in the blink of an eye and perform the sword technique to such an awe-inspiring level.

The Seven-Star Sword in his hands was far superior to Tong Biao’s.

"Could it be that he is a once-in-a-century extraordinary talent?"

From afar, Han Wushang, sitting on a wicker chair, unconsciously straightened his back, shouting inwardly: "I’ve truly found a treasure, this is indeed a treasure trove found. Such Enlightenment, such insight. The issues with the Primordial Golden Body Technique might not deter him, the revival of the Primordial Sect is imminent."

The decline of a sect might just be due to a small matter.

The rise of a sect could also occur just because of accepting a genius disciple.

Han Wushang descended the mountain into the Red Dust, established a Martial Hall, and accepted disciples widely with no discrimination. Not because he was so fond of the flourishing life below the mountain, or obsessed with wealth and glory.

But because he couldn’t tolerate the old man at home, sighing all day long...

Nor could he bear guarding the mountain gate, only witnessing his family decline day by day, watching their cultivation techniques never break through, enduring the years in vain, just to be phased out by Jianghu.

He always believed one point, if there is a problem with the Cultivation Technique, then go solve it, there’s always a way to break through.

If breakthrough is not possible, it’s only because the person’s ability is insufficient, or their vision is not broad enough.

Looking at Chen Ping now, he saw hope.

"Perhaps, he can."

Sima Rou didn’t think that much, just grinned softly, looking around, eager to tell everyone that this was her disciple.

Up and down the mountain, she had only accepted this one disciple, who had surpassed all the disciples of Changkong Martial Hall and Primordial Martial Hall.

Even accounting for the Primordial Sect itself, the fame of the Seven of the Primordial was commendable, but in reality, nowhere near Chen Ping’s level.

Only seventeen years old, he could already face off with an Innate Expert in a direct confrontation, his Combat Power was self-apparent.

Combat Power is fine, but crucial are his Enlightenment and foundation, learning it instantly, mastering it quickly, using it with incredible ingenuity, readily wielding it with ease.

"My foolish daughter finally did a great good deed. Surely, the saying ’fools are blessed’ is spot on, not at all wrong."

Li Yangguang’s eyes were fixed.

He couldn’t understand what the seven points of starlight around Chen Ping were all about.

Only knowing if he didn’t make a move now, he wouldn’t even have the courage to strike.

The opponent hadn’t unsheathed his sword yet, but the sharp edge of Sword Qi had already locked onto every crucial point around him, seeming dangerous to advance, perilous to retreat, not knowing what move to use or where to strike.

"Ha..."

He lightly shouted, biting the tip of his tongue, pain clearing his head a bit, unleashing a properly conventional Merak Sword, transforming into a streak of light.

Within the Seven-Star Sword, he neither dared use the strongest "Celestial Balance" for assault nor the best defensive "Megrez," attacking with three parts, preserving seven parts of his strength for adaptability...

And when he executed the sword "Celestial Spin," the sword’s edge flickered slightly, showcasing seven variations, forty-nine consecutive techniques, capable of attacking, retreating and defending, known for its complex transformation, confident that whatever attack the opponent employed, he could always counter.

After all, it was agreed beforehand, no relying on Qi Blood Power to suppress others, nor using Inner Qi, let alone invoking Celestial Star Power flooding the body, such desperate measures.

Purely considering diversified techniques, even Tong Biao back then, took ten moves before forcing his hand.

Li Yangguang didn’t seek merit, only wished to avoid error, Sword Momentum evolving, merely a stab, seemingly performing dozens of stabs, the Sword Technique perfectly executed, expertly done, so intricate it was indescribable, leaving the audience silently applauding.

Yet that applause had not been uttered, all Changkong Martial Hall disciples shut their mouths tightly, fearing to make even the slightest sound.

They only felt their faces burning, unsure if it was pride in the Seven-Star Sword or shame for Changkong Martial Hall.

In the scene, Li Yangguang’s exquisitely executed Merak Sword was only halfway through before his Sword Momentum divided like flowing water, naturally splitting in two.

A thin line of cold light, following an ancient, profoundly mysterious trajectory through millennia, had penetrated his Sword Technique’s defense, breaking his attack, aiming at his throat.

High in the sky, the setting sun stood, a gentle breeze came, stars hidden from view.

Yet at this instant, everyone saw the sunlight dimming, the wind becoming noisy...

Only the stars shone brightly, booming from the heavens, descending to earth, then between Chen Ping’s sword edge, carrying an indescribable, unstoppable overwhelming force.

One sword unleashed, impossible to block, only awaiting the execution.

"Sword Intent, this is the Seven Stars Sword Intent."

"Back then Senior Brother Tong boasted of mastering the Sword Skill Perfection, yet never unleashed this level of Sword Intent, making it unavoidable.

Obviously it doesn’t seem too incredibly intricate, but exceedingly reasonable, vivacious and ever-changing, leaving one unable to devise any countermeasures."