The remaining disciple of the Emerald Cloud Sect let out another inhuman howl. Shi Wuchen's sword pierced his forehead, Lan Ruojun's saber pierced his chest, and Ren Qingkuang's sword sliced open his stomach. Behind him, Yun Yang's three consecutive slashes were all aimed at the vital parts of his neck!
Clang, clang, clang …
Each slash was aimed at his neck, but it was as if he was slashing at steel. It was not until the third slash that the head was finally chopped off!
Before the man died, he howled and stabbed his saber in an almost aimless manner. Coincidentally, it pierced Shi Wuchen's right shoulder, the tip of the saber protruding from the back of his shoulder!
The headless corpse swayed for a moment, then suddenly fell forward.
The four of them heaved a sigh of relief at the same time. Lan Ruojun and Ren Qingkuang plopped down on the ground and laughed maniacally. "That felt great! Thank you, thank you!"
Without any further movements, their eyes rolled back and they fainted at the same time. Their movements were unexpectedly synchronized.
"Go! Quickly! We can't stay here for long! "
Yun Yang did not waste any more words and carried the two men on his back. Shi Wuchen pulled out the saber from his shoulder and kept it in his spatial ring with a grunt.
Yun Yang turned around and took all the spatial rings from the three Emerald Cloud Sect disciples' hands. Only then did he retreat swiftly into the dense forest.
Almost at the same time, the sound of clothes fluttering in the air could be heard from afar.
"Who's there?"
However, there was no sign of them.
…
"Why are you here?"
"Why are you all here?"
Lan Ruojun and Ren Qingkuang woke up very quickly. Once they were awake, they looked at Shi Wuchen and the first words that came out of their mouths were exactly the same.
"You first!"
"You first!"
They spoke in unison once more.
Yun Yang looked at the three of them with interest, as if he was enjoying a long-lost memory.
At this moment, Yun Yang could feel the camaraderie between the three of them. Although it could not be compared to the love between the Nine Supremes brothers or the brotherhood of the ten court Yama Kings, there was still a sense of sincerity.
"You, Shi Wuchen, have disappeared for three years without a trace in the martial world. Looks like you've been doing pretty well. The rumor that you've been severely injured and died is obviously not true. But how would someone as carefree as you know what kind of life we've been living in these three years?!"
Lan Ruojun smiled bitterly. "The Celestial Luck Banner Competition will begin in another four months. What's more, this time is different from the past. Countless sects are restless, either intending to upgrade their Celestial Luck Banners or planning to protect their Celestial Luck Banners from falling. As a result, the participating disciples of the sect naturally went into seclusion, but because of this, there were many empty spots for true disciples. These ordinary disciples with Celestial Luck Banners are like madmen, pouring into the Jianghu and risking their lives to improve their strength … "
Shi Wuchen sighed. There was no need for him to continue listening at this point. As the saying went, a small clue would reveal a big picture. He already knew about his brothers' recent encounters.
The nine whetstones had been left here for a long time. How could the disciples not pounce on them in a frenzy? They had to create every opportunity to defeat the Demiurge-Flawed Ten and obtain the qualification to become a true disciple!
This was laid out before them, something that did not even need to be guessed.
"Looks like you guys haven't had a good time recently …" Shi Wuchen sighed.
"It's more than that. The two of us are always together, so our situation is still better. Shi Bujia gets beaten up three times a day, it's a common occurrence … He can't avoid it no matter how hard he tries. That fellow Ping Xiaoyi is usually cautious and doesn't easily get into fights with others, but somehow, he got into a head-on confrontation with a sect and poisoned a dozen of their disciples to death … He's already a target for all. Luckily, he did it for a reason. After killing them, he immediately fled thousands of miles away, fleeing for his life. His whereabouts are still unknown … "
Shi Wuchen was surprised. "This fellow usually speaks softly, but his killer is so ruthless. You really can't judge a book by its cover … It's good that his whereabouts are unknown, no news is good news. There's always a ray of hope. What about the others?"
Lan Ruojun sighed sadly. "Most of the others … have the same experience. Perhaps it's even worse. "
Yun Yang asked curiously, "Why were the ten of you chosen as whetstones back then? Don't they have their own standards? What kind of standards did they use to make you whetstones? There has to be a reason for this, right? "
Lan Ruojun said sadly, "There's something you don't know, brother. Among the ten of us, there were a few who were once disciples of Celestial Luck Banners, including Wu Menghuan and Tie Qingcang. Strictly speaking, they're still disciples of Celestial Luck Banners now … However, less than half a year after they were apprenticed, the Bound of Universe's sect tournament happened. Unfortunately, their sect was defeated and replaced by those who entered later, eventually being demoted. Both of them had already been selected as true disciples, but the elders of their sect all died in the battle … Since then, the sect only existed in name, and they had no choice but to wander the martial world. "
"As for the others, they were either framed by others in their sects, ostracized by others, or for some other reason … they were forced to leave their sects. Then, there were rumors that we were born to be whetstones … "
Yun Yang was dumbfounded. "Born to be a whetstone? There's such a saying? "
"This saying isn't false … but the so-called whetstone refers to high-level cultivators who have reached a bottleneck in their sect and can't break through. They have to be high-level cultivators who haven't been able to break through for more than fifty years and have no hope of breaking through again. These cultivators are at the highest level of their cultivation base at the right time. Furthermore, they're rich in martial world and combat experience. Knowing that their cultivation base has no hope of breaking through and wanting to leave a legacy, they usually choose to become the sparring partner of their sect's disciples of the same level or a lower level … Most of them are whetstones."
"In fact, there's no lack of such disciples in sects, clans, and families. The existence of whetstones can't go unnoticed as they provide an excellent ladder to ascend the sect's lower-level disciples with good aptitude. "
Yun Yang nodded and continued to ask, "This saying is easy to understand, but aren't you natural whetstones different from the ordinary whetstone disciples of sects and families?"
Ren Qingkuang chuckled humorlessly and said, "Of course there's a difference. It's almost a qualitative difference. Rumor has it that the natural whetstones can reach the advanced level very quickly at each level and stay for a period of time to digest."
"This period of time is called the time of sharpening … or perhaps it's more appropriate to call it the time of whetstones. When facing people like us, the pressure that cultivators of the same level can feel is the highest among those of the same level. "
"This way, the so-called best whetstone is born."
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