Gou Han Shi felt startled, he remained silent for a time, then said: “No wonder why he was so tenacious.”
Upon finishing his words, he started to cough, with his brows lightly clenched, evidently in pain. He then looked at Chen Chang Sheng and asked: “You’re not someone that cares for hollow fame, why are you so adamant about the Grand Examination?”
Chen Chang Sheng replied: “As I said before, a lot of things cannot be explained.”
Gou Han Shi didn’t ask further.
Chen Chang Sheng hadn’t finished speaking however, he looked at the sword strapped to Gou Han Shi’s waist and asked, with some uncertainty: “Can the complete sword manual be exchanged for anything?”
The complete form for Li Shan Sword Arts can be exchanged for many things, especially when it comes to disciples of Li Shan Sword Sect.
Not mentioning first place in the Grand Examination, even things that are far more important, Gou Han Shi would be willing to give them up.
Gou Han Shi knew that the full form for Li Shan Sword Arts used to be kept at White Emperor City and that it was now at Orthodox Academy, but he never could have expected Chen Chang Sheng to make this type of suggestion.
He remained silent for a long while, then shook his head and said: “I am a disciple of Li Mountain, therefore I cannot accept; since it’s our sect’s sword art, in the future, us disciples will use our own strength to return it to Li Mountain instead of using it in a transaction.”
Hearing him refuse Luo Luo’s suggestion Chen Chang Sheng didn’t feel any disappoint, in contrast, he felt slightly relieved.
“Then come.”
Chen Chang Sheng raised Rainfall Whip in his right hand with True Essence lightly flowing and the whip head slightly raised, lightly swaying with the wind.
This was the final and most important match for this year’s Grand Examination.
It started very calmly and very suddenly.
Gou Han Shi drew his blade from its scabbard, freely raising his arm, the sword lightly quivered in the air, letting off a buzzing sound.
He headed towards Chen Chang Sheng. His steps were slow and steady, but gave the sense that it couldn’t possibly be dodged.
Gou Han Shi thrust out and a sword manifestation harmoniously travelled outwards; no sound echoed within the tower, yet, a clear sound resonated from a faraway location within the blue sky on the horizon, as if someone was intoning a song.
The fisherman’s song echoes; as the sound has reached the ear, so does the tune arrive.
The sword came too fast and too placidly, to the point where it seemed to convey a sense of joy in the blade meeting its opponent.
Facing this seemingly ordinary move, Chen Chang Sheng actually felt as if there wasn’t any possibility of dodging, whether be it Discerning Steps or pure speed, they were no longer able to have an effect in such a short amount of time.
He poured his True Essence into Rainfall Whip, using the whip as a sword and holding it out horizontally in front of himself.
A sharp sound of clashing, then Rainfall Whip began to violently shudder.
Upon the whip, a golden light appeared, exhibiting a powerful energy that forcefully blocked Gou Han Shi’s sword manifestation, yet, it couldn’t stop the manifestation from travelling into Chen Chang Sheng’s wrist from the handle of the whip.
His hand subsequently started to tremble and following this, his arm. A sharp pain carried upwards to his shoulder and he could no longer continue holding onto the whip.
With the sound of air being split, Rainfall Whip slipped out of his grasp and left his hand.
At that moment, Gou Han Shi’s second manoeuvre followed. With this move’s appearance, the faraway horizon once again echoed in song; a sunset glow filled the heavens.
Having lost Rainfall Whip, Chen Chang Sheng still had the Sword of Wen Shui. He grasped onto the sword’s hilt and pulled outwards, all that could be heard was a single sound ringing out as the blade left its scabbard. The bright blade reflected the sunset clouds outside and at the same time gave rise to more, tinting all the windows and doors within the tower with a warm red glow.
Night Clouds End, from the Three Forms of Wen Shui.
Two sunsets clashed within the Tower of Purging Dust; the black eaves turned to gold.
An extremely pure aura travelling with the sword manifestation inside the sunset clouds, broke through Chen Chang Sheng’s defence and headed towards his torso, if it wasn’t for the Sword of Wen Shui suddenly wailing at the last moment and him making use of the sword’s own powerful aura to help block most of the attack’s momentum, he would definitely have suffered heavy injuries.
The Sword of Wen Shui had saved him, but it had also been thrown out into the sky by Gou Han Shi’s manoeuvre, it whistled as it spun away and flew far out of the tower, unknown as to where it would land.
Chen Chang Sheng unhesitatingly jumped backwards, wanting to use Discerning Steps; at the same time, his right hand ha