The realm of Chu Kuangren's Daoism was just too high.
This was especially after his three years of closed-door meditation to gain insights into the Emperor's Scripture. He currently possessed an extremely high-level understanding of Daoism, which might be even comparable to a Sage's as well.
Soon after he realized that, an idea came into Chu Kuangren's mind. What would happen if he were to mentally spar with a Sage?
He already had the intention to mentally spar with a Sage long ago.
However, there had been no chance for him to do so.
Right now, that opportunity was laid before him.
“I'll wait a little longer.” Chu Kuangren took a deep breath to suppress the impulse in him, not because he was afraid of that challenge but because did not want to interrupt the Sage in the middle of his Daoist teachings. It would be rude on Chu Kuangren's part if he were to rashly do so.
Upon thinking of this, Chu Kuangren held his Descendant Self Sword in his arms and stopped listening to the Sage's Daoist teachings. Instead, he was now focused on gaining insights and understanding into the mysterious Sword Soul.
For Chu Kuangren, that would be more beneficial to him compared to listening to the Sage's Daoist teachings.
In the blink of an eye, three days had flown past.
The Sage's Daoist teaching had come to an end.
One by one, everyone gradually returned to their senses from the Sage's Daoism, looking as if they had gained quite some knowledge. Even the Honorables had benefited from this.
“Many thanks, Sage!”
One of the Honorable Supremes stood up and bowed before the Sage.
“Thank you, Sage!”
The others then followed suit too as they all stood up and bowed gratefully.
The Whitelock Sage smiled faintly. He had gained quite some merits after giving out the Daoist teachings. Although the merits did nothing much to his Meritorious Body Technique, they were still acc.u.mulated within him. No matter how few the merits, it would still count towards his cultivation.
“My Daoist teaching session is now over. If anyone here has any questions or doubts, please feel free to bring them up now.” The Whitelock Sage replied.
Every cultivators' eyes lit up. Each one of them took the opportunity to quickly bring up their doubts and questions to the Sage who answered all of them.
“Sage, seeing that now is the Era of Great Battles, who do you think among the sky-prides have the highest chance to become an Emperor in this world?” Ao Chang suddenly asked.
His question attracted the interest of many on the scene.
The Whitelock Sage merely replied, “This I believe will be up to the will of the Heavens and it is not for me to figure out. ”
“If that's the case, how long do you think it will take for an Emperor to appear among us?”
It was Yuanhong who asked this time.
“This Era of Great Battles will bring upon a new change that was absent during the ancient times, and with the Great Dharma Emergence, one will also need to undergo various kinds of training to become an Emperor. It could take a person a hundred years if the fastest, or it could even take up to thousands of years if slower,” the Whitelock Sage replied with a frown.
Since he was not yet an Emperor, how would he know the time it required for someone to become an Emperor?
“Sage, I heard that the Mental Staircase before your palace entrance can test the Daoist core of every cultivator. Now that it has broken, do you think Chu Kuangren can be compared to the Emperors of Old?”
Wuchen Zi took a look at Chu Kuangren and asked.
The corners of the Whitelock Sage's mouth twitched slightly. He too knew that the Mental Staircase was destroyed.
In fact, he could not figure out how strong Chu Kuangren's Daoist core was as well. Due to this, he dared not surmise whether that person's Daoist core could be compared to the Emperors of Old or not.
After all, that incident was just too unimaginable. However, if he were to reply by saying he did not know, he would embarra.s.s himself too.
'Why do these young lads keep asking me things that I don't know of?'
Suddenly, the Whitelock Sage thought of something. His gaze deepened as he put on a mysterious act and replied, “This is something I'm not allowed to say I'm afraid.”
At that, everyone looked at each other. Some were even confused as well. 'You can't tell? What does this mean then?'
Despite everyone's curiosity, they would never know as the Sage did not wish to answer that question. They would only have to accept the unknown even though their curiosity had reached a peak.
“Sage, I have been stuck in the Honorable realm for two thousand years now, dare I ask how can I break through this stagnation?” Then, one of the Honorables suddenly asked.
Although that question was similarly difficult compared to the previous few, the Sage was at least knowledgeable in that topic.
The Daoist teaching session lasted three days, whilst the questions and answering session lasted another two days.
Even the Whitelock Sage felt that it was time for it to come to an end. Then, he set his curiosity-filled gaze onto Chu Kuangren.
