Chapter 8

Meng Chuan’s actions indeed surprised the other disciples of the Marrow Washing Pavilion. Meng Chuan was not particularly outstanding and was one of the younger ones. Although his father was the next head of the Meng family, Meng Chuan did not have an arrogant attitude. His fellow disciples had a good impression of him, but this time he was the first to step onto the platform, even saying, "The first spot is mine."

It was as if he didn’t even consider them.

“Senior Brother Meng went up?”

“How could he be the first to go up?”

“Why not wait until the two spots are decided before going up?”

The surrounding junior disciples and sisters were even more surprised.

Even the drinking Dean Ge Yu was somewhat surprised. He was greedy for wealth and fond of alcohol, and had received many benefits from the owner of the first wine shop in Dongning, Meng Dajiang. He also liked Meng Dajiang’s son, not only because Meng Chuan didn’t rely on his family background to cause trouble, but mainly because Meng Dajiang gave him plenty of benefits.

“Hurry up, who wants to challenge Meng Chuan, hurry up and step up,” Ge Yu urged.

“I’ll go.”

With a stern face, Bai Guan stepped up to the platform. His gaze towards Meng Chuan was cold, and he sneered, “Meng Chuan, if you want the first spot, you’ll have to ask me first.”

He had won the top position among the Marrow Washing disciples several times and was only defeated once by Wan Mang.

Among the Marrow Washing disciples of the Marrow Washing Pavilion, only the naturally powerful Wan Mang made him cautious. He didn’t take the other disciples seriously. Meng Chuan being the first to step up, he could just watch. But when Meng Chuan said, “The first spot is mine,” he decided to teach Meng Chuan a lesson.

“Please.”

Meng Chuan said directly.

“Quite straightforward.”

Bai Guan drew the two long swords on his back, both of which were not sharpened. In sparring matches among disciples, unsharpened weapons were used.

Bai Guan held a sword in each hand, staring at Meng Chuan, and said, “You’ve fought me seven times, and not once have you lasted ten moves.”

“The dual-sword technique is indeed formidable,” Meng Chuan nodded in praise.

Bai Guan’s strength came from the dual-sword technique! Even the naturally powerful Wan Mang only won once by chance. A true dual-sword expert could use two swords as if they were two masters, coordinating with each other. Fighting such a swordsman was like facing two perfectly coordinated swordsmen. All the other Marrow Washing disciples of the Marrow Washing Pavilion had failed.

“You dared to be the first to step up, I admire your courage. So I will use the killing move ‘Heartbreak,’ to make you lose with no regrets.” The proud and confident Bai Guan directly revealed the move he would use, to teach Meng Chuan a lesson, he would use his ultimate move to crush Meng Chuan.

“Go ahead.”

Meng Chuan wasn’t in a hurry. Having comprehended a secret technique to a higher level, there was no need to take the initiative. He would let the opponent have the chance to fully execute his move.

Swoosh.

Bai Guan moved.

Holding two swords, he swiftly moved, even though he was confident, he still gave it his all, directly charging at Meng Chuan. His movements were very unpredictable, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, making it hard to determine his real position.

In almost the blink of an eye, he was in front of Meng Chuan on the other side of the platform.

“Kill.” Bai Guan grinned at Meng Chuan, and with a flash, he executed the killing move ‘Heartbreak.’ In his view, even without a sharp edge, Meng Chuan would still be injured if hit by this move.

Two sword lights flashed from two directions, slicing through Meng Chuan’s body.

“Huh?” Bai Guan’s eyes widened in disbelief, as he clearly felt that he had missed.

Then he felt a chill on his neck.

He turned his head to look.

Meng Chuan stood behind him, holding a knife, the blade resting on Bai Guan’s neck.

“How could this be, how could it be so fast?” Bai Guan couldn’t believe it, “I couldn’t see anything clearly.”

He didn’t know what happened. The enemy in front of him was suddenly behind him, with a knife at his neck.

Killing him would be as easy as killing a chicken.

The Dean Ge Yu, who had been leisurely drinking, was stunned. His eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene, and even the wine jar in his hand slipped and shattered on the ground, spilling wine everywhere. But Dean Ge Yu didn’t even glance at the spilled wine; his eyes were completely on Meng Chuan.

“Secret Technique Three Autumn Leaves, Secret Technique Three Autumn Leaves, I, Ge Yu, have taught such a disciple?” Ge Yu muttered to himself. He had been the dean for fifteen years and had never taught a genius with the potential to become a deity or demon.

