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At this moment, the Tai Twin Swords clashed, emitting a dazzling spark that unleashed a tremendous destructive force. The inadvertent sword energy shattered the wine cups on the banquet table, and some spectators, unable to dodge in time, were injured by the sword aura. This forced the onlookers to link arms and create a defensive barrier to block the sword energy.
Even Gu did not expect that after several years, Wen Tian had grown to such an extent. He was puzzled as to why Wen Tian had been invited.
"How did we end up here?" he wondered aloud.
"I don't deny it," said Wen Tian.
"Everyone has their reasons; perhaps it's because of Hong Yulong," Bu Luo suggested.
Wen Shi nodded, affirming Gu's thoughts, and then explained, "Wen Tian represents the academy. Tenglan is known as Zhongshang. Along with Jin Ju, they are quite similar. You might not have expected it, but Tianshi Disciple like Mingdu has already become a representative of Mok Ming Academy, second only to Tenglan Shixiong."
Indeed, during the battle at Bu Luo Academy, there had been some forewarnings, yet no one anticipated that day would arrive so quickly. Wei Wuyou and Wen Tian could both be considered late bloomers.
The road ahead is long; if one does not advance, they will fall behind. No one would wait for Dong Lai. Even if progress is made little by little each day, over the years, it would accumulate into something remarkable.
Just like Mu Yangxu, just like Wei Wuyou, just like Wen Tian.
Such examples are common in the cultivation world. Those individuals often become models for others to emulate because Chongming Guang and Gu Na's talents are not replicable. Wen Tian and Wei Wuyou represent limits that an ordinary cultivator can achieve.
Cultivators like Wen Tian who rise later often share similar traits: they remain humble in victory and resilient in defeat, learn from their shame and grow braver, unaffected by external distractions, steadfast in their original intentions, and walk their own path.
As Gu conversed with Wen Shi, Wei Wuyou's Forget-Me-Not Sword had already reached five inches, and that strike was quickly countered by Dao Heart's steadfast Wen Tian, who remained unaffected by the Dao Heart's influence. Instead, Wei Wuyou suffered significant injuries.
Having executed the Thirteen Worry-Free Swords twice in a row—a technique that harmed the enemy while inflicting self-damage—Wei Wuyou's energy was considerably depleted. Thus, after extending the sword five inches, he refrained from further aggressive attacks and instead focused on Yi Dong, preparing his external energy for Jie Donglai's inch-long blade.
Bu Luo and Wen Tian clearly did not want to give Wei Wuyou such an opportunity. Seizing the moment amidst the raging sword energy, Wen Tian charged forward, gripping the Wenxin Sword with one leg, interrupting Wei Wuyou's adjustment.
Seeing this, Wei Wuyou took a deep breath, grasped the hilt of his sword, and pulled the Forget-Me-Not Sword out another inch. The thirteen-foot-long sword was now drawn an inch, and its sword energy had extended to a foot long—already the length of a normal short sword. At this moment, the foot-long sword energy directly blocked Wen Tian's assault, allowing Wei Wuyou to seek a counterattack.
He struck with an inch that could sever heaven and earth, isolating the Underworld River by ten.
Wen Tian was caught off guard; he never expected that the Thirteen Worry-Free Swords' first form could be defended against so effectively. He found himself unable to interrupt Wei Wuyou's adjustment in time. Watching a golden opportunity slip away, Wen Tian held the Wenxin Sword with both legs and lightly drew his fingers along the blade.
The long sword drank blood but did not emanate the malevolent aura typical of deadly weapons; instead, it unleashed the signature Righteous Qi of the Disciples of the Academy. In that moment, everyone could see a trace of Yongxuan belonging to the academy emanating from Wen Tian.
With one strike of his sword, he dared to challenge the Easterners.
The Wenxin Sword slipped from his grasp and vanished from everyone's sight, yet it seemed to appear before each individual as if there were no way to evade it. Among all the talented individuals present, not a single one could discern where this sword had come from; it was truly unfathomable.
As they witnessed this scene, nearly everyone inhaled sharply, alleviating some of the pressure released by the two in the Arena. Had they not come to Cloud Mist Manor for Hong Ling's wedding, many talented individuals from Yan Dong would likely have been unaware of how powerful one could become in the Nascent Soul Realm.
And that was undeniable—the strongest were competing fiercely.
As they contemplated this, many turned their gazes toward Gu, Nangong Huan, and Chongming Guang. Perhaps they were all yearning for a moment reminiscent of Zhu Xian Mountain’s past glory.
As those four individuals faced each other, an atmosphere of anticipation enveloped the scene, drawing everyone's attention. Even if one were to disregard the battle between Bu Luo and Yan Dong, it had already reached a level that many found hard to comprehend.
Striking at the weak point, the disparity in strength was evident.
With a low murmur from Wei Wuyou, the Forget-Me-Not Sword was drawn another inch. What had seemed like an insurmountable defense from Wen Jian Tian Dong suddenly revealed a clear opening, which Wei Wuyou exploited by blocking with the sheath of the Forget-Me-Not Sword against his chest.
Bu Luo and Wen Tian seized the opportunity, moving swiftly to confront Wei Wuyou and launching their attack.
Wen Tian felt something was amiss; Wei Wuyou showed no signs of panic at that moment. Instead, he appeared almost as if he had anticipated this, not at all like someone under siege.
Did I think that the Thirteen Worry-Free Swords lacked close combat techniques? How foolish.
Wei Wuyou slightly curled his lips in a smirk as the Forget-Me-Not Sword was drawn another inch. With that strike unleashed, the rampant sword energy across the stage suddenly quieted, as if time itself had frozen for that brief moment, leaving Wen Tian momentarily stunned.
Eight inches measured Ninth Underworld; the sword energy loomed large like a mountain.
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