44 The Proper Method For Wen Bao (1/2)

In doing things, Wang Lu always emphasized on efficiency. Thus, in the afternoon, he agreed to meet with Wen Bao at the Misty Peak’s practice field.

Misty Peak has a total of three practice fields. The smallest one is located near the Teng Cloud Hall, which is the designated practice field for new disciples. A row of red wooden figurines filled with spells were neatly stacked on the side of the open space. Disciples could practice their variety of spells on them.

When Wang Lu rushed to this place, Wen Bao had already been there for quite a while, practicing his Black Iron Sword on the empty field. His whole body trembled as he sweated profusely. He obviously had given it all, but his sword move was still incoherent as before, and his sword power lacked the proper aggressiveness of the Black Iron Sword; he has no killer instinct.

After watching him practice for a moment, Wang Lu immediately intervene. “Stop it. This training is just a waste of time.”

Wen Bao’s face turned bitter. “But I lack in the intelligence department. If I don’t practice diligently…”

“That’s a wrong route. The more knowledge, the more reactionary [1]. You are already on the wrong team, so naturally, you will keep on making mistakes.”

“Huh?” Wen Bao was taken aback. “But what I did just now is indeed in accordance with the training method taught to me by my Senior Brothers. I never changed them arbitrarily.”

“Then what they taught you is wrong. If they’re right, why did you look for me then?”

Wen Bao stared blankly for a moment. “Senior Brother, that makes sense. How should I practice then?”

Wang Lu took two steps forward and pointed his Purple Soft Sword at Wen Bao. “Why don’t we exchange two moves first.”

Wen Bao hesitated for a moment, lifted up his sword and roared as he swung it down towards Wang Lu.

Wang Lu didn’t try to dodge. He just used his Soft Cloud Sword to deflect seventy percent of fatty’s force. Although the remaining thirty percent forced him to take three steps backward, it could not break through his Soft Cloud Sword’s defense, so it didn’t cause any real damage to Wang Lu.

Wen Bao wasn’t undaunted. He followed his move by a lunge to the chest. Wang Lu parried his attack sideways, but this time, he didn’t even move half a step backward. Wen Bao’s entire attacking force was deflected to the side, and he staggered forward because he lost his balance. The fatty wanted to turn around and attack again, but Wang Lu wasn’t interested in that anymore.

“That’s enough. Do you know why you lost just now?”

Wen Bao sincerely praised him. “Senior Brother, your swordsmanship is amazing, I am far behind you.”

“Amazing my ass! That’s nothing more than a mortal world’s sword art. But you, with your Black Iron Sword, should be able to absorb the spiritual energy from the soil, which could make you indestructible and steady as a rock. What you have is the real sword art from the Immortal Cultivation World; theory wise, how could it be compared to my Soft Cloud Sword?”

“Senior Brother, your cultivation is profound, even a mortal world’s martial art…”

“You’re a ninth level Qi Cultivating Stage cultivator, yet you praised my cultivation as profound, even though I am still in the second level of the Body Refining Stage?”

Wen Bao was suddenly at a loss. “This…”

“Strength-wise, you’re at least ten times stronger than me, while on the speed, we are at least the same, let alone you should be able to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy and turn it into your magical power, unlike me who can’t even absorb the surrounding spiritual energy. Against you, my only advantages are nothing else but my calmness and my tough bones. Overall, in almost any aspect, you hold all the advantage, but why did you still lost?”

Wen Bao was tongue tied. “Why?”

Wang Lu coldly snorted. “Because you’re a terrified c*nt, a spineless coward.”

“Em…” Receiving such a blunt assessment, Wen Bao felt as if he just ate sh*t.

“Except for your fat, you’re a useless waste. No other sects would accept you. Even if they are looking for someone to do odd jobs, they still need someone who is not clumsy and stupid, aren’t they? When the Spirit Sword Sect accepted you as an Inner Court Disciple, the Elders must have been confused because you obviously have dubious qualifications. No wonder the sect is in the state of decline day after day; this sect is rightfully called as the most unworthy of the title one of the five best sects in the Union of the Ten Thousand Immortals. Congratulations Fatty, your existence here drag down the entire sect.”

“I, I…” Although he had always been subjected to all kinds of criticism, in a sect that paid particular attention to harmony between disciples, this was the first time he heard someone hurl such a vicious insult at him! Moreover, that person, unfortunately, was Wang Lu, whom he admired the most. For a time, his mind went blank and then flustered.

However, Wang Lu’s viciousness wasn’t limited to this.

“Dead fatty, are you really the son of the teacher of the state of the Azure Billow Country? Siring such a waste like you, your father must’ve felt headaches for more than a decade, right?”

“Wang Lu, you, why!?” Hearing about his family, his whole body trembled. He couldn’t believe Wang Lu would go as far as that.

“Oh, that’s right! From another point of view, anyone who sired a waste pig like you must have had a bad seed. Perhaps while you’re here, your dad is questioning whether you’re really his son or not, hahaha!”

“Wang Lu, shut up!”

“Let’s talk about your mother then. Oh, I forgot to ask, is your mother your real mother? Hahaha!”

“Enough!”