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Gentle Teng Minjue led the way, followed closely by Wen Tian and Tan Siyuan. If an outsider were to see them, they might mistakenly believe that the four were disciples of the Sword Sect, as they all flew through the air on their swords, heading towards Tiandong City.
In Tian Zai, a significant number of people flew on swords, while a smaller group rode on Crimson Tiger Spirit Pets like Ying Zhan. There were even a few cultivators using bizarre artifacts to soar through the skies of Tian Zai.
Flying knives, handkerchiefs, and even iron pots were among the unconventional tools in use. It was truly a display of all eighteen weapons. Even Wen Tian couldn't help but break into a sweat at the sight, choosing to ignore those behind him and pressing forward at full speed.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, glanced at Pei Gui, who was flying at the forefront. The Prince of Tiandong City seemed to be sailing smoothly through the first realm without revealing much of his strength. There were rumors that he had been defeated by a talented cultivator named Jiang Ping in three strikes, but Tenglan wasn't convinced. After all, aside from Gu Ping, he couldn't think of anyone capable of overcoming two entire realms to defeat an opponent. It was said that the young man named Jiang Ping had used a mysterious technique called A Distant Paradise. Tenglan had ample reason to doubt Jiang Ping's abilities; after all, he had only heard about him through others and had never brought it up himself. Otherwise, Wen would surely have been shocked.
They continued on their way.
Tenglan led the three in a different direction, avoiding the path taken by Pei Gui. Other Transcendent Practitioners noticed that both groups had chosen their own routes and began making their own decisions as well. It was an unwritten rule that Transcendent Practitioners should try to take different paths to prevent any one person from being eliminated by the boundary guards; otherwise, it would be seen as a failure in the third tier of care for each Major Sect's reputation.
Someone was approaching.
Feng Bao once again reminded Gu Ping and Yi Dong. Although it felt unnecessary since the newcomer was almost upon them. If they didn't stop talking, they would likely cross paths soon.
Bu Luo was once again ignored. Feng Bao felt awkward watching Gu Ping on the rooftop raise a wine jar above his head and begin pouring wine into his mouth as if he hadn't noticed the approaching figure at all.
Perhaps he was already prepared to give up, Feng Bao thought. For an hour now, the two had been drinking on their rooftop and chatting about trivial matters like two neighbors discussing everyday life. Gu Ping never mentioned strength or realms in their conversations. Of course, Feng Bao could tell that Gu Ping was currently in his Golden Period and had reached Golden Peak as well. However, it seemed that Dong Lai's people were aware that no Transcendent Practitioner could likely stop them; they probably intended to let it go.
Bang!
Just when Feng Bao thought Gu Ping would voluntarily let the Transcendence Stage cultivator pass, a loud explosion from the wine jar suddenly rang out beside him, leaving him completely stunned and unable to react to what had just happened.
As soon as the newcomer set foot in Old Sand Town, the sound of a wine jar shattering in the sky reached Feng Bao's ears. Above him, the newcomer had sliced through Gu Ping's wine jar, and the two found themselves almost face to face, locked in a tense standoff. The Transcendent Practitioner hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.
"I don't deny it," Feng Bao thought, glancing at the young man who claimed to spare no one. He recalled the feats of Tian Zai in Tiandong City—how he had transformed and fed fish with his skills, how he had effortlessly defeated Pei Gui at the Transcendence Stage, and how he had faced off against the Transcendent Practitioner at the Eastern Divine Altar alongside Hong Yulong. Neither had truly lost that day; everyone knew they were merely sparring.
Yet he never expected that this seemingly carefree drinker could genuinely command the respect of a Transcendent Practitioner. The man's aura did not seem to falter against the eastern winds.
"My name is Jiang Ping," he thought. He had heard of my exploits, but Bu Luo would not dare to gamble against me.
Xiao Zhang had previously felt that Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, had already broken through to the Transcendence Stage. He believed he should have made similar progress, yet he was uncertain how his own Transcendence compared to Tenglan's.
Cultivation was like rowing upstream; one slow step meant falling behind. Although only a year had passed, Tenglan had stabilized at the early stage of Transcendence while Xiao Zhang had just recently broken through. The seemingly small gap between them actually represented a vast difference in their cultivation journeys. Xiao Zhang was reluctant to admit this disparity, especially since they had once been evenly matched.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Zhang prepared to deal with the audacious gold-clad cultivator blocking his path. He wanted to show that Transcendence was not something to be taken lightly; gold and Bu Luo were nothing more than ants in comparison.
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