Legend of Swordsman - Chapter 5322
Chapter 5322: A Promise?
Translator: Endlessæantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
On the arena.
Brolys aura became stronger and stronger as he fought.
His physical body had already reached perfection, and his entire body had become stronger. His body was like a pinnacle true treasure, indestructible.
His weapon was also very strange. It was a supreme treasure glove. As he punched it, the supreme treasure in his hand began to tremble.
“10,000-fold divine body.” Jian Wushuangs eyes narrowed. He didn’t expect Broly’s divine body to continue rising. His divine body had already broken through 10,000 times.
His origin souorce Dao was comparable to that of cultivators from the outside world.
Among the same cultivation level, in the Four Great Secret Realms, there were probably few sources as powerful as Broly.
The Tai’a Sword, who initially held the upper hand in the battle against Broly, was now gradually losing ground, showing signs of exhaustion.
This scene caused a drastic change in the expressions of the onlookers at the Tideviewing Pavilion.
The third defeat.
The Lord of Shangqing Palace remained unfazed. He didn’t care much about the younger generation; losing face was the worst that could happen, but it wouldn’t affect him.
However, it was different for the Grand Elder. He had always been in control of the younger generation, and while losing a sword duel once was normal, losing twice was considered the limit.
Now, he had suffered a third defeat.
Without waiting for Jian Wushuang to sweep through, the remaining half of the Emperor’s sons and Daoists would probably be enough to make them lose the other half.
This exceeded his expectations.
Elder Jiu Jian had a different perspective. Losing wasn’t terrible; what was frightening was the Grand Elder’s inability to accept defeat.
The foundation of the younger generation needed a change long ago. After this event, he would seek permission from the ancestor to make adjustments.
Additionally, efforts to recruit independent cultivators needed to increase, and financial resources should be allocated more heavily.
Cultivation focused on method and wealth.
These two aspects accounted for the majority. While the Shangqing Palace naturally lacked no cultivation techniques and supreme arts, financial resources might be relatively scarce, mainly due to the limited influence. If they could unify Liuzhou, the position of the Shangqing Palace would ascend to a higher level.
“This one!” Elder Jiu Jian gazed at Broly on the arena. Although this individual possessed both potential and strength, he was not a swordsman. Bringing him into their fold wouldn’t be of much help.
On the other hand, his father could be persuaded. Brolys displayed strength surpassed even Zhu Bachi, quickly making him a candidate for the tier 4 Emperor.
A future tier 4 Emperor, possibly even reaching tier 5, was worth recruiting.
Elder Jiu Jian’s thoughts shifted, and he immediately transmitted a message to the attendants on the periphery, “Spread the word, after the grand ceremony, keep the father and son Broly. Whatever requests they make, agree to them.”
This approach might not sit well with the Palace Master and the Grand Elder, but it was a method of accumulating strength.
During the previous upheaval in Liuzhou, an ancient ruin emerged. Due to a shortage of manpower, they suffered a significant loss. In the face of the great powers’ wars and the overwhelming number of cultivators, their own formidable individuals were too few.
Boom!
“We’re going to lose!”
Many sighed. Although some swordsmen were not from Shangqing Palace, they still did not want to see a swordsman defeated by an outsider.
Jian Wushuang was indifferent to this.
Broly gave him a strange feeling. If necessary, he would engage in a battle with him, using the power of Devouring to examine Broly’s origin source.
It was the first time he had encountered an origin source that grew stronger with each battle.
He didn’t inform the old man with the sheep horns about this matter because, aside from him, it seemed that many others had not paid too much attention to Broly’s increasing aura.
“Broly wins! ”
Returning to the Tideviewing Pavilion, Broly spoke very little. Just a slight nod, he accepted the golden sword and then returned to his place. Bukun’s face was full of smiles as he kept praising Brolys bravery.
Swoosh!
Under everyone’s gaze, Broly gave the golden sword to his father, Bukun!
Many people Imew about this, but they didn’t expect Bukun to be so shameless, actually openly asking his son for something.
It was simply a disgrace to the Emperor’s face.
Many cold-hearted sword cultivators snorted and turned away, refusing to look.
In response, the father and son remained calm and composed.
Bukun graciously accepted the sword, then walked directly towards Jian
Wushuang.
“Your Highness Wushuang, please accept this golden sword!”
“Huh?” Jian Wushuang turned to look at the bowing Bukun, full of confusion.
What is this person up to?
He took his son’s golden sword, and then turned around to give it to him.
Other powerful individuals witnessing this scene also showed expressions of disbelief.
You don’t compliment someone like that. do you?
“Emperor Bukun, I can’t accept this golden sword,” Jian Wushuang quickly declined. While the golden sword would be immensely useful to him, he didn’t want to gain without contributing.
He had devoured even the origin source of the universe; why would he care about a strand of Emperor’s origin source?
Bukun raised his head, glanced at the old man with goat’s horns, and once again bowed to Jian Wushuang, respectfully saying, “l am weak in the way of the sword. Even if I obtain the golden sword, I won’t have the fortune to use it. Such a treasure will only have great utility in Your Highness’s hands. I am willing to offer this golden sword in exchange for a promise from Your
Highness.”
A promise?
Jian Wushuang was speechless. What value did his promises hold?
Wasn’t this essentially giving away treasures? If Bukun knew his true identity, he probably wouldn’t act this way. He was just an inheritor, with no distinguished background.
The trial hadn’t even concluded.
After the trial, when they settled into the Four Great Secret Realms, their status wouldn’t be exceptionally high. After all, their potential was great, but their strength wasn’t yet formidable.
Let’s not talk about the Dao Fusion; the native Dao Lord’s origin was weak, and the chances of Dao Fusion were high—usually successful.
Apart from Dao Fusion, Jian Wushuang didn’t believe that his future days would be smooth.
The current trial was just a selection; once they entered the Four Great Secret Realms, the challenges would become more severe.
Did anyone truly think that Qishen Temple inheritors would swagger around the Four Great Secret Realms with overwhelming strength?
However, an empty promise in exchange for a golden sword, Jian Wushuangs conscience could accept it. It wasn’t a bad deal.
Whoosh!
Jian Wushuang flipped his hand and took out a peak-level treasure along with a fruit that enhanced origin power.
The former was a decent Innate Treasure, used to guard the origin source. It was a treasure typically used by Emperors outside, but its value wasn’t as high in the Four Great Secret Realms, perhaps around 10,000 godstones.
The latter was somewhat special, valued at around fifty thousand divine stones. Combined, it still didn’t match the worth of the golden sword.
The crucial point was that Jian Wushuang only had these few items left. The former was a treasure guarding the origin source, and the latter was just removed from his own body.
“I’m not fond of owing others favors. Take these treasures.”
Jian Wushuang made a slight movement, extracting a strand of Extreme Dao origin source from his own origin source, accompanied by the power of all things.
“Is this strand of origin for the young master?” someone remarked as the origin became apparent, visible to everyone.
“This origin source…?”
“It’s incredible!”
Jian Wushuang hadn’t expected that simply taking out a strand of origin source would cause such a stir among the onlookers.
“Dao Friend Wushuang, where did you get this origin source?” Hun Tianjun fixed his gaze on the origin source, his eyes burning with intensity.
Realizing his mistake, he quickly spoke to change the topic.
Upon hearing this, Jian Wushuang immediately responded, “It was bestowed by my elders, nothing precious!”
