novelraw Chapter 153: Elder, I Seem to Have Been Beaten Into a Son (153)
Chapter 153: Elder, I Seem to Have Been Beaten Into a Son (153)
Mu Chen turned off his sub-mirror and silently walked out of the guest room.
A total of twelve disciples from the Taiyi Sword Sect had come for this Sect Disciple Grand Examination. As the chief disciple, Mu Chen's status in the hearts of his junior brothers and sisters was naturally quite high.
So, when the news that 'Senior Brother Mu Chen was insta-killed inside the mirror' spread, the reaction of most people was disbelief.
The first to stand up was the second-ranked inner sect disciple of the Taiyi Sword Sect, Chen Ming.
At the Third Realm, Sixth Level, he practiced the sixth stage of the 《Taixu Sword Canon》. Although he was one stage behind Mu Chen, he was still outstanding among his peers.
"Senior Brother, did Sect Master Zhongli Yuan just say you suffered a loss inside the mirror?"
Mu Chen glanced at him. He wanted to describe the battle in detail, but when the words reached his lips, he found he simply couldn't summarize that experience in normal language.
How was he supposed to say it?
"The opponent controlled ten flying swords simultaneously and still had a free hand to punch me?"
"A Third Realm cultivator produced an effect similar to a Sword Domain and then insta-killed me with one punch?""His name is Loser Calls Me Dad and I actually lost?"
Mu Chen ultimately only squeezed out one sentence.
"He's very strong." He paused. "Don't go."
Chen Ming was clearly dissatisfied with this answer.
"Senior Brother, even if you lost, it's not like you can't even say how the opponent won, right?" Chen Ming frowned.
Mu Chen thought for a moment and told him the situation truthfully.
"Loser Calls Me Dad?"
Upon hearing the opponent's mirror name, Chen Ming's expression turned from confusion to eccentricity, finally settling into a subtle indignation.
"Senior Brother, you rest. I'll go meet him."
"I said don't go."
"I'll just try."
Chen Ming patted his chest, his tone full of dismissal. "Senior Brother, your main focus is the combination of void and reality. If the opponent is someone who doesn't feel pressure, it's normal for you to suffer a loss. My path is different from yours; perhaps I can find a flaw."
Mu Chen opened his mouth to stop him, but Chen Ming had already turned and left.
He stood in place and ultimately didn't chase after him, because he knew it would be useless even if he did.
The disciples of the Taiyi Sword Sect were like this—the more they were told something wouldn't work, the more they wanted to try it for themselves.
...
Chen Ming injected spiritual energy and entered the mirror.
The matching wait time was very short, about five or six breaths.
The panel popped up with the opponent's information.
【Mirror Name: Loser Calls Me Dad】
On the white platform, a circular arena emerged.
The moment the phantom on the opposite side appeared, Chen Ming assumed a posture of full alert. He had learned from his senior brother's lesson and did not strike rashly.
The array patterns lit up.
Chen Ming circulated the sixth stage of the 《Taixu Sword Canon》, with phantom and real sword shadows interlacing.
He planned to defend first and attack later, observing the opponent's style to find a flaw before seeking an opportunity to counterattack.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with his logic, but the problem was that the opponent gave him no opportunity to 'observe' at all.
Ten flying swords formed an array within one breath, shredded all his phantoms within two breaths, and tore a fatal gap in his defense within three breaths.
By the time he reacted, a fist was already pressed against his chest.
"Boom—"
Chen Ming's projection shattered into a sky full of light specks.
...
In the guest room, Chen Ming withdrew from the mirror and stared at the ceiling in long silence.
Indeed, one cannot empathize with their past self... He now thoroughly understood why his senior brother had such a look of having lost all hope.
But the disciples of the Taiyi Sword Sect had a streak of refusal to admit defeat in their bones.
This streak was a good thing normally, but in certain situations, it could be somewhat harmful.
Like now.
