Sensing a pair of eyes on him, he turned around and saw Qin Lie glaring at him. The news of him possessing Qin Lie's sword should have already reached him by now.

Too bad, they were never in the same batch till now and even when they met, there was a restriction upon fighting.

Ling Chen walked towards Sheng Tian with Qin Qing and Liu feifei by his side. From Qin Qing's odd behaviour, Sheng Tian almost said 'A damsel in distress becoming a r.e.t.a.r.d in a harem—101 ways to ruin a character and turn her into a brainless idiot.'

Unknowingly, Leng Yue Yan came and stood next to him. Sheng Tian was a bit stunned looking at why this Cold Beauty was acting like he was a chick magnet.

He didn't think that she fell in love with him. He knew that girls like her had something called "Pride" which they would not give up even if they are threatened to be killed.

The only other reason he could think of was that she might have been charmed to craziness by his handsomeness which seeped out of his disguise.

Surprisingly, he found this to be more logical and rational. After all, there are many people who stand before Mt. Tai and not recognize it.

Maybe, she is one of the few people who can see things as they are.

He couldn't help be realistic.

If Leng Yue Yan knew his thoughts, she would definitely roll her eyes at him.

I am only coming to greet Qin Qing and you happened to be on the side.

As for being Charmed? Humph! In your dreams!

Gu Song and Duan Han also came to the group but no one even bothered greeting them.

The duo didn't try to talk to Qin Qing like they usually would.

After hearing that Ling Chen's ident.i.ty as the disciple of Sacred Sword Sect, they felt that he would likely have a powerful master.

They didn't wish to put themselves against a sect.

However, Old habits die hard; their eyes s.h.i.+fted to the Mystic Ice Sect twin sisters.

Like monks who found calling in life, they transformed into deep and calm personalities and walked towards the twin girls.

They vowed to court the maiden sisters with all their hearts!

If their hearts could speak, they would have surely cursed 'How many members do you keep giving me, b.a.s.t.a.r.d? Don't you need a heart anymore?'

After a cold shoulder from the Cold twin sisters, the duo brothers sighed in defeat.

'How can this world be so cruel?

It seems that handsome men are destined to be tortured~'

After perfunctory greetings, they sat on the seats around the formation.

The pillar at the centre shone, its brightness increased with each pa.s.sing second and its colour turned from light blue to dark red.

With closed eyes and deep focus, each of the 29 contestants tried to focus on the pillar.

Sheng Tian silently opened his eyes to peek at the tower and saw the color transformation, then he quickly closed his eyes.

Alas, he couldn't help it.

Soon, he felt his consciousness coming into contact with something.

Before he could even check what it was, a strong force pulled him in.

He appeared in a s.p.a.cious hall made of white marbles. The white walls had black inscriptions that glowed with profoundness. And particularly, one unique wall gave off a lofty feeling.

On it were nine inheritances dividing the wall. They didn't share the equal portions of the wall—some were large, some small.

Sheng Tian arrived in front of the wall.

The familiar ancient voice began its commentary "Young Man, choose the trial you wish. But I must warn you; the trials which have larger engravings are harder than others. And you can only lose three times before you are thrown out."

Sheng Tian nodded lightly.

Each section of the wall represented its owner and their symbol—Sword, Spear, Ox, Eagle, etc.

He didn't sense any overwhelming aura from even the biggest inheritance. He was a bit disappointed.

Moreover, it's not logical to expect anything groundbreaking from mortal cultivators. They are not even divine cultivators. It's not like he would get to see a Mythical G.o.d's Legacy every other day.

Sheng Tian nonchalantly looked at the description on the walls:

Sword Tyrant: A Peak OverLord who roamed the World unfettered with a sword in hand. One Sword, One Life. The techniques focus on the way of Tyrant. They are extremely overbearing and strong.

Lone Eagle: A Peak OverLord whose claw attacks had only one result: Death. The techniques he cultivated include the flight attacks which a cultivator can use to prey his target like an Eagle in the sky. They are very difficult to retaliate and are unique.

