In the Eastern Tang, he was one of the top geniuses, possessing outstanding talent. Also wholeheartedly devoted to the martial dao, his achievements in the martial dao even surpassed those of his brothers.
Being able to enter Broad Creed Mountain, even donning a blue robe and becoming an elite disciple, being heavily groomed by the clan, was in itself an affirmation of his abilities.
However, the Lu Wen before him, while being of similar age as Zhao Ming, had a cultivation base that was not just a level higher.
At his current age, Zhao Ming had already reached the mid outer aura Martial Scholar realm, which was already rather rare.
However, Lu Wen had long since reached the late outer aura Martial Scholar realm.
The difference between the two was like wearing a blue robe, with Lu Wen's robe having an additional black border.
And the Yan Zhaoge beside him was even more shockingly talented. Before leaving the Mountain the last time, he had still been a late inner aura Martial Scholar. Having returned this time, he had actually already completely surpassed him, Zhao Ming, reaching the late outer aura Martial Scholar realm!
This kind of cultivation speed could already no longer be described as shocking, but as horrifying.
Towards this, Zhao Ming completely couldn't feel any jealousy, only envy.
Looking at the Lu Wen who had just arrived, Zhao Ming said in an indifferent tone, "Thank you for your pointers, senior apprentice-brother Lu."
Zhao Ming was also clear about the competition between Fang Zhun and Yan Di.
That was too high a level, not something he could intervene in. However, to Zhao Ming, which side he should walk closer to, this was completely not an issue of choice at all.
Of Broad Creed Mountain's younger generation, Lu Wen and Yan Zhaoge had always been on bad terms. Zhao Ming was well aware of this.
"Don't cultivate in any other martial arts, focusing solely on the Big Dipper Sword for ten years. Perhaps you will be able to feed me moves." Glancing at Yan Zhaoge, Zhao Ming thought of that year's competition in the Big Dipper Sword. After Lu Wen had won, he had left behind these words, ultimately provoking this old friend of his to forsake the Big Dipper Sword, instead creating his own Coiling Dragon Sleeve.
Yan Zhaoge looked calmly at Lu Wen. This was a tall, handsome youth, a faint air of arrogance and self-confidence emanating from between his brows.
As the Heaven's favoured son of Broad Creed Mountain's younger generation, Lu Wen had this confidence and qualification.
Especially when Yan Zhaoge's gaze fell on the top of Lu Wen's head.
"Oh, you've stepped into the Xiantian Martial Scholar realm. Congratulations, congratulations," Yan Zhaoge said nonchalantly, raising his brows.
Hearing this, Zhao Ming was stunned. His expression became much more solemn. He carefully sensed with his heart instead of just looking with his eyes.
Indeed, above Lu Wen's head, there seemed to be a faint ray of spiritual light rising up, piercing through the horizon, faintly discernible.
"He has really stepped into the Inborn Realm!" Zhao Ming's eyes narrowed. That was the Spiritual Light of Heaven and Earth Resonance. It meant that a martial artist's martial arts and Stellar Energy had been refined into wisps of spirituality to communicate with the outside world.
When the spiritual light was completely condensed and visible to the naked eye, it meant that the martial artist had stepped into the Heavenly Connection Realm and was one with nature.
Xiantian Martial Scholars were able to control whether their spiritual light was visible or not. Lu Wen clearly wasn't controlling it at this moment, clearly displaying it in front of others.
Yan Zhaoge chortled.
Lu Wen had also been keeping an eye on the Qilin Spring Baptism. After all, the opportunity was limited.
Now, there was still a chance left. Lu Wen could still try to fight for it. If not, he would probably be even more depressed.
However, the fewer opportunities there were, the more cautious the elders of the sect would be in their decisions, and the harder it would be for Lu Wen to fight for it.
As Lu Wen came up the stairs, his gaze similarly fell on Yan Zhaoge.
The joy of having successfully stepped into the Xiantian stage had vanished without a trace not long after he had left seclusion.
In less than a year's time, Yan Zhaoge had soared from the late inner aura Martial Scholar realm all the way to the late outer aura Martial Scholar realm. Such a speed left him wide-eyed and tongue-tied.
If not for his breakthrough in seclusion this time, Yan Zhaoge's cultivation base might even have already caught up to his.
What shocked him even more was that Chao Yuanlong and Xiao Shen had been consecutively defeated by Yan Zhaoge, with Xiao Shen even directly slain.
Others might not understand how strong Xiao Shen was, but Lu Wen couldn't be clearer on it. At the same age as Broad Creed Mountain and the Sacred Sun Clan, he and Xiao Shen had been the brightest of talents, having started competing since their youth, and it had already been almost ten years since then.
He couldn't do anything to Xiao Shen, and Xiao Shen also couldn't do anything to him.
