Chapter 37

"Plum Blossom Sword Intent, it's the Xiao Family's Plum Blossom Sword Intent! Haha, he's a dead man!"

"Too strong, in just a moment, five plum blossoms have already enveloped the entire body, there's not a single flaw to be seen!"

"Who is this guy? He seems unfamiliar. He actually cultivated the Plum Blossom Sword Intent but kept it hidden, the Xiao Family is really deep..."

"He's called Xiao Qiyu, he came with Xiao Qiyun. He doesn't talk much, I remember him!"

Just as everyone was smiling, hoping to see Shen Lang injured by the Plum Blossom Sword Intent, Shen Lang smiled...

To be fair, Shen Lang's current true cultivation level is at the Ninth Heaven of the Force Martial Realm, and he hasn't yet broken through to the Qi Martial Realm.

In terms of divine sense, he far surpasses everyone here, but his physical strength is only slightly stronger than a Third Heaven Qi Martial Realm warrior like Shen Jianfeng, not much more.

As for the spiritual energy in his body, even though the Taiji Diagram is powerful, he hasn't truly cultivated it for many days, so it's impossible to compare with a Second or Third Heaven Qi Martial Realm warrior.

However, his speed compensates for many of these shortcomings, and the Thunder Control Divine Technique, a lightning-based cultivation method, has immense destructive power. Lightning is the most yang and powerful force in the world...

Furthermore, his decisive and ruthless style, where he viciously broke Tang Chaotian's legs and severely injured Xu Ping and several attendants, created a terrifying aura that intimidated everyone.

The reason he dared to face so many elite disciples from noble families with his current cultivation level, besides the fact that he has been hunting demon beasts in the Phoenix Mountain Range for many years, using blood and fire to temper himself, making his willpower far beyond that of ordinary people... is the transformation after the fusion of his soul with the War Emperor's soul.

With this memory, it's as if he has gained an additional cycle of life.

Now, Shen Lang can be considered the War Emperor himself!

Moreover, all the cultivation techniques and the understanding of the world's rules and the great Dao in those memories...

Although he hasn't fully absorbed them, everything has made him face these not-so-weak noble family disciples as if they were scarecrows, without even changing his breathing rhythm.

At this moment, facing Xiao Qiyu, who used the famous Plum Blossom Sword Intent of the Xiao Family, Shen Lang was actually amused.

Xiao Qiyu's talent is quite good; to cultivate the Plum Blossom Sword Intent at his age, he can definitely rank in the top five among these noble family disciples.

Unfortunately, he met me.

How powerful can the sword techniques of a small family like the Xiao Family be?

Even if they are somewhat famous in Tianfeng City, they are still just ordinary-level cultivation techniques. However, the cultivation techniques Shen Lang has practiced in his memories include even "Emperor-level" ones. Using an ordinary-level technique like this in front of him is like a three-year-old child waving a straw in front of him.

Not only is it childish, but it's also laughable!

Shen Lang didn't even turn his body, and with his right hand, he tapped the air five times with a chopstick at an incredible speed!

"Swish, swish, swish..." The five plum blossoms formed by the sword intent, which are said to be able to tear apart a warrior's body, burst like soap bubbles in front of him!

"..." Everyone was stunned.

The Xiao Family's Plum Blossom Sword Intent is well-known in Tianfeng City. If it's not cultivated, that's one thing, but once it is, it can definitely shine and rank among the top few in the elite disciples of various noble families.

Even those who can break the Plum Blossom Sword Intent among the top few would find it difficult to do so easily.

But Shen Lang didn't even turn his body and broke the Plum Blossom Sword Intent with a chopstick?

Could it be that Xiao Qiyu's Plum Blossom Sword Intent wasn't cultivated successfully? Just a show?

Everyone thought this, and their faces finally relaxed a bit.

But just as they were relieved, they heard a thud, and Xiao Qiyun, drenched in sweat, collapsed on the ground, muttering, "He actually broke the Plum Blossom Sword Intent with a chopstick... He actually broke the Plum Blossom Sword Intent with a chopstick... Could it be that our Xiao Family's Plum Blossom Sword Intent is so weak?"

The hearts of the people who had just relaxed sank again!

"It's the real Plum Blossom Sword Intent! Xiao Qiyu really cultivated the Plum Blossom Sword Intent, and then Shen Lang broke it with a chopstick..."

At this moment, Shen Lang turned his chair and faced Xiao Qiyu.

Xiao Qiyu had a cold expression, but his eyes showed a kind of madness, as if he had discovered a new continent.

This expression made Shen Lang pause for a moment.

