Chapter 31

Below the high platform, Shangguan Xiu’s lips curled into a sinister smile. He did not care about Meng Hao’s life or death; he only cared about a certain magical treasure in Meng Hao’s storage bag.

He had even gone to find Zhou and Yin after Meng Hao registered for the Inner Sect trial, to learn in detail about the so-called demonic technique Meng Hao used to provoke the beasts in the Black Mountain battle.

In Shangguan Xiu’s view, that was not a demonic technique, but a supreme treasure.

Meng Hao’s eyes narrowed slightly. As the two-colored mist soul roared over, Meng Hao suddenly raised his left hand and thrust it forward. Instantly, an invisible wind blade appeared, hurtling toward the two-colored mist soul at an incredible speed.

At the same time, Meng Hao took out several demon cores and quickly swallowed them. Then, he patted his storage bag and waved his sleeve. In that instant, beams of sword light shot out from multiple storage bags, totaling twenty swords. The sheer number was overwhelming, and the momentum was astonishing as they all rushed toward the two-colored mist soul.

Many of these flying swords looked worn and had mixed colors.

This scene immediately shocked all the surrounding cultivators. Before their discussions could spread, the wind blade had already collided with the two-colored mist soul. A loud boom echoed, and the two-colored mist soul trembled. At that moment, the overwhelming flying swords arrived, and screams immediately rang out. Despite the two-colored mist soul’s extraordinary nature, Meng Hao’s flying swords were too numerous.

These flying swords passed through, tearing the two-colored mist soul to pieces, and even pierced through to hit the colorful banner. A loud explosion echoed, and the banner shattered instantly. Most of the twenty flying swords were consumed, but the remaining ones transformed into sword beams. Under Han Zong’s stunned gaze, Meng Hao patted his storage bag, took out demon cores, and swallowed them. Then, more than ten flying swords flew out from his storage bag, heading straight for the target.

Han Zong never expected Meng Hao to have so many flying swords. Shocked, he immediately retreated, raised his right hand, and waved it. Instantly, an additional layer of light barrier appeared in front of him, making a total of two layers. However, Han Zong was still uneasy. He felt his hair stand on end and his scalp tingle, sensing a strong sense of mortal danger. As he raised his right hand, a jade pendant appeared in front of him, adding another layer of light barrier. With three layers of light barriers, Han Zong finally felt reassured.

At that moment, the rain of swords approached, and countless sword lights hit the first layer of light barrier, causing continuous bangs. The light barrier shattered instantly, as if it were fragile and unable to withstand the impact. Then, the second layer of light barrier also shattered, unable to stop the rain of swords at all.

"How can there be so many flying swords!" Han Zong’s eyes narrowed, his expression filled with fear, and he was about to retreat.

In the blink of an eye, the third layer of light barrier collapsed, and the jade pendant shattered under the continuous impact of the swords. The rain of swords flashed, and in Han Zong’s piercing scream, they all pierced into his body, densely covering him. With Han Zong’s body of disbelief, he flew up and landed on the high platform with a thud, twitching a few times before dying. His body looked like a hedgehog, causing the surrounding crowd to gasp in shock.

"This... This... How can there be so many flying swords!"

"Truly worthy of being a miscellaneous goods shop owner. These flying swords are numerous. A few days ago, I saw this person take out more than ten to sell. In recent months, he has not been mainly selling medicinal pills but has been buying and selling magical treasures."

"I think Meng Hao must have had a great encounter. Otherwise, his cultivation could not have improved so quickly. He must have obtained many treasures during that great encounter." The discussions erupted, and everyone was talking. Shangguan Xiu frowned, his face dark.

Meng Hao stood on the high platform, his face slightly pale. He still had some spiritual energy left in his body. The previous attack, especially the final twenty flying swords, had rapidly depleted his spiritual energy, even though he was a Sixth Stage Condensation Qi cultivator. Fortunately, he continuously swallowed demon cores to replenish his energy, making his attacks more powerful. This was the combat style Meng Hao had summarized and frequently practiced, becoming proficient in it.

Meng Hao waved his right hand, and the flying swords on Han Zong’s body immediately flew up, covered in blood, and returned to Meng Hao’s side, circling him before being stored back in his storage bag.

Stepping down from the high platform, Meng Hao immediately sat cross-legged next to the little fatty, swallowing pills to replenish his energy. The demon cores melted rapidly in his mouth. At this moment, he did not care about swallowing pills in front of everyone, as the Black Mountain battle gave him a sufficient reason to have obtained many demon cores.

Moreover, Meng Hao was extremely determined for the next battle. The humiliation he suffered from Wang Tengfei’s four fingers, he intended to reclaim with interest today. He had been waiting for this day for a long time!

Elder Ouyang looked at Meng Hao with evident admiration. From the moment Meng Hao entered the Outer Sect, he had always admired him. As he watched Meng Hao grow, his expression showed satisfaction.

