Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1028 - 1026: Please Conceal Your Sharpness!

Chapter 1028: Chapter 1026: Please Conceal Your Sharpness!

"The first round was merely a warm-up," you’re called Ren Feifan, right? You’re the disciple of that loser? Interesting, very interesting... Then, next round, I’ll make you cry!"

Ren Feifan naturally felt the killing intent emanating from seat number one. Just as he was about to look over, he noticed Qu Zhonghe’s eyes intently staring at him.

"I hear you’re Ying’s disciple? Not bad at all, Ying has taken on a good disciple this time."

Ren Feifan hadn’t quite grasped the reference to ’Ying’ at first; it took him a while to realize that the Ascetic Ying must be the ’Ying’ Old Qu referred to.

He nodded faintly and didn’t say much else.

Just then, something unexpected happened for Ren Feifan; a message was sent telepathically to his ear.

"Ren Feifan! Do not reveal the Spiritual Fire in your Dantian any longer or if someone with ill intent discovers it, your Spiritual Fire will only harm you! You will end up like me!"

The moment Ren Feifan heard the words ’Spiritual Fire,’ his face slightly changed; the other party was able to mention Spiritual Fire, which meant they had surely noticed the Nine Yang True Fire within his Dantian.

The Nine Yang True Fire, though a flame nurtured by the True Qi in his Dantian, was also one of the many Spiritual Fires.

The Sect Leader of Saint Doctor’s Gate had warned him about the rarity of Spiritual Fire when teaching him the Thousand Spirits Fusion Fire Technique, but he hadn’t realized that its rarity could put him in danger.

This reminder from Old Qu indeed startled Ren Feifan.

As he looked back at Old Qu, he discovered that someone had forcibly opened Old Qu’s Dantian!

It was severely damaged!

From the words Old Qu had spoken earlier, Ren Feifan fully realized that Old Qu’s current plight was because someone had stripped the fire from his body!

At that moment, Ren Feifan suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

"Thank you for the warning, Old Qu. If I may be so bold, may I ask who would be so cruel?"

Ren Feifan asked, sending his voice telepathically in return.

"It’s better for you not to know these matters at your current level. Before you have absolute power to protect yourself, remember not to expose yourself. Take heed, young man, do not waste your cultivation and the opportunities you’ve been given."

After saying this, Old Qu started to walk unsteadily down from the platform, leaning on his cane.

Ren Feifan’s eyes followed Old Qu as he left.

After a while, Old Qu reached the stage and turned around, announcing directly, "The top fifty from the first round have been decided. The following names will advance to the second round: Duan Qintian, Ge Hong... Zhu Haiming... Ren Feifan."

With each name called out, the corresponding person’s nameplate would flash.

After listing the names, Old Qu continued, "If any contestant has objections, they can check the specific results on their identity token. Moreover, the qualified contestants should remember that the second round, which is also the final round, will begin at 10 a.m. tomorrow morning. It will be the true forging of swords! Proving oneself through the sword! Let us wait and see!"

After finishing, Old Qu left.

This time, Ren Feifan and the Ascetic Ying didn’t go down to the inn at the foot of the mountain, as Hidden Sword Villa had prepared guest rooms for all contestants within the Villa to allow them to concentrate on refining their swords.

The guest rooms were fully equipped, making them a suitable place for cultivation.

Since Ren Feifan had won the first round with a perfect score, he directly requested two rooms. Although Hidden Sword Villa was initially reluctant, Elder Qu Zhonghe personally inquired about the matter and naturally granted Ren Feifan’s request.

The night.

Ren Feifan knocked on the door of the ascetic.

A trace of doubt lingered in his heart, seeking to find its way out.

He knocked on the door and soon, a wave of True Qi dispersed, and the door opened. Inside, the ascetic sat cross-legged, likely in the midst of cultivation.

"Come in," he said.

The strong naturally sensed their own aura; without a word, Ren Feifan shut the door behind him and found a place to sit.

Just as Ren Feifan was about to speak, the ascetic opened his eyes and said indifferently, "I know what you want to ask. Curiosity is not always good. These are but stale and trivial matters. But if you really want to know, I have no objection to telling you, since you will inevitably hear about it as long as you stay at Hidden Sword Villa."

Ren Feifan stayed silent, waiting for the ascetic to continue.

"The reason I’m so unwelcome at Hidden Sword Villa is entirely due to an incident that happened decades ago. My real name is Ying Wanling, a former disciple of Hidden Sword Villa, and my father was an elder of the villa.

Still, my status in Hidden Sword Villa was never significant since the villa’s most important skill is artifact refining and sword forging, and I had no talent in sword making.

Therefore, I wasn’t well-regarded, but fortunately, because my father was an elder, life there was mostly free of worries. I had no interest in swords, but my talent for cultivation was exceptional, so my father arranged for someone to teach me.

Life was peaceful until the day I accidentally trespassed into Hidden Sword Villa’s forbidden area—the Ten Thousand Swords Hall!

I also witnessed a man wearing a mask practicing there, his body emitting a dazzling flame that was very bright.

I intended to leave but accidentally touched a sword nearby, making a sound. The masked man reacted instantly and charged at me!

Just then, my father appeared behind me, and with a burst of True Qi, he shoved me aside, then engaged the masked man in battle. He told me to keep running, and best to run out of Hidden Sword Villa.

In the end, my father never came out again. An important sword from the Ten Thousand Swords Hall was lost, and since I was seen coming out of there, I naturally became the scapegoat for the entire incident, the target of public blame, even facing Hidden Sword Villa’s death penalty.

Fortunately, the elder Old Qu stood up for me—he’s the elder who presided over today’s event. He saved my life and had me permanently expelled from Hidden Sword Villa... Had the Sect Leader been there, I wouldn’t have been so disgraced, but the Sect Leader was in seclusion at that time."

After the ascetic finished speaking, Ren Feifan’s heart stirred with deep thoughts.

His master’s experience indeed bore some resemblance to his own.

After a while, he added, "Master, now that we’ve returned, I will personally inform the Sect Leader of this matter! To let everything come to light!"

The ascetic smiled and didn’t take it seriously. If Ren Feifan could actually win the sword forging competition, then he might start to doubt whether Ren Feifan was human at all.

Ren Feifan returned to his room and continued forging swords under the guidance of the Sword Spirit.

Overnight, he had gotten a better grasp over the True Fire, and even the sword making itself, successfully forging a lower fourth-tier sword.

This had nearly exhausted all of his energy and spirit.

Artifact refining and sword forging demand high levels of energy from the refiner; they must control both the flame and the properties of the sword within it, and any carelessness means total loss.

The Sword Spirit of the Ancient Dust Sword watched Ren Feifan fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and shook its head helplessly.

"Just a few days into learning and he can already forge swords of lower fourth-tier quality... This would infuriate countless artifact refiners in the world!"