"Looks like a martial arts fanatic..." Shen Lang shook his head slightly and said calmly, "As a swordsman, to do such a sneak attack from behind, I think it's very despicable... Although I often do it too. But what kind of crap Plum Blossom Sword Intent is this? Is this how you use the Plum Blossom Sword Intent?"

As he spoke, he extended the chopstick in his hand and drew several very graceful trajectories in the air...

His movements looked very slow, but they were also very fast, creating a very strange feeling.

When this move reached Xiao Qiyu's eyes, his eyes widened, and the madness in his eyes intensified even more!

"Snow and wind rage more fiercely, the plum blossoms' spirit is the strongest. When the time passes, they will naturally wither, ashamed to beg for mercy from the East King."

As Shen Lang drew, he recited the poem, speaking very quickly. At the moment he said the last word "mercy," five faint plum blossoms suddenly appeared in the air, then flashed and overlapped into one, bursting with a terrifying sword intent, and struck Xiao Qiyu's chest with a "whoosh."

"Spurt!" Xiao Qiyu, who had been watching this without blinking, spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, smashing through many tables and chairs, and fainted.

"Have you all had enough?" Shen Lang turned his head slightly and said slowly.

"Thud, thud!"

Without any hesitation, many people immediately drank the wine in front of them, then began to vomit.

Shen Lang stood up very satisfied and looked at the only person who hadn't drunk the wine, Shen Fengyun!

Seeing his fierce gaze, Shen Fengyun's whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Although he was forced to drink a cup of blood wine, for some reason, he felt that if he didn't drink it, he might be dismembered immediately!

In fact, the two people on the ground, although struck by lightning, were not in danger of losing their lives. Xiao Qiyu, who was hit by the Plum Blossom Sword Intent, was clearly not killed directly.

But Shen Fengyun's feeling was different. Shen Lang's gaze clearly had no warning, but he inexplicably had this feeling.

Just as Shen Fengyun finally couldn't control himself and was about to reach for the wine glass, Shen Lang turned away.

In just a moment, Shen Fengyun was drenched in cold sweat, his back completely soaked!

It felt like everything that just happened was an illusion...

Shen Lang glanced at everyone in the room, slowly walked to the stairs, and said softly, "I am a very reasonable person. If you don't provoke me, nothing will happen. If you do, I will make you live in regret forever. If you want to provoke me in the future, first consider whether you have the ability."

He chuckled without turning his head and added, "Genius, genius? Heh heh, a bunch of fools also dare to call themselves geniuses, there are really too many geniuses in this world..."

With one sentence, he insulted everyone on the upper floor, but these people, hearing this, couldn't muster any anger.

All they felt was fear, shock, and disbelief...

Tang Chaotian and the guard on the ground were either in pain or had fainted from blood loss, but the second floor finally calmed down.

However, soon, everyone's attention was drawn again.

Shen Lang, who had just reached the stairs, was stopped by a cold-faced woman.

"Are you Shen Lang? My father wants to see you, please follow me to the private room on the third floor." The woman's voice was cold, but her words left no room for refusal.

Shen Lang raised an eyebrow and said, "Who is your father?"

"What did you say!" The woman's face changed, and a powerful killing aura spread, scaring everyone on the second floor.

"A Sixth Heaven Qi Martial Realm expert! Oh my god..." Shen Fengyun exclaimed and hid under the table.

The young woman who had blocked Shen Lang suddenly released a powerful aura, and the intense killing intent swept the entire room, finally revealing her cultivation level.

A Sixth Heaven Qi Martial Realm expert!

Everyone was shocked.

If an expert of this level fought with Shen Lang, the tavern would probably be demolished!

Shen Lang's expression remained unchanged, still calmly looking at the woman. One side was like a volcano about to erupt, the other side was like a calm well, forming a stark contrast.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded from the third floor: "Shen Lang, it's me, this old man. Come up and chat. Fengheng, you should change your temper, do you want to demolish this tavern? Do you want your old man to have no place to drink in the future?"

"Si Ma Yan?" Shen Lang immediately smiled bitterly. He recognized this voice; it was the old man who witnessed his battle with Xu Jianfeng that day.

He didn't expect to meet Si Ma Yan, the Dean of the Alchemy Department at Tayan Academy, here, and almost come to blows with his daughter.

But it wasn't his fault; he had never met Si Ma Yan, and he had never even heard of Si Ma Fengheng.

"Stop looking, you won't see anything. Lead the way." Shen Lang rolled his eyes and said irritably.

Si Ma Fengheng was quite pretty, but she always had a cold face, as if everyone owed her ten thousand spirit stones.

Your father is calling you, and you're still staring at me. Are you missing a brain?

You're not young, probably around twenty-three or twenty-four, and still so immature. It's really hopeless.

Indeed, the saying "big chest, no brain" has some truth to it.

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