It was because Chu Kuangren had been sitting in his own place that entire time. He did not listen to his Daoist teachings, nor did he have any questions to ask. Chu Kuangren just sat there with his sword in his arms.
He sat there unmoving like a statue.
The Whitelock Sage began to wonder what his point was for coming here.
Besides the Sage, even the others had noticed Chu Kuangren's weird behavior. Everyone exchanged confusing glances at each other, wondering what the h.e.l.l Chu Kuangren was up to.
“How dare you, Chu Kuangren. The Sage himself is here before you, yet you still show your lack of manners by ignoring him and his authority here?”
One of the Honorables questioned Chu Kuangren loudly.
Hum…
At that point, Chu Kuangren's Descendant Self Sword shook lightly as it unsheathed and revealed half its body. A sharp and terrifyingly horrible aura instantly locked onto that Honorable.
As if a bolt of lightning had struck him, that Honorable turned pale with fear. He did not expect such an intense and sharp aura would give him a feeling as if his life was hanging by a thread.
That blade was just too horrifying.
Deep down, everyone in the crowd was frightened as well.
That blade deserved to be ranked first in the Hundred Swords Spectrum. After all, it was the only blade in the world to be a.s.similated to a Sword Soul. Its fame was indeed well-deserved; it was terrifying.
Chu Kuangren woke up leisurely and pressed the hilt of the Descendant Self Sword, pus.h.i.+ng the blade back into its sheath. He then caressed the blade's body like he was consoling it while he said, “It's not worth being angry at a person like that, buddy…”
After that, he took a look at his surroundings and s.h.i.+fted his gaze onto the Whitelock Sage who was sitting on the futon. He asked with a smile, “Has the Daoist teaching session ended?”
The Whitelock Sage nodded gently. “It has.”
“Very well then, Sage. If that's the case, will you be so kind as to allow me, a junior cultivator, to ask you something?”
Most of the cultivators looked at Chu Kuangren curiously.
“I'll allow it. Please speak your mind.” The Whitelock Sage's expression turned stern. 'How hard will the questions or doubts be for a sky-pride like him?'
“Sage, it took you three days to give your Daoist teachings and another two days for you to answer the questions. Are you exhausted?”
'What?'
Everyone in the crowd looked at each other with a confused look on their faces.
'What kind of question is this?'
“I'm alright,” the Whitelock Sage replied. He too wondered what trick or scheme Chu Kuangren was up to now.
“I see. If that's the case, is it alright if I request to have a mental sparring match with the Sage right now?” Chu Kuangren asked with a chuckle.
As soon as he said that, the scene immediately fell into a strange silence.
Everyone doubted their ears.
'What the h.e.l.l did I just hear?'
'Chu Kuangren wants to mentally spar with the Sage?'
“How dare you!”
“Insolent fool, how dare you to say such outrageous words!”
Multiple horrifying surges of auras erupted simultaneously as a few of the extremely enraged Honorables glared at Chu Kuangren.
To them, the Whitelock Sage was like a teacher who had taught them Daoism, so everyone was extremely respectful towards him.
Therefore, they saw Chu Kuangren's actions right now as an act of provocation towards the Sage. How could they not be angered by his disrespectful intent?
Hum!
A burst of sword chants suddenly erupted!
Then, an incredibly terrifying Sword-based Daoist Rhyme spread through the hall, instantly suppressing the other Honorables' poise and forcing them to step back.
The enraged few suddenly looked at Chu Kuangren in shock.
“The one I'm asking is the Sage, not you guys.”
Chu Kuangren glanced at those Honorables and s.h.i.+fted his gaze onto the Sage. “What do you think, Sage? Are you willing to mentally spar with a junior like me?”
His tone was neither humble nor arrogant. In fact, he sounded serious.
Everyone was finally convinced.
'Chu Kuangren really wants to mentally spar with a Sage!'
At this, everyone did not know how to express their inner thoughts, not knowing if they should be shocked or view him in contempt instead.
However, they were sure of one thing. No matter what, no one would be as daring as Chu Kuangren to request a mentally sparring session with the Sage.
They did not even dare to think about it.
“We're here to listen to the Sage's Daoist teaching. But what about Chu Kuangren? That guy is here to mentally spar with the Sage instead!”
Some of the cultivators could not help but lament emotionally.