Three days passed in a flash.

Xiao Chen followed the group from the Sword Dao Academy and flew toward the peak of West Mountain.

A moment later, everyone arrived at the summit.

The various peaks of West Mountain were already crowded with people. As one of the Ten Great Sacred Lands, the Sword Dao Academy naturally had its own designated spot at the summit.

Dean Meng and the others arrived at an open space and took their positions. There were no cultivators from other forces nearby, as if this area belonged solely to their Sword Dao Academy.

Not long after they landed, cultivators from the Xuantian Sword Sect, Sword Pool Ancient Temple, Blood Sword Sect, Nether Sword Sect, Taiqing Sword Sect, Heartless Sword Sect, Great Evolution Sword Sect, Ethereal Sword Sect, and the Sword Dynasty arrived in succession.

For a time, the entire peak of West Mountain became extraordinarily lively.

The young cultivators of the Great Sacred Lands were usually high and mighty existences. Those participating in the West Mountain Sword Discussion were all Heavenly Prides of these Sacred Lands; they adopted arrogant postures the moment they landed.

In contrast, the leaders of the Great Sacred Lands greeted each other with smiles.

"Old Man Meng, apart from Tang Xuan, what other strong individuals does your Sword Dao Academy have this time?"

An old man with a celestial demeanor asked this while stroking his beard.

The Dean of the Sword Dao Academy laughed. "Old Man Xuan Dao, stop trying to probe the reality of my Sword Dao Academy. You should worry about your Taiqing Sword Sect instead."

"See if you can snatch a seat in the Sword Emperor Cliff from among the Nine Great Sword Sons. This old man remembers that in the last sixty-year war, your Taiqing Sword Sect had no disciples enter the Sword Emperor Cliff."

Xuan Daozi blew into his beard and stared in anger. "Good, you Old Man Meng, you actually uncovered this old man's scar. This time, my Taiqing Sword Sect will definitely shake West Mountain with its fame and let your Nine Great Sacred Lands witness the might of my Taiqing Heavenly Prides."

"Yo," Dean Meng continued sarcastically. "I thought your Taiqing Sword Sect was going to suppress Xuantian with the sword this time, but is that all?"

"Hmph!"

Xuan Daozi snorted coldly and did not continue to bicker with Dean Meng.

Elder Ku Jian and the others pursed their lips and snickered on the side when they saw this scene.

Xiao Chen did not know what kind of grievances these two Saints had, but he was not curious and did not ask.

This small interlude did not affect the proceedings of the West Mountain Sword Discussion.

At noon, an imposing old man carrying a long sword on his back flew into the sky.

The old man merely glanced around the summit, and the originally noisy mountain peak instantly became silent. Even a powerhouse like Dean Meng revealed a trace of apprehension in his eyes the moment he looked at that old man.

"Everyone, this old man is Ba Jian. According to the rules of the West Mountain Sword Discussion, my Xuantian Sword Sect won the top spot last time, so this time the event will still be presided over by my Xuantian Sword Sect..."

Ba Jian lived up to his name. Although he did not deliberately release the pressure from his body, every word revealed an incomparable dominance.

A moment later, Ba Jian spoke again: "Now, this Saint announces that the West Mountain Sword Discussion begins now!!!"

As his words fell, the entire peak of West Mountain boiled over with excitement.

The disciples of the various Half-Saint forces were eager to try one by one, ready to make a move at any time.

For the Heavenly Prides of these Half-Saint forces, they participated in the West Mountain Sword Discussion not to enter the Sword Emperor Cliff, but to display themselves so that they could join a Sacred Land.

Although there had been stories of disciples from Half-Saint forces fighting their way into the top ten in the West Mountain Sword Discussion.

However, that was something that happened several years ago, or even once in ten thousand years. The West Mountain Sword Discussion was still the stage for the Heavenly Prides of the Great Sacred Lands.

Soon, the sword cultivators of the Half-Saint forces began to enter the stage. The West Mountain Sword Discussion did not have an arena; the cultivators participating in the discussion all duelled in the mid-air surrounding the mountain peaks.

Cultivators able to participate were at least at the Dao Integration Realm. Even if they were knocked down from this immense height, their lives would not be harmed.

Xiao Chen quietly watched the exchanges between the disciples of the various Half-Saint forces. After several rounds of duels, Tang Xuan asked, "Senior Brother Xiao, among these disciples of Half-Saint forces who have appeared, is there anyone who can catch your eye?"

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Their comprehension of Sword Intent is passable, but in terms of temperament, they are far inferior to Ah Ye. In my opinion, if a sword cultivator wants to succeed, they must not only have extraordinary understanding but also a tenacious Sword Heart. Their Sword Hearts are not worth mentioning in my eyes."

Tang Xuan cupped his hands and said, "I have been taught. Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

In the blink of an eye, the day's sword discussion quickly ended, and nearly a hundred cultivators from Half-Saint forces had appeared successively to participate. However, in the end, only a very few were fancied by the big shots of the Sacred Lands and accepted as disciples.

The next day, the sword discussion continued. It was still the disciples of the Half-Saint forces who appeared. By evening, the group of Half-Saint forces stopped sending disciples to participate in the discussion.

A thought involuntarily emerged in the minds of all the cultivators present: the good show was finally about to begin.

In the early morning, a touch of the rising sun shrouded the peak of West Mountain, dyeing the entire mountaintop a golden yellow. At this time, all the forces were already standing on the mountaintop.

Compared to the relaxed and free expressions on the faces of the Great Sacred Land disciples over the previous two days, things were different. Today, every disciple carried a bit of solemnity, and their eyes were full of fighting intent when looking at the surrounding cultivators.

Ba Jian stepped into the air again, and his gaze quickly fell on Xuan Daozi. "Xuan Dao, according to the rules, the disciples of your Taiqing Sword Sect should challenge first."

"En." Xuan Daozi responded with a very strange expression. The faces of the few disciples behind him showed a posture of being impatient to enter the stage.

Seeing this scene, Liu Yue'er could not help but ask curiously, "Senior Brother Tang, isn't it true that anyone can go on stage for this West Mountain Sword Discussion? Why is the Taiqing Sword Sect willing to appear first?"

In a sword discussion, whoever went on stage first would be at a disadvantage, unless one side could suppress the heroes. Tang Xuan smiled and said, "This is because the Taiqing Sword Sect was at the bottom in the last sixty-year war, so they can only suffer a little. I wonder which force the Taiqing Sword Sect will challenge?"

"It wouldn't be our Sword Dao Academy, would it?" Liu Yue'er muttered subconsciously.

Tang Xuan smiled and said, "Our Sword Dao Academy ranks in the top three in the Sword Continent. As long as the Taiqing Sword Sect has a brain, they wouldn't dare to challenge us."

Just as his voice fell, a sword cultivator in white clothes whiter than snow, looking like a banished immortal, walked out of the Taiqing Sword Sect. He spoke in the direction of the Sword Dao Academy, "I am Yuan Ke of Taiqing. Does Tang Xuan of the Sword Dao Academy dare to fight me?"

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Tang Xuan's face instantly vanished. He never expected the slap in the face to come so quickly.

"Hmph, why wouldn't I dare!" Tang Xuan snorted coldly, then took a step forward and walked into the air.

Liu Yue'er watched his receding figure and muttered, "Senior Brother Tang shouldn't blame me, right?"

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Rest assured, Junior Brother Tang will only vent his anger on that person named Yuan Ke."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yue'er was about to ask about Yuan Ke's background, but Elder Ku Jian on the side stroked his beard and muttered, "Strange, why has this old man never heard of this person named Yuan Ke?"

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