Disciple Attained Innate Sword Body

"You actually comprehended Sword Intent?"

Han Lie jerked his head up and looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

How could this be possible!

Sword Intent!

That was a True Martial Intent!

Even in the Han family, with its thousand-year legacy, it was hard to produce a genius capable of comprehending True Martial Intent in a century!

How many Golden Core cultivators exhausted their entire lives without even touching the threshold of True Intent!

Yet this youth before him, who was merely at the third level of Qi Condensation, this ant he could crush with a wave of his hand, had actually comprehended Sword Intent?

Mo Wentian remained expressionless.

He didn't know what Sword Intent was. He only knew that he was about to become an outer sect disciple of the Tianyan Sect!

...

At the peak of Qingyun Mountain, beneath the Dao Comprehension Tree.

Lin Yan leaned back in a recliner, a purple grape in his mouth.

A gentle breeze brushed past, making the leaves rustle and exude waves of Dao charm.

"Not bad."

Lin Yan also hadn't expected that Mo Wentian would actually kill a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Although Han Lie had been immobilized by him and couldn't move, the gap in strength between the two was still far too massive.

Between the Nascent Soul and Qi Condensation realms lay the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core realms—a difference of three major cultivation stages.

Normally speaking, let alone killing, it would be impossible to even harm a single hair on the opponent's body.

But Mo Wentian had done it.

At this moment, Mo Wentian was kneeling on one knee on the bluestone slab, his back straight.

Having personally slain a Nascent Soul expert, Mo Wentian's heart was equally surging with emotion.

"This disciple has fortunately not failed the mission. I have slain Han Lie."

Lin Yan sat up straight, looked at the blood-soaked youth before him, and nodded.

"You did very well."

He paused, looked into Mo Wentian's eyes, and spoke slowly, "Mo Wentian, are you willing to enter my Tianyan Sect?"

Mo Wentian's body trembled, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He had waited for these words for a very, very long time.

"This disciple is willing!"

[Ding! Detected that the current target's initial loyalty is 75 percent. Can be accepted as an outer/inner sect disciple]

Lin Yan raised an eyebrow.

A loyalty of 75?

That wasn't low at all!

Of course, what Lin Yan valued more was Mo Wentian's temperament.

Back when Han Lie came to kill them, all the nominal disciples had run away. Only Mo Wentian stood alone at the courtyard gate, saying, "Alive, I am a person of the Tianyan Sect; dead, I am a ghost of the Tianyan Sect."

Later, he didn't take a shortcut to challenge the Heart-Questioning Pavilion. Instead, he stayed grounded at the foot of the mountain, killing Han Lie strike by strike with his sword.

Knowing it meant certain death, yet not retreating!

Knowing it was impossible, yet doing it anyway!

This kind of temperament was more precious than any talent.

It would be a real pity for such a good seedling to merely be an outer sect disciple.

"Accept him as an inner sect disciple!" Lin Yan said to the system in his heart.

Then, he looked at Mo Wentian, his tone becoming a bit more solemn.

"Mo Wentian, from this day forward, you are my fourth personal disciple."

Boom!

These words exploded in Mo Wentian's mind like a clap of thunder.

Wasn't it an outer sect disciple?

How did it become a personal disciple?

How was this possible?

How could he possibly become a personal disciple?

One had to know that just a year ago, he was still kneeling outside the mountain gate of the Heavenly Sword Sect, begging bitterly for three days and three nights, only asking to become an outer sect handyman of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

But in the end, he was kicked down the mountain by the Heavenly Sword Sect's gatekeeping disciples, who cursed him as a "trash with inferior aptitude" and told him not to even dream of joining any sect in this lifetime.

And now, this Guardian Envoy of Cangwu Commandery personally appointed by the dynasty, a legendary Soul Formation Venerable, actually wanted to accept him as a personal disciple?

"Sect Master, this disciple... this disciple is dull-witted and has mediocre aptitude. I do not dare to disgrace the title of a personal disciple."

Mo Wentian lowered his head, his voice carrying a trace of trembling as he spoke cautiously.

