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Chapter 386

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During the Seven Sects Martial Arts Symposium, the Abandoned Sword Villa had become the target of public criticism. Shen Zhenyi didn't care about the actions of these people, and of course, he didn't care about the enmity of the Little Ru Yi Sect.

The days went on as usual. Lord Zi Ningjun had just broken through to the second level of the True God Realm and needed to consolidate his realm. Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long also knew that in order for their swordsmanship to display its true power, they still needed to improve their martial arts realms. Therefore, they focused on comprehending and didn't care about the disturbances of the outside world.

At first, Cynanchum Chinense was worried that Shen Baihe would do something, so she secretly watched him for a few days. However, after a while, she felt that such a useless person couldn't do anything. Her master magnanimously didn't care, so in the end, she didn't care anymore.

Shen Baihe didn't do anything on normal days. He just basked in the sun in the courtyard.

King City had medicine to treat his injuries. Princess Long pinched her nose and bought it for him. After taking it, he was already dead. If he was willing to pay the price, it wasn't impossible to repair his meridians. However, in the Abandoned Sword Villa, no one felt that it was necessary for him to fully recover.

Shen Baihe knew this himself, so he didn't ask for a snub. Even when Shen Zhenyi taught his disciples martial arts, he stayed far away. At least he knew how to avoid arousing suspicion.

"If he lives like this, it's not like Master can't support him. After all, they are flesh and blood. It's a pity that people don't turn back until they hit the wall. He just had to wait until now to learn to live like this. He's really stupid. "

Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long only felt that Shen Baihe was hateful and pitiful.

The other disciples of the Abandoned Sword Villa gradually got used to this.

Shen Zhenyi was indoors. He looked at Shen Baihe through the window, but the corner of his mouth only carried a smile.

"This brother of mine can be considered quite good. To be able to reach this stage, he can be considered a person of destiny."

His eyes flashed and stayed on Shen Baihe for a while to feel the changes in the mysteries of heaven.

— — That's fine, with him stirring up the situation, I won't have to waste my time.

In short, no matter what came, it was just a sword strike.

Shen Zhenyi didn't care about what other people thought was a huge disaster.

A mere Seven Wounds World, what was there that could hurt him?

"Beastmen … the changes in this world are rather interesting."

Shen Zhenyi looked deeply at Shen Baihe again.

Shen Baihe was still sitting quietly in his wheelchair. His eyes were looking at the sky, and his face was expressionless. He looked like a cripple.

"Third Brother, when you were injured by the man in the straw raincoat, did you have the same thoughts as me when you were recuperating in the back of the mountain?"

Shen Baihe seemed to know that Shen Zhenyi was looking at him from the room. He suddenly opened his mouth without turning his head, but his voice still came through the bamboo window.

Shen Zhenyi smiled indifferently. "No, my heart is pure and honest. I have never had such malicious thoughts like Elder Brother."

That was the time when he woke up from the faint.

Shen Zhenyi recalled that time. When the bloodline, the stars, and the eyes of the moon reached the right time, the soul of the Sword Deity was awakened from the endless sea of chaos.

When he found that he was restrained in the disabled body of the Third Young Master Shen, he didn't have a trace of fear or worry, because he always knew his own path.

He never knew what jealousy was, and he would never hurt his family because of this kind of emotion.

Shen Baihe narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun with narrowed eyes.

"Third Brother, do you think that everything is always under control? Are you my brother or not? "

He had been thinking about this question for so many years when he was imprisoned. When he was in the Nine Netherworlds, he found most of the Ten Great Experts to besiege Shen Zhenyi, but they were all defeated. But when he used Mister Five Swords as his trump card, Shen Zhenyi's expression didn't change.

Mister Five Swords had killed the five strongest experts in the Nine Netherworlds in the past three hundred years, and he had never met a worthy opponent. Shen Baihe also thought that Shen Zhenyi couldn't escape from Five Swords no matter how strong he was.

However … the battle in the White Tower almost overturned his thoughts.

Mister Five Swords died, and Shen Zhenyi naturally ascended to immortality with the Moon Decapitation.

This was beyond Shen Baihe's imagination.

He thought that it was just luck, an accident. Therefore, when he arrived at the World of Eight Cultivators, he tried his best to coax Shen Shou and make a comeback. Soon, he hooked up with Shen Yizhou of the Twelve Sword Towers and secretly learned their secret techniques.

In Shen Baihe's opinion, even if Shen Zhenyi was a peerless genius in the Nine Netherworlds, he should be nothing in the face of the World of Eight Cultivators. When he colluded with the Twelve Sword Towers to force the Abandoned Sword Villa, he thought that victory was in his grasp.

But he didn't expect that Shen Zhenyi's strength would leave him dumbfounded.

Let alone Shen Zhenyi, even the disciples taught by Shen Zhenyi could easily kill him. After that, Shen Zhenyi's strength advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching the peak of the Eighth Cultivator of Eight Cultivators in the blink of an eye. Finally, he smoothly ascended to immortality with the Moon Decapitation.

Shen Baihe couldn't take it all in. He simply couldn't understand.

It wasn't until he entered the World of Seven Wounds that Shen Baihe realized something. Shen Zhenyi's strength was far beyond his understanding. He seemed to be confident in many things from the beginning.

How is this possible?

Shen Baihe didn't have a deep understanding of his younger brother. He was a genius in the way of the sword and had been practicing swordsmanship in the villa since he was a child. He almost never went out, except for the few times he went out to fight …

Then, how did he know the outside world, and even the World of Eight Cultivators, like the back of his hand?

After thinking about this, Shen Baihe's back was drenched in cold sweat.

He had almost decided to give up on going against his younger brother and spend the rest of his life in the Black Prison — until the voice in his heart sounded.

The World of Seven Wounds wasn't a place dominated by humans.

Shen Baihe suddenly pulled himself together.

Therefore, no matter what, he had to go to his younger brother's side and take a look.

After leaving the Black Prison, crossing the wilderness, and passing through King City, Shen Baihe saw countless things that he had never seen before.

However, when he arrived at the Abandoned Sword Villa and saw Shen Zhenyi again …

… Shen Zhenyi was still calm.

This kind of calmness was the same as when he saw Third Brother in the back mountain of the Abandoned Sword Villa in the Nine Serenities.

… Everything was under control.

But … how did he do it?

How could a genius swordsman from the Nine Serenities come to a place two levels higher than his own world and still be able to handle it with ease?

Is he really my brother?

Sometimes, Shen Baihe would also have such doubts.

"I am Shen Zhenyi of the Abandoned Sword Villa."

Shen Zhenyi replied indifferently. He didn't need to explain anything.

"That's good."

Shen Baihe slowly closed his eyes and felt the warmth of the sun on his eyelids.

That's good.

Since you are Shen Zhenyi of the Abandoned Sword Villa, you will always have your own limits. You can't always be so confident.

In the face of earth-shattering changes, in the face of the ruling power of the World of Seven Wounds, even you, the Third Young Master Shen, will not be able to withstand it!

Shen Baihe slowly pushed his wheelchair away.

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