Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 240, Combat Power

The enlightenment test continued, but the scene remained unsettled due to the commotion caused by Chu Ming.

In an instant, the sun rose high in the sky, reaching noon. By this time, tens of thousands of talents had undergone the enlightenment test.

"Wang Ruyi, ninety-three points, excellent!"

The voice of the white-robed Elder sounded again. Following Chu Ming, another genius with a score above ninety had appeared, none other than the renowned Wang Ruyi.

However, what surprised Chu Ming was that Wang Ruyi turned out to be a woman in a yellow robe. Her appearance wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, but she had delicate features and a resolute expression.

"Let’s go back. The combat power test is likely to start tomorrow!"

Zhu Qianqiu glanced at the long queue and said calmly.

Chu Ming couldn’t help but be astonished. Just today alone, an estimated two hundred thousand talents had taken the enlightenment test, but only thirty or forty thousand had scored above fifty.

Those who did not reach fifty points didn’t need to take the other two tests. In fact, even scoring above sixty barely gave one a chance to enter the Celestial Travel Sect.

"Every year, only about five thousand geniuses can enter the Celestial Travel Sect, and the number of Inner Sect Disciples in the Celestial Travel Sect has always maintained around thirty thousand!"

On the way, Zhu Hongxue spoke with a heavy heart.

"What about the other geniuses?"

Chu Ming asked back.

"Died in battle... or disappeared in accidents unnoticed!"

Zhu Hongxue responded slowly.

Chu Ming remained indifferent. The path of martial arts is a struggle against the heavens for destiny, a road of no return.

For some reason, a heavy feeling suddenly surged in Chu Ming’s heart, a sense of loss from not being able to control one’s own fate.

Returning to the inn, Chu Ming took out a middle-grade Spirit Stone and started cultivating, but no matter what, he couldn’t enter the state of cultivation.

Whoosh!

Chu Ming stood up slightly and exhaled a breath like a dragon or snake. He opened the door and walked lightly to the backyard of the inn, where the air was very still, and a soft breeze lightly rustled the willow branches, making a gentle rustling sound.

Looking up at the full moon in the sky, Chu Ming felt a sense of peace in his heart.

"What’s wrong? Can’t sleep?"

A clear voice sounded next to Chu Ming. He turned to look and saw Zhu Qianqiu in a white robe standing beside him, smiling at him.

"Just feeling a bit stuffy inside, unable to sleep!"

Chu Ming said lightly, feeling a sense of unreality in his Sword Dao at this moment.

"Stuffy? It’s not that simple!"

Zhu Qianqiu shook his head and asked with a half-smile.

"Why do we cultivate?"

Chu Ming didn’t answer but asked directly.

"Cultivate? Naturally to survive!"

Zhu Qianqiu answered truthfully.

"But why do I feel so unreal?"

Chu Ming frowned.

"Everything is empty, whether true or false, doesn’t matter. What matters is whether it’s what you truly think and desire in your heart."

Zhu Qianqiu spoke slowly, his words lingering in Chu Ming’s ears like echoes.

A flash of enlightenment crossed Chu Ming’s mind, and the heaviness in his heart slowly eased. Everyone has their own purpose for cultivation, but ultimately, isn’t it all for what they truly want?

"Thank you!"

Chu Ming respectfully saluted Zhu Qianqiu. If it weren’t for him, Chu Ming might have fallen into a demonic obstacle due to this problem, affecting his future cultivation.

"Even if I didn’t explain it, you would eventually figure it out!"

Zhu Qianqiu smiled faintly. He had a good eye for people. Chu Ming undoubtedly possessed an unwavering Sword Dao Will.

Returning to his room, Chu Ming once again entered the cultivation state, this time with a calm heart, without any hindrance!

The next day, Zhu Qianqiu led the group back to the hall. At this moment, the hall was already crowded, surrounded tightly inside and out.

At some point, a huge platform had been set up in the center of the hall, entirely constructed from Golden Stone Rock. At this moment, the white-robed Elder of the Celestial Travel Sect stood indifferently on the platform, behind him stood seven or eight white-robed young Inner Sect Disciples, their faces full of arrogance, looking at the young boys and girls below the platform with disdain.

"Today begins the second test of combat power!"

The white-robed Elder said indifferently, his gaze sweeping around. The crowd below the platform instantly fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

"The first one, Zhao Heng!"

As soon as his words fell, a robust young man jumped onto the platform, his gaze fixed on the seven or eight Inner Sect Disciples, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

"Li Yuan, you go!"

The white-robed Elder clearly saw the fear in Zhao Heng’s eyes and frowned. Those who become fearful when facing adversity are not suited for cultivation.

"Yes, Elder!"

Li Yuan eagerly stepped forward from behind, looking at Zhao Heng with contempt. At this moment, the Steward next to him lightly lit a stick of incense in the censer, and the smoke slowly rose into the air.

"Make a move, or you won’t even get the chance!"

Li Yuan carried a yellow Long Saber on his back but had no intention of taking it down. He merely made a defensive stance with his hands.

"You speak too soon!"

Zhao Heng frowned slightly, a trace of anger flickering in his eyes. With both of them having the same cultivation level, he didn’t believe he would be inferior.

"You’re about to find my words were not premature!"

Li Yuan sneered mockingly.

Boom!

At the moment Li Yuan relaxed, Zhao Heng made his move. He practiced a Leg Technique, leaning his body, transforming into a gust of wind, and launched a kick towards Li Yuan.

Swish swish swish!

Spiritual Power surged three feet from his right foot, resembling a shooting star with a sweeping tail. The air was blasted away, scattering in all directions. Just his momentum was comparable to an average True Dao Sixth Layer Martial Artist.

"Trifling techniques!"

Li Yuan roared, turning his hand into a saber. A violent explosion of flames erupted from his palm and soared high, aiming directly at Zhao Heng’s leg without any technique.

Crack!

No tricks involved, just the sound of bones breaking. Zhao Heng’s body was instantly blasted back by Li Yuan’s strike, retreating as blood leaked from his mouth.

One move!

Just one move! Zhao Heng was defeated utterly, without any chance to fight back.

"You..."

Zhao Heng’s eyes were as fierce as a dragon, filled with venom and disbelief.

"The weak have no right to speak!"

Li Yuan said coldly, turning to rejoin the ranks of the Celestial Travel Sect Disciples.

"Li Yuan, not bad, not bad. To defeat him with just one move, you did not bring shame to our Celestial Travel Sect!"

A skinny boy next to him said with a smile.

"Just a bunch of small fry!"

Li Yuan replied arrogantly, appearing superior!

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