A great emperor master every day—the good-for-nothing young master is having a blast!

In an instant, thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the audience.

These belong solely to Chen Yu.

No one expected that an eight-year-old child would be holding a wooden sword.

He will be the last person in the junior group to remain on stage.

When he was surrounded by five people, who wouldn't be worried for him?

Everyone thought he would be the first of the six to fall off the stage and be eliminated.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yu's frail body could contain immense power.

Turn the tide and win the championship.

He fought five people alone without flinching; even an adult wouldn't think of a way to fight to the death.

Running away is the best option; preserving oneself is the most important thing in times of crisis.

"I hereby declare the champion of the junior group in this Chen Family Grand Competition."

"Chen Yu!"

The referee squatted down, grasped Chen Yu's small right hand, and lifted him high, his voice booming.

These words raised the atmosphere in the room once again, and everyone applauded Chen Yu continuously.

I have never seen such a scene in my entire life.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Chen Yu picked up the broken wooden sword and hopped away from the training ground.

Gu Jun looked at Chen Yu with great interest, admiring him greatly.

"Not bad, that fierce determination to never admit defeat reminds me of my younger days."

"Back when I was at the sixth level of Body Tempering, I dared to take down two peak Body Tempering cultivators all by myself."

"Do you, Old Sun and Old Wu, still remember the glorious moments of my youth?"

When Fellow Daoists Sun and Wu from the Xuan Yun Holy Land heard Gu Jun's boast, they almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

If I hadn't held back in time, things would have been terrible.

He was suppressing a laugh, his face turning bright red.

In their minds, the glorious moments Gu Jun spoke of were utterly laughable.

When Gu Jun was a child, he was timid and fearful. When trouble came, he would run away faster than anyone else.

Back then, because Gu Jun was being a fool, he deliberately played with fire and accidentally burned down the small house of two outer disciples.

They were caught on the spot before they could escape; the two outer disciples were at the peak of the Body Tempering stage.

Without saying a word, he beat up the brat Gu Jun.

This beating made Gu Jun cry loudly.

He went to complain to his master, Daoist Xuanyun, and was bullied by the outer disciples.

Master Xuanyun was furious. His precious disciple had been bullied, and as his master, he was determined to seek justice for him.

They sent someone to find out what happened and learned the truth.

Xuan Yun Daoist was stunned. He compensated the two outer disciples with a brand-new small house and several source stones.

They caught Gu Jun and beat him up again.

They claimed that Gu Jun was the one who caused the trouble and deserved to be beaten.

If you want to stand out, go and beat them up yourself.

If you can't beat them, just come back and get another beating from your master.

And so began Gu Jun's relentless journey of being beaten up.

He was beaten up by two outer disciples during the day, and when he came back at night, his master caught him and beat him up again.

He fought his way up from the sixth level of Body Tempering to the eighth level.

Gu Juncai finally gained the ability to fight back, no longer being beaten unilaterally, but able to defeat the two outer disciples on his own.

This matter involves the face of the Holy Son, so not many people know about it.

The two of them heard the news by chance from Xuan Yun Daoist.

Thinking about all this, and recalling what the Holy Son just said, it's really a bit funny.

The two suppressed their laughter; no matter how funny it was, they couldn't laugh.

Old Sun forced himself to remain calm and said in a steady tone, "What the Holy Son says is true. The Holy Son's heroic figure from back then is still vivid in my mind."

Old Wu immediately chimed in, "That's right, that kid on the stage really does look a bit like the Holy Son back then."

Old Sun looked at Old Wu, blinked, and gestured for him to stop talking. His eyes seemed to say something.

Similar? Similar my ass!

The Holy Son was a mischievous and naughty child when he was young, so please stop saying things that will only make people laugh.

If you can't help but laugh out loud, something bad will happen!

Old Wu knew when to stop and didn't say anything more.

Chen Yu stepped off the stage and ran straight to Gu Jun, grabbing his leg in a hug.

With wide, round eyes, she said happily, "Big brother Holy Son, thank you for reminding me."

Gu Jun patted Chen Yu's head, a smile involuntarily spreading across his face, his affection undisguised.

"Little friend, your name is Chen Yu, right?"

Chen Yu chuckled awkwardly and nodded quickly.

“That’s right, Holy Son, big brother.”

Gu Jun found the form of address strange and said to Chen Yu, "Little Yu, my name is Gu Jun."

"You can call me Brother Gu, or Brother Gu Jun. But please, Brother Holy Son, it sounds too strange."

Chen Yu nodded blankly, "So big brother's name is Gu Jun, not Holy Son."

Gu Jun found Chen Yu's words somewhat amusing.

"Silly boy, how could anyone be named Holy Son?"

"But why do the family head and the others call me 'Big Brother' like that?" Chen Yu didn't understand.

"You'll understand later. From now on, don't call me Holy Son Brother anymore."

Chen Yu immediately changed his tune, "I understand, Brother Jun."

Gu Jun looked at the broken wooden sword in Chen Yu's hand and couldn't help but ask, "Since the sword is broken, why not throw it away?"

Chen Yu pulled it into his arms, reluctant to let it go, as if it were something extremely important to him.

Even if it is broken and shattered, it is still a treasure.

“I can’t throw it away, I can’t throw it away. This wooden sword was carved for me by my father, and I must keep it safe.”

"When I grow up, I want to become a swordsman as powerful as my father."

As he said this, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately covered by the light that ignited.

Chen Zhaowu keenly noticed the fleeting look of confusion on Gu Jun's face.

He immediately went over and told him about Xiao Chenyu's background.

"So pathetic!"

Gu Jun shed two uncontrollable tears, his eyes filled with heartache as he looked at Xiao Chenyu.

Looking at Chen Yu, I found that his talent was not bad.

At eight years old, reaching the fourth level of Body Tempering is already a rare and precious achievement in a small place like Jiangcheng.

If he were brought back to the Xuan Yun Holy Land for training, given Chen Yu's resolute character, he would definitely make rapid progress.

The desire to bring Chen Yu back to the Holy Land grew stronger and stronger.

Without further ado, Gu Jun asked, "Xiao Yu, would you like to come back to Xuan Yun Holy Land with me? I'll help you repair this wooden sword, and then my master will teach you real swordsmanship!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole place was in an uproar.

The three family prodigies all wore strange expressions.

Chen Zhaowu, who was closest to Gu Jun, opened his eyes and mouth wide upon hearing this, his head buzzing as if it were about to explode.

“Take Chen Yu back to the Xuan Yun Holy Land and let your master teach him swordsmanship.”

"The Holy Son's master, isn't he...?"

The two from the Holy Land, Old Sun and Old Wu, suddenly stood up.

Why is the Holy Son recruiting people again? He came to the Chen family and took in four people in one go.

The first three were fine; the outer disciples didn't need to pay attention to them. The two of them simply took it as the Holy Son exchanging pleasantries with the three family heads.

But now, the words spoken by this child, the Holy Son, are not just a perfunctory response.

Because the Holy Son mentioned that person.