Chapter 75

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In the sword pond, Wuji stood still, his expression filled with helplessness, as if he had truly become a disciple of the Ancient Sword Mountain, deeply saddened by the fratricidal conflict among his peers.

Two sword lights were already rushing towards him, clearly intent on killing him.

He had no time for more sighs, and with a swift wave of his sleeve, he consecutively summoned four flying swords, and with a semblance of expertise, he cast the hand seals. The four sword lights flew swiftly, creating quite a spectacle.

With a series of "bangs," the two sword lights blocked the incoming flying swords. The remaining two sword lights, however, veered off and flew directly towards the two disciples of the Ancient Sword Mountain, clearly aiming to attack each of them.

You have more people, but I have more swords.

Wanting to win by outnumbering me, I'll use your own methods against you. However, with four flying swords summoned at once, it was somewhat chaotic. Unfortunately, his divine sense and spiritual energy were not yet proficient enough to handle everything!

But I still have the demon sword!

The two disciples of the Ancient Sword Mountain, facing the simultaneous attack of the sword lights, were slightly surprised, but seeing that the attack was only superficial, they were unconcerned. Each of them took out talismans to enhance their protective spells, then urged their flying swords to launch a combined attack again.

Wuji, however, slightly bent down, his back hunched, and gathered strength in his feet. With a "bang," he shot up, causing ripples in the water around the stone platform. In an instant, he was already over ten zhang away, and with another forceful step, the water several feet deep shook violently. He took advantage of the momentum to leap over the sword pond, and just before touching the ground, he turned in mid-air and rushed towards the two figures three zhang away, his arm swinging, the demon sword howling.

"Crack—"

The two disciples of the Ancient Sword Mountain, about to deal with the invading flying swords, did not expect their opponent to suddenly counterattack and be right in front of them in the blink of an eye. The black sword light that pierced the air was unstoppable. With a shattering sound, the protective spell of the one who faced it first collapsed, blood splattered, and the body was severed, the person dead and the path ended. His companion was overwhelmed with shock and retreated violently. The demon sword followed, leaving a trail of sparks on the cave wall, and then half an arm flew into the sword pond, followed by two "splash" sounds as the body fell to the ground and the severed limb entered the water.

Wuji did not stop his rapid movement, directly rushing through the splattered blood and flesh, and after a few more zhang, he finally dragged his feet to a stop. With a shake of his spiritual energy, a layer of blood red splashed off his body. He took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and his eyes narrowed.

The solid demon sword, with both hilt and blade complete, emitted a faint black light, as if it had been tempered a thousand times and was incomparably sharp. Despite being only three feet long, the sword light extended over a dozen feet. Holding the sword, one felt an irresistible urge to kill...

"Splash"

Again, two water sounds, the two ownerless flying swords fell directly into the water. Above the sword pond, four other flying swords were wandering aimlessly.

Wuji's mind focused, and he looked around. The demon sword in his hand flashed and suddenly disappeared into his palm. He looked down, turned, and walked towards the sword pond.

The demon sword inside his body always appeared and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed, yet it seemed to be everywhere, having long merged with his blood and bones. Fortunately, he could control it at will, and it was fine to let it be.

But the strange phenomenon in the sword pond just now, what was the reason?

Wuji stared at the sword pond, now dyed red with blood, still puzzled. After a moment, he collected the four wandering flying swords and was about to step into the water to retrieve the other two flying swords, but he hesitated, focused his mind, and then reached out to grab them. The two flying swords broke through the water and were instantly stored in his ring.

With divine sense and spiritual energy, one could control objects in the air, and the same principle applied even through the water!

But there are too many things I don't understand. Who can teach me the truth?

Wuji turned to the bloody mess beside the sword pond, wrinkled his nose in disgust, but still approached to search through the remains, found something, and then left, looking around.

Hmm, since I mistakenly entered the path of immortality, the acts of killing and plundering have become increasingly proficient. Is the so-called path of immortality meant to guide people to become immortals, or to lead them into demonic obstacles?

At both ends of the sword pond, there were cave entrances. If he didn't return the way he came, he could only go forward. Wang Bi and Lu Zhi should have escaped far away. Those two got what they deserved!

Wuji hesitated for a moment, then ran towards the cave entrance ahead. As he left, he couldn't help but look back.

Since the seven swords appeared as divine, why are the nine swords like stars? And what is the relationship between the demon sword inside me and them?

And who is that senior expert of the Ancient Sword Mountain...

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Wuji walked alone through the mountain cave, the path winding and occasionally branching, gradually losing his sense of direction. He just kept heading towards the wider cave entrance, moving forward in the darkness.

After half an hour, the view suddenly opened up.

This seemed to be a closed valley, about twenty to thirty li in size. Under the pale sky, the steep cliffs surrounded the area, the grass and trees were lush, the air was fragrant, and the spiritual energy was abundant. There were figures of cultivators moving around, making it a secluded paradise far from the dust of the world!

Wuji walked out of the cave and looked back.

Beyond the path, there were a few other cave entrances. From the sword pond to here, there should be more than one way. But he didn't see the figures of Wang Bi, Lu Zhi, and the others, and didn't know where those guys had gone.