The first thing Chen Ming did after withdrawing from the mirror wasn't reflection or summary, but rushing to the next room and saying to the third junior brother: "That 'Loser Calls Me Dad' is truly fierce. Go try it!"
The third-ranked disciple was named Zhao Pingchuan, also at the Third Realm, Sixth Level.
After hearing Chen Ming's description, he said in disbelief, "Perhaps Senior Brother's problem was being too conservative. Against this kind of burst-type opponent, one should meet attack with attack, giving him no time to deploy his sword array."
Chen Ming thought it made sense. Mu Chen thought it made no sense but didn't stop him either.
Zhao Pingchuan entered the mirror and soon came out again.
His expression upon exiting was identical to the previous two.
However, the matter did not end there, because after Zhao Pingchuan came out, he likewise said to the fourth junior brother: "That 'Loser Calls Me Dad' is indeed strange. Go try it."
Then things entered a quite bizarre cycle.
"Fifth Junior Sister, your movement technique is good. Go try and see if you can dodge that punch."
"Sixth Junior Brother, you excel at defense—"
"Seventh Junior Brother, your escape technique—"
"Eighth Junior Sister, your illusion technique—"
One after another, the disciples of the Taiyi Sword Sect lined up to enter the mirror, and lined up to be beaten out.
In the hallway of the entire Taiyi Sword Sect station, disciples were crouching or sitting against the walls in groups of twos and threes, looking dazed as if they had just woken from a nightmare. Some stared blankly at the cracks between the floor tiles, while others' lips moved slightly as if repeatedly reviewing those few breaths of battle. A strange atmosphere of bewilderment permeated the hallway.
...
After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
The Taiyi Sword Sect Master, Zhongli Yuan, appeared at the door. Looking at the disciples crouching on the floor in the hallway with faces as pale as ash, he took a deep breath.
"Were you all beaten by that 'Loser Calls Me Dad'?"
Eight heads looked up toward the sky.
Zhongli Yuan looked up with them, silent for a long time.
"...Just which sect is the opponent from?"
Mu Chen shook his head. "The mirror only shows the mirror name and realm, not the sect. Third Realm, though the specific level can't be seen."
"Third Realm." Zhongli Yuan suddenly felt a toothache.
His majestic Taiyi Sword Sect, a first-rate sect established for over two thousand six hundred years—the twelve competition disciples carefully selected this time had all been beaten into a daze by the same Third Realm cultivator in the mirror.
"Go back and reflect well. Continue preparing for battle tomorrow." The old Sect Master forced himself to swallow the second half of his sentence.
Where did such a strange thing come from... This generation of Taiyi Sword Sect disciples is truly worse than the last. If it were him in his youth, he certainly wouldn't have been beaten into such a state!
The elderly Sect Master and his disciples surprisingly shared the exact same thought process.
"Scatter, scatter." Zhongli Yuan waved his hand and turned to leave. As he reached the end of the hallway, he faintly heard the ninth junior brother's voice from behind: "Hey, Eighth Senior Sister, how many breaths do you think I could last if I went in?"
Zhongli Yuan's footsteps paused.
"I said don't go!" Mu Chen's voice drifted out from the room.
"Oh."
Zhongli Yuan patted his forehead, feeling that the future of the sect was bleak.
...
While the Taiyi Sword Sect was filled with wails of grief, the atmosphere at the other end of this farce was entirely different.
Wenjian Sect station, guest room.
Gu Chengming withdrew from the mirror and stretched his somewhat sore shoulders and neck.
After several consecutive hours of high-intensity matching, even with a physique far exceeding his peers, he was somewhat fatigued.
He glanced at the system panel, his gaze falling on the progress bar for the Dad Coins.
【Dad Coin - Taixu Sword (Completed)】
This was the first one he had obtained, from that Third Realm, Seventh Level sword cultivator. Below it, a pile of incomplete tokens had appeared, such as 【Dad Coin - Taixu Sword II】, 【Dad Coin - Taixu Sword III】, 【Dad Coin - Taixu Sword IV】, 【Dad Coin - Taixu Sword V】, and so on—all Taixu Swords.
