Chapter 38

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Wujiao hadn't taken two steps when he suddenly felt his body become heavy and his steps slow. His heart sank, and he inwardly cried out in alarm!

He had been extremely cautious, ensuring there were no abnormalities before approaching the cave entrance. Who would have thought that his enemy would appear at this exact moment? If he succeeded, all his efforts over the past two months would be in vain.

He must not give in, or he would regret it for the rest of his life. Just a little further, and he would be under the protection of the stone pillar's spiritual power. I must charge...

Wujiao let out a low grunt, tensing his entire body. His feet hit the ground with a splash, and he gritted his teeth, forcing himself forward step by step. In the midst of his struggle, he glanced back.

Sure enough, Mushen, who had been missing for days, reappeared at the cave entrance, full of murderous intent. With a wave of his hand, a long sword shimmering with green light whistled toward him. The chilling aura and sharp attack were terrifying!

That doesn't seem to be a sword talisman, but a real flying sword!

Could that guy have specifically enhanced his cultivation to deal with me? His magical power isn't enough to control a flying sword. Such ruthless means, truly vicious!

Wujiao felt a great calamity approaching and rushed forward desperately. The sword arrived in an instant, right behind him. Terrified, he didn't think twice and swung his fist to strike!

This is a survival instinct! No matter who it is, when disaster strikes and there's no way to avoid it, they will make a final struggle. Some will cover their heads and wait for the disaster to come, while others will fight to the death!

Wujiao was the latter! And it was this last-ditch effort that often saved his life!

"Boom—"

His arm struck the flying sword, and half of his sleeve was instantly shredded by the sword's aura. The remaining force was overwhelming, like a mountain collapsing. He could no longer resist and was thrown forward. The flying sword's momentum paused, then veered and flew diagonally, striking the stone pillar with a "clang" and embedding itself in the cave wall with a "thud."

The sword's mournful cry echoed continuously.

Wujiao was flung far into the air, smashing into the cave wall and then splashing into the water, creating a large splash. He groaned in pain, struggling to sit up, his face and head drenched with water, looking extremely disheveled. His right arm, now exposed due to the missing sleeve, had a shallow cut with blood slowly seeping out, but it wasn't as bad as he had feared.

Oh, I thought I would lose my arm, but it's not that serious. It seems the flying sword is just for show and isn't that powerful after all!

Meanwhile, the others present had varied expressions.

Mushen, who had returned with the intention of success, was now stunned, staring in disbelief. He had been in seclusion for days, finally reaching the fifth level of Qi Cultivation. He thought the flying sword would ensure his victory. But the boy had actually blocked the flying sword with his arm and wasn't seriously injured. How could a mere mortal be so extraordinary? That was a magical tool bestowed by Daoist Xuan Yu...

Zong Bao was surprised by the appearance of the manager, and even more shocked by his immediate attack. However, Wujiao's actions were perhaps the most astonishing! He had actually fought a manager bare-handed and seemed to be holding his own...

Tian Xiaqing covered her mouth, equally astonished. Wujiao was just a spoiled rich kid, far from being a powerful cultivator. Yet, he had not only offended the manager but also engaged in combat. Even more shockingly, he had blocked the flying sword's fatal strike with his bare hands...

Luoshan was also stunned but nodded with excitement: "It seems Senior Brother Wu has already cultivated and has considerable magical power..."

Mushen turned and gave him a cold glance, snorting, "How could a mortal without a spiritual root cultivate?"

Luoshan quickly shut his mouth, not daring to speak.

Zong Bao and Tian Xiaqing also lowered their heads, their expressions wary and puzzled.

How could Wujiao, a mortal, be fearless against a flying sword? It was truly incomprehensible...

Mushen, perhaps having already experienced Wujiao's peculiarities, had recovered from his shock. He ignored the three Yujing disciples and cast several spells. The flying sword, embedded in the cave wall, only wobbled but wouldn't return. He leaped away from the cave entrance, rushing along the edge of the cave wall. He intended to retrieve the flying sword himself and take the opportunity to kill the boy!

Wujiao was still panting, feeling relieved but still alert. He suddenly saw Mushen circling toward him and immediately guessed his intention. He hurriedly got up, only to find his right arm aching terribly. He couldn't help but groan in pain but didn't dare to hesitate. He gritted his teeth and ran toward the stone pillar, then, with a flash of his eyes, changed direction and lunged for the flying sword embedded in the cave wall.

Inside the cave, two figures ran toward each other from opposite sides. One moved swiftly, flying like the wind; the other leaped and bounded, quick as a monkey. In a moment, they were close, one with a fierce expression and a loud shout, the other determined and reckless.

"Stop! That's my magical tool, and no one else can touch it!"

"Hmph, what's yours is mine..."

Wujiao, straightforward and slightly ahead, swung his arm and grabbed the flying sword from the cave wall.

Mushen, slightly behind, missed his grab but continued casting spells.

Wujiao, having obtained the sword, ran to the stone pillar, hiding under its spiritual protection. The flying sword in his hand glowed and twitched, almost slipping from his grasp.

Mushen landed, leaning against the cave wall, his hands still moving, angrily saying, "That's a magical tool given by my master, a treasure I have refined. How can you take it? Give it back..."

He pointed his hand, using his magical power to recall the flying sword.

