Comprehension Ability: I Come From the Great Emperor Family

"Uncle Fu, how large is the sect we’re heading to? What’s its name?"

Leaving the village, Chang Qing felt invigorated, filled with hope and anxiety for the new future.

"The sect is called the Little Immortal Sect. It was only established in the last couple of years and isn’t very large."

Uncle Fu smiled as he looked at Chang Qing and said, "Although it’s a small sect, quite a lot of people participate in its tests."

"Young master, you’ll have to work hard. The master put in a lot of effort for you to get into the sect."

Uncle Fu was chosen by Su Nan as the guardian for Chang Qing, at the Great Saint cultivation level. freeweɓnovel.cøm

It’s worth mentioning that the guardians of the Su family’s offspring are not from the Su family.

Unless they encounter a life-and-death crisis, these guardians wouldn’t intervene even if the child is beaten severely.

"Did Domain Master Su go to such great lengths, capturing all the top talents of the Southern Domain, just to establish the Little Immortal Sect for this young master?"

After quietly observing Chang Qing for a moment, Uncle Fu sighed inwardly,

"Although his talent is okay, there’s nothing remarkable about it. He’s over twenty and hasn’t even started cultivating."

"In a sect filled with geniuses, can he really survive?"

"I’m afraid even the ancient stone carving test of the Little Immortal Sect can only be barely passed..."

Guardians are also selective; ordinary talents wouldn’t catch the eye of a Great Saint.

If not for Su Nan personally requesting him, he certainly wouldn’t have come to be a guardian for a twenty-year-old still in the mundane world.

On his way here, he had some expectations. After all, being the carefully nurtured child of a domain master, he must have some extraordinary traits.

But now, seeing him, he couldn’t help but be a little disappointed.

Chang Qing didn’t know what Uncle Fu was thinking. Instead, he asked nervously, "There’s a test? What does it test?"

"It tests comprehensive potential."

Uncle Fu explained: "The test stone carving of the Little Immortal Sect will uniformly test the cultivator’s bloodline, physique, bone structure, and comprehension."

"Only those who pass will qualify to join the Little Immortal Sect as an outer sect disciple."

Saying this, Uncle Fu glanced at Chang Qing with a hint of sympathy.

In truth, Chang Qing’s aptitude isn’t bad. Even in some holy lands, he would be considered a genius.

But the Little Immortal Sect... it’s just too abnormal.

Outer sect disciples here are equivalent to inner sect disciples in top-notch holy lands; inner sect disciples are on par with core disciples in holy lands.

And every single one of the core disciples of the Little Immortal Sect is an unparalleled genius.

With Chang Qing’s current aptitude, joining the Little Immortal Sect would only place him at the bottom.

"I only studied for a few years and don’t have any special talents. I don’t even know if I can pass the test."

Hearing this, Chang Qing became even more nervous, fearing he might not make it past the first round.

"Don’t worry, your father has already made the necessary arrangements. Even if you can’t pass the test, someone will take you in."

Seeing Chang Qing’s anxious expression, Uncle Fu comforted him with a couple of words.

Chang Qing nodded, remaining silent, but his eyes were filled with determination.

...

The carriage moved forward slowly, and the sky gradually darkened.

Chang Qing and Uncle Fu were about to find a place to spend the night when an unexpected incident occurred!

"Hahaha, here’s our job, brothers, circle them!"

With a loud shout, more than a dozen burly men wielding machetes emerged from the dense forests on both sides of the official road.

"Bandits?"

Seeing this, Chang Qing’s expression changed, and he instinctively grasped the wooden sword at his waist.

Uncle Fu cast a casual glance at the bandits and paid no further attention, instead scrutinizing Chang Qing with some interest.

Bandits are common anywhere. Usually, by handing over some money and saying some nice words, you can keep your life.

But that’s the way ordinary people handle it.

Uncle Fu wanted to see how the child of a domain master, who was so highly valued and trained, would handle the situation.

It was one thing for Chang Qing to lack cultivation, but if his mind was also weak, Uncle Fu would resign from being his guardian.

A mediocre person... is not worthy of his guardianship!

"Damn it, after waiting all day, it’s just some worthless target."