Gu Chengming stared at these lines of text, feeling quite emotional.
As expected of the Taiyi Sword Sect.
He matched with an opponent using a sword style that combined void and reality almost every two or three matches. Their fighting styles varied, but the underlying technique was exactly the same, clearly passed down from the same sect. The key was that after these people lost, they would match back up again after a short while.
Aside from the concentrated supply from the Taiyi Sword Sect, the other Dad Coins were scattered across several different opponents. Losing once wasn't enough to fully unlock a Dad Coin; much like the one the little dragon gave, they were only in an 'incomplete' state.
But then again, Dad Coins were indeed quite useful for him currently. After all, they were stackable short-term boosts, and he could find almost no substitute for them in his existing system. To conquer the room of 【Hundred Bones Resonating of Love】, he needed as many independent sources of boosts as possible.
Therefore—
Sorry, everyone from the Taiyi Sword Sect.
I'll accept your filial piety.
...
Inner city of Floating Islet City, a quiet residence.
Ji Yixi sat at a low table, several shimmering jade slips laid out before her.
These jade slips recorded the spiritual energy fluctuations in Floating Islet City over the past three days, the abnormal movements of various sect stations, and various intelligence circulating in the markets.
She practiced the 《Great Record》. Although she could observe parallel world lines, this observation was not omniscient and was extremely taxing on her mind. Especially with the confirmed premise that the Longevity Sect might intervene, any variable could trigger a series of changes. Because of this, intelligence gathering in the present world was even more important.
In mid-air, the fist-sized black dragon was circling the roof beams out of boredom, occasionally stopping to paw at the hanging gauze curtains with its claws.
Ever since that 'father recognition' incident that night, the little dragon had been in a state of extreme discomfort. It spoke as little as possible, fearing it would say the wrong thing and cause another embarrassing scene.
A moment later, Ji Yixi put down a jade slip and shook her head.
"From current observations, there are no signs of contamination in the Floating Heaven Profound God Mirror."
The little dragon sneered. "This seat told you long ago that those cowards from the Longevity Sect wouldn't show their tails so easily. Expecting that guy to find a hidden trap just by going in for a few rounds is simply fantastical."
Ji Yixi did not argue. The Longevity Sect acted with great secrecy; if they could be easily detected, the Daqian Imperial Family would have uprooted them long ago. Her inviting Gu Chengming into the game was originally a casual move. It would be best if he could find a clue, but even if he couldn't, she could use this to observe the behavior and bottom line of this 'variable' named Gu Chengming.
She turned her gaze to the information about Gu Chengming on the jade slip.
Then she saw his mirror name.
—Loser Calls Me Dad
"?"
A question mark appeared over Ji Yixi's head.
...
Three days later.
East District of Floating Islet City, Wangyun Tower. As one of the most popular restaurants in the city, the three-story wooden building looked exceptionally grand under the glow of spiritual lamps. During the grand competition, it was packed every day.
Three days was enough for a name to go from unknown to known by everyone in Floating Islet City.
And the four words 'Loser Calls Me Dad' happened to hit the exact spot that cultivators loved to discuss over tea and meals.
At a window-side seat on the second floor, several young disciples from different sects were sitting together, several jars of spiritual wine and plates of exquisite spiritual beast jerky on the table.
"Have you heard?" A disciple in the gray-white Daoist robes of the Tianji Pavilion lowered his voice. "The rumor about the 'Dad-calling sword' inside the mirror."
Opposite him, a Wanfa Sect disciple was stuffing jerky into his mouth and nearly choked upon hearing this.
"What was that?"
"'Loser Calls Me Dad.'" The Tianji Pavilion disciple explained, "That's the person's mirror name. It's said that among Third Realm cultivators, no one has been able to last ten breaths against him."
"You're bragging, right?" The Wanfa Sect disciple looked incredulous. "Less than ten breaths? That's too exaggerated."
