Shen Zhenyi stayed up all night and watched the scenery change slowly outside the window. When the sun rose, the red light shone from the east and the sky turned white. He took a bath and changed his clothes before heading to the White Pagoda at the back of the mountain.
The martial artists gathered at the Abandoned Sword Villa, led by Shen Shou and Zen Master Liu Ru, had already gathered outside the Dream Sword Villa, waiting for Shen Zhenyi to come out.
"It's still early. I'll wait at the White Pagoda at the back of the mountain. You can come back in the evening."
Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly at them as a greeting.
Zen Master Liu Ru and the others didn't dare to say much, but they couldn't be at ease staying at the foot of the mountain. They followed Shen Zhenyi to the back of the mountain of the Abandoned Sword Villa.
The White Pagoda stood majestically. The red morning glow was reflected in the sky, like a magnificent wonder in a painting.
Shen Zhenyi was dressed in white. He sat in front of the White Pagoda with his eyes closed, like a statue.
"Old Monk, what do you think of today's battle?" Fallen Immortal asked Zen Master Liu Ru quietly.
The martial artists were all hoping that after the battle between the Third Young Master Shen and Mister Five Swords, peace would return to the Land of Nine Serenities. However, they had a faint premonition that after today, everything would be different.
"I only hope that The Third Prince can show his power and eliminate that devil." Zen Master Liu Ru put his palms together and sighed as he prayed.
The martial artists behind them gritted their teeth and said, "The Third Prince must avenge us!"
Mister Five Swords had been killing a lot in the past month. More than half of the people present had a blood feud with him. There was almost no hope for them to seek revenge from the old devil, so they could only hope for Shen Zhenyi.
The Third Young Master Shen didn't answer. He seemed to be immersed in his own world and didn't say a word.
The sun gradually rose and gradually moved to the west.
The crowd was tired and hungry, so they didn't want to leave.
"When will that old devil come?"
"Is he afraid of The Third Prince's power and doesn't dare to come?"
"He said that he would come when the moon is full, so it should be at night."
Everyone muttered, feeling impatient and anxious.
Even Zen Master Liu Ru, Shen Shou, and the rest were somewhat anxious, their emotions showing on their faces.
Shen Zhenyi sighed in his heart. These people in the Nine Serenities were already the best, but their temperament was still far from being up to standard. After today, the situation would become even more difficult.
As the sun set in the west, the birds on the other branches were alarmed, and their mournful chirps cut across the dusk.
The full moon rose from the boundless sea. Silver light filled the air, making it seem even bigger and rounder than usual.
"They're here!"
Some sharp-eyed people saw a black dot in the center of the moon. Upon closer inspection, they realized that it was a man in black walking on the waves. Behind him were five long swords that were emitting a bloody aura.
Mister Wujian.
Even stepping on the surface of the sea was like walking on flat ground. Every step he took seemed to have been precisely measured, not even a millimeter off.
Fine waves rose around his feet, but they did not wet his shoes and socks — this was the use of true energy, almost to the point of perfection.
Many people exclaimed in surprise.
"He … he's using all his True Qi to lift himself up! Heavens! How much True Qi does he have to squander? "
"He's more than two hundred years old, of course his total amount of True Qi is shocking!"
"Even the Third Young Master Shen can't do this!"
Everyone couldn't help but worry. When Mister Wujian showed this move, he showed a crushing strength.
"That's right."
Shen Zhenyi just nodded slightly, happy and content.
White hair.
Black clothes.
Five blood swords.
When Mister Wujian stepped on the cliff at the back of the mountain, his momentum was at its peak.
Except for Shen Zhenyi, the others all took three steps back. They felt that the breath in their chests was stagnant, and there was a sense of oppression that made them unable to breathe.
Mister Wujian was tall, wearing black hemp clothes and straw sandals. His waist was tied with a straw rope. Except for the five swords on his back, there was no other decoration on his body. His white hair was loose, and his expression was cold.
— This was completely different from the image he had last night when he was heating wine by the fireside.
He narrowed his eyes. His gaze was like a needle, and there was nothing in his eyes.
To him, everything in the Ninth Underworld was like an ant.
Shen Zhenyi looked at him from afar and sighed softly. "You can practice the Blood Changing Mystic Method to this extent. You're quite tenacious."
This kind of opportunistic method could certainly increase one's True Qi for a long time, but it was easy to lose oneself. If one's essence, Qi, and spirit couldn't be united, it was difficult to cultivate to a higher level.
Mister Wujian looked at the sky above his head and said sternly, "I was banished here, and all I think about is going back to my hometown. How can I be muddle-headed like an ordinary person?"
Since he was born, his vision and knowledge were not comparable to the ordinary people in the Nine Serenities. How could he bear to be imprisoned in this corner of the world?
Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly. "Since you came from the upper world, you should have your own way of cultivation. Why do you practice this kind of Blood Changing Mystic Method that harms others to benefit yourself? Don't you think it will harm your karma?"
Mister Wujian laughed loudly. "We are martial artists, and the strong are respected. What karma is there to speak of?"
Since he had chosen the path of martial arts, of course, he would only believe in himself.
Shen Zhenyi nodded and didn't say anything more.
Both of them were silent, waiting for the eye of the moon to rise.
The back mountain of the Abandoned Sword Villa fell into a strange silence.
The onlookers were shocked by the momentum that these two people inadvertently revealed. They didn't even dare to breathe. They just stretched their necks and opened their eyes wide, wanting to see how these two masters, who were beyond the imagination of the martial artists in the Nine Serenities, would fight.
Cynanchum Chinense broke out in a cold sweat for Shen Zhenyi. She didn't feel confident.
"Master will not lose! Even when the eight great experts attacked him at the same time, he was still able to easily break through them! This Mister Wujian is just putting on a show. He is definitely not Master's opponent! "She could only comfort herself like this.
But Cynanchum Chinense actually knew that Mister Wujian was definitely not putting on a show.
Except for the Third Young Master Shen, everyone present could be easily crushed by him with one finger.
The moon was in the middle of the sky.
Everyone was bathed in the soft brilliance of the eye of the moon. It was like a beam of light piercing through the night and enveloping the White Tower.
Mister Wujian opened his eyes and looked at Shen Zhenyi. He nodded slightly and said, "Let's begin!"
He gently stepped on the ground and soared into the sky like a big black bird. He somersaulted twice in the air and jumped to the top of the White Tower.
Shen Zhenyi smiled and gently patted the armrest of the wheelchair. The wheelchair floated in the air like a feather in the wind, soaring with the airflow!
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. These two people's Qing Gong had completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
Mister Wujian was still using a huge amount of True Qi to support himself, so that he could jump dozens of feet high.
But Shen Zhenyi's technique was just too shocking. They didn't know how he did it.
"Eternal Cloud Feather!"
Mister Wujian's face sank. He sneered and said, "Sure enough, you are also from there."
He reached out and pointed at the eye of the moon in the sky.
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