101: My Godly Father (Chapter 32)

The news of the Sword Scripture's appearance swept across the entire Eastern Region like a storm.

Countless Cultivators went mad over it.

That was the legendary Supreme Sword Scripture; even half a damaged page was enough to make a Sect rise and significantly boost a Cultivator's fighting strength.

Inside Quan Yun's courtyard, he was sitting in meditation.

A hunched figure, leaning on a cane, walked in with unsteady steps.

It was The Cripple Li Fentian.

The expression on his face was unprecedentedly grave.

"Little Quan Yun, you've heard about it too?" The Cripple went straight to the point, his voice low.

Quan Yun opened his eyes and nodded.

"This matter is a trap."

The Cripple walked over and sat opposite him, his brows tightly furrowed, the scars on his face twisting together.

"The chaos surrounding the struggle for the Sword Scripture back then was beyond imagination. No one knows who ultimately obtained it. Yet now, the Jiang Family, an Ancient Clan, has deliberately spread the news—it's far too suspicious."

"Instead of secretly trying to seize such an Opportunity, they are loudly and publicly promoting it..."

"It's like lighting a lamp in the darkness, afraid that others won't see it."

Quan Yun did not speak, listening quietly.

He had naturally thought of this point as well.

"This looks more like a setup," The Cripple continued analyzing. "A setup specifically designed to lure out a certain person, or a certain object."

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Quan Yun.

"For instance, me, who secretly hid a page of the Sword Scripture back then, and... you, who received that page's Legacy."

Quan Yun knew clearly that The Cripple's analysis made perfect sense.

But he also understood that this was an Opportunity for him.

A once-in-a-lifetime Opportunity.

The Bottleneck that had troubled him for many years—that thin barrier known as the 'Force'—might need this page of the Sword Scripture to break through.

"I must go," Quan Yun stated, his tone calm but extremely firm.

The Cripple looked at him, seeing a reflection of his younger self in those eyes.

That stubbornness of knowingly heading straight into the tiger's den.

"If I can grasp even a fraction of that page of the Sword Scripture, perhaps I can truly step into the Force Realm."

Quan Yun stood up and gripped the hilt of the sword beside him.

"When that Sword Force is established, I will be completely invincible within the same realm, and defeating higher-level opponents won't be difficult."

The Cripple fell silent.

He knew he couldn't dissuade him.

The path of a Sword Cultivator is inherently one of forging ahead relentlessly.

"Go."

After a long while, he uttered the two words, which contained too much helplessness and hope.

"Be careful in all things."

...The Prodigy Grand Assembly hosted by the Jiang Family was an unprecedented spectacle.

Throughout the entire Eastern Region, virtually every young Prodigy under the age of thirty who was confident in their strength moved upon hearing the news.

This was not only for the vague whereabouts of the Sword Scripture but also because the Assembly itself was an excellent stage for gaining fame and prestige.

On the Martial Stage, battles were fought daily.

Quan Yun's appearance initially did not attract much attention.

A Mortal Body, even bearing the titles of the God-King Quan's son and the Sword God's inheritor, was not overly conspicuous here.

After all, which Prodigy present wasn't a Divine Son or Divine Daughter from a Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land, and which one didn't have a prominent background and a powerful Physique?

Until his first battle began.

His opponent was a Dao Body Prodigy from a certain top Blessed Land, cultivating at the high-level Earth Spirit Realm, whose Divine Abilities were masterful.

The battle began.

And ended.

The crowd didn't even clearly see what happened.

They only saw Quan Yun draw his sword and thrust it out.

A simple 'Stab'.

All the Divine Ability defenses of that Dao Body Prodigy were easily shattered, and the sword tip stopped an inch from his glabella.

The venue fell silent.

The second match.

His opponent was a Yao Race Prodigy known for the might of his Physical Body.

Quan Yun still only executed one sword strike.

'Slash'.

A seemingly ordinary Sword Light flashed past.

The Yao Race Prodigy's proud Physical Body defense was easily broken, and a deep, bone-visible wound sliced across his chest. Had Quan Yun not held back, he would have been dead.

The third match, the fourth match... Quan Yun's battles were always so monotonous.

Drawing the sword, striking the sword.

A single sword strike determined the winner.

His reputation soared, rapidly spreading throughout the entire Assembly.

"Mortal Body Sword Cultivator, Quan Yun!"

This name became a thorn in the side of countless Prodigies.

His opponents grew stronger and stronger, including many of the most elite Disciples from the major Blessed Lands, yet no one could withstand three moves from him.

Quan Yun's name became thoroughly famous in the Eastern Region... Inside a dark Underground Palace.

A huge Water Mirror clearly reflected everything happening on the Martial Stage.

When the figure shrouded in shadow saw Quan Yun defeat a Divine Body Prodigy with a single sword again, he let out a low laugh.

A look of morbid excitement appeared on his face.

"Not bad... Yao Jinghong really didn't lie to me."

"It truly is the power of the Sword Scripture!"

This person was none other than the final victor of the Sword Scripture struggle back then.

He had schemed for many years, stepping over countless corpses, and finally obtained half of the Sword Scripture, yet he could never fully comprehend its essence.

He had always thought there was a problem with the Sword Scripture itself.

Now, he finally 'understood'.

The problem wasn't with the Sword Scripture; rather, what he obtained was merely the superficial parts, and the true Core Outline was secretly hidden by that damned Cripple!

And this so-called Assembly was the trap he had set.

"The whereabouts of one page of the Sword Scripture..."

The person in the shadows muttered to himself and laughed mockingly.

He had known that location long ago.

It was inside an Ancient Secret Realm in the Eastern Region that was about to open.

However, that Secret Realm had many restrictions; only Prodigies under the age of thirty could enter.

He could not go personally.

Therefore, he used the Jiang Family to host this Assembly.

The goal was to naturally send Quan Yun, this 'treasure trove' carrying the Sword Scripture, into the grave he had prepared for him.

"Those youngsters from the Jiang Family should be ready now."

He sneered internally.

For this operation, he had the Jiang Family dispatch several Peerless Prodigies who had been hidden for years, each possessing a one-in-a-million Divine Body.

Their mission was simple.

Inside the Secret Realm, seize that page of the Sword Scripture, and then... kill Quan Yun and bring back the page of the Sword Scripture he carried!

...The Assembly lasted for a full month.

Ultimately, over a hundred Prodigies, including Quan Yun, stood out from the countless participants and earned the qualification to enter that Secret Realm.

On this day, a Heavenly God Realm Old Ancestor of the Jiang Family personally appeared.

He stood on the High Platform, his voice spreading in all directions.

"Everyone, congratulations on proving your strength."

"Now, it is time to fulfill our promise."

He waved his large sleeve, and an ancient Star Map unfolded in mid-air.

On the Star Map, a single light spot shone with incomparable brilliance.

"The whereabouts of that page of the Sword Scripture are within this Ancient Secret Realm named 'Meteorite Plain'."

"This Secret Realm was jointly discovered by my Jiang Family and several Immortal Ancient Clans. It contains countless Opportunities, but it is also extremely perilous."

"The Secret Realm is about to open, and only those Prodigies who have obtained qualifications may enter."

The Jiang Family Old Ancestor's gaze swept over Quan Yun and the others, full of hidden meaning.

"As for what happens after you enter—whether you live or die, gain Opportunity or turn into dried bones—that all depends on your own fortune."

As his voice faded, the space behind him began to twist, and a massive portal shimmering with brilliant starlight appeared.

The Meteorite Plain Mystic Realm had opened.