Chapter 179: The Emperor Among Swords, A Small Probability Event
Chapter 179 – The Emperor Among Swords, A Small Probability Event
Severely wounded, Chen Shisan swayed, on the absolute verge of collapse.
Yet, the shattered True Martial Sword in his grip remained entirely unresponsive.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng downed his bowl of noodle soup in one gulp, his appetite instantly halving.
“System, perhaps you were right. There are simply no miracles in this world.”
“Host, the mortal dust may not understand, but you should know best.”
“What the world calls a miracle is merely a matter of probability.”
“Clearly, Chen Shisan cannot awaken—”
Thrum!
Before the System could finish its mechanical deduction, the True Martial Sword in Chen Shisan’s grasp erupted with a blinding radiance.
The sheer weight of the erupting sword aura directly forced every living being within hundreds of miles to their knees.
The System: “…”
Witnessing this, Chen Changsheng, who had been lazily reclining upon the void, sprang to his feet.
“System, this would be what they call a legendary miracle, right?”
“Host, this is merely a small probability event—”
“No, don’t try to change the subject.”
Chen Changsheng interrupted the System, his voice tinged with rare excitement. “Of course I know it’s a small probability event.”
“But I’m deeply curious… what is the colloquial term for a small probability event?”
The System: “…”
If I possessed human emotions, I would undoubtedly curse you right now.
“Answering Host, small probability events are generally referred to as miracles by the mortal world.”
“Clearly, Host has encountered a small probability event this time.”
“However, the probability of such events occurring consecutively is infinitesimal. Host should not harbor false hope.”
The System was still delivering its rigid analysis, but Chen Changsheng had already plummeted toward the bloody battlefield below.
The System: “…”
Could you grant me a shred of respect and at least listen to my deductions?
…
Swish!
Chen Shisan swung his sword. The strike was born entirely of sheer, unpolished instinct.
At that moment, he was already half-submerged in a lightless coma.
Rather than saying Chen Shisan’s arm delivered the blow, it was more accurate to say his very Dao Heart had slashed out against the crushing weight of the world.
Crack!
A cleanly severed bamboo chopstick clattered against the stone floor.
Drip.
Along with the ruined wood, a single drop of crimson liquid fell.
Brushing a finger against a microscopic hairline cut on his cheek, Chen Changsheng was utterly speechless.
“Seriously, we’re practically old friends. Was it strictly necessary to strike with such murderous intent?”
“This brat has lost his mind, but are you going mad alongside him?”
Chen Changsheng grumbled as he strolled toward the frozen, bleeding figure of Chen Shisan.
Interestingly, his complaints were entirely directed at the shattered True Martial Sword.
Thrum!
The True Martial Sword vibrated frantically, practically screaming at Chen Changsheng to hurry up and pull its new master from the brink of death.
“I know, I know!”
“You’re only getting anxious now? Where was this urgency earlier?”
“It’s fortunate my medical skills are peerless, or else not even the heavens could pull him back from the Yellow Springs.”
He carelessly stuffed a Spirit Pill into Chen Shisan’s mouth, manifesting threads of pure divine power to hastily suture the gaping flesh.
In less than thirty breaths, the brutal external lacerations were seamlessly mended.
Thrum!
Seeing the flesh healed but its master still unconscious, the True Martial Sword vibrated with renewed panic.
“What are you panicking for? You know perfectly well how rotten this kid’s foundation is.”
“Even the highest-grade Spirit Pills and miraculous medicines have their efficacies severely discounted when poured into that mortal shell.”
“Even with my heavenly arts, he isn’t going to spring awake instantly, is he?”
Hearing Chen Changsheng’s reasoning, the trembling True Martial Sword finally settled.
Having successfully placated the ancient artifact, Chen Changsheng finally had the leisure to study the youth before him properly.
“I’ve always humbly considered my own talents to be on par with any bearer of Heaven’s Mandate.”
“Whenever I witness a technique, even if I don’t grasp its profound depths instantly, I can usually glean a rough understanding of its mechanics.”
“Yet, I cannot fathom how you executed that singular strike.”
“You are a mere mortal without a sliver of Qi, yet you cleanly severed the chopstick in my hand and drew my blood.”
“It’s nothing short of a metaphysical absurdity!”
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng paced back and forth, a rare gleam of profound fascination in his ancient eyes.
Given his unfathomable cultivation, a simple blade of grass pinched between his fingers would be an unbreakable divine weapon to ordinary cultivators.
Let alone an uncultivated mortal, even an apex powerhouse like Wu Li wouldn’t be able to scratch him!
Even if Wu Li personally wielded the fully awakened True Martial Sword, the result would be identical.
Right as Chen Changsheng was reveling in this cosmic anomaly, the unconscious Chen Shisan slowly fluttered his eyes open.
Seeing this, the feverish excitement on Chen Changsheng’s face evaporated, instantly replaced by a mask of utter, exhausted disdain.
“Oh, look.”
“You’ve finally decided to wake up. Another minute and I was just going to toss you into a coffin and bury you.”
Glancing groggily at the sea of unconscious guards littered around the street, Chen Shisan frowned in confusion.
“Did you do this?”
“Me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I have absolutely zero interest in cleaning up your mortal messes.”
“You managed this on your own. But wipe that look off your face—your performance was truly abysmal.”
A flicker of genuine bewilderment passed through Chen Shisan’s eyes.
“That was… abysmal?”
“How could it not be?”
“They are nothing but mortal thugs!”
“For a cultivator, slaughtering them is less effort than stepping on a colony of ants.”
“Yet, for such a rudimentary chore, you allowed yourself to be butchered to the brink of the Yellow Springs.”
“I could drag a random Paramita Realm junior out of the bushes, and they would have performed better than you. Do you believe me?”
Chen Changsheng’s lecture only made Chen Shisan’s head spin further; the boy had absolutely no concept of how the cultivation world categorized power.
“Are Paramita Realm cultivators very weak?”
“Of course they’re weak!”
“The orthodox cultivation path is divided into three major stages: the Sea of Bitterness, the Grotto-Heaven, and the Divine Realm.”
“The Sea of Bitterness encapsulates the Fountain, Divine Bridge, and Paramita realms.”
“The Paramita Realm is merely the third minor step within the very first major stage. Strictly speaking, it hasn’t even brushed the hem of true power.”
“It’s forgivable if you don’t understand the intricacies of the Dao, but you know how to count, right?”
“Use your fingers. Isn’t being on the third minor step at the bottom of the ladder exceptionally weak?”
Hearing this logic, Chen Shisan earnestly counted on his calloused fingers.
Frowning, he found that the math did indeed seem to align with Chen Changsheng’s brutal assessment.
“I know I am completely lacking. But I will work until my bones break to grow stronger.”
Glancing at the boy’s shameful expression, Chen Changsheng waved a hand with exaggerated magnanimity.
“Just figure it out on your own. Although your foundational talent is utter trash, your attitude is at least somewhat respectable.”
“Keep that stubbornness up.”
Believing he had narrowly scraped together a passing grade of approval, Chen Shisan bowed deeply. Then, he turned and limped toward the bridal palanquin resting quietly down the street.
However, the very instant Chen Shisan’s back was turned, Chen Changsheng shot a vicious, terrifying glare at the True Martial Sword.
His silent, crushing intent conveyed a singular message:
If you dare reveal to him that I was genuinely impressed, I will melt you down into scrap iron.
The True Martial Sword: “…”
Given your supreme status, unfathomable strength, and ancient years, you absolutely shouldn’t be behaving this childishly!
To ruthlessly threaten a newly awakened sword spirit out of petty pride… you truly are the shameless Emperor among “swords”!