"I personally saw a Third Realm, Fifth Level senior brother from our pavilion withdraw from the mirror." The Tianji Pavilion disciple's voice dropped even lower. "His eyes were glazed over. He sat on his bed in a daze for a long time, muttering something about 'this child is unfilial' and the like."
The Wanfa Sect disciple swallowed the jerky, his expression turning subtle.
The table went silent for a moment.
"...Has anyone found out which sect he's from?"
"Can't find out. The mirror only shows the mirror name, not sect information. But judging by his use of a sword array, there's a high probability he's from a major sect."
"He could also be a rogue cultivator," someone else added. "True geniuses don't necessarily come from famous sects."
"Could a rogue cultivator control ten flying swords to form a complete sword array at the Third Realm?" The Tianji Pavilion disciple shook his head. "That level of divine sense reserve is impossible without the support of a top-tier technique."
The group discussed for a while, but ultimately no one could reach a conclusion.
Meanwhile, in the Central District of Floating Islet City, at the Talisman Market.
Inside a talisman shop named 'Thousand Mechanism Shop,' two cultivators picking out concealment talismans were talking in low voices.
"Do you think that rumor is true or false?"
"Which rumor? There are too many rumors lately."
"That one. It's said there's a person named 'Loser Calls Me Dad' who has beaten every participating disciple of the Taiyi Sword Sect."
"That's too ridiculous, isn't it? One person beating a whole sect's lineup?"
"That's why it's a rumor. And apparently, it's not just the Taiyi Sword Sect; over the past two days, more and more disciples have been coming out of the mirror with the wrong look on their faces."
The old man who was the shopkeeper pricked up his ears behind the counter, not even flipping a single page of his ledger.
In these two days, he had heard no fewer than seven or eight versions of the 'Loser Calls Me Dad' rumor.
The most ridiculous version said the person was actually a Fifth Realm great cultivator in disguise, smurfing in the Third Realm matching pool to bully rookies. Others said it was an unbeatable phantom specially created by Mohist cultivators for testing.
But without exception, no news of this person being defeated had ever surfaced.
...
As time passed, this matter spread wider and wider, gradually fermenting within Floating Islet City.
When a rumor ferments to the point where even an old man selling talismans on the street can say a few words about it, the core disciples of major sects naturally couldn't remain indifferent.
The vast majority chose to wait and see. A few disciples confident in their strength silently entered the mirror to investigate, then silently came out and joined the ranks of the observers.
Among all the sects, the one most interested in this matter was naturally the type that loved to calculate all karma.
Tianji Pavilion station.
The Tianji Pavilion had been established for over three thousand years, famous throughout the world for its deduction techniques.
The disciples of the pavilion always prioritized the word 'hide'—hiding their edge, hiding their weaknesses, and hiding their secrets.
A phrase in the Sect Master's admonition had been passed down for generations: "Heavenly secrets must not be leaked; if leaked, they lose their efficacy." Under the influence of this sect culture, most Tianji Pavilion disciples were steady in character, disliked being flashy, and were slow in speech and action, giving an ethereal sense of "let the wind and waves batter you, I remain unmoved."
Most Tianji Pavilion disciples were like this, but there were exceptions to everything.
Wang Yan, the leader and chief disciple of the Tianji Pavilion for this grand competition, was that exception.
Speaking of this Wang Yan, within the Tianji Pavilion, he was mostly loved and hated in equal measure.
Wang Yan's talent was beyond doubt. At the Third Realm, Sixth Level, and only thirty-six years old, he practiced the Tianji Pavilion's crowning treasure, the 《Tianji Deduction Art》.
This art was famous for calculating heavenly secrets. When cultivated to a profound level, one could glimpse the lines of destiny and anchor the future.
Wang Yan's attainment in this art was the highest in the Tianji Pavilion in nearly a hundred years. The Sect Master once didn't spare any praise: "This child's comprehension of the path of deduction can be called a gift from heaven. Given time, he may glimpse realms that even the ancestors of the Tianji Pavilion never reached."