The leading bandit, looking at the dilapidated carriage and the simply dressed elder and young one, spoke with some irritation.

"Hey Boss, even a little mosquito is still meat. Killing this horse would be enough for our brothers to have a few drinks."

One of the burly men said with a fawning smile.

"Drink, drink, you only know how to drink!"

Angered by these words, the lead bandit slapped the man’s head.

"I want money! Primordial Crystals! How can I cultivate without them?"

"Without cultivation, how can I grow bigger and stronger? With just this level of cultivation, I can only rob ordinary folk."

"If we want to rob cultivators, we have to get stronger!"

From the carriage, Chang Qing frowned even more upon hearing this.

He initially thought they were dealing with simple bandits. Though shocked, he remained calm, having learned a couple of incomplete sword techniques.

But he didn’t expect there to be real cultivators among these bandits!

Though he didn’t know how strong a cultivator at the first stage was, he was sure his half-baked sword technique couldn’t defeat them.

"Uncle Fu..."

"Hmm?"

"In a moment, you run first, and I’ll cover you!"

Uncle Fu looked at Chang Qing, "Young master, generally speaking, bandits only seek wealth and won’t harm lives."

"But these are different from typical bandits."

Chang Qing tightened his grip on the wooden sword, keeping his eyes fixed on the bandits ahead,

"They appeared without even asking us for money, nor did they glance at us twice."

"And now, they’re nonchalantly exposing their looks and cultivation levels."

"Which means they never planned to let us leave alive!"

These words took Uncle Fu by surprise as he glanced at Chang Qing.

To remain composed and rationally analyze the situation, even suggesting that he, an elder he barely knew, flee first.

Even though it was a small matter, it reflected a bit of his character and intellect.

"That’s enough to pass in my book. Just for suggesting I run first, I’ll ensure your safety for a few years."

Uncle Fu’s face softened into a smile, his gaze on Chang Qing turning gentler.

"Hey, kid, put anything valuable you have on the carriage, quickly!"

After scolding his subordinate, the lead bandit looked impatiently at Chang Qing and shouted.

"Uncle Fu, wait and see if you need to run."

Chang Qing took a deep breath, holding the wooden sword, ready for action.

"Young master, you’ve learned swordsmanship?" Uncle Fu asked curiously, seeing Chang Qing’s stance.

"I’ve learned a bit, but it’s only techniques without a heart technique. I don’t know if it can match a first-stage cultivator."

"Right now, there’s no other way but to give it a try."

After Chang Qing finished, Uncle Fu couldn’t help but find it amusing.

Swordsmanship without a heart technique?

Can that even be trained?

He had thought Chang Qing had some trump card, not just child’s play.

"I should come up with some ’accident’..."

Uncle Fu began to ponder how to discreetly end these ants.

But at this moment, a few of the bandits, cursing and holding machetes, approached.

"Did you not hear my brother speak, you damn old man?"

"Still holding a wooden sword? That’s laughable. What, did you just finish playing house with your friends?"

The bandits came close to Chang Qing, the machetes in their hands raised high in banter.

Uncle Fu’s eyes narrowed as he prepared to secretly take action.

But just then, Chang Qing moved!

"Surprising Wave!"

With a light shout, the wooden sword in Chang Qing’s hand flashed as if leaving afterimages, slicing decisively and accurately at a bandit’s neck!

Shh!

The wooden sword was not sharp, yet the rippling sound was enough to effortlessly slice through that bandit’s throat.

Blood bloomed, staining Chang Qing’s cheek.

For the first time killing, Chang Qing couldn’t feel the fear of life slipping away, his full attention locked on the wooden sword in his hand.

At that moment, every sword technique from the Surprising Wave Sword Technique surfaced vividly in his mind.

The wooden sword in his hand moved gracefully, like gathering storm clouds, making waves in the space around him.

The sounds of a stream and roaring waves surged!

The bandits closing in on Chang Qing had no chance to react.

The unending glints of the sword, like towering tidal waves in the ocean, effortlessly shattered their every attack.

In just a blink, they lay dead on the ground!

Chang Qing slowly lifted his blood-stained face, pointing the wooden sword at the lead bandit,

"Who says a wooden sword can’t kill?"