Chapter 47

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On the hillside, two figures were entangled.

Mushen did not expect Wujie to suddenly attack. He hesitated slightly, but the speed of the attack was so swift that it rivaled the wind-riding techniques of cultivators. Just as he was about to activate his flying sword to block, he was struck on the leg by the sword scabbard. Although he was protected by his magical power, it still consumed his mental energy. He was then hit on the buttocks, making him look very embarrassed. Especially with the incessant noise, it was extremely annoying.

"This move is called 'Iron Spear Sweeping the Banner...'"

"Crack—"

In his anxiety, Mushen's protective magical power collapsed again. He did not dare to be careless, and his figure retreated explosively. Once his embarrassment eased, he returned. With his cultivation, he could have easily avoided the attack from a distance, but in the presence of so many onlookers, such an action would be akin to fleeing in defeat. It was precisely his indecision that emboldened the other party and made him even more reckless!

"This move is called 'Mighty Dragon Crossing the River, Stirring the Nine Heavens...'"

Before Wujie finished shouting, he had already swept out with his short sword.

Mushen dodged sideways, not forgetting to activate his flying sword to counterattack. The other party feinted with his hand and kicked a high kick. At the same time, the sword light he had summoned left a bloody gash on the other's back.

"Bang—"

Mushen realized he had been tricked and was kicked in the groin. Although it was not a serious injury, his face turned ashen with embarrassment.

What was this 'Mighty Dragon Crossing the River'? It was clearly a 'Venomous Snake Emerging from the Cave.' And why did he suddenly kick when he had been using his sword all along? It was like a street thug's fight, with no rules, but every move was vicious and relentless.

Mushen wanted to use spells and talismans, but he was afraid of repeating his previous failure and achieving nothing. He decided to focus all his energy on driving his flying sword, but he had to keep retreating to counterattack. Every time he gained a slight advantage, he would be hit hard by the sword scabbard. The wild-looking youth kept charging recklessly, forcing him to dodge again.

After kicking, Wujie wanted to swing his sword and smash, but he missed and turned to chase again.

Thus, the struggle on the hillside turned into a chase. However, the originally lopsided match had quickly turned around. The one dodging in circles was Mushen. The one chasing closely behind was the bare-limbed Wujie, waving his sheathed short sword and shouting fiercely, "Receive this move, Catching the Turtle in the Jar, Reporting Victory..."

The name of the move was initially impressive, but it became increasingly unbearable to hear. Oh, it turned out he was just using different ways to insult!

Mushen was both anxious, angry, and helpless, driving his flying sword to slash and chop wildly.

The youth, though thin and frail, was tough and stubborn. Each sword strike only left a bloody gash on him. He was just an ordinary mortal, yet his behavior was so bizarre and far from normal. Was it due to the treasure of the Ten Thousand Souls Valley, or the peculiarities of his short sword, or the flying sword given by his master, or perhaps his own magical power was insufficient...

The valley was surrounded by peaks, with colorful scenery. The warm sunlight made it look like a beautiful painting, serene and picturesque. However, the commotion on the hillside added an unwelcome noise.

Xiang Rong and Gou Jun, the two overseers, were still watching, but their expressions kept changing. Although Mushen had a fifth-level cultivation, his true magical power was only at the fourth level. Although he was not to be laughed at, he was still far superior to ordinary mortals. The disciple from Yujing Peak, though without cultivation, had such strong bones, great strength, agile movements, and a wild and fierce momentum, rivaling the best of the feathered warriors. The two were originally worlds apart, but now the situation had changed dramatically. There must be something strange going on, but what?

Yezi exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my, an ordinary mortal is actually beating up a cultivator, sister, look..."

Ziyun noticed in time and gazed silently. Her eyes, which had been calm, showed a ripple of emotion.

He was still alive? He had actually dodged the fatal blow!

The former schoolteacher was gone, and the timid, cowardly, and frivolous behavior had disappeared. Now he seemed more like a brave and fearless warrior, using his short sword, which was difficult to draw, to clear the way and charge forward. In comparison, the cultivator Mushen looked so pitiful and embarrassed!

Ziyun's expression suddenly changed, and she called out softly, "Be careful..."

Wujie chased relentlessly on the hillside, suddenly lunging to the left, then turning to the right, intercepting Mushen and striking him with the sword scabbard. The other party almost fell, hurriedly dodged, and in a fit of anger, drove the sword light to counterattack. He was forced to pause, and another bloody gash appeared on his thigh.

At this moment, his body was covered with sword wounds, blood splattering and intertwining, making him look like a blood-soaked man. However, he was completely unaware, baring his teeth, staring with wide eyes, and taking a stance, he suddenly leaped up, "This move is called 'Plowing the Field, Sweeping the Nest, Spreading the Name...'"

At this moment, a furious shout echoed in the air, "Hmph! A mere mortal without a spiritual root, how dare you be so arrogant!"

A sword light descended from the sky, with an unstoppable killing intent.

Wujie had just leaped up and was enveloped by the killing aura. He looked up in shock, his heart suddenly cold.