After these words spread, everyone in the Tianji Pavilion looked at him with new eyes.
One must know that the Tianji Pavilion Sect Master was famously tight-lipped. Squeezing a 'good' out of his mouth was considered a huge compliment; the words 'gift from heaven' had never been used on any disciple before.
If it were just this, Wang Yan's emergence would indeed be a top-tier blessing for the Tianji Pavilion.
But this was only the 'loved' part of the love-hate relationship. As for the 'hate'...
In summary, it was because Wang Yan's personality was far too flashy.
The Pavilion Master had sighed to his direct elders in private more than once: "If this kid could just sew his mouth shut, he'd be perfect." But perfect people don't exist, so the Tianji Pavilion could only accept its fate.
...
Tianji Pavilion station, Wang Yan's guest room.
The furnishings in the room were a bit more cluttered than those of other disciples.
Several opened jade slips were spread out on the writing desk. In the corner, a pile of spiritual stones and copper coins were arranged in a seemingly messy but actually specific pattern—these were auxiliary tools he used for his daily deductions.
Wang Yan sat behind the desk, spinning a copper coin in his hand as he listened to the report from the junior brother opposite him.
The one reporting was the third-ranked disciple of the Tianji Pavilion, named Su Qiming, at the Third Realm, Fourth Level.
He was one of the few in the Tianji Pavilion who could keep up with Wang Yan, with a steady character and meticulous way of doing things.
"Third Realm cultivator, specific level unknown. Since entering the mirror, he has zero defeats."
"A complete sword array composed of ten flying swords, domain suppression suspected to be a Sword Domain prototype, and extremely terrifying close-quarters combat ability. The most notable record is defeating the Taiyi Sword Sect's chief disciple Mu Chen, at the Third Realm, Seventh Level, after which multiple Taiyi Sword Sect disciples went to challenge him and all were defeated."
Wang Yan leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling and laughing.
Seeing this smile, Su Qiming's heart skipped a beat.
He knew his senior brother all too well. Whenever the other party showed this kind of smile, it meant he was about to do something that would give the Sect Master a headache.
"Senior Brother, the Sect Master instructed that before the grand competition, we should conserve our energy and not engage in prolonged battles with strong enemies inside the mirror to avoid exhausting our minds," Su Qiming tried to remind him.
"I know." Wang Yan tossed the copper coin up.
Su Qiming breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"I plan to perform a deduction first." Wang Yan caught the copper coin again.
Su Qiming became nervous again.
The Tianji Pavilion's deduction techniques were peerless in the cultivation world. As long as enough information was gathered, karma could be calculated.
"Senior Brother wants to deduce this person's techniques and weaknesses?"
"Correct." Wang Yan put the copper coin back on the table and began rummaging through the jade slips on the desk. "Let's see exactly how many cards he has up his sleeve, then decide whether to personally take the field."
Su Qiming's hanging heart settled slightly. If it was just pure deduction, it shouldn't cause any trouble.
Although it wouldn't lead to a humiliating situation like the Taiyi Sword Sect being beaten into public knowledge, even falling into a disadvantage would inevitably lose face for the Tianji Pavilion.
...
Half an hour later.
Wang Yan sat cross-legged at the edge of the array diagram, his eyes slightly closed, his fingers tapping lightly in the air.
The Tianji Pavilion's deduction technique was fundamentally different from ordinary divination. Divination was 'requesting instructions' from the Heavenly Dao; the answers obtained were often vague and ambiguous, requiring extensive interpretation. The Tianji Pavilion's deduction technique, however, cast all determined facts into karma and derived the most likely result through exhaustive calculation.
Simply put, divination was fortune-telling; deduction was solving a math problem.
The problem Wang Yan was solving now had an extreme number of variables.
In Wang Yan's deduction career, this was considered quite time-consuming. He usually took a few dozen breaths at most to deduce the technique styles of peers at the same realm.
