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Unlike Hong Yulong, who spent all day in the arena, Jiang Anbo occasionally visited the Jade Capital Riverbank to admire the flower boats, catch a glimpse of the ladies, or find a quiet spot in Smoke Willow Alley to enjoy a unique cup of Jade Capital Wine while listening to a soft tune, indulging in his own little pleasures.
It was around midnight, during the peak hours of bustling crowds at Jade Capital Riverbank. Hong Yulong rarely joined Jiang Anbo there; they had a few drinks together, but he lacked any charm. The lively ladies nearby didn’t even catch his eye.
He swirled his drink, staring blankly out at the starry sky, not uttering a single word.
Jiang Anbo thought to himself that his companion was rather dull. It wasn’t easy to visit the most famous Smoke Willow Alley in the entire World of Mortals, and yet he was ignoring the lovely ladies of Lou Dong. It was truly unappreciative; being with someone like him was exceedingly boring compared to being with someone else.
Jiang Anbo found it hard to hold back. People who came to such places weren’t exactly paragons of virtue, but Yan Dong was indeed one. Not only was he virtuous, but Jiang Anbo also began to doubt whether Hong Yulong could handle it. If Hong Yulong ever found out what Jiang Anbo thought, he would surely tear him apart.
“What did that guy do?” Jiang Anbo asked.
“I don't deny it,” Hong Yulong replied. “How would he know? He might be off in some deep mountains practicing some powerful techniques. Just that one strike—he could kill from a distance with just a finger. Not just him; I don't deny it either—I’m still haunted by it. That person is incredibly secretive; no one knows what tricks he’s hiding for his trump card.”
That one strike…
Seeing Hong Yulong lost in thought again, Jiang Anbo fell silent as well, drinking alone until someone finally played a tune that lifted his spirits somewhat.
Ever since that day when he witnessed that deadly finger strike firsthand, Hong Yulong had been troubled. During their initial battle, although he felt that Gu was hiding his strength, he never thought it would be his own fault for losing. Later, in his fight against Pei Shigui, despite that stunning sword strike, the preparation took too long. Hong Yulong believed that in his battle against Gu, he wouldn’t give him the chance to unleash a blow even Transcendent Practitioners couldn’t withstand. But then came that silent finger strike that tore through space and appeared behind its target—it truly shook Hong Yulong’s confidence in defeating Gu.
He had thought that Tian Di Dong’s cultivation level was comparable to his own and believed he could defeat him. Bu Luo possessed The Book of Radiant Path and received blessings from the heavens; how could Yan Dong claim to be stronger than others?
Not to mention that astonishing sword strike—just that finger strike capable of tearing through space—how could any Golden Core Cultivator achieve such feats? First breaking through space and then delivering a lethal blow capable of instantly killing a Golden Core Cultivator? Not only could Hong Yulong not do it, but neither could those ranked above him on the Heavenly Ranking or High Leg!
I don't deny it. What I have seen with my own eyes is something that one might not believe; the world is vast, and yet there are those who can rival the gifts of humanity and the heavens.
In a realm as unstoppable as a bamboo shoot breaking through the ground, can Zhi Tian Ya delve into the mysterious and profound? To say that it is not sorcery would be to overlook the fact that it has already surpassed the scope of spells. However, the rules of Heaven and Earth dictate that in the World of Mortals, sorcery is not permitted. Yet, such an enigmatic spell could be considered a form of sorcery. If we were to classify it as divine technique, then we must also consider secret arts. If we dismiss the latter, then there are countless Tian Dong Cultivators and numerous sects, each with practitioners who wield secret arts that hold significant practical value. If we speak of Divine Ability, then indeed, it is something humans can achieve. I seek to understand whether Divine Technique could be a hallmark of the demon race.
The Flying Beasts of Tiandong are countless, capable of practical spells, and many can take human form. Although most people refer to them as spirits, they are merely beasts that have attained a semblance of intelligence and cannot be classified as demons. Only those with innate Divine Ability can be accepted by the demon race, which is one reason for their decline.
The rise of humanity relies on a vast population base; they can afford losses. The demon race, however, cannot sustain such losses easily. The gifted demons find it exceedingly difficult to reproduce, and countless lives have been lost in war. Initially, the Demon Court chose to retreat, allowing Liu Dong to Ru Ming; although not renowned in Qiankun Dao, they still had humans mixed within their ranks. Even Hiding One's Talents and Biding One's Time could not be counted among them; one could say that Fading Moon has fallen into despair.
However, if there were someone capable of unleashing the innate Divine Ability of the demon race, it would be terrifying. In a situation where both sides possess similar cultivation levels, a rugged and resilient demon could potentially contend against four or five human cultivators using their innate Divine Ability. If Yan Dong were human, how would Transformed Beasts fare? But if they were demons, why would they lack the aura typical of their kind? How could they enter Tiandong City, which was nourished by the blood of demons under the Five Generations Human Emperor?
Could it truly be as he said—that those raised by demons found a way to cultivate Divine Ability through Qiankun Dao's Great Master? If so, Tiandong might face unrest once again. Even if war reignited, Hong Yulong would not find anything amiss; after all, if Divine Technique served as bait along with certain conditions, demons might reclaim a foothold in the vast World of Mortals. I don't deny that hiding in Flowing Cloud Realm may seem expansive but is actually just a small fraction amidst the chaos.
Yet all this remains speculation; what lies beneath is uncertain. Even he cannot assert it with certainty. Furthermore, within Eastern Extreme Secret Realm, Nine Nether Cultivators seek to invade World of Dust—Ru Ming and Both Sides are at odds. If demons take this opportunity to stir up trouble again, the situation may become even more unclear. The time left for these young ones to grow is limited.
Suddenly—
Jiang Anbo was stunned while drinking; the entire tavern fell silent. No one expected that the pipa played by the courtesan would snap a string. The tavern quickly replaced it with another pipa and apologized profusely; only then did they manage to smooth things over. However, Hong Yulong's thoughts were completely interrupted.
"Hey," he said to me. "Don't look at that! Besides stars in Tian Zai, what else is there? What about girls? Look at me; my eyes are about to pop out."
Jiang Anbo helplessly set down his wine cup, feeling increasingly disinterested. How could he find anything enjoyable while following someone like Hong Yulong? He thought about how he had to keep up with him throughout Smoke Willow Alley. Despite these thoughts, Jiang Anbo knew that no matter how he felt about it, Gu would always do things related to him—things beneficial for himself or things he deemed useless; no matter what, he wouldn't do otherwise.
I asked him: "Who do you think is stronger—him or Gu?"
In the deep mountain stream, Gu, dressed in clothing made from the skin of a Spotted Tiger, crouched between two stones. He pulled out a wriggling green worm, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
"I got it! I never knew before that the entire Flowing Cloud Realm was filled with them. Now that I've used it, I can catch them easily. It's not as hard to find as I thought. If I had known earlier, I would have caught more."
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