“You remember well?”“Even if I’m bad at other things, my memory is good, isn’t it? I’m the fastest at memorizing forms. It’s just that I’m slow at understanding and executing them.”Luo Wuhen muttered with a sullen expression.Perhaps it really was puberty, because his emotions seemed to rise and fall like waves, changing from one moment to the next.“It can’t be helped. Everyone’s innate talent is different.”“Hearing you say that makes it hurt even more.”Luo Wuhen pushed his lips out in a pout.After all, Cang Wuyin, the greatest genius Shaolin had ever produced, was standing right in front of him. There was a reason he had been entrusted with the ultimate secret among Shaolin’s secrets, the Three Dharma Swords.“My words aren’t finished yet. Everyone’s talent is different, but bringing it to bloom and making it fully flourish is a different matter. The martial path has no end. The end only comes at the moment of death. If you don’t give up and keep going until just before you die

As Cang Wuyin walked, his thoughts turned to the current Wandering Sages’ Sect Leader and the Sage Successor. Before long, he arrived at the Guest Reception Hall.Perhaps because the children of prestigious families had come, they had been given a separate annex. The sharp sounds of metal striking metal could already be heard from the courtyard.“They’re certainly full of vigor. It hasn’t been long since they arrived, yet they’re already sparring.”“People who do nothing but eat and train, of course that’s natural. Camaraderie is important, but raising one’s own name and the honor of one’s family is important too. If one has strength, it’s not impossible to enter the Five Great Families.”“The Peng Family of Hebei, the Hwangbo Family, and the Murong Family did come and go often.”Luo Wuhen, following half a step behind Cang Wuyin as though accompanying his senior uncle, nodded.Unlike the Nine Great Sects, whose positions had remained firmly established, the Five Great Families could

Rong Tianxuan headed straight toward Cang Wuyin.“Huh?”“What is it?”“Why is he going over there?”His sudden movement drew murmurs from everyone who was not currently sparring.Since Rong Tianxuan was heading directly toward Zhaoling, Zhao Wuheng, and the others for no obvious reason, the surrounding disciples could not help but find it strange.A few, however, seemed to understand what he intended to do, and their eyes immediately brightened.“Greetings. I am Rong Tianxuan of the Rong Family.”After crossing the courtyard at a brisk pace, Rong Tianxuan gave Zhaoling and Zhao Wuheng a light bow before turning his attention to Cang Wuyin and Luo Wuhen.Luo Wuhen’s eyes widened.He had not expected one of the Four Dragons, much less the young lord of the Rong Family, to approach them and offer a greeting first.Caught off guard, Luo Wuhen hurriedly pressed his palms together.“I, it’s an honor to meet you! I am Luo Wuhen, the second head disciple of Shaolin!”“The pleasure is mine.”“

Rong Tianxuan had poured everything he had into that final strike, yet once again, it failed to reach Cang Wuyin.Cang Wuyin’s sword had stopped his blade halfway.“……I’ve lost.”“You worked hard.”Rong Tianxuan had expected the possibility of defeat, but he had never imagined that his strongest attack would be stopped so easily. For a moment, his expression went blank.Of course, he had not simply accepted the result without fighting back.The instant their swords collided, Rong Tianxuan gathered every bit of strength in his body and drove his sword forward. He had intended to knock Cang Wuyin’s blade away through sheer force, then use the opening to launch another attack.But it did not work.No matter how much strength he poured into his sword, Cang Wuyin’s blade remained exactly where it was. Rong Tianxuan pushed until his face turned red, yet he could not move it even slightly.“I learned a lot.”“So did I.”Rong Tianxuan accepted the result, but losing had not extinguished his f

Cang Wuyin continued the tedious training, repeating the same movements over and over again.Then, a familiar Buddhist invocation came from one side of the front courtyard.“You have arrived.”“You knew I was coming?”An old monk stood there with a string of one hundred and eight prayer beads around his neck. The years had left their mark on his face, but there was still a calm dignity about him.His expression showed a hint of surprise.From the looks of it, Cang Wuyin had known he was there even before he made his presence known.“I knew you were watching.”“Hoh.”Zhaoyuan, Cang Wuyin’s master and the Abbot of Shaolin, raised his brows slightly at the calm answer.He had not even tried particularly hard to hide his presence, but sensing him from that distance was not something an ordinary martial artist could do.For that reason, Zhaoyuan looked at his disciple with renewed interest.At the same time, he realized that the rumors circulating around the temple in recent days were not