Chapter 392 – What a Fine Wang Po of Tianliang (II) (1/2)

Chapter 392 What a Fine Wang Po of Tianliang (II)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Several decades ago, a young man came out of Tianliang County. His name was Wang Po.

The day he appeared, the era of blooming flowers in the world of cultivation formally began.

He was a genius in cultivating the Dao, and also a genius in battle. Whether in cultivating talent or battle prowess, amongst cultivators of the same generation, he had always been the strongest. After Zhou Dufu, he was the only person to surpass the rest of his generation's cultivators and was undoubtedly the strongest expert. From the Proclamation of Azure Sky to the Proclamation of Golden Distinction, and then the Proclamation of Liberation, he had always occupied first place. Compared to the present-day Qiushan Jun and Xu Yourong, he was even grander. Even cultivators of such privileged positions as Snow-treading Xun Mei who once obtained first rank on the first banner in the Grand Examination, or Liang Wangsun who was the successor of a noble family that had accumulated power for a thousand years and one dynasty, found it hard to catch up. It was even because of Wang Po that Xun Mei spent thirty-odd years bitterly cultivating in the Mausoleum of Books without leaving. Because the proud and insane Painted Armor Xiao Zhang wanted to surpass Wang Po, he was even willing to descend into madness and almost became a cripple.

Nowadays, he had already cultivated to the peak of Star Condensation. Below the Five Saints and Storms of the Eight Directions, besides the legends of the previous generation like Su Li, the peerless expert who wandered the world, or Divine General Han Qing, there was no one stronger than him. And it must not be forgotten that he had only begun to cultivate several decades ago. The human world was optimistic that he could enter the Saint realm and become a Saint of the next generation or perhaps take over one of the positions in the Eight Storms. There was even the high possibility that he could go even farther and enter the legendary realm of Concealed Divinity!

A deathly stillness hung over the streets.

The crowd looked at the blue-clothed middle-aged man standing in the ruins of the inn, not daring to make a noise. At one end of the long street, Liang Hongzhuang's face was abnormally complex as he thought about matters from the past. On his charming complexion that was not at all like a man's, several unhealthy smears of red had appeared. It was obvious that his mind was excessively agitated. At the other end of the long street, Divine General Xue He looked at the blade he was holding casually in his hand and thought of those words Su Li had said to him a few days ago, and in his heart grew an unsurpassable sense of defeat.

Back then, Xue He had asked Su Li for guidance. Why did everyone believe that it would be impossible for him to catch up to Wang Po? Su Li told him that Wang Po was too far away from him, in matters of both the blade and the person. He asked for the reason, and Su Li said, “Because you use seven blades, while Wang Po only uses one.” This answer made him somewhat comprehend and feel that he had understood, but now in that previous moment, when he saw the blade in Wang Po's hand send Xiao Zhang flying twice and cause the walls and courtyards of Xunyang City to collapse, he finally understood that Su Li's answer had just been lip service.

He was inferior to Wang Po, and it had nothing to do with how many blades he used. Even if Wang Po wanted to used three hundred and sixty-five blades, every day using a different blade, Xue He would still be inferior to Wang Po. The distance between him and Wang Po was too vast, and it had nothing to do with perseverance or willpower. It only had to do with talent. This sort of acknowledgment brought him a great deal of despair and sadness.

Right as Liang Hongzhuang and Xue He were about to leave, Wang Po's appearance dealt them an enormous psychological blow. It had also placed a massive pressure on all of Xunyang City, especially those people that wanted to kill Su Li, creating a deathly stillness. It was only Chen Changsheng who, in his shock, felt a boundless warmth.

Yes, it was not ecstasy, but warmth.

Ecstasy was often a shocked happiness, coming from something unimaginable. Warmth was more mild, more profound, and more lingering. It was gratification that arose from the perfect match of one's desires and reality. He did not know why Wang Po would appear in Xunyang City, but he was grateful for Wang Po's appearance. He thanked him on the behalf of Su Li and on his own behalf, and on the behalf of those naive and pure ways of thinking.

At this moment, Wang Po's body slightly swayed, and then he began to cough.

He coughed blood, and every mouthful of blood was filled with spirit and boldness.

Everyone could tell that with a single cough, he became much more exhausted and haggard. Even for Wang Po, when confronting opponents on the level of Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, especially in a one-on-two situation, it was very difficult to speak of certain victory. Wanting his one blade to push back the enemy, he had used his most unyielding technique and had even suffered injuries that he should not have suffered.

A breeze blew through the ruins of the inn. The white paper on Xiao Zhang's head flapped in the breeze, but it was impossible to dispel the bewilderment in Xiao Zhang's eyes. Liang Wangsun was unprecedentedly solemn and simultaneously intensely shocked and confused. In the battle, Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun had both exclaimed—they thought Wang Po had gone mad.