This time, Lu Wen had successfully stepped into the Xiantian Martial Scholar realm first, finally being a step ahead of Xiao Shen.
However, such an opponent had actually been slain by the even younger Yan Zhaoge in a one-on-one battle.
How could Lu Wen not feel shocked to the core by this?
The previous generation's Yan Di and Fang Zhun were competing; how could there not be competition between their third generation as well?
With regards to Yan Zhaoge, one news after another that left people dumbfounded and tongue-tied, if not for the fact that Lu Wen's willpower was strong enough, he might have directly sunk into chaos, losing all will to compete.
Him emerging from seclusion, being a step ahead of Xiao Shen, should have originally caused quite a bit of a reaction within the clan, causing everyone to feel happy about it.
But looking at it now, it seemed like a joke.
Lu Wen even hoped that no one would care about it, no one would mention it.
The Qilin Spring Baptism that he had originally been determined to obtain had now also become hard to predict.
"And also congratulations to you, junior apprentice-brother Yan, for stepping into … the late outer aura Martial Scholar realm."
Looking at Yan Zhaoge, Lu Wen said slowly.
Smiling, Yan Zhaoge suddenly said, "What is learned on paper is ultimately shallow; knowing that this matter must be done with practice."
Lu Wen's gaze hardened, as he looked at Yan Zhaoge. Yan Zhaoge smiled mildly, "Empty words and talking on paper do not have much use. Some things, you can only know exactly what is going on after you have actually experienced it."
"Oh? You mean to say that I only know how to talk empty words? " Lu Wen strode forward, coming before Yan Zhaoge, "Other things don't matter; in the dao of the Big Dipper Sword, I believe that within the Martial Scholar realm, I have some say in it."
Yan Zhaoge's performance in the Eastern Tang had been too domineering; when the news had spread back to the clan, it had even caused everyone to feel a sense of disbelief.
If not for Shi Tie's proof, there really would have been quite a few people who would have thought that Yan Zhaoge had been exaggerating.
Although he felt it to be inconceivable, Lu Wen still chose to believe it. And it was precisely because of this that he felt an immense amount of pressure.
On one hand, emotionally, the Yan Zhaoge who was far younger than him had suddenly advanced by leaps and bounds, looking like he was about to overtake him, caused Lu Wen to feel an urgent need to prove himself.
On the other hand, rationally, unless it was absolutely necessary, Lu Wen actually wanted to wait and see, not first entering into a direct conflict with Yan Zhaoge.
However, while he might not be able to do so in other areas, if they were to compete in the field of the Big Dipper Sword, Lu Wen had absolute confidence.
Let alone those of the younger generation, even including all the Heavenly Connection and late Xiantian Martial Scholars, of Broad Creed Mountain's Martial Scholars, he, Lu Wen, was the number one in the Big Dipper Sword!
It was even to the extent that some Martial Grandmaster experts, even if their Big Dipper Sword were stronger, it was still due to their cultivation bases suppressing others.
In terms of attainments in the Big Dipper Sword alone, they were also inferior to him, Lu Wen.
That year, it was precisely him who had suppressed the youth before him to the point that, in a fit of anger, he had abandoned the Big Dipper Sword, switching to creating his own sword arts.
In this domain, he had the confidence to suppress the sharpness of Yan Zhaoge who was currently in the limelight.
"Since you say so, actions speak louder than words. It just so happens that the two of us both cultivate in the Big Dipper Sword; I'll demonstrate it for junior apprentice-brother Zhao." Yan Zhaoge smiled, not saying anything more as he directly raised his hand, his index and middle fingers forming a sword, piercing towards Lu Wen's face.
Lu Wen raised his brows slightly, "Good move."
Immediately substituting a sword with his fingers, similarly forming a Big Dipper Sword, he met Yan Zhaoge's fingers.
The two did not utilize their aura-qi, competing purely with the variations of their sword arts.
Even so, Zhao Ming by the side could only feel that on the third floor of the Martial Repository before him, flowing light shone, the seven stars converging!
"Seven Stars Worshipping the North is indeed the foundation of the Big Dipper Sword, with its myriad variations never departing from its core," Yan Zhaoge said casually to Zhao Ming, "Occupying the position of the North Star is the main point of the Big Dipper Sword."
"However, how to occupy it? Enemies are not puppets, sitting and watching you execute it, especially opponents who are familiar with our clan's Big Dipper Sword; they will even try to snatch the position of the North Star from you, or force you to deviate from it … "
As Yan Zhaoge spoke, he strode forward, his sword-shadows intersecting, directly forcing Lu Wen back a step.
Zhao Ming's eyes lit up, knowing that this was precisely because Yan Zhaoge had seized the position of the North Star, thus gaining the upper hand!
Lu Wen gave a low snort, similarly changing his sword-arts, his figure moving as he forced Yan Zhaoge back once more.
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