Chu Kuangren's mastery of Dao techniques was too high.
Especially after he had gone into closed-door meditation for three years to gain insights into the Emperor's Scripture, his understanding of Dao techniques was probably not far off from that of a Sage.
Chu Kuangren suddenly had an idea when he realized that. What would happen if he were to mentally spar with a Sage now?
He had thought of mentally sparring with a Sage a long time ago.
However, he never had the chance to do so.
Now, the chance was right in front of him.
"Let's wait a little longer." Chu Kuangren took a deep breath and suppressed the impulse in his heart. It was not that he was afraid, but the Sage was giving a Daoist lecture now. It would be rude to suddenly spar with him.
At that thought, Chu Kuangren hugged the Descendant Self Sword in his arms. He no longer listened to the Sage's Daoist lecture and instead focused on understanding the mysteries of the Sword Soul.
To him, that was more useful than listening to the Sage's Daoist lecture.
…
Time passed, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The Sage's Daoist lecture had also ended.
Everyone gradually recovered from the Sage's Daoist lecture and looked like they had benefited a lot from it. Even the Honorables benefited.
"Thank you, Sage!"
One of the Honorable Supremes stood up and bowed.
"Thank you, Sage!"
The others also stood up and bowed, expressing their gratitude.
The Whitelock Saint smiled faintly. After this lecture, he had gained some merit. Although it was not very useful to the Merit Treasured Body, it was still meat no matter how small a mosquito was.
"That's the end of today's lecture. If you have any questions, feel free to ask," the Whitelock Sage said.
The cultivators' eyes lit up. They quickly took the opportunity to voice out their doubts and were all answered by the Sage.
"Sage, this is the Era of Great Battles. In your opinion, who has the highest chance of becoming an Emperor?" Ao Chang suddenly asked.
That question piqued the interest of many people.
However, the Whitelock Sage did not answer directly. Instead, he said, "This is a heavenly mystery that only we can fathom."
"How long do you think it'll take for another Emperor to appear?"
This time, it was Yuanhong who asked.
"This Era of Great Battles is an unprecedented change. The Great Dao has manifested, but to become an Emperor, one has to train hard. It might take a hundred years or even a thousand years," the Whitelock Sage said with a frown.
Even he had not advanced to Martial Emperor. Who knew how long it would take for someone to do so?
"Sage, I heard that the Mental Staircase in front of your palace can test a cultivator's Daoist core. Now that the Mental Staircase has collapsed, do you think Chu Kuangren's Daoist core is comparable to the Emperors of Old?"
Wuchen Zi glanced at Chu Kuangren and asked.
The corners of the Whitelock Sage's mouth twitched imperceptibly. He was aware that the Mental Staircase had been destroyed.
He could not fathom Chu Kuangren's Daoist core either. He dared not determine if Chu Kuangren's Daoist core was comparable to the Emperors of Old.
After all, this matter was too unbelievable. However, if he said that he didn't know, wouldn't he be embarrassing himself as a Saint?
Why do these little guys keep asking me things I don't know?
The Whitelock Sage suddenly thought of something. With a deep gaze, he pretended to be mysterious and said, "I can't say. I can't say."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other and were slightly puzzled. Can't say? What does this mean?
Everyone was extremely curious, but the Sage did not say anything. Even if they were so curious that they felt like ants were crawling in their hearts, there was no way they could know.
"Sage, I've been stuck in the Honorable Realm for two thousand years. May I ask how I can break through?" At that moment, an Honorable suddenly asked.
Although this question was still very difficult, compared to the questions that the previous Sages did not know, he still knew a little about it.
The sermon lasted for three days, and the question-and-answer session took two days.
The Whitelock Sage felt that it was about time, so he set his gaze on Chu Kuangren with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
This was because Chu Kuangren had been sitting on the same spot since the beginning. He neither listened to his sermon nor asked any questions. All he did was hug his sword.
Chu Kuangren was like a statue, not moving an inch.
The Whitelock Sage started to wonder why Chu Kuangren was there.
Not only the Sage, but the others also noticed Chu Kuangren's strange behavior. They looked at each other, not knowing what he was up to.
"Chu Kuangren, how dare you disregard the Sage's authority? How dare you be so rude in front of a Sage?"
An Honorable suddenly questioned Chu Kuangren loudly.
Buzz …
At that moment, the Descendant Self Sword trembled slightly, revealing half of its body. An incredibly terrifying sharp aura locked onto that Honorable.
That Honorable's face turned pale as if he was struck by lightning. That sharp aura made him feel like his life was hanging by a thread.
That sword was too terrifying.
The crowd was secretly shocked.
It was indeed worthy of being the Hundred Sword Spectrum's number one sword. It was the only known sacred sword that had merged with a Sword Soul. It truly lived up to its reputation.
Chu Kuangren slowly regained consciousness. He placed his hand on the Descendant Self Sword's hilt and sheathed it into its scabbard. He then caressed the sword's body as if he was comforting it. He softly murmured, "It's not worth getting angry over someone like him …"
Then, he looked around before he looked at the Whitelock Sage who was sitting on a futon. He smiled and asked, "Is the sermon over?"
The Whitelock Sage nodded. "Yes."
"Alright then. I have a question for you as well."
The crowd looked at him curiously.
"Please go ahead." The Sage's expression turned serious. How difficult would it be to answer a question that even a peerless sky-pride like him could not understand?
"The Sage has been preaching for three days and answering questions for two days. Are you tired?"
'What? '
The crowd looked at each other in confusion.
What kind of question was that?
"I'm alright," the Whitelock Sage replied. He too did not know what Chu Kuangren was up to.
"Heh, if that's the case, may I invite the Sage to spar with me now?" Chu Kuangren chuckled.
As soon as he said that, the crowd fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone was doubting what they had just heard.
What did they just hear?
Chu Kuangren wanted to spar with a Sage?!
"How dare you!"
"How dare you spout such nonsense, you little brat!"
A few terrifying auras instantly erupted. It was a few Honorables who were glaring at Chu Kuangren.
The Whitelock Sage was like a teacher to them when he preached to them, and they respected him immensely.
To them, Chu Kuangren's actions were no different from provoking the Sage. How could they not be angry?
Buzz!
A sword chime erupted!
An incredibly terrifying Sword-based Daoist Rhyme filled the air and instantly overpowered the Honorables' poise, forcing them to retreat.
The initially furious Honorables looked at Chu Kuangren in shock.
"I'm asking the Sage, not you guys."
Chu Kuangren glanced at the Honorables before he looked straight at the Sage. "I wonder if the Sage is willing to spar with me?"
His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and there was a hint of seriousness in it.
Everyone believed him.
Chu Kuangren really wanted to spar with a Sage!
At that thought, they did not know how to express their inner thoughts. They could not tell if they were shocked or disdainful.
However, there was one thing they were sure of. They would never dare to request a spar with a Sage like Chu Kuangren did.
They did not even dare to think about it.
"We're here to listen to the Sage's Daoist preaching, but this Chu Kuangren is here to spar with a Sage!"
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