Chapter 15

Wang Meng was in a daze; this feeling was both familiar and strange, gradually turning into a faint smile as he savored the deep friendship. This was true life, this was true cultivation!

"Alright, your snot is dripping onto my clothes," Wang Meng said with a laugh.

Zhang Xiaopang pulled open Wang Meng's clothes, and the wound was just a small dot. "Brother Meng, are you really fine? Could it be a last burst of energy before death?" he said, his chubby face crumpling up, ready to burst into tears again.

Bang...

Wang Meng threw a nut at him, "You're the one with a last burst of energy. I'm the one who survived a great calamity and will surely have good fortune to come!"

Wang Meng truly felt this way; he had really survived a great calamity!

Looking at the pile of dead spider demons, Zhang Xiaopang couldn't help but kick them a few times. The spider demon's corpse moved, immediately scaring Zhang Xiaopang far away, which made Wang Meng almost burst out laughing.

This feeling was truly beautiful. What did it matter if one was holy or evil?

As a disciple of the Holy Hall, even the will of heaven could not stop him.

He would be the first person in history to cultivate both holy and evil paths. From now on, his fate would be in his own hands, not determined by heaven!

"Brother Meng, let's go quickly. This guy might have encountered a natural enemy. We shouldn't stay here long!"

The revitalized Zhang Xiaopang was radiant, and Wang Meng was quite impressed. There weren't many people with such a big nerve.

Then Zhang Xiaopang took the lead with his invincible intuition, while Wang Meng didn't mind, happy to wander around casually.

The Thunder Pool?

He had never heard of it. It made sense; so much had changed over the years.

Suddenly, he thought, he was still young, so why should he act so old?

"Brother Meng, hurry up. Do you want me to carry you?"

"Coming, coming!"

Wang Meng followed Zhang Xiaopang at a leisurely pace, and the two of them ran off in the wrong direction with great strides.

Men's intuition was always inaccurate.

After wandering around for two days, Zhang Xiaopang felt a bit embarrassed, "Brother Meng, why don't you try leading the way? I might never find the way out if I keep leading."

Wang Meng smiled faintly. After walking for a few days, Zhang Xiaopang was exhausted, but for Wang Meng, each day was a new experience and a new insight. The divine nature of the evil cultivator had transcended the laws, shedding its power and leaving only the essence. Although he had to start cultivating his power from scratch, he had shed the obsession that could easily lead an evil cultivator astray, which had trapped Mo Shan in the end.

Now, Wang Meng was free from any constraints. No one could bind him. He had all the time in the world, and the way of heaven was within his grasp.

"Alright, let's change direction. Let's go where the sun rises."

Wang Meng pointed to the left. Zhang Xiaopang looked up at the dense trees. The sun rises?

It didn't matter which direction, as he couldn't tell anyway. The two of them hadn't walked far when a loud shout suddenly came from not far away.

"Li Tianyi, stop!"

A flash of light appeared five zhang away from the young man. The young man had a sword slung diagonally at his waist, without a scabbard, looking rather laid-back.

He stopped, shaking his head helplessly, "Liang Yuan, are you annoying? I just got scolded by my master and was told not to fight. If you want to challenge me, go talk to my master first."

Liang Yuan, on the other hand, was serious and carried a long sword on his back. He looked to be around twenty, but shockingly, he already had two golden swords on his clothes, which was simply unbelievable!

Zhang Xiaopang's eyes nearly popped out. Good grief, how could such a monstrous talent exist.

The other young man, Li Tianyi, was even younger, but he also had a golden sword on his clothes. What was even more shocking was what came next.

"Don't worry, we'll just stop at a point. Li Tianyi, you have a natural life mark at the tenth level. After three years of cultivation, you entered the fifteenth level of life marks. At seventeen, you cultivated the Nine Heavens Fire Sword, which Li Family members below the twentieth level of life marks cannot touch. You are hailed as the most outstanding genius in the Holy Hall in a hundred years," Liang Yuan said with a hint of mockery, "Your courage can't be this limited, can it?"

Liang Yuan said coldly. As one of the Nine Heroes of the Holy Hall, he had been the focus of praise from the elders. But since Li Tianyi appeared, all the praise had become his exclusive domain. The most critical point was that this guy acted laid-back all the time, as if cultivation was just a hobby.

Li Tianyi shrugged helplessly, "Senior Brother Liang, the old men just like to exaggerate. Senior Brother Liang entered the eighteenth level of life marks at twenty, setting a record in all the branches. How can I be your match? Besides, your Water Sword Technique is my weakness."

"Enough talk. Since you beat my junior brother, I, as the senior brother of the Immortal Source Hall, have to reclaim the honor. You won't leave today unless we fight... or you admit defeat directly!"

Liang Yuan said proudly, drawing his sword. Instantly, a surge of yuan power burst forth, and the sword light radiated in all directions, demonstrating the power of the eighteenth level of life marks.

Wang Meng smiled in understanding. Entering the fifteenth level of life marks at seventeen was quite impressive. More importantly, this young man's spiritual nature far surpassed Liang Yuan's. Zhang Xiaopang was so shocked he couldn't speak.

Li Tianyi shrugged helplessly, "Senior Brother Liang, your junior brother wouldn't let me go to the bathroom. Actually, I hate trouble the most. But since you're giving me face, it's your own fault if you seek trouble. However, we need to agree on something first. If you lose, your Immortal Source Hall people should leave me alone in the future."

"Hmph, if I lose, all Immortal Source Hall disciples will avoid you. Draw your sword."

Liang Yuan said solemnly, this guy was too arrogant.

"Senior Brother Liang, please, please." Li Tianyi still looked casual, not taking his opponent seriously at all.

Zhang Xiaopang hadn't expected to witness a battle between experts. As a standard cultivation novice and a fan of strong cultivators, he was filled with admiration and a bit of nervousness.

The Nine Heavens Fire Sword was well-known, a unique technique of the Li Family of the Holy Hall, which could only be cultivated at the twentieth level of life marks. Controlling life marks was extremely complex, and a slight mistake could lead to a mental breakdown. Yet, Li Tianyi had cultivated it at the fifteenth level and succeeded. People could be so envious.

Although his opponent was several levels weaker, Liang Yuan didn't dare to be careless. He recited the sword mantra, and his sword glowed with waves of yuan power. With his superior yuan power and the advantage of water over fire, he was confident of winning as long as he played it safe.

Suddenly, silver chains of sword qi bombarded Li Tianyi. Liang Yuan had already understood his opponent's strength from his junior brother, so he used his full strength from the start to catch him off guard!

The strongest move of the Water Sword Technique—Endless Sea!

With the overwhelming yuan power of the eighteenth level of life marks, he instantly released eighteen streams of sword qi, pushing his yuan power to the limit. Even the most critical master would nod in approval.

As one of the Nine Heroes of the Holy Hall, Liang Yuan wasn't just a name.

Li Tianyi still had that half-dead, half-alive look, swaying through the sword qi as if it were just a game. But such a dense and terrifying attack was easily dodged one by one.