“Impudent!”

This surge of sword intent was sensed by many of the experts from the Primordial Sect present, and they couldn’t help but shout out.

No matter what, on the territory of the Primordial Sect, to wield a sword against them was simply to show utter disregard.

“There’s no need for the Sect Master to act. Ethan Stone, do you dare to fight me!”

At this moment, a young man who looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, dressed in short fighting attire, spoke coldly.

“That’s enough, David!” Henry Grant spoke slowly, his expression icy. He had figured it out: if there was no resolution today, Jason Harris would never let things go easily.

And now, it wasn’t just Jason Harris watching him—if he kept holding back, more and more people would suspect he was no longer at his peak.

If he couldn’t suppress these doubts as soon as possible, the consequences could be unimaginable.

The person he stopped was named David Reed, whose mastery of the blade was renowned throughout the world. He had already reached the ninth level of the Transcendence Realm, just a step away from perfection.

Originally, he was a lone blade cultivator from the East Sea, a martial fanatic with a great reputation. After making his debut, he toppled several sects and became widely known.

Later, he encountered Henry Grant’s former self, was convinced by him, and chose to follow Henry Grant into the Primordial Sect, where he now served as an elder.

“Since the sword fanatic insists on challenging me, I’ll give you a chance. I hope you’ve improved since back then—don’t let me down!” Henry Grant said coldly. “But right now, it’s time for our sect’s core disciples to compete. Wait until the competition is over!”

“Fine!”

Ethan Stone nodded.

Soon, the news spread, and many disciples of the Primordial Sect began to pay attention.

On one side was the sword fanatic Ethan Stone, once ranked among the top ten swords alongside their own Sect Master; on the other was their own Dao Realm Sect Master.

It seemed like a huge gap—after all, their Sect Master was already in the Dao Realm, and just those two words were enough to make countless cultivators on the Xuan Yuan Continent feel suffocated.

However, many recalled the rumors from the demon domain about their Sect Master being gravely injured and near death, and couldn’t help but feel anxious—an unprecedented sense of worry.

But soon, everyone’s attention shifted, because the two competitors for today’s match had already entered the arena: one in blue, one in red, two graceful figures stepping in.

Henry Grant’s gaze also fell upon the two in the arena.

One was a fiery red figure, looking about seventeen or eighteen, tall and pretty, with long hair tied into a ponytail hanging down her back. She held a pitch-black iron sword in her hand. Rather than a sword, it looked more like a piece of iron, roughly polished, appearing quite crude.

Yet it was once the sword carried by Henry Grant’s former self during a certain period, following the path of the heavy, blunt sword—great skill appearing clumsy.

And this was his second disciple, Emma Collins.

Opposite Emma Collins stood a young woman in blue, looking very elegant and refined.

She was the longtime rival, the Vice Sect Master’s disciple, Emily Thompson.

“Senior Sister Thompson, today’s championship is mine!” Emma Collins grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

“Then let me see how much of the Sect Master’s style Junior Sister Collins’s sword has!” Sophia Thompson drew the long sword at her waist, pointing it at Emma Collins from afar.

“Buzz!”

As soon as the words fell, the two vanished from their spots, moving as fast as a blaze and a breeze, clashing in midair.

In the next instant, everyone heard a loud, metallic clang as the two treasured swords collided in the air.

A powerful shockwave instantly swept out.

“Sect Master Grant, your sect has produced two more talents—truly worthy of congratulations. It won’t be long before they reach Transcendence, will it?” Jason Harris’s voice reached Henry Grant’s ears.

All the experts present could see that the two’s cultivation had far surpassed the ordinary Mortal Shedding Realm. Both had reached the peak of that realm, with one foot already in the Transcendence Realm.

Given their age, they were indeed astonishingly gifted.

Chapter Six: Sect Master, Spare Me

“They’re alright, I just taught them casually.”

Henry Grant looked as if he hated iron for not becoming steel.

“It’s mainly due to their talent!”

Jason Harris was instantly choked—damn, I was just making polite conversation, no need to show off like that.

Why does this Henry Grant feel completely different from before?

“As for whether they’ll reach Transcendence, I never consider if my disciples can reach that realm—it’s only a matter of time anyway!”

Henry Grant spread his hands, looking indifferent to life and death, as if he could see the words above Jason Harris’s head:

Anger +1!

Anger +1!

Anger +1!

“By the way, system, have you considered developing a module to absorb negative emotion points?” Henry Grant couldn’t help but complain in his mind. “Maybe call it ‘Sect Master, Spare Me’?”

“Host, please stop trying to ride the hype!” The system’s cold, mechanical voice replied.

While Henry Grant’s mind was running wild, the battle between Emma Collins and Emily Thompson in the arena had reached its climax.

This was actually the first time Henry Grant had truly watched others fight. It was a completely different feeling from watching memories in his mind.