As the saying goes, 'three words make a tiger'. If one person said the same thing, others might doubt it. But if two people said the same thing, others might doubt it. But now, when so many people in the Zong Clan were discussing how bad Qin Wentian's character was, everyone gradually began to believe it.
As for Zong Hong, although he was arrogant, his temperament could still be considered righteous. It was impossible for him to lie. Since he said that he personally paid a visit to the Sword Son, there was no way he would lie.
Since Zong Hong personally paid a visit to seek guidance from Qin Wentian, it meant that he was admitting to his mistakes. Qin Wentian was the Sword Son of the Zong Clan, a leading figure among the younger generation. Yet, he was so arrogant and even tried to stall Zong Hong. It seemed like he truly wasn't a suitable candidate to be the Sword Son.
Gradually, some of the elders started to have opinions about Qin Wentian.
Especially for an elder, Zong Hong's uncle. He personally suggested to the clan lord that Qin Wentian's status as the Sword Son be revoked. However, the clan lord objected. He went to report this to the doyens but was rejected by them as well.
Naturally, Qin Wentian had no idea about this. During these few days, he had been concentrating on condensing his Astral Nova.
Another night passed. In the skies above the Zong Clan, a beam of sword light flashed as rays of resplendent sword-shaped astral light cascaded downwards. Abruptly, a terrifying sword might permeated the entire Zong Clan.
In the Zong Clan, many people opened their eyes and stared at the resplendent astral light in the skies. When they sensed that terrifying sword might, their hearts trembled.
"This sword intent actually contains the will of a king," someone murmured. It was unknown who it was that had comprehended the King's Sword.
Those from the Zong Clan were all extremely sensitive to sword intent. Hence, the majority of them could feel the sword might radiating from it. However, only the clan lord Zong Yi knew that this sword might was condensed from Qin Wentian's Sword Astral Nova.
Many people extended their perception towards the location where the sword might originated from. Abruptly, the sword might vanished without a trace. Their perception arrived at a courtyard, only to see Qin Wentian sitting on the ground, staring at the skies with a faint smile on his face.
"Everyone, what's the matter?" At this moment, Qin Wentian uttered. He could naturally sense that many people's perception had descended upon him.
Those senses instantly retracted like a tide, as if they had never existed. The doubts in their hearts grew. Why was this person here? Was he cultivating just now?
Where did the aura of the Emperor Realm Sword come from?
Qin Wentian closed his eyes as his perception faded away. He calmly sensed the changes in his Yuanfu. A sword-shaped Astral Nova sat in the center of his fourth Yuanfu. The entire Yuanfu was gradually transforming. The luster of the Astral Nova changed, and the Astral Energy within the Yuanfu grew even more intense. This was a qualitative change.
His four Yuanfu were linked together, and the resplendent Astral Energy seemed to form a bridge that frenziedly circulated within his body. Within his body, a powerful aura permeated the air.
That was the aura of the Heaven Star Border Realm.
As his fourth Astral Nova was condensed, Qin Wentian finally stepped into the Heavenly Dipper Realm.
Not only that, he was a terrifying existence with four Yuanfu and four Astral Novas. For others, even if they had multiple Astral Novas, they would only be within a single Yuanfu. Qin Wentian, who cultivated the Art of Nine Astral Novas, was completely different from others.
At this moment, the sky gradually brightened as a ray of light appeared in the eastern horizon. Those from the Zong Clan gradually became more active.
After a night of rest, they either slept or cultivated. Early in the morning, it was the best time to stretch one's muscles and bones, cultivate their innate techniques and techniques, or spar with each other in sword techniques.
Qin Wentian stretched his body a little before walking out. These few days, he had been condensing his Astral Novas and hadn't had a chance to relax. Right now, the morning air was extremely refreshing, and it was extremely comfortable to stroll around the Zong Clan.
On his way out, Qin Wentian met several people, and when he saw the gazes of those people on him, they all had strange expressions on their faces, as though they were intentionally avoiding him. This caused Qin Wentian to have a bitter smile on his face. He was an outsider, yet he had become the Sword Son of the Zong Clan. Was it really so hard for others to acknowledge him?
As he walked, Qin Wentian arrived at the training grounds of the Zong Clan. Here, there were several members of the younger generation practicing their swordsmanship. The majority of these people were at the Yuanfu Realm, ranging from the first level to the ninth level. Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns were already considered important characters in the Zong Clan. Those at the third level of Heavenly Dipper and above could become elders, and those at the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper could become doyens.
Staring at these youthful silhouettes, Qin Wentian's lips curled into a smile. Although it had only been a short five years since he started cultivating, because of the experiences he had gone through, he felt as though a very long time had passed. He exuded a sense of steadiness that didn't belong to his age, and when compared to these youthful silhouettes, he felt a sense of incompatibility.
Maybe, it was because of his experiences, or maybe, it was because of his cultivation base.
But very quickly, Qin Wentian's sharp senses sensed that the youths from the Zong Clan were all looking at him with unfriendly gazes.
Although he wasn't a Sword Son, as someone from the Zong Clan, there was no need for them to treat him this way, right?
At this moment, a young girl about eighteen or nineteen years of age walked to the side of Qin Wentian. This young girl had delicate features that still contained hints of immaturity. She walked to the side of Qin Wentian, appearing somewhat reserved. She had personally witnessed Qin Wentian's strength that day. How powerful, even before his sword was unsheathed, Zong Hong and the rest didn't even dare to act against him.
