The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 1290 - 1288: Alas, Disciples Are Hard to Teach (5 Updates)

Chapter 1290: Chapter 1288: Alas, Disciples Are Hard to Teach (5 Updates)

Gu Qingyun had already anticipated Lin Bai’s request.

Gu Qingyun had already noticed that Lin Bai’s cultivation was not high, and his visit to the Ancient Clan must be aimed at securing a spot in the All Nations Disciple Recruitment Conference—he was young and eager to find a Sect for further cultivation!

And the All Nations Disciple Recruitment Conference was undoubtedly a great opportunity for a meteoric rise!

"Agreed," Gu Qingyun nodded and replied, "I can give Mr. Dongfang a spot in the All Nations Disciple Recruitment Conference, but the prerequisite is that my daughter’s Sword Art cultivation must reach the ideal level I have in mind."

Lin Bai frowned and said, "Patriarch Gu, that condition seems a bit far-fetched, doesn’t it? What exactly qualifies as achieving your ideal level? There has to be a benchmark at least!"

Gu Qingyun responded, "Mr. Dongfang’s point is well-taken, hence I have a proposal that you may want to hear."

Curious, Lin Bai nodded and replied, "Please, go ahead."

Gu Qingyun said, "This year, the Ancient Clan has three spots for the All Nations Disciple Recruitment Conference—one is reserved for my daughter, and one I have already promised to Huanglong City’s top talent, Du Yue."

"And that leaves only the last one!"

"Therefore, I plan to host a Martial Arts Competition in Huanglong City two months from now to both assess the results of my daughter’s training under your guidance and to test the improvement of her Sword Art."

"The reward for first place in this competition will be a spot in the All Nations Disciple Recruitment Conference."

"At that time, my daughter will take the stage to exchange martial insights with all the young generation of Huanglong City. If she wins first place, it would mean that Mr. Dongfang’s two months of teaching have been successful, and the spot will naturally belong to Mr. Dongfang."

"However, should my daughter unfortunately lose and fail to claim first place, I must regrettably withhold that spot from Mr. Dongfang, instead awarding it to the Warrior who claims the top rank in the competition!"

"But for the sake of fairness, if my daughter participates in the competition, you, Mr. Dongfang, will not be allowed to participate."

"What does Mr. Dongfang think of my proposal?" asked Gu Qingyun, smiling at Lin Bai.

After hearing the proposal, Lin Bai pondered for a moment and said, "The proposal is indeed good, but these rules..."

Gu Qingyun continued, "Rest assured, Mr. Dongfang, in accordance with the rules of the All Nations Disciple Recruitment Conference, only Warriors under the age of thirty are eligible, and so our competition will also be limited to Warriors under thirty."

"Huanglong City is not like other cities; the Martial Art here is rather inferior, with the young generation’s cultivation levels generally being around the fourth or fifth layer of the Flying Sky Realm."

"My daughter’s Martial Art cultivation, Mr. Dongfang need not worry; I will take care of it myself."

"You just need to focus on teaching her the Sword Art!" said Gu Qingyun with a smile.

After listening, Lin Bai still had a bitter smile on his face, "Patriarch Gu, this is indeed putting me in a tough position."

"If I were to enter the competition, with my cultivation, taking first place would be a piece of cake!"

"But as for Miss Jianyun..."

Lin Bai glanced at Gu Jianyun, who was prettily standing next to Gu Qingyun, and his face broke into a bitter smile again.

Miss Jianyun got angry, "What kind of look is that? Are you looking down on me?"

Lin Bai helplessly replied, "Miss Jianyun, forgive me for being blunt. Your Martial Soul is not strong, your talent is insufficient, and your temperament is weak. For you to have achieved your current level of Sword Art is already great fortune!"

"And to expect you to defeat all the Warriors of Huanglong City and take first place in two months, that might be somewhat difficult..."

Lin Bai slightly shook his head.

Weak Martial Soul! Insufficient talent! Weak temperament!

These twelve words struck Miss Jianyun’s ears like a thunderclap on a clear day.

She felt so wronged that tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down as she furiously yelled at Lin Bai, "If you don’t want to teach, then don’t bother being hurtful!"

With that, Miss Jianyun turned and ran out of the Martial Arts Arena.

Gu Qingyun sighed quietly, watching Miss Jianyun run out of the arena, aggrieved.

