Supreme Sword Exalt

One person looked at Gu Han. “You’re quite lucky.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not a sword cultivator.”

“Right, otherwise, we’d definitely ask him for some proper guidance today. We rarely get to see Sword Prince, after all!”

The crowd started talking one after another. It seemed like encountering Sword Prince was akin to an immense stroke of luck.

Sword Prince showed a modest smile. “Calling it guidance is a bit much. It’s merely mutual exchange and verification of sword dao insights. There are very few sword cultivators in this world, so encountering one is quite rare.

“Besides, I wish for every sword cultivator in the world to be like a dragon. That’s my lifelong aspiration! That senior back in the day also felt the same... But enough of that. I happen to have some free time right now.”

Then, he looked at Gu Han again. “Come, let me take a look at your sword.”

His confidence, of course, was not feigned. Not only did he possess considerable comprehension of the Sword Dao, but he had also guided many people like Song Jian, who couldn’t even find the threshold to sword cultivation.

His most iconic phrase was exactly this, “Come, let me take a look at your sword.”

Gu Han’s face twisted with disgust. “Who even are you?!”

That old blind man had said the same thing to him. Yet unlike Sword Prince, despite possessing unfathomably profound Sword Dao cultivation, the old man remained kind and carried none of the airs of a peerless master. That was why Gu Han respected him immensely.

Above all, Gu Han didn’t think the other’s sword dao attainment was anything special at all.

The crowd whispered among themselves.

“This man is arrogant!”

“With Sword Prince’s level of sword dao attainment, isn’t receiving his guidance basically an honor?”

“This guy doesn’t know what’s good for him!”

“Heh, turning away a golden opportunity that came knocking, isn’t that just too stupid?”

Their words carried contempt and disdain for Gu Han.

Sword Prince shook his head, disappointed. “What a pity. Since you don’t want to become a dragon, I won’t force you. But as a fellow sword cultivator, I must say this, broaden your horizons and open your heart. Only then can you go further, your sword sharper!”

The implication was clear: “Since I’ve kindly offered to guide you, you must gratefully listen. Don’t you know what’s good for you? How narrow-minded.”

Feeling repulsed, Gu Han laughed coldly. “Sword Prince? What, there’s someone with the surname Sword?”

Fatty shook his head. “Don’t you know? Sword Prince here is a big shot, born with a natural talent for being a know-it-all teacher. His reputation is way bigger than this me. He was born with innate cheapness clinging to him. As for the surname, he changed it himself.”

“You can change your surname?”

“You can do the same if you’re shameless enough.”

Gu Han thought for a moment, then said seriously, “It’s not for me, then. Besides, I can’t bear the weight of that surname.”

Sword Prince narrowed his eyes slightly. The sword on his back trembled non-stop, and countless strands of sword qi burst forth, shaving off several cun of the ground within three zhang of him.

Oblivious to his companion’s warning look, a cultivator jumped out, eager to curry favor. “Which random fatty is this?! How dare you disrespect Sword Prince!”

Fatty’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m none other than Fu Yulin with nine Dao Bell rings!”

Many who didn’t know Fatty’s identity gasped. They hadn’t seen Fatty before, but the name “Fu Yulin with nine Dao Bell rings” was just as famous as Sword Prince’s in this region

That man’s expression turned serious, his attitude changed drastically, and he immediately bowed. “So it’s Young Sect Master Fu! My utmost respect! I am—”

“Fuck off!”

“Yes, right away!”

Despite being a master of a small sect, the man didn’t hesitate to activate his cultivation and rolled into a ball, vanishing in a flash.

No one dared to laugh. The Fu family was an absolute behemoth. They could ignore Gu Han, but they didn’t dare offend Fatty, nor could they afford to.

However, Wu Sheng was different. Seeing Fatty reminded him of his own old ancestor’s misfortune, and his anger flared up. “Brother Sword has always been benevolent and righteous, having guided many cultivators. But there are always ignorant fools who twist his good intentions. I can’t let you slander him any further!”

Gu Han stared at him. ”Do you also have the surname Sword?”

Wu Sheng didn’t catch on. “What? I’m a filial son and devoted grandson.”

Gu Han gave a thumbs up. “To reach your level, I’m impressed!”

Fatty chuckled. “Exactly! His old ancestor is on the verge of death, yet instead of staying by his side, Young Master Wu has the nerve to come here and play lackey for someone else. Might as well change his surname to Sword too!”

Wu Sheng’s eyes blazed with fury. “Hey!”

The crowd inwardly shuddered. Almost everyone knew about this matter.

Months ago, the Wu family’s ancestor had crossed realms, only to have his clone destroyed and his main body severely injured. Shortly after, three more peak absolute experts had come to the Wu family. They fought fiercely in succession, worsening his injuries to the point of near death. Rumors said one of them was the Fu family’s old ancestor, Fu Dahai!

After Fatty’s explanation, Gu Han understood Wu Sheng’s identity. “That’s him?”

Only then did he learn that the Wu old ancestor had not only been slashed, but repeatedly tormented by Yan Qianjue and the other two as well. Now, he was barely hanging on by a thread. Wu Han had killed Yang Ying. Regardless of branch or main family, Gu Han had no good feelings toward the Wu family.

He laughed coldly. “That Wu old ancestor crossed realms with such awe-inspiring majesty, heard but not seen. First arrogant, then submissive, fleeing at the mere sight of trouble. Such utter shamelessness, even I am rendered speechless.”

Wu Sheng radiated a chilling killing intent, his Half-Step Transcendent realm cultivation on full display. He charged forward with a flash of gray light. “How dare you insult my old ancestor! You’re just looking for death!”

Fatty also laughed sinisterly, shining bright with golden light. “I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time...”

Just then, Gu Han’s figure blurred as he met Wu Sheng head-on.

Fatty was startled. “What are you doing?! That curse—”

Gu Han’s voice came over. “Don’t worry. Does a scrub like this even deserve my full effort?”

Sword Prince shook his head. “This guy is arrogant.”

At that moment, their figures collided. Wu Sheng’s gray light flared brightly, enveloping Gu Han entirely, seemingly keen on dissolving him. However, Gu Han acted as if he didn’t notice, simply raising his right fist. Sharpness condensed around his knuckles as he slammed it down hard.

A powerful force erupted with the two at its center. Except for a few individuals, everyone else was forced back repeatedly. Amid the swirling gray light, Wu Sheng felt the sensation of flesh being stripped away and bones eroding grow increasingly clear.

Wu Sheng was overjoyed. “You’re asking for death!”

Despite only having seven Dao Bell rings, he possessed a special physique from which the gray light originated. It could dissolve any ordinary cultivator who came into contact with it. His confidence soared after seeing Gu Han charge straight into it.

Yet in the next moment, his smile froze. Gu Han was unaffected at all!

He was stunned for a moment. “You’re actually a body cultivator—ah!”

Gu Han’s eyes flashed brightly for an instant. A pain as if his very soul was being torn apart followed immediately. A trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, and he completely lost control of the gray light. The Undying Sword Soul, divine sense into sword!

Gu Han’s fist landed heavily on him, sending him flying backward, coughing up blood.

The crowd found it difficult to see through Gu Han’s methods. They only saw Wu Sheng charge over, Gu Han met him, and then punched him flying?

The entire process took less than one breath. For a moment, they simply couldn’t tell if Wu Sheng was too useless or Gu Han was too strong. Moreover, Gu Han was actually a body cultivator?