Xuanhuan: The Empress and I Swapped Bodies - Chapter 46

Liu Shengshen’s mastery of the Grass Script Sword Art was officially confirmed by Hao Xingchang, the headmaster of the Royal Academy.

Because of this, both Liu Shengshen and the Grass Script Sword Art became renowned overnight.

Throughout the Divine Dragon Imperial City, nearly everyone now knew that Liu Shengshen could wield this legendary technique.

And wield it he did.

Though still a novice, the power he displayed was nothing short of staggering.

According to Hao Xingchang, had Liu Shengshen’s sword intent been slightly more refined—or his cultivation realm a step higher—his strike might have even wounded the headmaster himself.

This revelation sent shockwaves through the crowd.

Consider this: Liu Shengshen was merely at the Venerable Realm, while Hao Xingchang stood at the Celestial Immortal Realm—multiple major realms apart.

Each realm represented an insurmountable chasm of power.

Yet despite this gap, Liu Shengshen had come frighteningly close to injuring Hao Xingchang.

This forced everyone to reevaluate the sheer might of the Grass Script Sword Art.

“Hiss—! The Grass Script Sword Art is terrifying! To fight across multiple realms? That’s downright heaven-defying!”

“The legends of its power were already widespread, and while Headmaster Hao might have exaggerated slightly, its ability to transcend realms is clearly no lie!”

“The Qin Prince’s talent is astounding! He mastered a technique no one else could. Without a doubt, he’ll become the new leader of our Divine Dragon Empire’s younger generation!”

“But didn’t the Qin Prince say it wasn’t him who mastered it first? It was Her Majesty who achieved it—she personally trained him for over three months before he grasped even a sliver of its sword intent!”

“Hah! Of course! Her Majesty’s brilliance has always defied mortal comprehension!”

At that moment, countless individuals felt a renewed surge of reverence for the Divine Dragon Empress.

It also drove home an unshakable truth: her majesty’s authority was not to be challenged.

If Liu Shengshen—who had only grasped a wisp of the sword art’s intent—could unleash such devastation, what unimaginable power must the Empress wield, having fully mastered it?

The answer eluded them.

Yet one thing was certain: with the Grass Script Sword Art in her hands, the Divine Dragon Empress now possessed lethality beyond measure.

To her, battling Immortal Emperor Realm experts might well become routine.

——

Unbeknownst to the outside world’s fervor, Ye Wushuang remained entirely unaware that news of the Grass Script Sword Art had spread like wildfire across the Divine Dragon Imperial City.

It wasn’t until Imperial Elder Liu Ning sought him out that he finally learned of the commotion.

“You truly mastered the Grass Script Sword Art?”

“Mmm. Is there a problem?”

“You—you—! You never cease to amaze me. A true peerless genius! Had I known of your talent sooner, I would have nurtured you into an unrivaled powerhouse!”

Had Liu Ning recognized the Divine Dragon Empress’s aptitude earlier, he would have long since molded her into a supreme expert.

At the very least, she could have reached the Immortal Emperor Realm—just as he once had.

The thought filled him with regret. He felt he had failed her by not guiding her sooner.

Little did he know, the “genius” standing before him wasn’t the Empress at all—but Ye Wushuang.

Sensing something unspoken in Liu Ning’s words, Ye Wushuang’s mind raced—but before he could dwell on it, the elder spoke again.

“How did you achieve it? Where did you witness the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass and comprehend its life’s essence?”

“Well… I’ve never actually seen the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.”

“Never seen it? Then how—? And when you taught young Shengshen, you clearly manifested its form!”

Liu Ning had observed Ye Wushuang’s instruction from afar.

At the time, he hadn’t recognized it as the Grass Script Sword Art—nor did he interfere, given his position as Imperial Elder.

But now, the revelation left him utterly baffled.

“I mastered the technique first based on the manual’s descriptions, then reverse-engineered the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass’s form.”

“What I manifested was merely my deduction of its appearance. Whether it’s accurate, I can’t say—but it’s sufficient for cultivating the sword art.”

“R-Reverse-engineered?!”

Liu Ning’s mind blanked.

He had already considered Ye Wushuang’s talent extraordinary—whether it was Ten Thousand Laws Return to Origin, Myriad Swords Return to Origin, or now the Grass Script Sword Art, each defied conventional limits.

But to master an ancient technique first and then deduce the primordial entity behind it?

This was unprecedented. Unthinkable.

Liu Ning could only stare, dumbstruck.

In all his years, he had never encountered someone so… monstrous.

Even the Divine Dragon Imperial Seal—hidden within the royal treasury—felt a pang of numbness.

Normally, its duty was to guard the Empress during her secluded cultivation.

But lately, it had spent more time observing Ye Wushuang.

Infused with the empire’s destiny, it could perceive his every action with crystal clarity.

From cultivating the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art, to annihilating 300,000 enemies with a single swordstroke, to withstanding an Immortal Emperor’s assault—and now, reverse-engineering the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

Each feat left even this ancient artifact awestruck.

A talent like this comes but once in an era.

After a prolonged silence, Liu Ning suddenly blurted:

“Record it. Document the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass’s life cycle!”

“Huh?”

“If we preserve its essence, more of our imperial clan can master the Grass Script Sword Art! Only then will it truly become our dynasty’s peerless heritage!”

“Very well. But even with such records, mastering it will still demand immense dedication.”

“That’s their concern. If they fail, it’s their own inadequacy!”

“Nonetheless, you must leave behind an imprint of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass’s existence. Only then will future generations stand a chance.”

Seeing Liu Ning’s insistence, Ye Wushuang obliged.

After all, the Grass Script Sword Art belonged to the imperial family—this was merely his way of giving back.

Once the elder departed with the recorded imagery etched onto a spirit stone, silence reclaimed the chamber.