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Take his wooden sword, and tell us, under the bright moon, that even the Rough Cloth can change color in anger.
The scout glanced at Wen Tian, nodding excitedly, wanting to say something but was quickly silenced by Yi Dong. Unable to articulate his thoughts, he dashed towards Wen Tian's usual residence.
Boom, boom, boom.
As the million-strong army of the Ninth Underworld lined up before the Gray Wall, the seemingly endless ranks of soldiers delivered a shock that resonated deep within every soul present.
Bu Luo was at the forefront, facing the cultivators from Both Sides. The sky was thick with Ying Cultivators, buzzing like flies. In terms of numbers, even with the Qin Empire bolstered by the new recruits from the academy, Bu Luo could barely maintain a one-to-three ratio. This left many soldiers who had never witnessed Wen Tian's prowess grumbling about him, as their side was already at a disadvantage.
This situation forced more pressure on the soldiers to fill in for the cultivators. Fortunately, in such a war, the number of infant-level cultivators was ultimately limited. The Divine Presence cultivators were unable to lend their strength, and thus the numerical advantage could never fully compensate for this gap.
On that front, due to Gu Ping selling Cheap Secret Manuals, the imperial soldiers almost held all the advantages. Even the original Keke chef and Ru Ming wielding knives and guns could slay enemies on the battlefield.
Legends of secret manuals circulated throughout the martial world. Some claimed they were gifts from heaven; others believed they were relics left behind in ancient ruins. However, no one knew that Gu Ping had spent three hurried years outside Northern Town Pass crafting a foundational Cultivation method that allowed anyone to access the Great Dao.
Among those who traveled farthest on this path was Shu Qi, a girl displaced by war outside Scattered Cultivator City. In just ten short years, she had soared like a bird among Ying Cultivators. Even Pei Gui felt as if he were witnessing Gu Ping's Yongxuan from years past.
Bu Luo and Shu Qi ultimately did not deny Gu Ping. They could not fight across a major tier like Gu Ping could. In such realms, their Cultivation errors gradually revealed their strengths, allowing Shu Qi to become a banner for Scattered Cultivator City after Pei Gui.
As Zhu Xian Mountain loomed closer, Wen Tian collected his thoughts. The scout had already handed him what appeared to be a bare wooden sword.
Sir, your sword.
Wen Tian nodded kindly. It was just a simple gesture, yet it seemed to instill boundless confidence in the scout, making him believe that Wen Tian could win, would win.
In the sky, the Soul Sword pointed directly at Wen Tian, who stood firm at the Gray Wall. Over the years that Wen Tian had defended the Gray Wall, Zhu Xian Mountain had continuously launched attacks, trying to force Wen Tian to make a move. However, with Jiang Anbo and others blocking the way, they had never seen Wen Tian's legs move.
Zhu Xian Mountain, who understood the Cangjian Style, knew well that the longer one cultivated the Sword Technique that nourished vital energy, the greater its power would become. Although it was uncertain whether Wen Tian would employ such a Sword Technique, as long as he refrained from moving his legs, it would always hang over the Nine Nether Alliance like a sword.
Bu Luo left Zhu Xian Mountain puzzled. Decades had passed since the battle at Street Bridge City, yet he still felt no trace of spiritual power from the person before him. Could it be that the previous news about Wen Tian and Gu Ping being indistinguishable was false?
Zhu Xian Mountain frowned; regardless of the situation, it was time to test it.
The Soul Sword swept through the air, and the Crimson Sword Light sliced through the sky towards Wen Tian. If Zhu Xian Mountain did not move his legs, it would be one thing; but once he did, it would be a killing strike.
This was the first sword of Soul Seven Swords—a lethal blow.
True to its name, that sword was straightforward and aimed directly at Wen Tian's eyes; its purpose was clear: to kill.
But why did he feel that this sword wouldn’t kill?
Wen Tian slowly extended his wooden sword forward. The Soul Sword met the tip of the wooden sword with a clash, neither side gaining an inch.
Zhu Xian Mountain felt as if all his spiritual power had sunk into the sea, much like Jiang Anbo under the moonlight or Gu Ping, who had once exchanged blows with Wen Tian. It felt as if he were facing an illusion of someone he could not deny—just a vast ocean.
Sorrowful Sea? Zhu Xian Mountain suddenly realized and withdrew his Soul Sword from its clash with Wen Tian. He hadn’t expected that despite seemingly gaining nothing, he was actually receiving more from Ji Wuqiu than anyone else.
Wen Tian forced a smile. "I don't deny it," he said, keeping his thoughts hidden. "Bu Luo, I have nothing to conceal."
What does that matter? I am from Mok Ming Academy, yet I have not comprehended the Nine Nether Path.
"I don't deny it." The Nine Nether Path, unlike the Transcendent Path, Wen Tian is more aligned with the Righteous Path. Ji Wuqiu is a genius, one who carved out a new path through sheer determination and effort. Starting from Ji Wuqiu, even if he were an ordinary person, he would still dare to make the heavens and earth change in response to him.
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