Chapter 36 – Sword God's Disciple!

As time passed, a week quickly went by.

Online, the hashtag containing “Lishui Lake” finally fell from its throne on the sixth day of continuously dominating the hot search charts, with its popularity gradually subsiding.

However, the buzz around the “Jianghai Sword God” continued to ferment within Jianghai City.

Extensive media coverage, coupled with the widespread circulation of the video showing him slashing the demonic insect with a single sword strike, led many young people in Jianghai City to regard the Jianghai Sword God as their idol.

Just how fanatical did it get?

In weapon shops, “swords” went from being a niche product on the shelves to a best-selling flagship item. The merchandise was so popular that orders flooded in, leading to frequent stockouts.

Some shop owners went even further, seizing the business opportunity by creating and selling “replicas” modeled after the Ziwei Divine Sword’s appearance, which sold out as soon as they hit the shelves.

Eventually, it reached a point where if you went out in Jianghai City without carrying a sword, you’d almost feel embarrassed to call yourself a local…

On this day.

At the foot of Broken Peak Mountain.

Li Zixuan changed into a comfortable tracksuit and slowly stepped out of a taxi, ready for her daily practice of comprehending the Sword Dao.

She had the classic figure of a slender waist and long legs, with slender Achilles tendons and a sports headband on her forehead, exuding a vibrant, youthful energy.

As soon as she got out of the taxi, she immediately felt numerous gazes directed her way.

“So many people again today.”

Li Zixuan frowned slightly as she looked at the bustling crowd at the entrance of Broken Peak Mountain, all of whom had come to comprehend the Sword Intent, forming a long queue.

But she could understand why.

After all, since that day when the flying sword had slain the insect, her master’s reputation had soared.

Having witnessed the Sword God’s peerless elegance, the younger generation in Jianghai City had taken up swords, immersing themselves in the Sword Dao in hopes of following in their master’s footsteps.

Now, both “Broken Peak Mountain” and “Sword Valley” were no longer exclusive to the Jianghai Martial Arts Academy.

Instead, they had been opened to Star Warriors from all over the country.

Regardless of status or wealth, anyone who was wholeheartedly dedicated to the Sword Dao could come to comprehend the Sword Intent and share in the blessings left behind by the Jianghai Sword God.

“Bringing peace to the Sword Dao single-handedly…”

As Li Zixuan walked and observed the thriving scene, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion in her heart:

“As expected of my master, he’s truly remarkable.”

Arriving at the back of the line, she joined the others in queue.

Just then.

An unfamiliar voice came from behind her.

“Hey, beautiful, are you here to comprehend the Sword Intent too?”

Li Zixuan instinctively turned around and saw a freckled boy holding a high-quality replica of the “Ziwei Divine Sword,” raising his eyebrows as he tried to strike up a conversation.

“Yeah.”

Li Zixuan was sparing with her words, replying coldly.

She had encountered this kind of pickup line many times before and didn’t want to get entangled with him.

However, upon seeing her response, the boy’s face lit up with delight.

“Hey, what a coincidence! Me too, beautiful. How about we go in together and keep each other company?”

As he spoke, he proudly raised the replica “Ziwei” in his hand and said, “I’m a disciple of the Sword God Sect. If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can always ask me.”

“?????”

“Disciple?”

Hearing this, Li Zixuan was taken aback, her eyes widening in disbelief as she asked, “What disciple?”

When did her teacher ever take on a new disciple?

“Hey, you must be new to sword training, right, beautiful? You don’t even know this.”The man laughed heartily upon seeing this, suddenly revealing a sense of superiority on his face: “Let me show you a thing or two.”

As his words fell, he gently drew his sword.

Clang.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, a faint, almost negligible Sword Intent emerged, like an old man on his last breath, ready to vanish at any moment.

“This is the Sword Intent I comprehended earlier at Broken Peak Mountain, derived from the Jianghai Sword God—legit and proper!”

“Pfft.”

Li Zixuan couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter upon hearing this.

So this was what he meant by ‘disciple’!

She had been genuinely startled earlier, almost fooled by this guy.

In recent days, numerous martial artists had entered Broken Peak Mountain to gain insights, and quite a few had managed to comprehend something.

But now, it seemed like any Tom, Dick, or Harry who had the slightest insight dared to call themselves a disciple of the Sword God Sect.

“Beauty, what are you laughing at?”

The man, seeing Li Zixuan’s charming smile, immediately felt his pride wounded.

“Nothing, just… recalling something happy.”

Li Zixuan straightened her face, running through all the sad memories in her mind to suppress her laughter.

This guy actually had the nerve to show off in front of her—truly like teaching fish to swim.

If he could call himself a disciple, then what did that make her?

The true inheritor of her teacher?

The senior sister?

If she were to reveal her identity now… wouldn’t he be scared to death on the spot?

Wait…

With his pitiful strength, even calling him a disciple of her teacher would be flattering him!

Some swordsmen nearby, unable to stand the man’s pretentious act, stepped forward to admonish him: “Buddy, who are you trying to fool here? Do you even know whose disciple this beauty is?”

“Who?”

The man was taken aback.

“She’s Li Zixuan, Old Man Li’s disciple! And here you are, pretending to be something you’re not!”

“Haha, with your meager Sword Dao talent and those trivial insights, how dare you compare yourself to others?”

“Embarrassing, truly embarrassing.”

Mocking remarks from the crowd echoed around.

The man’s face flushed bright red, and he hung his head, weakly defending himself: “I… how am I not… a disciple?”

This was followed by a series of incomprehensible phrases, like “beginner initiate” and “swordsmen have broad hearts,” which only made everyone laugh even harder.

At the foot of Broken Peak Mountain, the air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

………

In the library.

Xia He was also brandishing a high-quality replica of the “Ziwei Divine Sword,” strutting around all day with an air of pride, as if sharing in the glory.

Qin Yang watched him speechlessly, utterly baffled.

This was already the sixth time today the guy had swaggered in front of him, looking as smug as a preening rooster.

“You don’t even practice swordsmanship? What are you doing waving that sword around all day?”

“Hey, Old Qin, that’s a bit much!”

Xia He lovingly stroked the replica “Ziwei” and said, “It’s true I don’t practice swordsmanship, but my father does. The old man went to Sword Valley a few days ago to comprehend Sword Intent and gained some of the Sword God’s profound insights… so he’s practically a disciple of the Sword God Sect.

Then, as his son, shouldn’t I be considered a Sword God’s grand-disciple?”

Qin Yang: “……”

“As a Sword God’s grand-disciple, of course I have to carry a sword.”Xia He declared matter-of-factly, brandishing his counterfeit “Ziwei” with a sudden boastful flourish: “Don’t go getting jealous, kid—this Plus edition was custom-made for me! Cost me fifty grand!”

“Fifty thousand?” Qin Yang was instantly speechless, feeling a pang of vicarious distress.

This knockoff “Ziwei” replica was worth several months of his salary, yet it was shoddy workmanship through and through—pure industrial junk.

Only someone like Xia He, the “Sword God’s grandson,” would fall for such a scam…

At this thought, Qin Yang shook his head and heaved a long sigh: “To think I’m still so young, yet already have a grand-disciple appearing out of nowhere?”

(End of Chapter)