Wujiao, holding the flying sword, felt like he was holding a wild beast, jumping and flashing with intense light, and being dragged in circles by its powerful force. But he refused to give up, gripping it tightly and shouting, "Mushen, listen up. Your treasure is mine, and your master's treasure is mine too. If you don't like it, come and take it. I can't handle you, but I can handle a flying sword, hah!"

Suddenly, he grew fierce, raising the flying sword and smashing it against the stone pillar. "Thud, thud" sounds echoed, as if he was determined to destroy the treasure.

The thick stone pillar was incredibly hard. The flying sword, striking it, sounded like metal hitting stone, with a deafening clanging and flashing light. The spiritual power of the stone pillar and the chaotic energy waves created a rain of water droplets, enveloping the entire cave in a mist.

Mushen, still trying to recall the flying sword, suddenly felt a connection in his mind break. He paused, his face turning pale, and then stumbled back.

"Thud—"

Another dull sound echoed in the cave. Zong Bao, Luoshan, and even Tian Xiaqing, all covered their ears, their faces ashen. It was the first time they had seen a mortal resist magical power so fiercely and dramatically. The piercing clanging was unbearable, shaking their souls.

Fortunately, everything slowly calmed down!

Mushen had returned to the cave entrance, his face grim, holding his chest to suppress the blood rising to his throat. The pain from the damaged mind connection was unbearable. That boy, a weak mortal without a spiritual root, was now not only strong and powerful but had accidentally removed the mind imprint on the magical tool, sheer luck!

Wujiao stood in front of the stone pillar, still gripping the sword hilt tightly, his expression wary. The sword had lost its glow and was now still. He felt relieved, couldn't help but gasp, and then remembered the pain in his right arm. He switched the sword to his left hand, slowly swinging his right arm, and nodded to himself.

After this ordeal, the pain in his right arm had greatly subsided, and the skin's cuts seemed to be healing.

Hmm, this flying sword is pretty good! The gem-encrusted hilt, the cold-shining blade, and the three-foot-long edge. It looks like an ordinary sword but is actually a treasure!

Wujiao praised, "Good sword!"

Mushen, still at the cave entrance, rubbed his chest, letting out a long breath, but still felt frustrated. He couldn't help but sneer, "You, a mere mortal, can recognize a treasure!" His eyes were full of resentment and helplessness, and he coldly added, "Do you even know what makes it a treasure...?"

Wujiao lifted his head, shaking his disheveled hair, and said seriously, "The only good thing about this sword is that it's long enough!"

Mushen's eyes twitched, his face turning even more pale. To judge a magical tool by its length was unheard of. The boy was either truly foolish or deliberately mocking him!

Zong Bao, Luoshan, and Tian Xiaqing didn't dare speak or leave, only watching silently, exchanging glances. They wondered how Wujiao, a mortal, had made it to Ling Mountain and offended the manager. But seeing his current state, he seemed completely at ease, even more relaxed than anyone else.

Wujiao wasn't pretending; he was genuinely sincere. After all, the magical tools of the immortal sects were usually only about a foot long, small and lacking in power. Coming from the secular world, he was used to long swords and broadswords. Besides, he didn't understand the subtleties of immortal magical tools!

Mushen finally couldn't bear it and said, "I'm giving you one last chance, return my magical tool!"

Wujiao ignored him, twirling the sword and striking a heroic pose, exclaiming, "A three-foot sword to travel the world, watch me settle the universe with one strike!"

Although he didn't know how to control the magical tool, he had grown up handling swords and could perform a few impressive moves, sure to draw cheers from the crowd. But with no one responding, and not being overly confident, he held the sword behind his back, pointed a sword gesture at Mushen, and challenged, "I won't give it back, what are you going to do about it!"

Everyone has a temper, and Wujiao was no exception. If Mushen had been sincere, he wouldn't have opposed him. But after several life-and-death encounters, he was already determined. If you want the treasure, I won't give it. Come and take it if you can!

Mushen's eyes bulged, his face turning white and then pale. At that moment, he suddenly sensed something and turned toward the cave entrance, hesitating to leave.

Wujiao, seeing this, quickly said, "Wait, leave the scabbard behind!"

Mushen, with a scabbard slanted on his back, glared at Wujiao, walked to the cave entrance, and paused beside Luoshan, coldly asking, "Did you touch my array flag?" Without waiting for an answer, he slapped Luoshan, shouting, "Scum!"

"Slap—"

The sound of the slap echoed as Mushen disappeared from the cave entrance. Luoshan, caught off guard, was hit hard, smashing into the cave wall, his face bruised and bleeding from his nose and mouth. He supported himself against the wall, barely standing, and panicked, "He... he hit me..."

Zong Bao and Tian Xiaqing were also stunned, quickly checking on him, but unsure how to comfort him, their expressions anxious.

Someone said indifferently, "Who doesn't get beaten in their lifetime? Just pay it back later..."

Luoshan, wiping the blood from his nose and mouth, looked at the speaker, feeling wronged, "No... I am a cultivator, and I was called scum by Manager Mu..."

Wujiao quietly approached the cave entrance, cautiously peering out, and, confirming Mushen was far away, let out a sigh of relief, grinning, "Heh, in the eyes of a scoundrel, everyone is a scoundrel!" Luoshan didn't understand, looking even more pitiful. Wujiao, not wanting to explain, turned to Zong Bao, asking, "Brother Zong, can we go out and check?"

Zong Bao was silent for a moment, then nodded in understanding...

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