Lu Chen was really getting restless.
"Am I supposed to sit here for three days?"
Since transmigrating, Lu Chen had never cultivated so seriously.
If one were truly focused on cultivation, time might pass faster, but Lu Chen was faking it, and Ya Gen was suffering terribly, not daring to cultivate any other techniques besides sword control.
"Um?"
The old man also found it strange. Based on Lu Chen's progress, he thought that the boy would be able to successfully cultivate in just one day.
But to my surprise, a whole day had passed, and he was still sitting there, motionless.
Moreover, I'm a bit restless and irritable.
"That shouldn't be the case! With an innate sword physique, cultivating sword control techniques shouldn't be difficult!"
The old man frowned in deep thought.
And then, another day passed.
The last day is almost here.
Even the patriarch doubted whether he had misjudged the guy; this guy's talent and physique were indeed extraordinary.
But is his comprehension too poor?
There are still six hours left until three days have passed.
At this moment.
Lu Chen opened his eyes and said weakly, "Ancestor, you want to test your disciple and make sure I master sword control within three days, but... Ancestor, could you please give me a sword?"
"..."
The patriarch of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's face darkened instantly.
You don't have a sword?
"I am but a mortal disciple, where would I get a spirit sword? I've only just entered the sect!"
Lu Chen gave a helpless, bitter smile.
The old patriarch said with a stern face, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"How dare this disciple ask the Ancestor for it? There's really no other way!" Lu Chen said, looking aggrieved.
"That's enough!"
The old man was annoyed, but he felt that Lu Chen was not to blame, so he waved his hand.
A small sword emitting a faint light hovered in front of Lu Chen, its sword aura sharp and menacing.
"This sword is yours. Simply bind it to you with your blood!"
"Thank you, Ancestor!"
The light on the small sword vanished instantly, turning it into an ordinary little flying sword that landed in Lu Chen's palm.
Lu Chen secretly rejoiced as he dripped blood to acknowledge the master.
"There's still half a day left. If I can't finish practicing, it's not my fault, is it? Hehe!"
So Lu Chen looked at the old man again and said, "Ancestor, could you give me another two and a half days? Before, without the sword, I hadn't even started formal cultivation. Besides, I also need time to refine this spirit sword!"
The old ancestor glanced at him and said lazily, "What I say is three days, and it means three days! If you can't cultivate successfully, it's because your comprehension is insufficient and your opportunity hasn't arrived yet!"
Lu Chen's face was bitter, filled with anxiety.
"Really? Hahaha! Then I'm relieved! Who wants to be your apprentice?"
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