Spear Lord: A Peak OverLord who shook the Whole Continent with his might. His Spear techniques are self-created and use 'speed' as the base. It is said that once Spear Lord makes his move, the ma.s.ses are ma.s.sacred, the land is flooded with blood and the lives lose their significance.

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s.h.i.+eld Hero: A Peak OverLord who is known to be the iron wall. His profound profound arts could bring even the strongest of people a headache.

After finis.h.i.+ng reading all the names on the wall, Sheng Tian was a bit speechless. They are just overlords. Even if he is not an overlord, he saw the powers of beings which stand above an OverLord.

So, why do these words sound so proud?

Sheng Tian was thinking from a larger perspective which didn't put the cultivators of the continent in eyes.

That's why he found these claims and descriptions to be exaggerated.

But how many OverLords are present on the continent?

Of the near 4 billion of human population in red star, only less than 500 OverLords. That too, when one added the imagined foundations of the power organisations.

That's why OverLords are so revered and also became the ultimate goal of young cultivators.

However, Sheng Tian's sights were sight at the peak of the Worlds, there was neither reverence nor adoration towards OverLords in him.

In front of an ocean, a flood appears small. To those who set sets high, every other goal along the way becomes small and a part of the journey, not the destination.

The techniques Sheng Tian practiced were all from Divine Realm except his Mysterious Cultivation Technique—'Heavenly Sword Arts'.

So, Xiao Lian—self-proclaimed teacher of his warned him not to learn anything from here lest his quality of training degrades.

He didn't want any of the c.r.a.ppy inheritances either, he only wanted treasures.

He quickly picked an inheritance randomly and started the trial as the surrounding place suddenly changed. The trial began:

The Ancient voice sounded again. "This trial has two tests: Comprehension and Will. The first test 'Comprehension' begins now. You have to decipher the sword technique and comprehend it to a satisfactory degree in 2 hours to pa.s.s this test."

Sheng Tian looked around.

It was a barren battlefield. The soil was dyed red and brown. Piles of bones were scattered all over the place.

He was standing in front of an Obelisk with a sword profound art engraved on it.

The Obelisk faintly yet sharply gave the feeling of Sword Laws.

But it was only so for the Mortals. For someone like Xiao Lian who was in the Divine Pathway or Sheng Tian who had things beyond, it is a s.h.i.+tty display.

Although Sheng Tian didn't cultivate solely in the way of the sword, his understanding of the sword came from the Dark Sword Arts. His understanding and mastery of the profound art deepened each day, shocking Xiao Lian to no end.

Hence, the difficulty he faced during comprehending the test's profound art is non-existent.

On Red Star continent, there are countless Profound Cultivation techniques, Profound Arts.

Their value is decided on the potential, power, and speed.

If the technique in front of him was left in the outside world, it could cause a blood bath in the lower echelons of power.

But nothing mattered before absolute skill as Sheng Tian casually comprehended the whole technique which described the way of Tyrant to use 'Sword.'

It basically was meant to make the sword moves tyrannical thus leading more damage. It also ensures one would not be able to recover easily once wounded by it.

Once Sheng Tian comprehended it, the Obelisk gave a blinding light before it disappeared.

The familiar ancient voice said shakily " You...You...Young Man, Well done. I am delighted to see such heaven-defying genius. I hope you inherit my mantle."

Sheng Tian felt another emotion from the Old Man's voice, it was desire.

It was subtle yet Sheng Tian was sure that it reminded him of how a person who l.u.s.ted meat would speak before eating.

That didn't stop the trial as Sheng Tian wished to obtain the manuals of these cultivation techniques and profound arts along with treasures.

The second test was 'Will'.

"Young Man, I sincerely hope you pa.s.s this test. It is a test of your will power and talent. Don't lose for 15 minutes and it's your win."