The instructors and assistant instructors were also stunned. They could all see what technique Meng Chuan had used and understood what it meant.

“It’s the Secret Technique Three Autumn Leaves.”

“The Secret Technique ‘Three Autumn Leaves’ of the Falling Leaf Blade! Our Mirror Lake Dao Academy has produced a disciple who has comprehended a secret technique. Meng Chuan is only fifteen years old. To master a secret technique at fifteen, this is actually true!”

“Our Mirror Lake Dao Academy has produced a disciple who has mastered a secret technique at fifteen!”

“It’s our Mirror Lake Dao Academy! Haha…”

These instructors, who had dedicated their lives to the academy, were extremely excited. This was their proudest moment. The ultimate goal of teaching so many disciples was to cultivate true geniuses who could become deities or demons.

Now, the Mirror Lake Dao Academy had produced such a genius. How could the instructors not be excited, how could they not be ecstatic?

If the instructors and deans were excited, the thousands of disciples who witnessed this scene were completely mad.

“My goodness!”

“Did I see that right?”

“This is…”

“I saw two Senior Brother Mengs, one in front of Senior Brother Bai, and one behind him?”

“Secret Technique Three Autumn Leaves! This is the Secret Technique ‘Three Autumn Leaves’ of the Falling Leaf Blade! The dean demonstrated it in class.”

“It’s the Secret Technique Three Autumn Leaves!”

Various discussions erupted, even the disciples of the Marrow Washing Pavilion were equally stunned.

At this moment, from the dean to the ordinary disciples, everyone was excitedly discussing. Everyone knew what it meant to comprehend a secret technique at fifteen!

“Swoosh.” Among the bustling disciples, one suddenly ran out.

“Yes, quickly return to the ancestral home, quickly report to the clan.”

“Quickly, go back and report the good news!”

There were several Meng family disciples in the Mirror Lake Dao Academy. When the first Meng family disciple ran out, one after another, the Meng family disciples used their lightness skills to rush towards the family. They wanted to bring this great news back to the clan! They felt honored to be part of it, and the clan would reward them for bringing the good news.

Bringing good news and receiving a reward was only right, especially for such a significant piece of news.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh… One after another, the Meng family disciples ran as if competing in a lightness skills contest.

“Secret Technique Three Autumn Leaves?” Bai Guan on the platform, however, didn’t see it clearly. Hearing the discussions around him, he recalled Meng Chuan’s move and realized that he had used the Secret Technique Three Autumn Leaves.

“You have comprehended a secret technique?”

Bai Guan looked at Meng Chuan with a complex expression.

“Stuck at the bottleneck for two years, finally comprehended it,” Meng Chuan nodded.

Bai Guan felt both jealousy and admiration. Hadn’t he also been stuck at a bottleneck? He could use two swords simultaneously, his combat power far exceeded his peers, but he was still stuck at the bottleneck of mastering the peak sword technique. He also yearned to comprehend a secret technique.

“No wonder you were the first to step up. Yes, you are now completely different from us.” Bai Guan gave a self-deprecating smile and walked off the platform.

At this moment, no one paid attention to Bai Guan.

Everyone’s eyes were on the fifteen-year-old boy, Meng Chuan, who still looked somewhat young. The disciples of the Marrow Washing Pavilion were both shocked and envious, including the six Tuo Tai realm disciples, who were also very envious, as none of them had comprehended a secret technique! In fact, most Tuo Tai realm practitioners never comprehended a secret technique, being stuck at this level for their entire lives.

Comprehending a secret technique was the key to achieving the Wu Lou realm.

“Hahaha.” Dean Ge Yu, drenched in wine, laughed loudly and said, “I was right to teach you the Falling Leaf Blade. Wu Qi!”

Wu Qi was taken aback but still respectfully replied, “Disciple is here!”

He was undoubtedly the strongest among the six Tuo Tai realm disciples of the Mirror Lake Dao Academy, at nineteen years old, having reached the Tuo Tai realm.

“You go up and fight Meng Chuan!” Ge Yu’s eyes gleamed as he gave the order.

“Fight with Wu Qi?” Meng Chuan on the platform also turned to look. Wu Qi was at the Tuo Tai realm, the strongest disciple of the Mirror Lake Dao Academy, and the current eldest senior brother.