After retrieving the immortal inheritances of the Immortal Phoenix and the Peach Blossom Immortal, Wang Xuanyi walked toward the ghost immortal.
According to the Immortal Phoenix, the Dao Discussion Platform would open soon, which would also mark the impending closure of the Ancient Immortal Realm.
Meanwhile.
Lyu Wu ultimately failed to suppress his ambition. He completely betrayed his peers and joined forces with the groups he had previously colluded with.
Yinyang Valley, Huoyun Mountain, Zhurong Peak...
“Brother Lyu, even after several hundred years, you haven't changed a bit,” Yan Gong, the Holy Son of Huoyun Mountain, teased.
“What, do you want a taste too?”
Holding a scantily clad female cultivator in one hand, Lyu Wu adjusted his belt with the other as he slowly walked out from behind the peak.
“No thanks, I don't have that kind of taste.”
Yan Gong looked at the female cultivator. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were in tatters, and her smooth, fair skin was covered in bloody welts. She had clearly suffered severe abuse.
“Tsk, this female cultivator isn't a virgin. What a waste of my time,” Lyu Wu muttered in disgust. Before the female cultivator's despairing eyes, he punched a hole straight through her heart, completely extinguishing her life force.
“An absolute scumbag,” the Yinyang Valley Holy Daughter sneered.
“Haha, Holy Daughter, no matter how much of a scumbag I am, I haven't poked you yet. Are you jealous?” Lyu Wu licked his lips, making no attempt to hide his crude flirtation.
Swoosh!
A sword blade rested against Lyu Wu's neck. The Yinyang Valley Holy Son said coldly, “If you can't shut your mouth, I can do it for you.”
“Hehe, don't be so hot-tempered.”
“Cut the crap. The Dao Discussion Platform is about to open. Hurry up and discuss our strategy,” an ancient freak with a head of fiery hair from Zhurong Peak said impatiently.
“Fine.”
Lyu Wu and the others had already planned their operation against the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect long before entering the Ancient Immortal Realm.
Initially, Yinyang Valley and the other factions believed that, aside from Gongyi Lingren and Wenren Jing, no one in the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect could stand against them.
That was until Long Zitian burst onto the scene, shattering their assumptions.
The ancient freaks who had stepped onto the Starry Heavenly Ladder alongside Long Zitian were also present. They recounted how heaven-defying the boy was, proving he was not inferior to any ancient freak.
Consequently, this group of over a dozen ancient freaks decided to eliminate the members of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect first before competing among themselves for the treasures.
And Lyu Wu was the one who had leaked the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect's information.
In the outside world.
Shen Shi crushed the tea table in his hand. Looking at Lyu Wu on the light screen with a calm face, a massive surge of killing intent welled up inside him. If he had known this would happen, he would have killed the man back then.
Xiao Hongye and the others felt the same way.
They had thought that no matter how much of a scumbag Lyu Wu was, he would never betray the sect that had raised him since childhood. Who would have thought he was actually capable of such a thing?
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
They could only pray that Long Zitian and the others would be safe.
“Where is Little Yi-Yi? Why has he been missing ever since he stepped into the Ten Thousand Immortal Mound?” Su Qian murmured, feeling somewhat worried.
Long Zitian's brilliance was so blinding that everyone was focused on him, completely ignoring Wang Xuanyi.
Ever since he parted ways with Elder Li and the others upon entering the Ten Thousand Immortal Mound, the boy seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.
“Could he have...”
Su Qian frowned, then shook her head in denial. “No, before that boy left, he even asked me about Zhu Huai's condition and the location of the ghost immortal. He shouldn't have perished here.”
Ultimately, she was just comforting herself.
Within the Ten Thousand Immortal Mound.
Wenren Jing squatted beneath the Sword Immortal Mound, drawing circles on the ground out of boredom.
She was waiting for Gongyi Lingren to emerge from the trial realm. Unfortunately, the wait was far too long. Aside from the initial remnant immortal inheritance, Wenren Jing had consecutively obtained two more immortal inheritances.
This proved Su Qian's words correct. Wenren Jing possessed the Unblemished Body, and the immortals were more than happy to pass on their life's work to her.
Meanwhile, ever since entering the Sword Immortal Realm, Gongyi Lingren had been cultivating and honing his sword dao every single second, striving to take his skills a step further.
“Senior Sword Immortal spent a hundred years forging swords, a hundred years sharpening swords, a hundred years nurturing swords, and another hundred years comprehending the sword to achieve the state where all things in existence can be a sword. Finally, he spent a thousand years cultivating his Sword Heart—achieving the state of having no sword yet having a sword, where I am the sword.”
