Rebirth of the Revered Sword Sovereign

Chapter 5

‘She was pretty back then too.’

Unlike Luo Wuhen, who had practically lost himself at the sight of the Three Phoenixes, Cang Wuyin remained perfectly calm.

Even after seeing the three women regarded as the most beautiful in the Central Plains, his expression barely changed.

Zhao Wuheng, who had been glancing at him from the side, looked genuinely confused.

It was obvious now that Cang Wuyin truly had no special interest in the Three Phoenixes. He was not pretending to be indifferent. He simply was.

“How can you be so unfazed, Senior Uncle?”

“I am admiring them as well.”

“Not at all though? You’re really indifferent. To me, it feels like you’re just looking at a well-drawn painting or a well-written piece of prose.”

“Should I be panting like you instead?”

“W-when did I ever pant?!”

Luo Wuhen’s voice immediately rose.

He was not trying to argue. He was genuinely flustered, and his face quickly turned red again.

“Put your hand on your chest and reflect on yourself. Think about the look in your eyes when you were staring at the Three Phoenixes.”

“You’re too much…….”

There was no way Luo Wuhen could refute that.

He lowered his head, his shoulders drooping as though he had been thoroughly defeated. Anyone seeing him might have felt sorry for him, but Cang Wuyin did not.

He had always believed that disciples needed to be raised strictly.

Besides, at fifteen, Luo Wuhen was already old enough to marry.

“What do you think, Young Master Wuyin? About the skills of the rising juniors.”

Zhao Wuheng asked in place of the dispirited Luo Wuhen.

The question sounded casual, but there was more behind it than simple curiosity. He wanted to know what Cang Wuyin truly thought of the young martial artists gathered here.

“They are excellent.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Aren’t they all from prestigious families? Their foundations are all solid.”

“And the Four Dragons?”

“Wouldn’t it be more appropriate to ask Senior Disciple instead of me?”

Zhao Wuheng had tried to draw out Cang Wuyin’s true opinion, but Cang Wuyin calmly redirected the question toward Zhaoling.

Zhao Wuheng was caught off guard by how smoothly he had avoided the question.

“They seem like talents with much to look forward to.”

“Hem hem! Indeed. In fact, more than half of those over there will eventually become the heads of their respective families.”

Zhaoling’s answer was as safe and proper as expected, leaving Zhao Wuheng slightly disappointed.

This was not what he had been hoping to hear.

The rising juniors nearby had also begun paying attention to their conversation.

With Zhaoling, the head disciple of Shaolin, standing alongside the Sage Successor of the Wandering Sages’ Sect, it was only natural for them to attract attention.

“Who is that person?”

“He’s the only one with hair?”

“He’s wearing a sword. Is he a disciple of another sect?”

“But doesn’t the atmosphere look really friendly?”

While the men were still absorbed in their sparring, the women had gathered into small groups and quietly discussed the people in the courtyard.

Their eyes repeatedly drifted toward Zhaoling and Zhao Wuheng.

Eventually, they all settled on Cang Wuyin.

There was nothing unusual about Zhao Wuheng having hair, since he was from the Wandering Sages’ Sect. Cang Wuyin was different.

“That’s what I’m saying. His position is right between Great Master Zhaoling and the second head disciple. And they’re talking so comfortably.”

“Is he a lay disciple? If the ranking is first-generation disciple, then it would make sense for the second-generation disciple to be so flustered.”

“But even so, he looks too young. Even if he’s a lay disciple, can he really converse that comfortably with Great Master Zhaoling?”

The women exchanged confused looks.

No matter how they considered it, they could not figure out Cang Wuyin’s identity.

Among them were the three women known throughout the Central Plains as the Three Phoenixes.

“Unni, don’t you think that person is quite handsome?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Unni, since your elder brother is so handsome, I guess your standards are just high.”

Yun Zhenyuan, the treasured jewel of the Yun Family, puffed out her cheeks at Rong Xuanming’s response.

Even though Rong Xuanming herself was the precious gem of the Rong Family, her standards seemed unusually demanding.

“It’s not necessarily that. Maybe it’s just a matter of taste? But who could he be?”

“I’m curious too. He doesn’t look like someone of ordinary status.”

“Could he be a disciple of Shaolin? Shaolin has sword techniques and blade techniques as well.”

Rong Xuanming’s eyes brightened.

Exceptional swordsmen and blade masters did occasionally emerge from Shaolin, even if such cases were rare.

“They do exist, but I heard they’re difficult to master, so they usually aren’t passed down.”

“Doesn’t that just mean his talent is extraordinary?”

“Hm.”

Yun Zhenyuan narrowed her eyes.

She was a member of the family known as the Divine Yun, and her intelligence was considered second to none. She studied the young man carefully, paying particular attention to someone who appeared to be around the age of coming of age.

“And wouldn’t there be a reason why Lord the Sage Successor went over there?”

“That’s right. In fact, this time too, it didn’t feel like they joined by coincidence.”

“Who could he be?”

Rong Xuanming also continued examining the young man, but there was little she could determine from appearance alone.

There were limits to what the eyes could reveal.

Yet they were not the only ones wondering about him.

“Could it be him?”

“Most likely.”

“But he doesn’t look particularly special?”

Rong Tianxuan, the foremost of the Four Dragons and one of the greatest rising juniors of the Orthodox Martial World, frowned with doubt.

Cang Wuyin looked nothing like the person his father had described.

Yun Zhaoming, whom Rong Tianxuan considered a friend, seemed to feel the same way.

Despite everything they had heard, there was nothing particularly extraordinary about the young man at first glance.

“He could be in the state of Return to the Origin Realm.”

“That realm isn’t something just anyone can reach. Return to the Origin Realm.”

“Or it could be a martial art that doesn’t reveal its aura easily. Honestly, not much is known about Shaolin’s sword techniques, right? Aside from the sword arts practiced by lay disciples, the ones comparable to the Seventy-Two Ultimate Arts.”

“That’s true.”

Rong Tianxuan nodded.

The Rong Family was known as the greatest sword clan under heaven, and their pride in swordsmanship was matched by their knowledge of it.

For that reason, they knew more about Shaolin’s sword techniques than most other families, which only made Cang Wuyin more intriguing.

“What will you do?”

“At times like this, there’s only one method. We have no choice but to collide head-on.”

“As expected, you’re bold.”

“You’re curious too, aren’t you?”

“That’s why I’m rooting for you.”

Yun Zhaoming gave him a sly smile.

Rong Tianxuan answered with a quiet snort of laughter before turning toward Cang Wuyin.

Without another word, he started walking.