Chapter 339: What Does It Mean?

Chapter 339: What Does It Mean?

Li Ziping didn’t care about the various looks from those around him.

He had only one goal today—to retrieve the Sword Soul of the Real Person.

The Real Person cultivated the Intent of Reincarnation Sword. Someone like that doesn’t die so easily. Seven days ago, the Real Person’s Soul Lamp had flickered again. He had followed that signal here to Clearwater Pool, and the moment he saw the Yin-Yang Sword Intent, he knew for certain—the Sword Soul must be related to the Real Person.

He just didn’t know why the Real Person hadn’t shown up.

He guessed the Real Person had set this trial to choose someone worthy enough to awaken him.

At this moment, the Sword Soul was likely the backdoor he had left behind—to keep his remnants from falling into the wrong hands!

Li Ziping glanced at the scowling Reverend Karma.

—Like this old monk. A villain from the Burning Purity Holy Land!

He actually dared to fight him for the remnants of the Real Person? Ridiculous!

He was an elder of Zhenwu Holy Land, someone who had grown up cultivating right under the Real Person’s nose.

How could he not know the Real Person’s nature?

The answer to this was simple.

He stepped forward two steps and declared loudly, “If something like that really happens, this Venerable One will continue relieving myself while summoning my flying sword to lop off that thief’s head. A thousand miles away, killing is but a thought. The sword strikes and the enemy perishes. This Venerable One’s sh*t... will still come out!”

Clearwater Pool fell silent for a long time. Just as Li Ziping and Reverend Karma were starting to get antsy,

The Sword Soul finally spoke: 【Acceptable answer. You pass!】

Hearing this, Reverend Karma was dumbfounded, while Li Ziping curled his lips into a smirk.

Although it was merely “acceptable,” it still proved he had grasped a trace of the Real Person’s true intent.

That bald donkey from Burning Purity Holy Land? He didn’t know squat!

The shadow of the Yin-Yang Sword Cultivator turned to Chen Huaian, signaling it was his turn to answer.

Chen Huaian didn’t even think, blurting out, “If this... cough, this junior encountered such a situation, since the question didn’t specify the level of cultivation or skills involved, I would assume an ordinary person or an average martial artist. So, there’s only one option—use the meanest weapon at hand and give that thief a satisfying beatdown!”

【Interesting! And what is the weapon?】

“Whatever I just dropped—that's the weapon.”

As soon as the words landed, the entire crowd was stunned.

Li Ziping and Reverend Karma gaped at Chen Huaian like they were staring at a monster.

But very quickly, Li Ziping chuckled.

Sure, that answer was totally unexpected—but it was far too ridiculous.

There was no way his charming ancestor could be that gross, right?

Reverend Karma agreed it couldn’t be true. After a moment of shock, he resumed turning his prayer beads, already thinking about what the next question might be.

【Perfect answer. Excellent!】

The Sword Soul’s voice from the pool wiped the smile clean off Li Ziping’s face.

Reverend Karma’s fingers tensed. His eyes flew open and his prayer beads snapped apart with a loud pop.

Wait, what?!

That was considered a perfect answer?

Even Li Ziping’s gaze toward the Sword Soul changed.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes now.

He even began to doubt—was this Sword Soul really connected to the Real Person at all?

Reverend Karma turned and gave Li Ziping a look that clearly said: If this Sword Soul is really related to Zhang Yibai, then your Zhenwu Holy Land is done for life.

Despite their disbelief, the trial didn’t give Li Ziping or Reverend Karma time to dwell.

The Sword Soul immediately launched the next round.

Three ordinary-grade longswords appeared at the waists of the three men. Under a strange force, all three swords plunged into the water at the same time.

This question again?

Both Li Ziping and Reverend Karma felt a jolt in their hearts.

They didn’t need any spiritual-grade weapons—so the correct answer was obvious.

It all depended on who the Sword Soul chose first to answer.

The water in Clearwater Pool rippled. The Sword Soul appeared first in front of Li Ziping.

“Cultivator, did you drop this ordinary flying sword, this magic artifact flying sword, or this spiritual flying sword?”

Looking at the Sword Soul’s smiling face, Li Ziping’s eyes got a little misty. That smile—it looked just like the Real Person’s.

He didn’t hesitate. He obediently pointed at the ordinary flying sword: “Senior, this junior dropped this one.”

【You are an honest man. Good!】 The Sword Soul returned the ordinary longsword to Li Ziping.

Then the same sequence played out with Reverend Karma.

Finally, it was Chen Huaian’s turn.

Chen Huaian didn’t rush to answer. He took a step closer, thought for a moment—

Then suddenly grabbed the spiritual-grade sword floating next to the Sword Soul and tossed it into the water.

Li Ziping: “???”

Reverend Karma: “!!!”

Wait, what the h*ll is this guy doing!?

The Sword Soul’s smile stiffened. It sank back into the water, and when it reemerged, the script had changed.

“Cultivator, did you drop this low-grade spiritual flying sword, this mid-grade spiritual flying sword, or this high-grade spiritual flying sword?”

Chen Huaian didn’t reply. He simply grabbed the high-grade spiritual sword and tossed it in, too.

The Sword Soul’s mouth twitched. It sank and reemerged again: “Cultivator—”

Before it could finish, Chen Huaian threw the newly refreshed supreme-grade spiritual flying sword into the water as well.

By the time the Sword Soul surfaced again, three supreme-grade spiritual swords were floating beside it.

“So that’s the limit…” Chen Huaian rubbed his chin, murmuring under the awed stares of the surrounding cultivators, “Tsk. And here I was wondering if I could farm up an Immortal-grade weapon. Guess a Sword Soul is still a bit low-tier.”

Sword Soul: “……”

【This cultivator...】

“They’re all mine,” Chen Huaian cut it off directly, calmly saying, “From start to finish, I tossed in three spiritual flying swords and one ordinary flying sword. So these three are mine. Also, you owe me one ordinary flying sword.”

Sword Soul: “……”

It silently handed over the three spiritual flying swords to Chen Huaian, then sank back into the pool.

A loud voice followed: 【Perfect answer. Excellent!】

Chen Huaian smiled slightly, stowing away the three supreme-grade spiritual swords and hiding his glory.

Just as he expected, this trial looked like it was testing honesty—but in truth, it was about strategy and intelligence.

What kind of idiot Sword Soul tests people’s honesty?

“What? How is that right? He wasn’t honest at all! How is that a perfect answer?”

Li Ziping finally lost it, pointing at the pool and yelling in protest.

Now he was sure—this Sword Soul had nothing to do with the Real Person!

Zhang Zhenren would never pull something this absurd!

Reverend Karma had gone numb. He started wondering if his thousand years of cultivation had all gone to waste.

All he wanted was for this trial to be over.

Once it ended, no matter who got the Sword Soul—he’d just make a move and take it.

While everyone was still stunned by Chen Huaian’s answer—

【Third question!】 The Sword Soul’s voice rang out again from the pool’s depths.

Li Ziping steadied himself, hugging his sword. Reverend Karma closed his eyes. Chen Huaian casually adjusted his belt.

The three of them—and every cultivator around—pricked up their ears.

【Confucius said: At thirty, one stands firm. At forty, one has no doubts. At fifty, one understands the will of Heaven. At sixty, one listens obediently. At seventy, one follows the heart’s desires.】

【What does this mean?!】

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