Gongyi Lingren sat cross-legged. This realm was a space of sword intent. As far as the eye could see, it was filled with blades—iron swords, wooden swords, Supreme Swords...
“I have practiced the sword since childhood, yet I ignored the essence of the sword dao and the essence of sword intent, believing that the strength of sword techniques was solely related to one's cultivation level. It seems I was shallow.”
As Gongyi Lingren comprehended the sword intent, a strand of sword qi slowly entered his body, triggering a resonant roar from his Transparent Sword Heart.
Soon, more and more sword qi began to gather. The thousands of blades standing on the ground trembled with anticipation, resonating with the strands of sword qi!
“This child's comprehension is truly extraordinary.”
The Sword Immortal stroked his beard, extremely pleased with Gongyi Lingren's talent in comprehending the sword.
Over tens of thousands of years, he had seen too many sword cultivators and too many geniuses, yet none of them had ever self-deprecatingly reflected and repented like Gongyi Lingren.
It was only natural for sword cultivators to have unyielding pride, but on the path of the sword, such pride would blind their way forward.
The so-called comprehension of the sword meant resonating with it, understanding it, becoming it, and surpassing one's original heart. This was the true pride and attitude a sword cultivator should possess.
Rather than being self-righteous and blinding their own heart.
For Gongyi Lingren to have such an awakening, he had already surpassed the vast majority of sword cultivators.
“Senior, please accept this junior's bow.”
Gongyi Lingren emerged from the sword intent, his entire body enveloped in the aura of a Sword Immortal. His upright figure stood proudly between heaven and earth, resembling a sharp sword.
“You have received this immortal's inheritance. I can now rest in peace.”
The Sword Immortal smiled faintly as he stroked his beard. His figure became increasingly translucent, finally dissolving into nothingness.
Gongyi Lingren knelt and kowtowed deeply, saying respectfully, “Senior Sword Immortal, as your successor, I will definitely carry the sword dao to its absolute limit.”
With that, Gongyi Lingren stood up. His eyes shone with spirit as he gripped his sword. With sword qi swirling around the blade, he swung a strike into the space. Thousands of swords roared in response, drifting for a moment before plunging back into the ground, forming a sword mound once again.
“Senior, have a safe journey!”
With that, the Sword Intent Space shattered, and the entirety of the Sword Immortal's inheritance was acquired by Gongyi Lingren.
“Jing'er, sorry to keep you waiting.”
Gongyi Lingren, his body swirling with sword qi and his white robes fluttering like an immortal, slowly landed beside Wenren Jing. His handsome features truly befitted the description of a peerless gentleman.
“Oh, it's fine.”
Wenren Jing looked up, threw away the twig she was using to draw circles, wiped her dusty palms on her skirt, and stood up. “Then, shall we go find Junior Brother Xuanyi?”
Having waited for so long, Wenren Jing was bored out of her mind. The more bored she got, the more she missed having Wang Xuanyi around.
He had food, drinks, and was fun to be around.
“The Dao Discussion Platform is about to open. Junior Brother Xuanyi will head there to participate in the discussion just like us. We'll meet him then,” Gongyi Lingren said softly, reaching out to pat Wenren Jing's head the way Su Qian did, only for her to immediately squat down.
“Ngh... waah!!!”
Wenren Jing rested her head on her arms, curling herself into a ball. Her eyes welled with tears as she said pitifully, “I miss Junior Brother... I miss osmanthus cake, fruit drinks, and the red bean buns, braised fish, braised pork, Dream-Entering Tofu, hot and sour fish, and ramen he makes...”
As she rattled off the long list of dishes, her tears welled up even more, and drool even began to escape her mouth.
She had no idea how long she had been in this godforsaken place. It felt like an eternity had passed, and her stomach was extremely, extremely hungry.
Gongyi Lingren smiled awkwardly. He had only met Wang Xuanyi a few times and didn't know him very well; he only knew that the junior was a great cook.
In the outside world.
The light screen displayed Gongyi Lingren obtaining the Sword Immortal's inheritance, as well as Wenren Jing's deeply aggrieved expression.
Su Qian's face blossomed into a smile, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness.
It was fine if her disciple didn't mention it, but now that she had, Su Qian indeed missed the boy's cooking a little.
“Two months have already passed.”
Su Qian murmured to herself.
Since the geniuses entered the Ancient Immortal Realm, two months had already elapsed in the outside world.
Although such a span of time was but a mere blink of an eye to cultivators of their level, she was indeed a bit unaccustomed to the lack of noise from those youngsters around her.
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