Chapter 1042 - Glorious Heretic Lord (2/2)

The people seated here were seniors who had high cultivation and had experienced that huge battle 600 years ago, so they knew just how terrifying Zhang Poxiao was.

“How much can he grow in just a hundred years? Hm, I’ll be able to deal with him even if he turns out to be another Zhang Poxiao,” the Glorious Heretic Lord remarked coldly.

Although Zhang Poxiao had been extraordinary back then, he had been difficult not because of his prowess, but because the remarkable power he had cultivated was rather odd and allowed him to slip out of their hands time and time again.

If the man did not escape, he could easily take him on, one-on-one, and kill him.

Besides, there had been too many sects back then who were out for Zhang Poxiao’s blood. The Sinister Wind Sect was far from being the only one who was after the man so they had to deal with the stunts pulled by the other sects, which allowed Zhang Poxiao to slip from their grasp time and time again. That eventually led to a devastating defeat.

A few of the Sect Grand Elders visibly relaxed after they heard what he said. Their leader was still the mighty Glorious Heretic Lord who had never once lost a battle against a cultivator with great attainment of the Supreme Profundity. Although bits of it were exaggerated, his power undeniably came infinitely close to the great attainment of the Supreme Profundity.

Mo Wen paled in comparison and he was unlikely to be able to create a storm even if he had a thousand years, let alone a hundred.

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The same scene played out in the Petrification Cult, the Shattered Cloud Sect, the Sword Valley, and the Earth Mountain Sect.

The changes in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension left them with no choice but to re-examine their situation and make plans for their next countermeasure.

But they ultimately reached the same conclusion. There was no resolution at all because none of them dared to challenge Nie Wuxin, not in the least bit.

All the higher-ups in the various sects could only silently allow Mo Wen one hundred years to grow.

Those big sects were not actually terrified, but some of the mid-tier sects were in a panic. If Mo Wen was already this powerful now, how much more would he be in a hundred years?

There were dozens of sects who bore a deep hatred for Mo Wen, but not every one of them had mighty cultivators at the Supreme Profundity Realm, and some sects only had several cultivators with great attainment of the Tide Changing Realm. However, these sects were obviously of no concern to Mo Wen anymore.

The five major sects—the Sinister Wind Sect, the Petrification Cult, the Shattered Cloud Sect, the Earth Mountain Sect, the Sword Valley—were the only sects who could still go up against Mo Wen.

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In a huge garden within the palace in the Intentionless City, Mo Wen was reclined on a rocking chair. He basked in the sun, comfortable and relaxed.

The burden was off his shoulders now that no one else was coming into the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. Time—time was the most important thing for him now. With enough time, it was not implausible for him to defeat the sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm.

A month had passed since the chaos and the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension had thoroughly stabilized. He had spent some time cultivating in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. He did not ask too much of the people, just that they had to be able to protect themselves in times of crisis.

Wang Yinru and Pei Fengwu walked over from afar. Any issues in the Ming Palace were mostly dealt with by the two of them, and the two of them had finally relaxed somewhat after a hectic period.

“How are Gu Jingman’s injuries, Mo Wen?”

Wang Yinru walked over to stand behind Mo Wen. She placed her hands on his head and started massaging him naturally, looking every bit like a gentle and virtuous lady.

Pei Fengwu walked over to stand beside him. She poured him a cup of tea and then sat on the chair beside him, enjoying the afternoon sun.

“Gu Jingman? She’s still in seclusion, but I’m not too sure what she’s tinkering with. All her injuries are probably healed by now.” Mo Wen shook his head. A month had passed and Gu Jingman had the recovery abilities of a cockroach, so her wounds were likely healed by now.

“It’s good that she’s fine. She really gave me a scare, but she underwent such a huge change, no? After you came back, she seemed like a new person altogether.”

Wang Yinru’s eyes flickered, massaging Mo Wen while making small talk.

Pei Fengwu’s gaze immediately fell on Mo Wen’s face, and she continued, “That’s true. Gu Jingman really underwent a seriously huge change, and it’s just unbelievable that her cultivation rose so quickly all of a sudden.”

The two of them did not appear to be talking about something out of the ordinary, but then again, a woman’s words could never be taken at face value. It was only natural that Mo Wen managed to pick up on the subtext, and he could not help but chuckle bitterly. Ah, women!

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