Lin Bai scratched his nose awkwardly and said to Gu Qingyun, "Patriarch Gu, I haven’t said anything incorrect—your beloved daughter’s talent in the Sword Art truly isn’t high!"

Gu Qingyun chuckled, "Mr. Dongfang is correct. In terms of Martial Art and Sword Art, Jianyun’s talent is indeed not high; on the contrary, it’s quite low... she’s just of ordinary aptitude."

Hearing Gu Qingyun’s words, Lin Bai felt better in his heart.

Looking in Miss Jianyun’s direction, Lin Bai’s eyes seemed to say: See, even your father says so, it’s not just me who thinks this.

Gu Qingyun then added, "Actually, the problem is quite simple now."

"Either, in these two months, Mr. Dongfang shows the talent of a divine specter, enabling my daughter’s Sword Art to improve dramatically."

"Or, Mr. Dongfang will need to obtain a spot in the Disciple Recruitment Conference from other sources."

"Of course, for these two months, the Ancient Clan will still be open for you," said Gu Qingyun with a faint smile.

Lin Bai heaved a sigh of frustration and shook his head.

"I’ll do my best."

"Patriarch, you really are an old fox," Lin Bai muttered, curling his lip.

Gu Qingyun simply smiled noncommittally, "Now that you’ve agreed, I entrust my daughter to you for these two months."

"Please, go down and rest."

Thereupon, a servant of the Ancient Clan led Lin Bai to a different courtyard.

Lin Bai returned to the courtyard, first grooming himself!

He shaved his stubble, washed his hair, and rested for the night.

The next day, Lin Bai, dressed neatly, stepped out of his room, looked up at the sky with resignation, and said, "Well, since I’ve already promised the patriarch, I’ll do my best."

"Miss, may I ask where Miss Jianyun’s residence is?"

Lin Bai found a maid in the other courtyard and asked with a smile.

This maid had been specifically arranged by Gu Qingyun to serve Lin Bai.

The maid replied, "Please follow me, sir."

The maid took Lin Bai to Miss Jianyun’s courtyard.

Yesterday, after running out of the Martial Arts Arena feeling wronged, Miss Jianyun spent the whole night crying in her room. Later, Gu Qingyun came to comfort her, but it didn’t help, and instead, Miss Jianyun drove him out!

"This young lady sure knows how to enjoy life; this courtyard looks too good," Lin Bai remarked with a laugh as he entered Miss Jianyun’s courtyard.

"Sir, this is the young lady’s room. Let me check if she’s awake," said the maid.

Lin Bai nodded slightly.

As an adult man, of course, he would not knock on a young lady’s boudoir without good reason.

The maid went over, knocked softly on the door, and then called out, "Miss, Mr. Dongfang is here, he says he’s going to teach you Sword Art, and he’s asking if you’re awake."

As soon as the maid finished speaking.

Crack—

There was a sharp noise from the door!

It was as if some jade object had been fiercely smashed against it!

Lin Bai was startled, his eyes widened: "Does this girl have such a bad temper when she wakes up?"

The sound from the door also frightened the maid, who stepped back a few paces with a look of shock on her face.

"Get out! I don’t need him to teach me!"

After hurling a jade bottle against the door in anger, Miss Jianyun shouted from inside the room.

The maid, shivering upon hearing Miss Jianyun’s angry voice, hurried back to Lin Bai’s side.

"Sir..."

The maid saw Lin Bai staring at Miss Jianyun’s boudoir, his eyes narrowing, his expression darkening slightly, "This girl is still mad at me for saying her foundation was poor yesterday..."

"Let’s go, I’m going back to cultivate."

"I’ll come again tomorrow!"

Lin Bai turned around and returned to his own courtyard.

For these past few months, since traversing the Primordial World, Lin Bai had not had a proper chance to cultivate.

Since Miss Jianyun was now throwing a tantrum, Lin Bai decided to wait until she calmed down and then figure out what to do.

Back in his own courtyard, Lin Bai closed the doors and windows, sat down cross-legged, and his eyes sparkled: "It’s time for a breakthrough to the Flying Sky Realm, I’ve hunted so many Primordial Variants in the Primordial World, that should be enough for my breakthrough."

Opening his Storage Bag, Lin Bai looked at the corpses of the Primordial Variants inside, as the Devouring Sword Spirit slowly began to operate!