Several decades ago, a young man appeared in Tianliang County. His name was Wang Po.
From the day he appeared, the era of blooming wildflowers in the cultivation world had officially arrived.
He was a genius in cultivation and also a genius in battle. Whether it was cultivation talent or battle ability, he would forever be the strongest amongst the cultivators of his generation. After Zhou Dufu, he was the only one who had surpassed the cultivation of his generation, undoubtedly the strongest expert. From the Proclamation of Azure Sky to the Proclamation of Golden Distinction, and then to the Proclamation of Liberation, he was first place in all of them. He was even more glorious than Qiushan Jun and Xu Yourong. Whether it was the Snow-treading Xun Mei who had obtained first place on the first banner in the Grand Examination or Liang Wangsun who had burst forth with the inheritance of a noble clan after a thousand years of accumulation, none of them could even catch a glimpse of his back. Because of him, Xun Mei had bitterly cultivated in the Mausoleum of Books for more than thirty years, unable to leave. In order to surpass him, Painted Armor Xiao Zhang, famed for his arrogance and madness, had even suffered qi deviation and almost become a cripple.
He had already cultivated to the peak of Star Condensation, only below the Five Saints and the Storms of the Eight Directions. Other than a peerless expert like Su Li who traveled the four seas, or a legend of the previous generation like Divine General Han Qing, no one was stronger than him. And it could not be forgotten that he had only formally begun cultivating a few decades ago. The human world looked favorably upon him as someone who could enter the Saint realm and become the next Saint, or perhaps replace one of the Storms of the Eight Directions. It was even highly possible that he could go even further and enter the legendary Concealed Divinity Realm!
The street was deathly still.
The crowd looked at the blue-clothed middle-aged man in the ruins of the inn, not daring to make a sound. On one end of the street, Liang Hongzhuang had an abnormally complex expression. As he thought of the events of many years ago, his charming and unmanly face flushed with an unhealthy red, his mind clearly agitated. On the other end of the street, Divine General Xue He looked at the blade in Chen Changsheng's hand and thought of the words Su Li had said to him a few days ago. His heart was filled with an indescribable sense of defeat.
At the time, Xue He had asked Su Li why the people of the world believed that he could not catch up to Wang Po. Su Li had told him that whether it was the blade or the person, he was too far away from Wang Po. When he asked for the reason, Su Li said it was because he wanted to use seven blades while Wang Po only used one. This answer seemed to make him understand something, but it was only when he saw the blade in Wang Po's hand send Xiao Zhang flying twice and cause the walls of Xunyang City to collapse that he realized that Su Li's answer had been perfunctory.
That he was inferior to Wang Po had nothing to do with how many sabers he used. Even if Wang Po was willing to use three hundred and sixty-five sabers and change a saber every day, he would still be inferior to Wang Po. The difference in cultivation level between him and Wang Po was too great. This had nothing to do with willpower and willpower, it was only related to talent. This kind of understanding made one feel despair and sorrow.
Wang Po's appearance had dealt an enormous mental blow to Liang Hongzhuang and Xue He, who were preparing to leave. It had also placed an enormous pressure on all of Xunyang City, especially on those people within the city that wanted to kill Su Li, so much so that the city was deathly still. Only Chen Chang Sheng, amidst his shock, felt an infinite warmth.
Yes, not ecstasy, but warmth.
Ecstasy was oftentimes a pleasant surprise that came from the unexpected. Warmth, more peaceful, more profound, more lasting. It was a kind of gratification when one's thoughts and wishes perfectly coincided with reality — he did not know why Wang Po had appeared in Xunyang City, but he thanked Wang Po for his appearance. For Su Li, for himself, for those naive and childish thoughts, he thanked Wang Po for his appearance.
Just at this moment, Wang Po's body slightly swayed and then he began to cough.
He coughed up blood, and each mouthful of blood contained spirit and vigor.
Everyone could see that with each cough, he became a little more exhausted and haggard. Even if he was Wang Po, when confronting opponents on the level of Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, especially when fighting one against two, it was still difficult to say that he was certain of victory. In order to force them back with a single blade, he had used an extremely forceful method, so much so that he had received injuries that he should not have received.
A light breeze blew across the ruins of the inn. The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face flapped, but the bewilderment in his eyes did not disperse. Liang Wangsun's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, but at the same time, it was also filled with intense shock and confusion. In the battle, Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun had both cried out in alarm — they felt that Wang Po had gone mad.
They were both people on the Proclamation of Liberation and had often sparred with each other since they were young. In truth, they were very familiar with Wang Po. They knew Wang Po's personality, Wang Po's cultivation, Wang Po's camp, Wang Po's likes and dislikes, and Wang Po's style of doing things. They knew that although Wang Po was now half the master of Scholartree Manor, he had never considered himself a southerner. Moreover, Wang Po could not possibly have the slightest favorable impression of Mount Li. Crucially, Wang Po did not like Su Li — Su Li was too undisciplined, like a cloud, while Wang Po was too self-disciplined, like an account book that had been flipped through countless times. Why had he saved Su Li?
They were both peak Star Condensation experts, so they were well aware of Wang Po's cultivation. Wang Po was naturally ridiculously strong, but it was absolutely impossible for him to so casually defeat the two of them working together, even inflicting injuries that they could not recover from in a short period of time. The only possibility was that Wang Po had used his most forceful method, so much so that he had also been heavily injured.
Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun were currently heavily injured and had no strength to continue fighting. Wang Po seemed to still have strength to spare, but in reality, he had paid even more, even possibly affecting his future cultivation career. Why? Why had he been so forceful and resolute, not caring about the price? Why was he willing to pay such a large price for a southerner?
"Why did you save him?" The white paper was speckled with blood, like plum blossoms, making Xiao Zhang's eyes seem all the more bloodthirsty and fearful. He stared fixedly at Wang Po, feeling the true essence wreaking havoc in his meridians. His voice was hoarse, filled with anger and confusion.
Wang Po was somewhat tired, and the ends of his eyebrows drooped even more, making him seem even more wretched. Coupled with his blue clothes that had been washed so many times that they were faintly white, he really did look like an accountant in an ordinary inn. He asked Xiao Zhang in reply, "Why did you kill him?"
Xiao Zhang did not pretend to think. He confidently and confidently replied, even grandly and grandly, "Because I don't like him."
Wang Po was quiet for a while, then no longer paid any attention to this madman. He turned to Liang Wangsun.
Liang Wangsun's face was pale, and his eyes gradually turned from dim to bright. "I have a grudge with him."
This was a calm and powerful reason.
Wang Po replied, "Don't fight for a moment."
Liang Wangsun replied, "Seize every moment."
Wang Po replied, "Not righteousness."
Liang Wangsun replied, "Your righteousness is not my righteousness."
Wang Po replied, "Righteousness is great profit."
Liang Wangsun said no more.
Wang Po turned to Xiao Zhang, looked into the eyes behind the white paper, and said, "You don't like him, so you want to kill him. I don't like you, so you want to kill him, so I won't let you kill him."
Just like the question and answer between Su Li and Chen Changsheng, many things in the world were just this simple.
Wang Po of Tianliang was truly not simple.
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