But this time, whenever he tried to lock onto the technique system of 'Loser Calls Me Dad,' the variables would undergo a bizarre divergence, as if the techniques on this person weren't just one or two, but a whole set of nested composite systems.
Finally, the copper coins on the deduction array stopped vibrating, and the final result condensed into a beam of spiritual light projected into the void.
Wang Yan opened his eyes and looked at that spiritual light.
—【Recommendation: Filial Piety】
"?"
A question mark appeared over Wang Yan's head.
At that moment, a knock sounded at the door. Wang Yan hurried to withdraw the spiritual light.
"Senior Brother, what is the deduction result?" Su Qiming's voice came from outside.
Wang Yan opened the door, a smile on his face, though his eyes weren't smiling as he said, "Very valuable for reference."
Su Qiming noticed an almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his senior brother's eye.
"...So the result is?"
"My certain victory!"
Su Qiming knew things were bad as soon as he heard this.
"Senior Brother, the Sect Master said—"
"The Sect Master said 'conserve energy and avoid exhausting the mind.'" Wang Yan sat on the couch and picked up the sub-mirror. "I'm just going for one match; it won't exhaust much mind."
Su Qiming opened his mouth but ultimately couldn't stop him. He only sighed and left the room.
Since Senior Brother said it's a certain victory, it should be fine... right?
Before leaving, he turned to look at Wang Yan, who was injecting spiritual energy into the sub-mirror. His face was calm, but the fingers holding the mirror were slightly strained, his knuckles turning white.
It should... be fine... right?
...
Wang Yan held the sub-mirror in his palm, spiritual energy injected steadily.
Inside the mirror.
White platform, circular arena.
Ten zhang ahead, light gathered into a tall and straight phantom.
Wang Yan stopped the copper coins flying in his hand, his gaze moving up to settle on the four large characters floating above the opponent's head.
【Loser Calls Me Dad】
The corners of Wang Yan's mouth twitched twice. The previous deduction result 'Recommendation: Filial Piety' flashed through his mind. Instead of making him feel reverence, it stirred an even stronger desire to win.
The array patterns at the edge of the arena lit up one by one. The moment the countdown ended, the barrier closed.
Wang Yan didn't dare to be the least bit careless, starting with a killing move of the Tianji Pavilion.
With a flick of his wrist, three copper coins flew out in a triangular formation, hovering in mid-air. His hands formed seals at high speed as he shouted in a low voice:
"Six Yao Sealing, Heaven-Deducing Array!"
The three copper coins instantly split into hundreds and thousands of golden phantoms, weaving into a massive Bagua array diagram centered on Wang Yan.
The array diagram operated ceaselessly, each hexagram madly swallowing the surrounding spiritual energy.
The Tianji Pavilion's combat style was never head-on. Instead, it used deduction to calculate the opponent's next move and set traps in advance, making every step the opponent took feel like falling into a swamp, until they were eventually strangled by the power of karma.
The array was complete. Wang Yan raised his eyes to look ahead.
Ten flying swords appeared around the phantom without any warning, the sword array rotating slowly.
Wang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. Kun position, Sheng Gate—there would be a probing attack in three breaths. Qian position, Si Gate—seven follow-up moves were hidden there.
Deduction results fed back into his mind continuously. Wang Yan's fingertips moved slightly, preparing to manipulate the nodes of the Bagua array diagram to counterattack.
However, the phantom opposite did not act according to any of the routes he had deduced.
The ten flying swords suddenly burst with dazzling light, but they did not attack forward. Instead, they all turned their sword tips to point at the phantom itself.
Immediately after, the phantom moved.
"Boom!"
The white platform let out a muffled sound of being overburdened. The phantom was like a cannonball leaving the barrel, carrying the ten flying swords as it brutally crashed into Wang Yan's Bagua array diagram.
Wang Yan's pupils shrank. Tens of thousands of variables appeared in his mind, but all variables ultimately pointed to the same result—
Unstoppable.
