Chapter 1146: The Number One Sword Dao Talent in the Extreme North Land

Listening to Teacher Lu and the voice converse, Su Yuan felt a bit uneasy. While no one was paying attention to him, he secretly took a sip of Enlightenment Tea. Immediately, he felt his entire body become much more clear and transparent, as if he were weightless and non-existent, moving with exceptional ease.

“This… this is…”

The voice was astonished. He had drunk Enlightenment Tea countless times in his life, but never had any had such potency.

What vintage of Enlightenment Tea is this?

There’s simply no Enlightenment Tea of this caliber in the Far North. And who exactly is this person, capable of producing it so effortlessly?

“Who exactly are you, fellow Daoist?” The voice shed its previous arrogance, realizing that Lu Yang’s origin far exceeded its imagination. It was highly likely that Lu Yang was an entity of comparable status to its own during its lifetime, or perhaps even more powerful.

Only Transcendent Tribulation stage cultivators could be more powerful than it.

“When asking about someone else’s identity, you should first introduce yourself.”

The voice let out a long sigh. “What you say is absolutely right, fellow Daoist. It’s just that I’ve truly forgotten my past identity.”

Lu Yang’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Then what can you still remember?”

“I am a cultivator from the Far North, at the peak of the Integration stage. I encountered a great calamity and originally intended to seize the body of a young beggar who had frozen to death in the city. Unexpectedly, after the seizure, I fell into a deep slumber, but that young beggar came back to life.”

Hearing this, Su Yuan was very surprised. “That young beggar…”“That’s you.”

Su Yuan looked bewildered; his childhood memories were very blurry, and he couldn’t recall what had happened.

“A great calamity? What kind of calamity?” Lu Yang asked, stroking his chin. This was what he truly wanted to know.

“I can’t recall clearly. I only remember an enemy so powerful they were unconquerable.”

For a peak Integration stage expert to resort to body seizure to escape with their life, the opponent must have either possessed combat power like his own master, or been a Transcendent Tribulation stage cultivator.

“Xiao Su, since there’s nothing really wrong at your home, I can rest assured.” Lu Yang couldn't obtain any more information, so he stood up, ready to leave.

Su Yuan let out a small gasp. How could this be considered “nothing wrong at home”?

“Alright, this is far enough.” Before leaving, Lu Yang advised, “That voice won’t harm you, but you shouldn’t believe everything it says. It just admitted itself that you are inexperienced and unaware of the wickedness in people’s hearts, so you should still maintain your guard.”

“You!” The voice sounded somewhat angry. Lu Yang pretended not to hear and left Su Yuan’s home.

“Uncle, a roasted sweet potato, please.” On the way back, Lu Yang rubbed his ears until they were red, pretending they were flushed from the cold like other pedestrians.

“I hadn’t noticed before, but Su Yuan’s soul is quite strong,” Lu Yang remarked, eating his sweet potato on the way.

He gently peeled back the soft skin, revealing the alluring orange-yellow flesh inside. Warm steam slowly rose, condensing into tiny mist droplets in the cold air, intertwining with the falling snowflakes and enveloping Lu Yang’s face. With a bite, it was soft and chewy, overflowing with sweetness.

Su Yuan’s soul cultivation was at the peak of the Integration stage. No cultivator in the entire Mu Xue City could discern this, unless their own soul fluctuations were precisely at the Transcendent Tribulation stage; otherwise, they wouldn’t notice anything amiss.

“It’s fine, just an Integration stage,” the Immortal Fairy said lazily in the spiritual space, lying in a small semi-circular house she had built from snow, not feeling cold at all.

“It’s indeed a case of split personality.”

What Su Yuan didn’t know was that if it truly were a body seizure, the voice would be conversing with the Immortal Fairy in the spiritual space, just like Lu Yang. However, whenever that voice spoke, it always used Su Yuan’s body. This implied that the voice was, in fact, also Su Yuan.

The fact that only one soul existed within Su Yuan’s body also supported this conclusion.

According to Lu Yang’s speculation, about ten years ago, that voice had fought a great battle with someone, suffered defeat, and then seized the body of a deceased young beggar in Mu Xue City.

It was unclear whether it was due to the voice sustaining severe injuries or the young beggar’s body being too weak, but in any case, something went wrong during the body seizure process. The voice fell into a deep slumber and also suffered amnesia, splitting off a trace of its soul to become the new young beggar, who was Su Yuan.

Now, Su Yuan’s practice of Tiger Roar Fist had produced Yang energy, which awakened the voice. From their brief interaction, it appeared the voice also didn't realize that Su Yuan was its other personality.

Perhaps the voice would continually tempt Su Yuan, urging him to accept its power and thus gain control over Su Yuan’s body, or perhaps Su Yuan would resist the temptation and gain the voice’s power.

The final outcome would depend on Su Yuan’s own choices.

“Have you heard? Xue Shilo is coming to our Mu Xue City!” During the break in the first half of class, students gathered, discussing in hushed tones, gesturing excitedly with their hands and feet, their eyebrows twitching with enthusiasm. It was clear that Xue Shilo held significant importance in their hearts.

“The great hero Xue Shilo, who punishes evil and promotes good?” Gong Che asked excitedly. Xue Shilo was renowned in the Far North for his good deeds, and there was no young person who didn't admire him.

As the top sword talent in the Far North, that title alone was enough to attract countless admirers.

“Yes, him! It’s said he was drawn here by the sword qi of that peerless sword cultivator from the beast tide, wanting to observe those sword auras.”

“I also heard he was once an opponent of Lu Yang, the Heavenly Prodigy. Is that true?” Shi Yi asked, so excited he couldn't sit still.

“It’s true. They were opponents at the Sword Inquiry Grand Ceremony held at Sword Tower. It’s said that among all the opponents Heavenly Prodigy Lu encountered at that ceremony, besides Ming Lou, the Sword Tower’s successor, Xue Shilo was the strongest!” Gong Che explained. Their family were cultivators after all, so they knew more than ordinary people.

Clashes between two powerful figures were always captivating topics, especially when involving talents like Xue Shilo and Lu Yang, who were renowned throughout the Far North and the entire cultivation world.

Xue Shilo… Lu Yang paused for a moment when he heard the name, only remembering who Xue Shilo was after hearing Gong Che’s explanation.

He had indeed been a formidable opponent at the Sword Inquiry Grand Ceremony. While Lu Yang had only used one sword strike against other opponents, he had to use three strikes to defeat Xue Shilo.

“Alright, stop discussing and let’s begin class,” Lu Yang called out. The students reluctantly responded; they had been deep in their discussion.

Suddenly, the martial arts hall door burst open, and a rush of cold wind poured in. A black-clad swordsman appeared in the hall and quickly closed the door behind him.

Xue Shilo breathed a sigh of relief. Someone had accidentally recognized him, causing the entire street to fill with people. Unfamiliar with the area, he had to find a random place to hide.

Xue Shilo turned around and found thirty-three students, with sixty-six eyes, staring intently at him, which made him feel a bit awkward.

Suddenly, he noticed the teacher instructing the class, staggered back several steps, nearly tripping over the threshold. “It’s you?”

He quickly looked up at the plaque above the door. “That’s right,” he thought, “this is a martial arts hall, not the City Lord’s Mansion.”

“Pay attention, this is a friend of the teacher,” Lu Yang said calmly, then glanced at Xue Shilo again.

“You be quiet. Don’t disturb my class. We can talk after class.” Xue Shilo nodded numbly.