2026-10-07 18:39:25The entire examination ground fell silent as Alexander stood before the ancient sword monument. It rose nearly ten meters tall, its surface covered with countless sword marks—some deep, some shallow, some looking recent, others so old that moss had grown inside them. This monument had existed for more than three thousand years. It was called the Azure Sword Monument.
Every disciple who wished to enter the Azure Sky Sword Sect had to face it. The monument did not measure cultivation. It measured something far more difficult: sword comprehension. A cultivator with weak cultivation could still receive a high evaluation if their understanding of the sword was extraordinary. Likewise, someone with powerful cultivation could completely fail.
Alexander remembered his first life. He had stood before this same monument when he was sixteen. Back then his hands had been shaking. He had been terrified. He had placed his hand against the stone, and nothing happened. The elders had laughed. One had even said, “A crippled young master from a declining family.”
Alexander had remembered those words for decades—not because they hurt, but because they had been true. Back then, he really was weak.
Now…
Alexander slowly raised his hand. His palm touched the cold stone.
Boom.
The world disappeared.
---
Alexander opened his eyes. He was standing inside a strange white space—no sky, no ground, no wind. Only an endless white world.
A voice echoed around him. “Candidate.”
Alexander looked around.
“Show me your sword.”
Alexander smiled. “My sword?”
“Your understanding.”
He looked at his hand. There was no sword. He laughed. “Interesting.”
The voice continued. “The first trial is simple.” A sword appeared in the distance. “Walk toward the sword.”
Alexander frowned. “That’s it?”
“Yes.”
He looked at the sword. It was a simple wooden blade—the same kind he had trained with as a child. Alexander stepped forward.
The moment his foot touched the ground—
BOOM!
A terrifying sword intent descended. His body became heavy. The pressure was enormous. A normal Body Tempering cultivator wouldn’t be able to move.
Alexander smiled. “That’s your first mistake.”
He took another step. The sword intent grew stronger. He continued walking—one step, two, three. The pressure increased with every step. Soon even Spirit Foundation cultivators would struggle. Alexander kept walking.
At ten steps, the pressure reached the level of a Spirit Core expert. At twenty, it reached Soul Awakening. At thirty, it reached Spirit Lord. Alexander continued.
The voice became confused. “Why are you not kneeling?”
Alexander laughed. “Because this isn’t real.”
Silence. The sword intent disappeared. Alexander continued walking.
The voice asked, “How did you know?”
Alexander stopped. “Because I created something similar.”
The voice fell silent.
Alexander looked at the distant sword. “This trial isn’t measuring whether I can withstand sword intent.” He smiled. “It’s measuring whether I can recognize it.”
The white world trembled. Suddenly the wooden sword changed. It became a steel sword, then a spiritual sword, then a divine sword, then an ancient black sword. Each transformation represented a different understanding of the blade. Alexander simply watched.
Finally the sword became completely transparent. Alexander’s eyes narrowed. He recognized it. “The Sword of Intent.”
The voice trembled. “You recognize it?”
“Yes.” Alexander walked forward. “The sword isn’t the weapon.” He touched the blade. “The sword is the intent behind it.”
The white world shattered.
---
Outside, the candidates watched Alexander standing motionless before the monument. Five seconds passed. Ten. Twenty.
One elder frowned. “Why hasn’t there been a reaction?”
Another shook his head. “Perhaps his sword comprehension is too weak.”
Someone laughed. “I heard the Blackwood young master has crippled meridians.”
“Then why did he come?”
“Probably because the Blackwood Family wants to preserve its reputation.”
Elena glanced at Alexander and frowned. Something felt strange. He wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t sweating. He wasn’t even concentrating particularly hard. He looked… bored.
Then—
BOOM!
The Azure Sword Monument exploded with light. Everyone jumped.
“What?!”
“What’s happening?”
“Look!”
Sword marks began appearing across the monument—one, two, ten, hundreds, thousands. The entire structure trembled. The elders immediately stood.
“This…”
The white-haired examiner’s expression changed. “This has never happened before.”
The monument released an enormous sword aura. Every sword carried by every disciple began vibrating.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Hundreds of blades flew from their sheaths. Disciples desperately tried to hold them.
“What is happening?!”
“My sword!”
“Why is it moving?!”
Even Elena’s sword began trembling. She grabbed the handle. “What…”
Alexander’s eyes opened. He looked at the monument. A faint smile appeared. *You still remember me.*
The monument trembled violently. Then a single line of ancient characters appeared on its surface:
SUPREME SWORD HEART
The entire examination ground became silent. Nobody understood what it meant.
The white-haired elder stared at the characters, hands trembling. “Supreme… Supreme Sword Heart?”
Another elder whispered, “That’s impossible.”
The Supreme Sword Heart was a legendary level of sword comprehension. According to sect records, the last person to possess it had appeared more than two thousand years ago. That person had eventually become one of the strongest Sword Emperors in the history of the Azure Sky Sword Sect.
