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What a life to live! Although I do not understand Ji Wuqiu's past, just from those two conversations, it is clear to see the pride that resides in his heart.
In Ji Wuqiu's eyes, regardless of whether I deny the Celestial Being or not, reincarnation is trivial; demons and monsters are all unworthy of being his mistakes.
Only by taking one step at a time, relying on himself to gradually reach the point where Wen Tian and Wei Wuyou can be recognized as geniuses, can Ji Wuqiu find value in them.
What does it matter if he is an immortal? With no desires or demands, Ji Wuqiu lives this life devoted entirely to his own race. What happens in the next life is of no concern to him.
Once again, Ji Wuqiu cast a spell towards Gu Ping. Unlike last time, there was no Ling Chanzi to block them. A seemingly wondrous yet indescribable flower, Zhengduo, slowly flew towards Gu Ping.
In this life, only the Other Shore Monster blooms.
These eight words were like a Buddhist Sect mantra, each word pronounced with emphasis from Ji Wuqiu's mouth. Facing that strange Zhengduo and Gu Ping made one feel as if they were reflecting upon something profound, unconsciously drawing closer to the unknown Other Shore Monster and Zhengduo.
At this moment, in the starry sky, only Gu Ping and Wen Tian remained; everyone else had been rendered powerless by Ji Wuqiu's overwhelming assault. Even those with numerous magical artifacts and holding onto the Pseudo-Artifact Xu Qiaoshui had exhausted their energy.
He had a sword—not Wen Tian's—but one that questioned the heart. It was not about Wen Tian; it was about seeing the truth within himself. What would that sword mean to a Senior?
Wen Tian drew his sword. The Wenxin Sword buzzed actively as it approached the wondrous Other Shore Flower. To Bu Luo's surprise, that sword did not strike down the Other Shore Monster; instead, it passed through and directly reached Ji Wuqiu's side.
Even if it could not help Gu Ping eliminate the bizarre binding of the Other Shore Monster, Wen Tian still managed to touch Ji Wuqiu's increasingly blue body with his sword.
The powerful body of a Mahayana Practitioner is equivalent to an Eastern Grade Magical Artifact; moreover, the Wenxin Sword had undergone numerous Great Wars before this. Regardless of whether it was Wei Wuyou's Forget-Me-Not Sword or Liangyi Sword belonging to Gu Ping, none could match the level of the Wenxin Sword.
At this moment, the Wenxin Sword trembled violently and finally pierced through Ji Wuqiu's body.
Sigh.
Seeing this, Wen Tian let out a long sigh. Then, with a slight force from his right leg, the Wenxin Sword began to shatter inch by inch from the hilt. The immense impact and the broken fragments of the Wenxin Sword inflicted unprecedented injuries on Ji Wuqiu, whose previously crimson hair was now tinged with a grayish-red.
A massive surge of spiritual power tore through Ji Wuqiu's loose robe. With disheveled hair, he looked at Wen Tian, his eyes reflecting an admiration that was hard to express. Even when faced with Zhu Xian Mountain, Wu Qiu had never shown such appreciation.
Following this, Wen Tian made a swift motion to withdraw his sword. As he did so, the remnants of the sword scattered like fine ash across the starry sky.
Pfft.
A mouthful of fresh blood spewed from Ji Wuqiu's mouth. Bu Luo's wrinkled face showed no sign of anger; instead, it conveyed the enjoyment of battle that Ji Wuqiu felt.
Wen Tian mused to himself, reflecting on the quality of that sword strike. With that single blow, Old Man had predicted that after Mingyue, he would undoubtedly become the second sword immortal in ten thousand years following Ke Zhen'e.
"Senior, if you don't mind, please give that sword a name," Junior said humbly.
"How about calling it the Heart Connection Sword? It feels fitting," Wen Tian suggested, embracing the idea of letting fate decide.
"Good, let’s call it the Heart Connection Sword."
As they conversed, one person was revitalizing their energy while the other healed external wounds. Bu Luo and Ji Wuqiu remained unyielding; Ji Wuqiu directly summoned powerful spiritual energy to force the sword fragments out of his body. His body was riddled with wounds and flowing blood, making him appear like a bloodied warrior standing proudly in the starry sky.
Gu Ping had finally broken free from the restraints of the Other Shore Monster, and there was no way to maintain Ji Wuqiu's hold over Wen Tian. That time, Ji Wuqiu underestimated Wen Tian's attack at the Peak of Nascent Soul and paid a heavy price for it.
As Wen Shiren and Pei Shigui fell from the starry sky, they saw everyone still gathered in the teahouse, not having left. They dragged their injured bodies into the teahouse to continue watching the battle.
Neither of them expected that during their fall from the sky, Gu Ping and Wen Tian had dealt serious damage to Ji Wuqiu.
The Old Man had truly been injured that time. Perhaps he was wrong; he should not have thought that a Mahayana Practitioner was invincible.
However, that Old Man kept rambling on about a chaotic mix of things, claiming he was the reincarnation of the Killing Sovereign. "Who do I think I am?" he wondered aloud.
Pei Shigui boldly asked about what Ji Wuqiu had just said. He didn't believe it because regardless of whether it was Zhu Xian Mountain, Mu Qinglong, or even himself, no one should possess such strength at that age. If Ruofei Immortal had indeed been reincarnated, it would explain everything.
This could also explain why after their generation, no remarkable talents had emerged from Dongyi's successors. The fortunes of Tiandong were monopolized by those reincarnated immortals, naturally leading to a lack of extraordinary geniuses being born.
Or perhaps it was because Gu Ping was situated between two major powers suppressing Fortune, causing Tiandong's fortunes to flow into him alone. This too could be a reasonable explanation.
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