Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy Six – We Need Real Combat! (1/2)
Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy Six – We Need Real Combat!
Nan Yue and Cang Ze instantly intimidated the crowd of yao.
The purple vine arrows were as quick as lightning. No yao was able to dodge. The purple lights tore apart the air. The grey green streaks were full of transformations. They were like assassins wearing face-skin masks that could not be predicted or defended against. In the blink of an eye, the murderous ambushers all turned to white light and disappeared.
No spectator dared to move.
They may not be like Ming Jue Zi and realized with a glance that what Nan Yue and Cang Ze were using were high-level yao arts but they were able to see that the two yao arts were unique. Nan Yue and Cang Ze had been staying inside the illusory formation. The yao had been focused on Zuo Mo and none of them had noticed them.
Their sudden appearance, and their lightning attacks afterwards extinguished the thoughts of some yao that wanted to benefit from the chaos.
Nan Yue panted lightly as she held the vine bow and stood next to Zuo Mo. She looked warily at the surroundings. Cang Ze’s forehead was covered in sweat. The grey green mist on his body was much fainter than before.
Zuo Mo knew that this was the first time Nan Yue and Cang Ze had cultivated these new yao arts. After their actions, they were, undoubtedly, tired to the bone.
“Go back, have a good rest.” Having recovered, Zuo Mo said warmly. His hands moved together, and dozens of lights of various colors spilled forth like a storm. They entered the empty ground around him and disappeared.
A trap!
The hearts of everyone watching secretly shook.
Nan Yue and Cang Ze were at the end of their rope. They were just hanging on. Seeing the situation, they released a breath. Without dragging it out, they quickly left.
Zuo Mo coldly looked around. Many yao lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. His eyes paused on Ming Yue Zi. This unfamiliar yao smiled slightly at him.
He did not think about the meaning in Ming Jue Zi’s smile and left the Wasteland Beast Chessboard.
The moment he left the Wasteland Beast Chessboard, Zuo Mo finally felt how serious his consciousness had been expended this time. He hurriedly entered meditation to recover.
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“This sword formation is good and can help you comprehend sword essence. However, do not rely too much on external things. We are sword xiu. What is sword xiu? Other than the sword, there is nothing else! No matter if you comprehended sword essence or not, when you start cultivating the sword, your heart is like a sword billet. You need to continuously hammer it, grind it, cause it to become purer, and stronger. What can hammer and temper your sword hearts? Combat, continuous combat! Without combat, there are no sword xiu. We sword xiu come into the world with our sharp edges!”
Wei Sheng’s voice was not charismatic, but his determined gaze, and his indomitable voice made every sword xiu’s blood boil.
Previously, they were like a headless snake due to the lack of a teacher. Now, Wei Sheng’ sudden appearance caused every sword xiu to see hope. In other sects, disciples like Wei Sheng were still disciples. But here, Wei Sheng quickly became every sword xiu’s teacher. No one doubted any word that he said.
He was a true sword xiu!
If this was in the past, everyone would feel that Wei Sheng’s cultivation methods were very dumb. Who could think that a jindan xiuzhe would spend four hours each day slicing and thrusting like a beginner? But he quickly used reality to make everyone understand how important the basics were.
He used sword moves from the stage of lianqi, the ling power of a lianqi, and defeated all the experts of Vermillion Bird Camp, including Ma Fan.
After such a fantastical competition, all of Vermillion Bird Camp sank into a deathly silence for multiple days. Wei Sheng’s performance completely overturned the common understandings that had formed over time.
What ling power, what sword moves, in front of Wei Sheng, they were useless. He used reality to teach everyone their cultivation had gone in a wrong direction. Gradually, people started to copy Wei Sheng’s cultivation method, and methodically practiced the basic sword moves they had left behind a long time ago.
Wei Sheng’s Sword Lecture Hall was full of people daily.
In the Sword Lecture Hall, everyone gathered after class and discussed what Wei Sheng had just spoken on.
“Teacher Wei is really great!” Lei Peng did not cultivate a sword scripture, but he never missed any lecture. Wei Sheng’s words today really fit his appetite. The young Wei Sheng was called Teacher Wei by everyone.
“But where is there combat,” someone muttered.
“It’s not that there isn’t combat,” Ma Fan said in a deep voice. After he had been defeated by Wei Sheng last time, he had reflected for a long time. His cultivation of the sword was unorthodox and he only had a half-complete understanding of many things which left behind hidden weaknesses. Now that Wei Sheng had pointed every one of them out, he had benefited greatly. He would reflect and study every word that Wei Sheng said many times.
“That’s right, there are fiend souls outside, and even stronger fiend soul beasts. Aren’t they the best opponents?” Nian Lu inserted.
“Right! Let’s get them!”
“En en, we need to plan, how about this … …”
The pitiful fiend soul beasts. They had been living in relative peace and dominated this fiendish mist for thousands of years, but were facing a calamity due to one of Wei Sheng’s speeches.
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Originally, Shu Long, A Wen, and the major fighters of Guard Camp were planning to attend the Sword Lecture Hall. Even though what Wei Sheng discussed was cultivating the sword, but many of the contents were also useful for them.
However, this plan was mercilessly killed by Pu Yao.
Were they joking? A branch of the honored Sky Yao, even if only in name, when was it ever someone else’s turn to lecture them?
To Pu Yao, this was a humiliation. That’s right, it was a humiliation!
Pu Yao, who was becoming more discontent the more he thought about it, instantly ordered Guard Camp into lockdown. What was good about the Sword Lecture Hall? Speaking of cultivation, hmph, who can compare to ge?
Pu Yao smirked coldly inside.