Tian Jijian
“8th October, huh?” The young man drinking in a corner of inn bobbed his head. Owing to the his aloof air and Qi Condensation Realm cultivation – not to mention him hiding away in a corner – nobody spared him a glance.
As the young man drank his tea emotionlessly, the noise abruptly died down as a man in his thirties rocked up at the door, commanding attention with his Ascension Realm aura. It would have been the norm for everyone to recognise an Ascension Realm adept at this juncture of time, yet nobody could put a name to the face.
“Who is he?”
“Look at his uniform. He’s from Sword Purifying Valley. He’s their first disciple to reach Ascension Realm before the age of forty, rank twenty-three ultimate immortal – Tian Jijian!”
Tian Jijian headed straight for the young man in the corner with the large, chipped sword and nonchalantly drinking his tea. “Can I sit here?”
“Depends on what you’ve got.” The young man poured his cup of tea onto the ground.
“Does Tian Jijian have what it takes to sit here?” Tian Jijian responded.
“No.”
The customers turned to each other with condescending looks as if to say, “Whoahoho, we got a hot shot over here.”
Tian Jijian emphasised his Ascension Realm presence again, emanating his qi liberally. “Quite the ego, huh?”
The young man knocked back another cup of tea. “The door is over there.”
“I’ve been hoping to exchange pointers from Gu Yitian, the man who made a name for himself with an ordinary sword.”
Before Gu Yitian gained notoriety, there was a swordsman referred to as Broken Sword, a swordsman who wielded an ordinary sword that never broke and was known for its signature chips as well as scratches. There was no consensus as to how strong Broken Sword really was as it had been years since his presence was known in the cultivation world. Thus, people speculated Gu Yitian was his disciple, especially since the two shared the common trait of being elusive.
“I thought Gu Yitian was supposed to be pretty strong since he’s in rank forty-five, but he turns out to be a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator?” someone commented.
“You’re not worth my time,” Gu Yitian replied.
“Let’s test that, shall we?”
Tian Jijian drew his cylindrical, yet pointy-tipped, sword that was radiated a white light. Like his fellow disciples, Tian Jijian’s name derived from his sword. Sword Purifying Valley collected a number of quality weapons to forge the sword they called Tianji, meaning “spine of heaven”, and added to their collection of five divine swords.
“You’re not worth my time.”
Body glowing white as if he fused with his sword, Tian Jianji extended his arm forward, transmuting the cylindrical blade into a sword blade. If his speed was not astonishing enough, Gu Yitian decided to pick up a chopstick. One chopstick.
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