Wang Yan didn't even have time to crush the death-substitution talisman in his hand.
He only saw a fist expanding infinitely in his vision.
That punch carried the power of blood and qi like an overturning sea. Before the wind of the punch even arrived, the surrounding virtual space already showed signs of collapsing.
"Bang!"
There was no suspense.
The moment Wang Yan's projection came into contact with the fist, it directly disintegrated into a sky full of light rain.
The panel popped up.
【Battle End】
【Defeated by: Loser Calls Me Dad】
...
Tianji Pavilion station, guest room.
Wang Yan snapped his eyes open, gasping for air. Staring at the deep blue sub-mirror before him, his gaze was dull, his mind a total blank.
Extremely light footsteps came from outside the door, followed by Su Qiming's tentative inquiry:
"Senior Brother, what was the result?"
Wang Yan did not answer.
Su Qiming pushed the door open and saw his senior brother slumped on the couch, his face as pale as paper, the three copper coins he usually polished until they shone scattered on the floor.
He hurried forward a few steps, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it over, thinking to himself: Oh no.
It seems he's finished again.
Senior Brother said certain victory just now; could it be they ended in a draw?
"Qiming," Wang Yan looked up at the sky, his tone airy. "What do you think is the pinnacle of the Tianji Deduction Art?"
Su Qiming was stunned for a moment, answering properly, "The Sect Master once said: perfect calculation, insight into the universe."
"Sigh... at least from that perspective, I still calculated correctly."
Hearing this, Su Qiming's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself: Senior Brother couldn't have calculated that he would lose, then insisted on certain victory to save face, only to go in and get bloodily abused, right?
Thinking this, Su Qiming tried to comfort him: "Senior Brother, combat is ever-changing. An occasional slip-up..."
"It wasn't a slip-up."
Wang Yan interrupted him and started laughing:
"It's time for me to show my filial piety."
Su Qiming swallowed hard and took half a step back. "Senior Brother, calm down. The Sect Master said for you to conserve your energy..."
"Haha! Even if I'm showing filial piety, I'm going to be the most filial one!"
It's over. Senior Brother has truly gone mad.
...
Meanwhile.
Wenjian Sect station.
Gu Chengming's eyes lit up as he looked at the refreshed system panel before him.
【Dad Coin - Tianji Deduction (Completed)】
Dropped another token?
And it was filled after just one match?
Before this, the only one who could fill a token in one match was the Third Realm, Seventh Level chief disciple of the Taiyi Sword Sect.
Gu Chengming was a bit surprised, recalling the battle just now.
That last opponent was indeed different from the ones before.
The person's reaction speed far exceeded those of the same realm. Facing his ten-flying-sword array, not only was the person not quickly defeated like other opponents, but they also relied on some extremely precise predictive ability to maneuver within the sword array for a full ten breaths.
Harder to deal with than the Taiyi Sword Sect's chief, and the opponent's technique style was very special... Tianji Pavilion?
Gu Chengming remembered the group of disciples in gray-white Daoist robes he had seen in the square on the first day they entered the city.
The Tianji Pavilion was world-famous for its deduction techniques. If the opponent was indeed from the Tianji Pavilion, then the ability he had just shown made sense.
But regardless of which sect it was, getting a Dad Coin was good news.
【Dad Coin - Tianji Deduction (Completed)】
【Effect: Upon activation, grants 'Spiritual Intuition' boost for a short time. During the boost, the precision of sensing spiritual energy fluctuations is significantly increased.】
Gu Chengming was quite satisfied as he collected this Dad Coin into his panel and checked the overview.
Currently completed Dad Coins: two.
Taixu Sword, Tianji Deduction.
One boosts sword intent, one boosts perception, and the boost effects of the two Dad Coins do not conflict and can be used together.
Although it was still far from conquering 【Hundred Bones Resonating of Love】, at least the direction was correct.
Gu Chengming took a deep breath.
The path of the Dad... is full of potential.