Chapter 1787: Chapter 1781: What’s His Level?

"Hehehe, so, bro, how’s the pressure?" The Sword Spirit kneaded Zhang Menglong’s shoulders while grinning cheekily.

"Not bad, not bad, a little harder!" Zhang Menglong enjoyed this emperor-level treatment without the slightest politeness. "Didn’t you say I have to defeat you to become the master of Sword God Manor? We’re not even close to that yet."

"Bro, you’ve already reached the highest realm of swordsmanship, what’s the point of me competing with you? I’d definitely lose, totally unnecessary," the Sword Spirit said. "From today on, the mission of glorifying Sword God Manor is handed over to you."

"Huh? There’s a mission attached?" Zhang Menglong immediately shook his head. He hated trouble the most, especially this kind of bullshit mission; just thinking about it annoyed him. "Then go find someone else, I’m out. I can’t be bothered to carry that kind of mission. Go dump it on whoever you want."

"?? Bro, you’re seriously passing on all the Divine weapons and countless Sword Manuals and swordsmanship of my Sword God Manor? Those are all treasures!"

"Tch! Other people may drool over them, I sure don’t," Zhang Menglong curled his lip. "Your swordsmanship isn’t even as good as mine. For some low-level swordsmanship I have to shoulder that huge responsibility, what’s in it for me? I’m gone, I’m gone."

"Low-level swordsmanship? He’s calling the swordsmanship of Sword God Manor low-level?"

"Then what counts as high-level swordsmanship? I probably couldn’t pull off that swordsmanship the Sword Spirit showed just now even if I trained my whole life."

"Comparing people really will piss you to death. What we see as priceless, in his eyes isn’t even worth a look."

"He’s already reached the highest realm of swordsmanship. As long as his Cultivation catches up, he’ll have no opponents in swordsmanship. He really doesn’t need to learn Sword God Manor’s swordsmanship."

"Damn it, he’s flexing on us again!"

...

The young Sword Cultivators all clenched their teeth after hearing Zhang Menglong’s words. Zhang Menglong wasn’t interested, but they sure were!

"Kiddo, since you’re so desperate to find an inheritor for Sword God Manor, why not lower the bar a bit?" Zhang Menglong asked curiously. "Most of these people are so-so, sure, but there have to be a few who are passable, right? Just randomly pick a decent one and play a little raising-simulator game, wouldn’t that feel more accomplished?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"If only it were that easy," the Sword Spirit sat down. "Letting someone inherit Sword God Manor is one thing, but I don’t want my master’s Swordsmanship masterpieces to never see the light of day. Those are his life’s work."

"They can all learn them." Zhang Menglong pointed at the people on the plaza.

"Yeah yeah, we can learn them, we really want to learn!"

"The inheritance or not doesn’t matter; we’re not even that interested in those Sword techniques and Divine Weapons. What matters is we’re willing to carry forward your master’s Swordsmanship."

"Little Sword Spirit, I can sleep only five hours a day, I’m super hardworking."

"I only sleep three hours a day. Aside from eating and going to the bathroom, I can spend all my time practicing the sword!"

"I can sleep just two hours!"

"I can go without sleep!"

"You guys are really competing on this too?"

...

"No way," the Sword Spirit shook its head. "My master’s Swordsmanship is unfathomable, not just anyone can learn it. When my master was their age, he had already comprehended the Sixth Realm of swordsmanship. The strongest among them has only barely touched the bottleneck of the Fourth Realm. With their Gift, they’ll never learn my master’s Swordsmanship in this lifetime."

"Honestly I only threw out a flashy condition," the Sword Spirit said. "As long as someone at this age can comprehend the Fifth Realm of swordsmanship, I’d consider that barely qualified. But I didn’t expect them to all be this useless."

"Your requirement really is a bit high," Zhang Menglong said with a wry smile. According to the information he’d just obtained, after Gou Dan’s rough analysis, even the current so-called genius Sword Cultivators probably had to reach at least Divine Cultivator fifth rank before they could barely comprehend the Fifth Realm of swordsmanship. And even among those in Dao Realm, hardly anyone had reached the seventh stage.

The master of Sword God Manor being able to comprehend the Sixth Realm at that age was indeed a once-in-an-epoch freak talent.

"I have to keep it high," the Sword Spirit shook its head. "I can’t hand Sword God Manor’s inheritance over to a bunch of trash, can I? Wouldn’t that stain the name of Sword God Manor?"

"Bro, your Gift is a thousand times stronger than my master’s. His Swordsmanship—you’d probably learn it as soon as you see it. You’ll definitely be able to make it shine brighter than ever. I’m begging you, just take Sword God Manor’s inheritance!"

"Let me ask you something," Zhang Menglong suddenly thought of something. "Where’s your master?"

"One day master received an invitation. After he left, he never came back. He didn’t say what he was going to do, and he didn’t take me with him."

"Oh?" Zhang Menglong showed a thoughtful expression. Looked like there was a story here. "Then do you know what’s up with those Night Demons?"

"You mean those monsters?" the Sword Spirit said. "I don’t know how they came into being either, but before master left, there was no such thing. About two or three years after he left, I saw those monsters for the first time. A lot of people died back then. Later some people left for distant lands, some said they were going to leave this place to find another world. In the end, only I was left in Sword God Manor."

"So that’s how it is?" Zhang Menglong muttered to himself. It seemed the appearance of those Night Demons and the disappearance of the master of Sword God Manor were definitely connected by countless threads. This really was something worth digging into.

"I truly don’t care about your Sword God Manor, but I have a friend who also uses a sword. I think he can help you carry forward Sword God Manor!"

"Really?" The Sword Spirit’s face instantly lit up with surprise. "What level is he at? Same as you?"

"You’ll know when you see him!"

Zhang Menglong hurriedly flew toward the edge of the small town. Long Sen had just told him he was already nearby, and the area he was in happened to be close to this place. As soon as he heard that, he rushed over.

"Over here!" Zhang Menglong waved at Long Sen. "You really are fast!"

"This is the inheritance of Sword God Manor, if I’m late it might be gone!" Long Sen said anxiously. "Where is it? Hurry and take me there!"

"You wish," Zhang Menglong rolled his eyes. "You think this inheritance is something you get just because you want it? You think it’s cabbage on sale? There are some very strict trials!"

"You’re joking. I, Long Sen, am handsome and extraordinarily gifted. With my ability, what inheritance can I not get?" Long Sen patted his chest and said.

"I love that confidence of yours," Zhang Menglong smiled without commenting. In a bit, that sharp-tongued Sword Spirit would let him know what cruelty really meant. "Come with me."

The Sword Spirit had been waiting for a long time, constantly staring out from near the plaza. If it weren’t unable to stray too far from its main body, it would’ve followed Zhang Menglong out already. After all, it had waited so long to finally see a true Sword Dao genius; if he ran off by accident, that’d be a huge loss for Sword God Manor.

"Kiddo, I brought the person for you." Zhang Menglong pushed Long Sen in front of him. "This is my friend Long Sen. Just give him those inheritances."

"Give it to him?" The Sword Spirit looked Long Sen up and down. "What level is he at, that he thinks he’s worthy of inheriting our Sword God Manor’s legacy?"