Chapter 10

"Uvi of the Fierce Sword?"

Zong Shou pondered for a moment and then shook his head. He had no recollection of this name.

However, just by looking, the person before him was indeed quite formidable.

His skin faintly shimmered with a metallic copper hue, clearly as hard as steel. His skills had been honed to the point of affecting his skin, almost reaching the peak of internal cultivation.

He had opened at least seven of the nine body meridians. His aura was as sharp as a blade, embodying the true essence of swordsmanship. Such a person, even a hundred years later, would have a place in the Cloud Realm. He was on the same level as Yin Yang, who was by his side.

"Has the young master not heard of him?"

After the initial shock, Chuxue's expression returned to normal. Her tone was calm and steady, without any fluctuation: "This person is Master Zong Yu, who trained under the same master as you. Two years ago, to escape pursuit, he single-handedly killed five Wu Masters in Defeng City within half a day and then left. It is said that the entire western part of the Donglin Cloud Realm was shaken. It is rumored that hundreds of martial artists have died at his hands—"

Zong Shou nodded slightly. He had heard of Defeng City, a major human city near the Ice Sea. It was powerful, not inferior to some small countries. It had gathered countless strong figures and possessed many exquisite martial arts traditions.

In the Cloud Realm, three meridians were considered one level. The twenty-seven meridians of Heaven, Earth, and Body were divided into Warrior, Wu Master, Secret Wu Master, Innate Wu Master, Wu Zong, Xuan Wu Zong, Tianwei Wu Zong, Wu Zun, and Ling Wu Zun. Each level was further divided into three sub-levels. Above them was the elusive Immortal Wu realm!

In the future Cloud Realm, those who could open their body meridians and break through the peak of internal cultivation were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Even in the Divine Emperor game, after the spiritual energy outbreak, most players remained at the Innate Wu Master and Zong level.

A Secret Wu Master, in any era, could be a pillar of a force!

This Uvi of the Fierce Sword, who could single-handedly kill five martial artists of the same level, must possess a secret martial technique.

Moreover, he was familiar with Duyang Mountain. It was quite famous and caused turmoil in the early stages of the Divine Emperor era.

However, what concerned him more was the girl by his side. Her expression clearly showed a resolve to fight to the death.

Seemingly worried that he might be afraid, Chuxue suddenly hugged him, murmuring, "Young master, there's no need to be afraid! Lord has already anticipated this and had Xue take that thing out. The young master will be fine—"

Zong Shou was caught off guard and was enveloped in a full embrace, his nose filled with the girl's scent. The next sensation was how soft and comfortable it was, almost unbelievable. Could this Xue really be only thirteen years old?

Subconsciously wanting to break free, he had a mischievous thought. He rubbed his head against Chuxue's chest, muffled, and said, "I'm not afraid, but I'm worried about Xue. Hmm, so soft, so fragrant! I really want to take a bite—"

"Young master!"

Chuxue, who had just shown a look of gratitude, immediately stiffened, her face turning red as she jumped back.

Zong Shou felt no shame, thinking that this girl was still afraid of physical intimacy. He chuckled and then looked out the window, meeting Zong Yu's gaze on the hilltop.

He saw that Zong Yu's eyes were full of derision, as if looking at a dead man. Then his view was completely blocked by the edge of the window.

Zong Shou sneered coldly and continued to spin the willow-leaf talisman knife between his right fingers. It was faster than before, his wrist steady like a clamp, adding more force. However, his aura became even more calm, almost imperceptible.

Chuxue was slightly startled and momentarily forgot the awkwardness, turning to look at Zong Shou carefully.

Although there was no apparent change, for some reason, at this moment, Zong Shou gave her an incredibly dangerous feeling.

It was as if the person sitting next to her was not the young master who had practiced martial arts for ten years but achieved nothing and was called a waste, but an ancient fierce beast ready to devour someone.

On the small hill less than sixty zhang high, Zong Yu was also watching the Fanyun carriage, which was rapidly moving away two hundred fifty zhang away, with a sinister expression.

After a long time, he sneered, "Just as I expected, hey! These few people will definitely not be willing to stay in Guling Market. Master Uvi, now that you have seen the people, do you have confidence?"

"That little girl is not a concern; the three of you can handle her. But this Yin Yang—"

Recalling the person sitting at the front of the carriage, who was controlling sixteen Tayan horses with one hand, Uvi's eyes gradually showed a serious expression, and he subconsciously gripped the hilt of his sword. His emaciated large hand burst with several blue veins.

"This person's martial arts are not ordinary! He is not like a common martial artist, and Uvi is not his match. How can a human serve your Qiantian Mountain?"

Zong Yu frowned slightly, "I don't know his background, but I know he was originally a disciple of a major sect. Because my uncle did him a great favor, he left his sect and came to Qiantian Mountain as a stable hand. His skills are quite remarkable. Master, do you really have no way to deal with him? Actually, just holding him back for a moment would be enough—"

"I only said I am not his match, not that I cannot do anything. In three days, Master Li will also come from Longze Plain."

Speaking succinctly, Uvi's face showed curiosity, "What do you plan to do with that prince? He is your cousin, do you really intend to kill him on the spot?"

"I'm not that stupid!"

Laughing coldly, Zong Yu put his mind at ease, "My uncle has been operating for thirty years, and there are many loyal people among the tribes under his command. Even if they do not want that waste to become the Demon King, they would not bear to see my uncle's only descendant die at the hands of others. My brothers are all ambitious. They probably hope I will cut Zong Shou down and take the blame! I just wanted to scare him. The principle of controlling the emperor to command the vassals, I still understand."

Uvi, upon hearing this, directly shook his head, "Master instructed me to fully assist you. Even if you kill this person, it is not a problem. If your brothers obstruct you, just kill them all. Even if you slaughter all of Qiantian Mountain, so what—"

Zong Yu was at a loss, "Qiantian Mountain is not a small Defeng City. Even if my uncle is not here, Master still needs to be cautious. Forget it, Master won't understand. As for my cousin, although I won't kill him this time, I won't let him off easily. A trash who can't cultivate any internal energy, how can he become the prince? How can a mixed-blood bastard succeed as the Demon King and rule over the million demon races of Qiantian Mountain?"

As he spoke, Zong Yu seemed to recall something. A scar-like ugly blood mark appeared on the right side of his face, and his eyes showed deep hatred.

"If this child falls into my hands, I will make him wish he were dead!"

Uvi remained silent. He did not know and did not want to ask about the relationship and hatred between his junior and the prince.

He came to the Longze Plain only to kill!

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To reach Danling Mountain of Lingyun Sect, they needed to cross the Longze Plain and reach the eastern side of the Cloud Continent, which would take about half a month.

Unexpectedly, the carriage galloped on the wilderness for five days, all the way to the edge of the marshland, without any trouble. The expected attack never came. Only the oppressive atmosphere before a storm grew increasingly intense.

Chuxue was even more vigilant, standing on the roof of the carriage, suspicious and wary. Zong Shou, however, remained calm, practicing inside the carriage. Even when the carriage occasionally stopped, he did not come out.

He had tested all three hundred willow-leaf talisman knives, but only kept five, which he carried in his sleeve, close to his body.

With his current cultivation, he could no longer advance further to nourish the blade with his spirit. However, wearing them daily could enhance his spiritual perception, which was quite effective.

The other flying knives were used for continued practice. Without using internal energy, he repeatedly shot them out.

Unlike the ironwood flying knives, they had different weights and thicknesses. Even a small error could cause a deviation. Out of the three hundred knives, most were for his body to adapt and control.

For a true killing blow, these five knives were enough!