The sudden sword light was silent but as fast as a thunderbolt, descending with unimaginable power, the overwhelming killing intent making people gasp and suffocate.

Oh no, that's a high-level expert, even more powerful than Xiang Rong and Gou Jun! This time, there's no way to avoid it. Fortunately, I've already gone crazy and wild. If I die, so be it, come on...

Wujie had no time to think, tightly gripping the short sword with both hands, he used all his strength to strike the sword light fiercely.

"Boom—"

The light was blinding, and the thunder roared.

The short sword, which had shown its might countless times, suddenly shattered the scabbard, the black-glowing blade briefly revealed its power, and then collapsed and disappeared in the explosion.

Wujie still stood, with only his scorched hair, tattered shirt, and blood-soaked body, the blood splattering and flying backward as if blown by the wind. He stared blankly at his empty hands, seeing nothing, as if he had fallen into a long night, surrounded by darkness. Before he could search, he was suddenly thrown backward, spewing blood, and fell to the ground dozens of feet away.

"Senior, please show mercy..."

"Ziyun, why are you in such a state? With me here, there's no need to panic... Oh, it's all my fault... What do you mean, pleading for that boy?"

"Senior, he is just an ordinary mortal who mistakenly entered the Spirit Mountain. He has a favor with me, please spare him, and we will accept any punishment!"

"I said, don't call me senior... Forget it, let him live. You two follow me back to the mountain, Mushen, take the people back to Yujing Peak, and don't cause any trouble..."

"Wujie, Mr. Wu, we have no more entanglements, may we never meet again..."

Wujie lay on the ground, eyes closed, limbs spread, covered in blood, motionless as if dead. Faint voices came, and then everything was silent.

A moment later, thunder seemed to rise from the horizon, getting closer and closer, gathering and surging, then rushing into his body through his limbs. Suddenly, a series of surges and waves appeared in his chest and abdomen, a vortex forming and rapidly spinning, colliding, and roaring. His internal organs felt as if they were being torn apart, with intense pain. After an unknown period, the vortex suddenly rose, piercing through his chest and back, and out through the top of his head, followed by a thunderous explosion in his ears. His soul trembled, and the darkness suddenly dissipated...

"Oh—"

Wujie groaned, his eyelids fluttering, half awake: "Ziyun... you saved me... don't go..."

There were no figures around the hillside. The sun was slanted. At the end of the clouds was Yujing Peak. He vaguely remembered that the high-level expert who descended from the sky was Xuanyu.

At the last moment, Ziyun called out to save him. Then, the group left one after another...

Wujie suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of suspicion flashing in his expression. He had just closed his eyes, how could he see everything so clearly? He quickly supported himself with his hands, struggling to sit up, his head buzzing, and a wave of pain hit his chest and abdomen. He couldn't help but lean forward, spitting out another mouthful of blood. His eyes were dazed, his expression confused.

The blood on the ground was a strange black. His arms, legs, and skin were also oozing black blood. The sword wounds were particularly severe, oozing pus and blood, and emitting a faint stench...

Wujie wiped his arm, the dirty blood flowing like sweat, unstoppable. He was overwhelmed with shock, slapped his head, still feeling dizzy, and his internal organs were in turmoil, like surging waves colliding and swirling. He suppressed his trembling, recalling everything that had happened.

The high-level expert who descended from the sky was the Foundation Establishment Daoist Xuanyu. He didn't know if it was because his disciple was humiliated or for some other reason, but he had tried to kill him. He had thought Xuanyu was a decent senior, but human hearts are hard to fathom. At the critical moment, the short sword left by his father once again blocked the fatal blow, but unfortunately, it shattered along with the scabbard...

No... He vaguely remembered that at the moment the short sword disappeared, a black gas seemed to surge through his arms, and then his body felt like a turbulent sea. What was the meaning of this, he couldn't understand yet.

And what did Ziyun mean by "no more entanglements, may we never meet again"?

And Xuanyu's order, telling Mushen and the others not to cause trouble. Would that guy let him off just because he was on his last breath? It was a ploy, the master and disciple were in perfect sync...

Thinking of this, Wujie hurriedly got up from the ground, but before he could stand steady, another wave of tearing pain hit his chest, as if a raging torrent was about to burst through a dam, making him dizzy, breathless, and his vision black, on the verge of collapsing to the ground!

He must hold on, he couldn't fall. If Mushen returned, there would be no chance of survival. He must leave immediately.

Wujie took a deep breath, but couldn't help trembling. Unbearable pain came from his body, from his limbs, and from his entire being. He groaned, looked up, and his blood-stained and dirty face showed anxiety.

Where should he go?

He remembered the immortal gate was to the west, so the opposite direction would lead him away from Lingxia Mountain.

Wujie glanced at the sun, looked at the valley, and staggered to turn, but couldn't help looking back.

After traveling thousands of miles, he was now fleeing. The Spirit Mountain might have a connection, but his path lay at the horizon.

Ziyun, we really may never meet again...

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