He did not care if Meng Hao had any great encounters. As a cultivator, having opportunities was a matter of fate, especially when the person who obtained them was someone he admired. Elder Ouyang’s smile became even more gentle, but he also felt regret and concern.

"The Inner Sect trial, where the lives of participants are not guaranteed, Wang Tengfei’s talent is rare, and his cultivation is remarkable even at a young age. He will surely achieve Foundation Establishment in the future, which is rare even in the sect’s most prosperous times. Meng Hao is not a match for him..." Elder Ouyang sighed.

At this moment, Shangguan Xiu’s expression was extremely dark, and his eyes narrowed.

He never expected Meng Hao to be able to defeat Han Zong, especially since he had given Han Zong many treasures and even lent him a colorful banner to summon the mist soul. He thought it would be easy to kill Meng Hao.

But Meng Hao’s dozens of flying swords, which he waved, directly destroyed everything. Thinking of Meng Hao’s dozens of flying swords, even Shangguan Xiu was shocked. Although they were low-grade and easily breakable, even scrap iron in large numbers could be astonishing.

At the same time, on the Eastern Peak of Mount Rely, there was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a green robe, standing there with a strange light in his eyes, looking down at the Outer Sect square. His gaze focused on Meng Hao.

"This young man... I overlooked him before. His talent is average, but he clearly has great fortune." This middle-aged man was the current Core Formation expert of Mount Rely, Sect Master Heluohua.

"If it weren’t for Wang Tengfei, this young man would definitely be in the Inner Sect. But with Wang Tengfei, this young man... it’s difficult." Heluohua looked at Meng Hao with a gentle gaze. As a Core Formation cultivator and the Sect Master of Mount Rely, he did not care about the fortune and destiny of a Condensation Qi disciple. He had the breadth of mind to appreciate such things.

The more fortunate the disciples, the more pleased he was. However, even Heluohua did not think Meng Hao had a chance to win against Wang Tengfei.

"Unfortunately, the Jade Slaying only produced three portions... Wang Tengfei’s spot was already determined. Otherwise..." Heluohua shook his head, pondering whether to intervene if Meng Hao were to die, but after a while, he sighed.

Time slowly passed. Elder Ouyang admired Meng Hao and noticed that his spiritual energy was gradually recovering, so he did not speak to start the next battle. This obvious favoritism made the surrounding crowd hesitant to comment.

As for Wang Tengfei, he did not care about anyone else. Although he was surprised by Meng Hao’s rapid cultivation improvement, he did not think much about it, remembering Elder Ouyang’s interference that day. He did not associate Meng Hao with the person who stole his treasure, as he was certain that the dim light point was the culprit.

Thinking of this, Wang Tengfei’s heart ached again, almost to the point of tears. The inheritance was no longer his, and he could no longer feel any connection to it, as if he had become an outsider. Even if the person who obtained the inheritance stood in front of him, he would not be able to detect it.

"The inheritance no longer belongs to me, that supreme treasure..." Wang Tengfei clenched his fists in the dark. He had only seen the sword a few times from a distance and read a brief description in an ancient text, not even knowing its function. But the ancient text clearly stated that this sword was unique in the world, capable of destroying anything with the power of heaven and earth.

He had planned to study it in detail after obtaining it, but now... it had become a vain hope.

Wang Tengfei closed his eyes and took a deep breath, appearing calm and peaceful to outsiders, as if he did not care about anything around him.

"I am Wang Tengfei. Even though the inheritance of the supreme treasure has been taken, the Inner Sect of Mount Rely still belongs to me. That is my second plan. Even without the inheritance, I still intend to come to this detestable Mount Rely, all for my second great opportunity!"

"One failure is nothing. I am Wang Tengfei!" Wang Tengfei silently said to himself, gradually becoming calm both externally and internally, as if he had overcome the blow of failure.

He was proud because he was Wang Tengfei, the perfect embodiment of a heavenly genius, the favored child of heaven and earth.

He was calm because the Inner Sect trial was opened for him, and the trial was just a formality to comply with the sect’s rules. From the moment he entered Mount Rely, he was already different. Though he appeared to be an Outer Sect disciple, he was already an Inner Sect disciple in reality.

He was peaceful because he did not even take Mount Rely seriously. In his view, this small sect could be destroyed by any random person from his family, leaving no trace. If not for his own insistence, he would not have come to this remote Zhao Kingdom. He should have been in a powerful family in the Southern Domain, commanding the winds and clouds.

So he was proud, calm, and peaceful, letting time pass and allowing the person he had seemingly forgotten to recover his cultivation.

After a while, Meng Hao’s eyes suddenly opened, a sharp light appearing in them, and a burning fighting spirit within. Killing the Fifth Stage Condensation Qi man and Han Zong, this was the day Meng Hao killed the most people. But at this moment, he was more eager to step on Wang Tengfei and return the humiliation he had suffered.

In silence, Meng Hao slowly stood up.