The Blue-clad Sword Spirit held his sword, gazing far into the distance, and said softly, "Can you guess what's in my hand..."

Upon hearing half of the sentence, Button Brother almost cried tears of joy, thinking to himself, "This is surely in the bag, Chen Guan was absolutely right, this test is definitely not difficult."

Everyone's expressions were peculiar, as they felt the test seemed so simplistic, as if it was getting easier.

"Can you guess how heavy the sword in my hand is?" The Blue-clad Sword Spirit finished his sentence, and Button Brother's pupils suddenly contracted, his face full of shock.

"How are we supposed to guess? The sword's material is different, density is different, and the same volume would result in different weights."

"Just guess blindly like this? At least let us hold it and weigh it a bit!"

"The first question was so simple, how did this question suddenly become so difficult?"

"Chen Guan really has some skills, I suspect he really has some connection with the Chunyang Temple, right?"

"It's obvious now, Chunyang Temple originally chose Chen Guan as the successor, right? Intentionally letting others join for the sake of competing?"

"The swordsmanship, sword technique, and Sword Dao he obtained are all named after Pure Yang, completely different from what others received. Previously, I thought it was a difference in solving the problems, but now it seems that's not the case. He was already predestined from the start."

"One carrot, one pit, first there's the carrot then the pit. There's nothing for others to play, just accompanying the Crown Prince in his studies."

"You're all thinking wrong. I think this is still a philosophical question, not really asking Button to guess the weight of the sword." Xiu Yingmei tried to reason with everyone to make Chen Guan less envied.

"Deputy Commander is right, just like the first question, this is also a philosophical question, not really needing to know the weight of the sword," Wen Yutao concurred.

"So how should I guess?" Button Brother asked.

"You need to understand it yourself. If I tell you the answer, the Sword Spirit might not accept it," Wen Yutao replied.

Everyone pondered the answer, thinking about how to solve this question.

Seeing that he couldn't rely on others, Button Brother began brainstorming: "It's asking how heavy the sword is, does it mean asking how important the sword is in my heart? Is this testing my dedication to the Sword Dao?"

The more Button Brother thought about it, the more it felt right, the more he felt this might be reliable: "I indeed have talent, I actually thought about it. But how should I answer? Certainly, I can't say it's as heavy as Mount Tai or something shallow. However, I really can't think of any words right now... No matter... sincerity is good enough..."

With that thought, Button Brother looked at the Blue-clad Sword Spirit and said, "My father is an ordinary soldier in the Celestial Court Army. He served the Celestial Court Army throughout his life, rarely spending much time at home, but whenever he came back, he would bring me the things I loved. He remembered many things related to me. I know my father is a gentle person."

"My father always worked hard for this family, yet never required anything of me, only once, on the night I was about to become an adult, my father used all his savings and connections to buy me a Secret Technique Core. He told me that's the best Secret Technique he could find, his ability could only go thus far."

"That moment was the first time I felt my father's weakness and helplessness. It was a Sword Dao Secret Technique, my father knew I didn't have much talent in Sword Dao, and I myself know I lack it, but he believed I could, and he gave me the best Secret Technique he could give. I also wanted to become the kind of person he believes in, I want to become the one who can support this family, hence I began practicing sword."

"The sword, to me, is a responsibility. It's heavy because I see it as significant. It's also light because for this responsibility, I relish it and don't consider it a burden. On the contrary, I see it as a very important meaning in my life."

Button Brother's eyes were full of determination, he looked at the Blue-clad Sword Spirit and said resolutely, "About the weight of the sword, in my heart, it's as heavy as my heart. I will carry it forward and never give up."

Everyone secretly nodded upon hearing this, feeling that although Button Brother seemed crude, he was a good person, and they felt somewhat moved.

"Wrong... the sword weighs ten jin, eight liang, and six qian... challenge failed..." The Blue-clad Sword Spirit's words immediately froze the moving crowd.

Button Brother was stunned, the self-moving tear hanging at the corner of his eye, neither falling nor holding.

"Damn... not acting anymore, huh... cards on the table now, huh... what philosophical question... there was never any philosophical question from the start... it's nothing but a full pit..."

Everyone shifted their gaze to Chen Guan, as if Button Brother's challenge didn't mean much to them.

Yu Muxiu's face turned pale, he originally thought reaching here meant obtaining a Sword Dao inheritance, but now it seems it's not that simple.

Unwilling to give up, Yu Muxiu gritted his teeth and stepped forward, seeking a future, maybe he, like Chen Guan, was chosen by Chunyang Temple.

"How long is the sword in my hand?" The Sword Spirit posed another question.

Yu Muxiu shivered vehemently, feeling the happiness coming unpredictably, as he had always been adept at judging the length of objects since childhood.

Because his family sold fabric, he learned to measure fabric using a ruler, becoming proficient through practice, later even without a ruler, only using his eyes, he could discern dimensions precisely, millimeter accurate.

Yu Muxiu was about to answer, yet the Sword Spirit continued, "The answer needs to be precise to micrometers."

Yu Muxiu was stunned, everyone was dumbfounded, estimating micrometers directly with the eyes, is this something humans can do?

Whether others could do it or not is unknown, anyhow Yu Muxiu couldn't do it, he guessed an answer, but of course, couldn't guess correctly, the earlier parts were fine, but asking for micrometers at the end, the probability of guessing correctly was too low.

"Alright, this is truly revealing, predestined from the outset, right?" The crowd's gaze toward Chen Guan became increasingly complex.

Xiu Jie Ming stepped forward at this time, standing before the Blue-clad Sword Spirit, and said indifferently, "Please pose the question."

The Blue-clad Sword Spirit nodded slightly, stroking the sword blade, and asked, "The strongest being cut by my sword, who is it?"

This question had no solution, how would anyone know who the sword in his hand had cut as the strongest being, or even if it drowned a person or a Secret Spirit.

As everyone considered it impossible for anyone to obtain the inheritance, Xiu Jie Ming took a step forward, holding the Blue-clad Sword Spirit's hand, then raised the sword, letting it slash onto his shoulder.

The blade pierced through bone, blood instantly staining his shoulder clothes, yet Xiu Jie Ming's eyes unwaveringly looked at the Blue-clad Sword Spirit, saying, "I will be the strongest this sword has ever cut, without exception."

"Pass... through... may inherit Celestial Escape Sword Dao..." The Blue-clad Sword Spirit spoke as the sword in his hand emitted myriad sword rays, merging into Xiu Jie Ming's body.

"Impressive, if he faced the third question, he should use his body to measure the sword's length," Chen Guan secretly praised in his heart, realizing he had encountered a formidable opponent this time, and if slightly careless, might perish indeed.

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