He was afraid that this was just a dream, afraid that the moment he spoke, he would wake up.

"It matters not."

Lin Yan waved his hand, his tone calm yet carrying an unquestionable power.

"When this sect takes in disciples, we do not look at aptitude, nor do we look at background. We only look at temperament. Your temperament is worthy of the status of a personal disciple."

"Are you willing?"

These words were like a warm current that instantly washed away all the defenses in Mo Wentian's heart.

Do not look at aptitude.

Do not look at background.

Only look at temperament.

This was the warmest sentence he had ever heard in his twenty years of life.

Mo Wentian could no longer hold back. The knee that had been resting on the ground slammed down heavily, bringing him to a full kneel.

"I am willing! This disciple is willing!"

"Master above, please accept your disciple's bow!"

After saying that, Mo Wentian respectfully prostrated himself, his forehead knocking heavily against the cold stone slab.

One kowtow.

Two kowtows.

Three kowtows.

With every kowtow, he used all the strength in his body. His forehead struck the stone slab, producing a muffled thud.

When he kowtowed for the third time, a scalding tear slipped from the corner of his eye without warning.

Immediately following were a second drop, a third drop...

Tears mixed with the blood and dirt on his face, flowing down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground, mingling with Han Lie's blood.

He didn't even realize himself that he was crying.

This youth, who had been orphaned and helpless since childhood, who had suffered endless bullying and had never known what tears tasted like, was weeping profusely at this moment.

He thought of the past twenty-plus years.

He remembered how, after his parents died, he begged on the streets alone, was chased and bitten by wild dogs, and was beaten black and blue by other beggars.

He remembered how he had accidentally obtained a fragmented Qi Condensation cultivation method and thought he had seen hope, cultivating day and night from then on.

For a single lowest-grade Qi Gathering Pill, he had mined for a mine owner for three years, almost dying in the tunnels.

For a decent iron sword, he had fought wild wolves in the Demonic Beast Forest, leaving a scar on his arm so deep that the bone was visible.

He remembered kneeling time and time again outside the mountain gates of various sects, only to be thrown out like garbage every single time.

Those people called him trash, said it was impossible for him to achieve anything in cultivation in this lifetime, and said his existence was just a waste of food.

He thought that his life would only ever be like this.

To be a rogue cultivator at the absolute bottom, running around every day just to survive, and finally dying in some deserted corner with no one to even collect his corpse.

But now.

He had joined the Tianyan Sect.

The most powerful sect in the entire Cangwu Commandery.

He had become the personal disciple of a Soul Formation Venerable.

He finally had a home.

The grievances, unwillingness, and despair that had accumulated for twenty years all turned into scalding tears at this moment.

Mo Wentian did not cry out loud; he just wept silently, kowtowing over and over again.

His forehead was smashed open and bleeding, but he remained completely oblivious to it.

Lin Yan looked at the blood-soaked, tear-streaked youth before him and felt slightly touched in his heart.

"Alright, get up."

"From this day forward, you are my, Lin Yan's, disciple. With me here, no one will ever dare to bully you again."

Mo Wentian slowly raised his head, haphazardly wiping the tears and blood off his face with his sleeve, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"From this day forward, this disciple's life belongs to Master."

"Alive, I am a person of the Tianyan Sect; dead, I am a soul of the Tianyan Sect!"

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully taking in an inner sect disciple. Reward: Inner Sect Disciple Trait Extraction Opportunity x1, Sect Points +100]

[Ding! Detected that disciple Mo Wentian's favorability has greatly increased. Loyalty +5 percent]

[Ding! Detected that disciple Mo Wentian's loyalty has broken through 80 percent. Reward: Sect Master Trait Extraction Opportunity x1]

Lin Yan smiled.

He had obtained another Sect Master trait.

"Sys, draw the Inner Sect Disciple trait first!"

[Ding! Drawing Inner Sect Disciple trait...]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the trait: Innate Sword Physique.]

[Innate Sword Physique: Born with a natural affinity for the Great Dao of the Sword. Upon reaching great mastery, the body itself becomes a sword, ten thousand swords return to their origin, and a single sword breaks all laws.]