The elder looked at Alexander, eyes filled with disbelief. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen.”
“How long have you practiced the sword?”
Alexander paused. *Three hundred years.* He couldn’t exactly say that. “Since I was young.”
The elder stared at him. “How young?”
Alexander thought about it. “Very young.”
The elder nearly coughed blood. That answer was useless.
---
Among the crowd, someone suddenly laughed. “Hahaha!”
Everyone turned. A handsome young man walked forward—Ethan Valerian. He looked at Alexander with disbelief. “Supreme Sword Heart?” He shook his head. “There must be a mistake.”
The crowd became quiet. Ethan stepped closer. “He’s only Body Tempering.”
An elder frowned. “Ethan, do you doubt the Azure Sword Monument?”
Ethan immediately bowed. “Of course not, Elder.” He looked at Alexander. “I’m simply saying that his cultivation is too low.”
Alexander glanced at him. “What’s your point?”
Ethan smiled. “I want to challenge you.”
The crowd immediately became excited. A fight between two geniuses—one the young master of an ancient clan, the other a boy who had just awakened a legendary sword heart.
Ethan drew his sword. “I’m at Meridian Opening Level Seven.”
Several candidates gasped. “Meridian Opening Level Seven!” “He’s only sixteen!” “That’s incredible!”
Ethan raised his blade. “Alexander Blackwood.”
Alexander sighed. “Yes?”
“Fight me.”
“No.”
Ethan froze. “What?”
Alexander walked past him. “I don’t feel like it.”
The crowd fell silent. Ethan’s face turned red. “Are you afraid?”
Alexander stopped and looked over his shoulder. “No.”
“Then why won’t you fight?”
Alexander thought for a moment. “Because you’re too weak.”
The entire examination ground exploded.
“What?!”
“He’s calling Ethan weak?”
“Is he insane?”
Ethan’s face became extremely ugly. “You…”
Alexander continued walking, then added casually, “When you reach Spirit Foundation, come find me.”
Ethan nearly exploded. “I’m already stronger than you!”
Alexander turned. “Exactly.” He smiled. “That’s why I’m giving you time.”
Ethan clenched his fists. Alexander walked away. Elena followed him.
After several steps she asked, “Did you really have to provoke him?”
Alexander looked at her. “I didn’t.”
“You told him he was weak.”
“He is.”
“You’re impossible.”
Alexander smiled. “You’ll get used to it.”
Elena shook her head. “I don’t think I want to.”
Alexander laughed.
---
At the highest peak of the sect, inside an old wooden building, an old man suddenly opened his eyes. His gray hair was messy. His clothes were stained with wine. He looked like a homeless drunk.
A disciple rushed into the room. “Elder Arthur!”
The old man yawned. “What?”
“The Azure Sword Monument reacted.”
Arthur slowly opened one eye. “How strongly?”
The disciple swallowed. “It awakened the Supreme Sword Heart.”
Arthur’s hand stopped. The wine cup slipped from his fingers.
Crash.
For the first time in decades, the lazy old man looked completely serious. “Who?”
“Alexander Blackwood.”
Arthur’s expression changed. “Blackwood?”
“Yes.”
Arthur stood. His body released a terrifying sword aura for a brief moment. The entire building trembled. The disciple’s legs nearly gave out. “E-Elder…”
Arthur stared toward the examination grounds and whispered, “Impossible.”
He had seen the Blackwood boy before. He remembered him—a weak child with broken meridians and no sword talent. Yet today the Azure Sword Monument had awakened its highest possible sword-heart evaluation.
Arthur walked toward the window, eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”
---
Alexander suddenly stopped walking. He looked toward the distant mountain. Someone was watching him—a powerful sword intent.
Alexander smiled. “So you’ve noticed.”
He didn’t know it yet, but from this moment onward, his quiet life at the Azure Sky Sword Sect was over. Because the moment the ancient monument recognized Alexander, the sect’s strongest sword cultivator had also recognized him.
And somewhere beyond the Northern Continent, the Celestial Court felt the same sword intent.
An ancient figure opened his eyes. “The Sword Heart has awakened.”
A servant lowered his head. “Should we send someone?”
The ancient figure remained silent. Then he smiled. “No.”
“Why?”
His eyes glowed with cold light. “Because if that really is him… sending ordinary assassins would only make him stronger.” A pause. “Wait until he reaches the Spirit Core Realm.”
The servant hesitated. “Why?”
The ancient figure smiled. “Because that is when the real hunt begins.”
Meanwhile, Alexander walked toward the next examination. He had no idea that his first appearance at the Azure Sky Sword Sect had already attracted the attention of forces far beyond his current realm.
But he didn’t care.
He looked at the sword in his hand and smiled. His second life had officially begun.
And this time, the Sword Maniac would not remain hidden forever.
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