Sheng Tian stood up but suddenly a Tyrannical Aura covered him pus.h.i.+ng him down.

The Aura was not just tyrannical, it was sharp.

The air around him transformed into countless swords, almost impaling him. But the swords were illusory and attacked his consciousness instead of physical body.

Sadly for them, his Consciousness was too strong; so strong that he didn't even feel a p.r.i.c.kle.

Time pa.s.sed as Shen Tian stood aimlessly for 15 minutes, hoping for a challenge.

He even began to feel sleepy.

Just as he was about to drift off, the Ancient Voice snapped him out of drowsiness as it spoke

"Well done, Young Man. You are a rare talent. The Sword Tyrant always wished to find a successor more tyrannical in the way of Sword.

Alas, the few lucky ones who inherited his path were not able to reach his height much less surpa.s.s. I see your great potential."

"Hm.YAWN...Yes, Yes." Sheng Tian didn't hear anything but answered with full honesty.

The one behind the Ancient voice sadly could not see the visual and could only sense the results.

So, it is bound to be a secret that he almost fell asleep during a test in the trial while others grit their teeth and clench their fist to change their destiny. What an irony!

"You are rewarded with the highest level of the inheritance: 'The Tyrant Sword Technique, Tyrant Sword Insights Manual and a Sword which the Sword Tyrant found in an Ancient Ruin."

Sheng Tian face had a smile as he reappeared in the s.p.a.cious White Hall.

Then, he repeated.

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Sheng Tian opened his eyes in the Hall of Inheritance. He saw a huge circular formation and a s.h.i.+ning red pillar in front.

No one else woke up yet.

The ones talented enough to finish a trial took another trial and the rest were still struggling in a single trial.

In loneliness, Sheng Tian sighed "Trials? I am just too awesome for them. It's like attempting an elementary exam in college. How lonely~But why am I so cool? Even I am jealous of my own awesomeness, I don't know how others are able to live on without dying from jealousy. SIGH, the harsh truth. "

Shaking his head, he waved his hands and nine ancient manuals dropped on his lap.

These were the highest level of inheritances, the physical copies of the inheritances.

He also got rewarded with nine precious treasures.

There were only a limited number of physical copies of each of the manual of the cultivation techniques and profound arts. So, the ones to obtain them should also be of the highest eligibility.

Contrary to popular belief, It is not possible to make a new cultivation manual just by copying the contents. Because any cultivation manual when written is infused with the insights and comprehensions. In other words, the book itself is the parcel and product of the Cultivation technique and not just a medium to transmit information.

Without those insights and comprehensions, one would never be able to achieve perfection in the technique.

For example, in the Tyrant Sword Way: When one reads the manual, they would be able to feel the tyranny of the Sword in its sharpness.

In the Lone Eagle Technique, the reader could feel the loneliness and pride of a cultivator who practices this technique which is essential for anyone to grasp the technique correctly and quickly.

Sheng Tian took out the treasures he obtained next: An Ancient Red Sword, A Long Spear, An eagle mask,a teleportation token, an array disk,...etc.

Grinning from ear to ear, he kept the Red Sword and stored the rest.

The Red sword was double-edged, 90 cm tall with a width of half a finger weighing more than 3 kgs.

Sheng Tian caressed the blade which looked like it was soaked in blood. Gently, he held its black handle.

His fingers traced the blade and the runes on it.

According to the Old Fart: the ancient voice, this is something the Sword Tyrant acquired through luck and hard work.

Regrettably, it didn't resonate with him. Meaning he was not worthy enough to be its master and could only be a carrier.

Sheng Tian wielded it and a light buzz sounded, shaking the entire hall.

Sheng Tian had a smug look realising that from now on, he is the master of a mysterious sword.

If the Sword Tyrant's soul was still present, Sheng Tian wouldn't waste a second before going to him and brag with all the words he knew.

Who knew maybe even in the soul form, the Sword Tyrant might cough up blood and die. But now, it's good that he is dead. Aii, he can be at peace.