Why are so many Elders appearing one after another?

Expressions of shock were etched on their faces, as if they had stumbled upon something inconceivable.

Even Zhao Yichuan, who was always indifferent, couldn’t help but reveal an unmistakable look of astonishment.

The awakening of the Seven-Star White Jade Sword brought out all the core Elders of the Academy, leaving them dumbstruck like statues.

“This kid… he’s really something!”

Yu Chenran initially predicted that Chen Qingyuan would obtain a high-quality holy sword, but he never imagined that he would gain the recognition of the Seven-Star White Jade Sword.

After all, this sword was the personal weapon of the first ancestor, holding extraordinary significance and possessing a spirit far surpassing the other eight swords.

According to the Academy’s records, aside from the first ancestor, only an ancestor from a hundred thousand years ago had been acknowledged by the Seven-Star White Jade Sword, reaching an astonishing level of strength, hailed as the foremost in the Sword Dao at the time, compelling countless ancient forces of the Imperial Province to bow their heads.

“Old Yu, you’ve really found a treasure!”

The core Elders were well aware of what the recognition of the Seven-Star White Jade Sword meant, their eyes gleaming as they looked at Chen Qingyuan. Then, they turned to Yu Chenran with envy.

“His future is boundless.”

Zhao Yichuan was shocked for a long time, taking a while to regain his composure, murmuring to himself.

“Such an evildoer, who in this world can compare?”

Gu Qingfeng, as the master of the Sword Hall, knew the Seven-Star White Jade Sword better than anyone. The treasured sword would not awaken for anyone less than a once-in-a-hundred-thousand-years evildoer.

Atop Sword Mountain, Chen Qingyuan saw that the Crimson Sun Sword, Ink Extreme Sword, and other treasured swords had all fallen to the ground, their luster slightly dimmed, while only the Seven-Star White Jade Sword stood in the void, like the king among swords, looking down upon everything.

“This is the Seven-Star White Jade Sword, the personal weapon of the first ancestor, weathered through ages, its spirit reaching the pinnacle of this world. Taking this sword would be the best choice.”

Gu Qingfeng, fearing Chen Qingyuan might make the wrong choice, quickly reminded him.

There was envy, but no jealousy or hatred.

Chen Qingyuan was a disciple of the Academy, and Gu Qingfeng certainly wouldn’t harm him. Moreover, Gu Qingfeng wanted to witness the splendor of the Seven-Star Sword himself, leaving no regrets in this life.

“The personal weapon of the first ancestor, no wonder it can suppress the other treasured swords from even daring to look up.”

Chen Qingyuan’s eyes sparkled with admiration as he exclaimed.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Qingyuan attempted to communicate with the Seven-Star White Jade Sword.

Hum—

The treasured sword trembled slightly, and the sound of the sword’s hum spread out like ripples in all directions.

The Seven-Star Sword slowly floated towards Chen Qingyuan, its speed leisurely, the blade’s cold light dazzling and piercing to the eye.

With a “plop” sound, like a pebble falling into water, the Seven-Star Sword pierced through the barrier of the formation, appearing before Chen Qingyuan.

Chen Qingyuan seemed to have a special connection with the Seven-Star Sword, instinctively raising his right hand.

Under the tense gaze of the Elders, Chen Qingyuan grasped the Seven-Star Sword.

Boom—

In an instant, Sword Mountain began to tremble, and hundreds of thousands of treasured swords underwent an extraordinary change, shaking violently as countless sword cries intertwined, echoing across the skies, shaking the entire Sword Hall, with the aura of the Dao even spreading to every corner of this small world.

All swords sang in unison, as if paying homage to the Seven-Star Sword, or congratulating Chen Qingyuan on gaining the sword’s recognition.

This surge of sword cries lasted for the duration of a stick of incense.

The Elders were dumbfounded, and the young disciples were also stunned.

As the commotion gradually subsided, Chen Qingyuan, holding the Seven-Star Sword, walked down the mountain. Now in possession of the treasured sword, without any pressure, Chen Qingyuan quickly reached the foot of the mountain.

Facing the group of Elders, Chen Qingyuan felt a tightness in his heart, somewhat surprised.

“Master, Elders.”

Chen Qingyuan bowed respectfully to everyone.

“Chen Nephew, may I take a closer look at this sword?”

Gu Qingfeng, as a Sword Dao fanatic, could hardly contain his excitement, stepping forward and asking with a hint of pleading in his tone.

“Of course.”

Without any hesitation, Chen Qingyuan handed the Seven-Star Sword to Gu Qingfeng.

Gu Qingfeng held the treasured sword with both hands, as if it were a precious gift, his body trembling slightly. He observed it carefully and noticed that the prohibitions on the Seven-Star Sword had been lifted, indeed recognizing Chen Qingyuan.

“Thank you.”

Although reluctant, Gu Qingfeng returned the sword to Chen Qingyuan after a few moments.

“You’re too polite, Elder.”

Chen Qingyuan said with a bow.

Then, Yu Chenran took Chen Qingyuan away, not allowing the other Elders to linger.

After this event, Chen Qingyuan became even more famous within the Academy.

Every corner of the Academy was abuzz with discussions about Chen Qingyuan.

Back at Baiyan Palace, Yu Chenran looked at Chen Qingyuan and sighed deeply: “Ah!”

“Master, what’s wrong?”

Chen Qingyuan was puzzled.

“You, my boy, have a truly fortunate life!”

To be honest, Yu Chenran was quite envious of Chen Qingyuan’s life template, which couldn’t be any more solid.

“Heh, just luck.” Chen Qingyuan thought his master was referring to the Seven-Star Sword, looking down at the treasured sword and whispering, “If I use this sword in a duel, will I attract the attention of some powerful figures who might kill for it?”

In fact, what Yu Chenran meant was not just the Seven-Star Sword, but also Chen Qingyuan’s background and talent. With the three holy pills and the identity of a Mystic Azure Sect successor, his future achievements could not be low.

“When you’re out and about, don’t flaunt your wealth.” Yu Chenran also showed a hint of concern, pondering, “With your current cultivation level, you can’t truly wield the Seven-Star White Jade Sword. If you reveal it carelessly, it might bring considerable trouble.”

“Master, why don’t you give me another suitable sword to carry, so I won’t have to worry about these issues?”

Chen Qingyuan cheekily suggested.

“You really are greedy, my boy!” Yu Chenran gave Chen Qingyuan a light kick, laughing and scolding, “I’ve already thought of this.”

Then, Yu Chenran took out a low-quality holy sword and tossed it to Chen Qingyuan: “This sword is called Yulan. Use this one for your everyday needs!”

“Thank you, Master.”

Chen Qingyuan put away the treasured sword, overjoyed.

“Alright, you can leave now.”

Yu Chenran sat down on a chair, waved his hand dismissively, and said impatiently.

“Got it.” Chen Qingyuan turned and headed to his own cultivation dwelling.

During his seclusion, Chen Qingyuan studied the Seven-Star White Jade Sword, injecting a large amount of Spiritual Qi into the blade, only to find that the sword seemed like an endless abyss, impossible to fill.

If he tried to wield the Seven-Star Sword with the cultivation level of the Elemental Infant, he would likely drain all his Spiritual Qi and still struggle to unleash a single strike.

Afterward, Chen Qingyuan planned to enter seclusion for a while to enhance his cultivation and practice a more profound sword technique.

Time trickled by, and before he knew it, fifty years had passed.

For cultivators, this was nothing more than a brief nap.

In the Flow Star Domain, the Mystic Azure Sect.

Sect Master Lin Changsheng has emerged from seclusion.