Chapter 5: Master!

  Tianjian Sect, Jian Xiao Pavilion.

  At this time, only two old figures were left in the main hall, Tianjian Sect Master Lian Jun and Jianzhang Elder Fan Yiran.

  Ling Qingyan, however, was taken by Liu Yanran to his new residence in the Tianjian Sect.

  After the two juniors left, the eyebrows of the two elderly men were slightly raised, and it was clear that their words had been reserved when Ling Qingyan and others were present.

  "Master, you've finally found a good disciple... Tsk tsk, 15 years old and already a green-level beginner warrior. This is all thanks to the shackles of the Ling family's secret manual. If I were to revise my Tianjian Sect's highest secret manual, 'Tianjian Record', his future achievements will surpass anyone in our sect since its founding."

  He walked lightly and came to a chair in front of him, sat down naturally, and his tone was full of admiration.

  "Junior brother," Fan Yiran said with a smirk, casually finding a chair to sit down. When no one else was around, he never knew how to be polite in front of his junior master brother. At this time, Fan Yiran's tone was negotiating, "Otherwise, let Yanran that girl re-acknowledge me as her master? This kid will be given to you..."

  "Senior brother, you..."

  Lian Jun was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh. This senior brother of his seemed to still have some dissatisfaction with the fact that he had accepted Yan Ran as an apprentice more than ten years ago.

  The more he looked at Fan Yiran's eyes, the more his light overflowed. Jun Bu couldn't help but warn: "Brother, don't think about going against Yiran's idea, I've been her master for so many years, and we still need to take care of her feelings... As for that young man from the Ling family, it's only right that you, brother, should teach him. This way, your sword skills will also have a successor."

  Fan Yiran's most skilled sword technique, in the eyes of outsiders, is just a few sword moves derived from the Tianjian Record, although extremely powerful, but not surprising.

  Only Lian Jun, the sect master of Tianjian Sect, knew that his own Shixiong had already cultivated the "Tianjian Nine Styles" recorded in the "Tianjian Classic" to the realm of great completion decades ago. The few famous sword moves known by outsiders were just his achievements from decades ago.

  Indeed, Fan Yiru's swordsmanship displayed outside is strong, but it is still limited to the "Tianjian Nine Styles".

  Fan Yiran's true strength lies in the few sword techniques he created after completely breaking free from the constraints of "Tianjian Jiushi", according to him, those techniques are not yet fully mature, but it is precisely those immature techniques that have been unable to be broken by the Tianjian Sect Master for over a decade.

  Lian Jun was very clear that his senior brother, since he started practicing, had been extremely enthusiastic about sword techniques and had even achieved great success in the sect's "Tian Jian Jiu Shi" (Heavenly Sword Nine Styles) in just a decade or so!

  However, he did not stop there and continued to pursue even stronger sword skills. For decades, his mind had been thinking about and calculating even more powerful sword skills almost every moment. Over the past few decades, it was not without results, creating several styles of sword skills that were much stronger than "Tianjian Jiushi".

  It's worth noting that the Tianjian Nine Styles is already the top-level sword technique of the Tianjian Sect at present!

  Is it stronger than Bi Tian Jian's nine forms? What a concept!

  Lian Jun knew that his senior brother's talent was not inferior to his own, so why did he, who was nearly ten years older than himself, still stop at the mid-Purple level? It was entirely because he spent most of his time on variant sword techniques.

  Lian Jun had imagined scenarios where he and his senior fellow disciple would engage in a life-or-death struggle, but every time the outcome was always him dying and his senior fellow disciple being severely injured.

  Although Lian Jun is now a Zi-level Houjie martial artist, he had also cultivated the "Tianjian Jiushi" to the realm of great completion more than a decade ago. However, every time he thinks about the few sword techniques created by his senior brother, he feels a chill from the bottom of his heart.

  "You little brat..."

  Seeing his own junior brother acting so unreasonably, Fan Yiran couldn't help but smile wryly. Suddenly, a dazed look appeared before his eyes, and it was clear that he had thought of the days when the two of them were still young and practiced sword together decades ago.

  In a flash, several decades have passed. The junior brother who often asked for advice on sword techniques is now the leader of his own sect.

  "Ah, brother!" Fan Yiran snapped out of his reverie, his expression turning serious as he looked at Lian Jun beside him. "From the strange signs I observed on that Ling Xiao a few days ago and combining it with some records in the classics... I'm 90% certain that this Ling Xiao possesses the 'Heavenly Gift Totem'!"

  "Bang!"

  As soon as Fan Yiran's voice fell, Jian Jun's body still shook violently, and his right hand, which was grasping the armrest of the chair, suddenly exerted force, and the armrest was instantly broken off.

  But at this moment, he didn't care about these things at all. His eyes flashed with incredulity as he stared tightly at Fan Yiran, his voice trembling slightly, "Senior brother, you said Tianfu Totem? That Ling family's kid has the Tianfu Totem?"

  "Uh-huh."

  Fan Yiran nodded in agreement. He told Lian Jun that this matter was also intended to see Lian Jun's surprised look, and now seeing Lian Jun like this, he was extremely satisfied in his heart.

  The Innate Totem, that is a born warrior. Throughout the thousands of years of history of the Tianjian Sect, there have only been three people with an Innate Totem, and they were all seniors from over a thousand years ago. In the past thousand years, no disciple with an Innate Totem has appeared in the Tianjian Sect again.

  Delighted by his junior brother's shocked expression, Fan Yiru did not notice the slight inappropriateness in his junior brother's words.

  "Big brother! This disciple is probably not suitable for you to take on..."

  Seeing the usually steady and calm Shixiong confirm, Lian Jun suddenly stood up straight, then turned to Fan Yiran beside him and hastily said, "Shixiong, I'm going to make a trip to 'Jianzhong', you go rest first."

  Fan Yiran heard his junior brother's previous sentence and thought he had heard himself say that Ling Qingyan had a natural talent for the Totem, and was about to snatch the apprentice again. He was just about to get angry, but Lian Jun's next sentence made him suddenly stunned.

  Jianzhong, he naturally knew that it could be said that the bottom card of Tianjian Sect's ability to stand upright on Chongwu Continent for thousands of years without falling was there, and their elders were hiding in seclusion.

  Is it necessary to disturb those elders just because this young master Ling has a natural gift of the Totem?

  He wanted to ask more questions, but a voice that made his heart tremble with excitement had already sounded directly from his mind.

  "Wait here for your fellow disciples."

  Lian Jun and Fan Yiran exchanged a glance, both seeing excitement on each other's face.

  At almost the same time, both of them were certain that it was their master's voice, and from his tone, he would be coming in person...

  It had been over twenty years since either of them had seen their master, and they were both extremely excited at this moment.

  The two of them were just orphans decades ago, and it was their master who took them in when he was traveling outside. He gave them everything they had never dared to dream of before.

  Their master, who had long been equivalent to their father in their hearts, was still able to see him again after more than 20 years, and their emotions were naturally irrepressible.

  The atmosphere inside Jian Xiao Ge was somewhat eerie, the two old men were excitedly pacing back and forth like children who had grabbed a handful of candies.

  "Ah!"

  Suddenly, Lian Jun and Fan Yi felt the air around them stagnate, as if it had been completely sucked out. Then, a slightly more robust figure appeared beside them.

  "Bang!" "Bang!"

  Suddenly, two loud thuds of knee caps hitting the ground rang out. It was Lian Jun and Fan Yi Ran, both with tears streaming down their faces, without a hint of hesitation, heavily knelt down towards the approaching person, while faintly trembling voices came from their mouths:

  "Master!"