"Qin Wentian, that day when Zong Hong went to seek guidance from you, did you really chase him away?" The young girl asked in a light voice, her words causing Qin Wentian to frown as he asked in bewilderment, "Did Zong Hong say anything?"
The lips of the young girl twitched as she stared at Qin Wentian. "Qin Wentian, you might be powerful, but as the Sword Son, you shouldn't have done such a thing. Since Zong Hong went to seek guidance from you, it means that he knows he was in the wrong. You should be the one guiding him instead."
Qin Wentian stared at the innocent eyes of the young girl, he knew that this young girl had a simple and honest heart. Looking at the gazes of the others, he knew that they were all silently cursing him in their hearts.
"Gossip is a fearful thing." Qin Wentian silently shook his head before he lightly laughed, "What's your name?"
"Zong Lian," the young girl replied in a light voice.
"Cultivation is a matter of oneself. Everyone's spiritual roots are different, their talent is different, their experiences are different, and their comprehension would be different as well. In the future when you cultivate, you mustn't follow the path of others just because you see how powerful they are. You have to find the path that suits you the most. You only need to carefully sense and comprehend the energy of others. Only the path that you like, the path that you are proficient in, would be the most suitable for you."
Qin Wentian smiled. "Cultivation is originally about following one's heart. If one's heart isn't, how can one cultivate? This is my understanding, just listen to it. I won't force my understanding on you."
Zong Lian pondered for a moment before she nodded her head lightly and smiled, "In that case, it's not that you don't want to know Zong Hong, but you want him to have his own understanding?"
"Zong Lian, come over here." At this moment, a cold voice drifted over. Zong Lian inclined his head only to see a young man staring in his direction as he called out to him. This young man stared at Qin Wentian, his gaze filled with coldness.
Zong Lian stuck out his tongue, after which he glanced at Qin Wentian as he spoke in a low voice, "I'll go first."
Qin Wentian turned his gaze over only to see Zong Peng and Zong Hong appearing behind the young man, both of them staring in the direction of Qin Wentian.
Zong Hong's countenance turned cold as he spoke, "If I were you, I would give up my position as the Sword Son."
Qin Wentian stared at Zong Hong as he lightly shook his head. His countenance turned serious as he stated, "As a swordsman, only with a righteous heart can one wield the sword. You insulted me several times but I didn't hold it against you. When you came to visit me, I told you to comprehend your own path, yet you slandered me behind my back. With such a character, how can you cultivate the sword?"
As the sound of his voice faded, Qin Wentian took a step forward as a surge of sword might gushed forth. His eyes were as sharp as swords, and in that instant, Zong Hong felt his entire body trembling. Qin Wentian's voice pierced right into his heart, wanting to crush his sword heart.
"As a swordsman, you should focus your heart on the sword. With a strong sword heart and a strong sword Dao, the identity of a swordsman is dispensable. What's the point of having it? And you, you've fallen into a demonic barrier. Zong Hong, ask yourself, how can you be worthy of the sword in your hand?" Qin Wentian coldly spoke again, his gaze sharper than before, causing Zong Hong's heart to tremble.
"Impudent!"
A voice thundered as a middle-aged man's sword intent gushed forth, enveloping Qin Wentian.
This man's hair fluttered in the wind as he stared at Qin Wentian. "As the Sword Son, do you feel very proud to bully Zong Hong?"
"Elder." The people around him all bowed slightly when they saw the person who just arrived.
This elder was none other than Zong Hong's father. He was the one who came to meet the Clan Lord, wanting to revoke Qin Wentian's position as the Sword Son.
Qin Wentian turned his gaze onto the person who just arrived. This elder's cultivation base was at the third level of Heavenly Dipper.
"As the Sword Son, you used your strength to bully the weak. Zong Hong personally came to seek guidance from you, yet you expelled him. How can the Clan Lord bestow the position of the Sword Son to such an arrogant disciple?" This elder stepped out as a terrifying sword intent gushed forth, pressing down on Qin Wentian.
However, Qin Wentian stood there calmly, his countenance as calm as ever.
"The position of the Sword Son?" Qin Wentian silently shook his head. "Impossibly foolish."
"What did you say?" That elder's voice grew even colder. Qin Wentian actually dared to talk back to him?
"Qin Wentian, you are too impudent." At this moment, Zong Peng who had been silent all this while finally spoke. He turned his gaze onto Qin Wentian as he coldly continued, "It's fine if you use your strength to bully the weak, but now, you even dared to talk back to an elder. Your position as the Sword Son has already incurred the wrath of the masses. I, Zong Peng, initially wanted to strip you of your position after the battle at the sword range. However, seeing how impudent you are, I have no choice but to speak up."
As the sound of his voice faded, Zong Peng stepped out as his sword intent gushed forth. He stared at Qin Wentian, "I, Zong Peng, challenge you to a battle. If you win, I won't make things difficult for you. However, you have to hand over the Sword Son's sword. You are not worthy."
Qin Wentian turned his gaze onto Zong Peng, before glancing at Zong Hong who was beside him.
Zong Hong's gaze flickered. Not only that, his earlier words had clearly touched Zong Hong. Although Qin Wentian was arrogant, he didn't seem like a despicable person.
Looking at Zong Peng again, he had a righteous look on his face, yet it caused Qin Wentian to feel a sense of hypocrisy.
"You are not worthy," Qin Wentian faintly spoke, his words causing the countenances of the crowd to stiffen as they stared at Qin Wentian.
What an arrogant fellow. Before Qin Wentian, Zong Peng was the strongest contender for the position of the Sword Son. And now, he issued a challenge to Qin Wentian, yet Qin Wentian said that he was not worthy.
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