A few li away, there was a mountain pass. Climbing up to look around, he might find something else.

Wuji walked with his hands behind his back, each step covering several zhang, moving gracefully and leisurely. After a short while, he reached the mountain pass. Climbing up the slope, wild grass and flowers were everywhere. He looked around and squatted down in front of a wildflower.

Among the green leaves, a cluster of red wildflowers bloomed, emitting a fragrant aroma. According to the *Hundred Spirits Classic*, this flower is called the divine herb, formed from the essence of heaven and earth, with the magical properties of extending life and curing all diseases, a rare medicinal herb. This is what is called a heavenly treasure!

No wonder Wang Bi, Lu Zhi, and many other disciples of the Ancient Sword Mountain took a detour through the Dragon Stream Gorge. Not only is there the sword pond here, but there are also treasures everywhere!

Wuji found it interesting and reached out to pick the flower.

At that moment, someone shouted, "Stop! Everything within a hundred zhang belongs to me. Please, Senior Brother, find another place..."

This place has an owner?

Wuji looked up in surprise and saw a masked cultivator climb over the mountain pass and walk over. Before he got close, he had already summoned a flying sword, looking aggressive. Wuji had no intention of arguing, stood up, and stepped back, smiling, "I understand the rule of first come, first served. You go ahead and get rich..."

The man's arrogance subsided, his eyes brightened, and he hurriedly walked to the divine herb, dug it up with his flying sword, and put it in a jade box, still looking wary as he turned and huffed.

Wuji shrugged and turned to leave.

Standing high on the mountain pass, he could see everything far and near. There were over a dozen cultivators searching and digging in various parts of the valley. At the end of the valley, there were stone steps leading to the peak.

He didn't care much about the heavenly treasures, just out of curiosity. Since there was a way out, he should leave. In a moment, he descended the mountain pass and saw a broken piece of jade blocking his path. He kicked it away, and the jade rolled far. Two mushroom-shaped objects, about the size of a palm, appeared, both golden and quite extraordinary.

Yellow Lingzhi? A medicinal herb for nourishing the liver and improving vision.

"This belongs to me, stop!"

Wuji was about to bend down to examine the objects on the ground to verify the *Hundred Spirits Classic* and gain some knowledge, but another shout came, and a figure rushed over, holding a flying sword, looking threatening. He straightened up, looked around, and curiously asked the newcomer, "These two pieces of Yellow Lingzhi are over two hundred zhang away, how are they related to you..."

The newcomer was the disciple of the Ancient Sword Mountain from the mountain pass, who had followed for over two hundred zhang, clearly unwilling to let anyone take the treasure from under his nose. Seeing Wuji's question, he brandished his short sword and said fiercely, "I have stored this here. If anyone tries to take it, I will fight to the death..."

"I'm a coward, you can have it!"

Wuji quickly waved his hands, pretending to be afraid, turned to avoid, but shook his head and muttered. To fight to the death over two pieces of herbs? How is this different from beasts eating raw flesh? The behavior is too ugly!

He continued forward, ignoring the flowers and herbs on the ground, only thinking of crossing the valley to leave the Dragon Stream Gorge as soon as possible.

These disciples of the Ancient Sword Mountain, like Mushen from the Spirit Mist Mountain, all have the same nature. It seems that cultivators have no distinction of good or bad. Good people suffer, and the world is in decline. I can't afford to care about so many trivial matters!

Wuji walked with his hands behind his back, taking large steps, but couldn't help turning his head to look back.

Two familiar figures emerged from a cave at the base of the cliff on the right.

A man in a gray robe, slightly disheveled, was still adjusting his clothes, looking very satisfied, and chuckled, "Sister, you were truly enchanting just now!"

A woman in a green dress, her waist swaying, looked around, and even with a golden crystal mask, she still exuded a shy and charming demeanor. She stomped her foot and spat, "Pah! You got lucky..."

The man tightened his belt and said unconcernedly, "Compared to your Senior Brother He, how am I? You don't need to pay him any attention in the future..."

The woman seemed angry and embarrassed, shook her waist, and said nothing, walking straight ahead.

The man looked at the woman's graceful figure, savoring it, and hurriedly caught up, smiling apologetically, "Sister Liu, let's go to the ancient altar together..."

Wuji recognized the couple, had some suspicions, and was slightly surprised. He couldn't help but laugh to himself, but seeing them heading towards him, he quickly turned and ran.

They must be Sister Liu and her Senior Brother Huang. It's best to keep a respectful distance. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask and had changed his clothes, so he shouldn't have attracted their attention.

In a moment, he reached the end of the valley. A crack in the cliffs revealed a steep stone staircase.

Wuji took three steps as one, leaped onto the stone steps, and then used his body technique, pretending to be casual, heading straight for the peak. Sister Liu and her Senior Brother Huang were not slow and followed closely. In a short while, the peak was near. He suddenly shot up, trying to shake off the two troubles behind him.

Unexpectedly, someone was already at the peak.

"Senior Brother He..."

"Yes, yes, it's indeed the safe and sound Senior Brother He..."

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