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why Gong Yuandu was laughing Zhou Jifeng said decisively, "Get back."

The people from the Evil Sky Pavilion retreated behind the barrier.

Pan Zhong looked up at the barrier worriedly. The barrier was unimaginably weak now, could it keep an expert like Gong Yuandu out? Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong knew they could not keep an elite like Gong Yuandu at bay.

At this moment, the coffin passed through the barrier and entered Golden Court Mountain as though there was no barrier in place. The barrier was still intact, but it showed no signs of being breached.

"What…" Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng were bewildered.

The coffin hovered above them. They could almost feel the stare coming from within the coffin.

When Pan Zhong saw the veins under the coffin, he exclaimed in shock, "Formation

veins?"

This was no ordinary coffin. Otherwise, how could it have resisted the corrosion and rot of the long years inside the Mausoleum of Swords?

The surface of the coffin seemed smooth and shiny, and the veins were only limited to underneath the coffin.

Gong Yuandu's hoarse voice rang from the coffin again. "The younger generation will surpass us in time…"

"Old Senior Gong… y-you should come back another day…" Zhou Jifeng drew his sword as though he was going to put up a fight.

"Divine Court realm?" Gong Yuandu laughed, clearly not thinking much of Zhou Jifeng. It was only natural since he was a genius sword user from the northern capital.

Swoosh!

The coffin made a nosedive!

The others immediately unleashed their Primal Qi and wrapped themselves in energy.

Bam!

The black coffin immediately shattered their energies.

Zhou Jifeng, Pan Zhong, and the female cultivators staggered backward. They could not even withstand a single blow.

There was no need for an elaborate display of strength. This alone proved that Gong Yuandu's cultivation base was, at least, in the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm.

Even 100 Divine Court realm cultivators were no match for a single Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivator.

However, the coffin did not go for the kill. After the energies were shattered, the coffin hovered above everyone else. Gong Yuandu said in a deep voice, "Lead the way."

At this very moment, a female cultivator flew down the mountain and announced loudly, "Elder Hua has ordered that we are to let the old senior up the mountain."

…

In front of the Evil Sky Pavilion's great hall.

Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao stood in front while Duanmu Sheng and Little Yuan'er stood at the side. The others stood in rows behind them.

The coffin hovered in front of them.

When Leng Luo and Pan Litian saw the coffin, they exchanged a look before shaking their heads. There were plenty of oddities in the wide world. Although they were old seniors who had vast knowledge and experience, this was still their first time seeing such a peculiar thing

'Hehe, what do you know? A coffin looking for trouble… Would you f*cking believe it?'

After a long moment of silence, Gong Yuandu spoke from inside the coffin, "Where's Brother

Ji?"

"The pavilion master is cultivating in seclusion," Leng Luo replied calmly. After all, old foxes who had lived for many years knew what the other was thinking. It was meaningless to play third-rate tricks at moments like this. It was much better to be honest.

"Cultivating in seclusion?" Gong Yuandu's deep voice sounded skeptical. "Ever since his return from the Mausoleum of Swords, the pavilion master has been cultivating in seclusion. Do you believe that?" Pan Litian asked.

The coffin swayed slightly. There were clear fluctuations of Primal Qi around the coffin that rippled into surroundings before it vanished.

The coffin pointed one of its ends to the space between Leng Luo and Pan Litian as it hovered in the air. "Who are you?" The question was directed at both of them.

Leng Luo did not intend to hide as he said, "Leng Luo."

Pan Litian said, "I…" He nearly said that he was Pan Litian, but he stopped himself at the last minute. He recalled everything that happened in the Clarity Sect and said, "I'm just a beggar. My name is too insignificant to be mentioned."

Gong Yuandu chuckled and said, "Leng Luo, if I'm not mistaken, you're an elite whose name was on the blacklist 300 years ago… As for you, hehe, since when did Brother Ji become so kind as to provide shelter for a beggar?"

"Since the pavilion master has shown his magnanimity, it's only natural for me to stay." "Interesting, interesting…" This was the first time Gong Yuandu had heard someone praising Ji Tiandao. It was an understatement to say it was a rare occurrence. He was used to hearing people cursing Ji Tiandao. Now that someone was praising Ji Tiandao, he found it strange.

"Gong Yuandu… If you intend to challenge the pavilion master, I'm afraid that you'll be disappointed," Leng Luo said. The others looked at Leng Luo. Indeed, he had the right to address Gong Yuandu by his name.

Pan Litian also addressed Gong Yuandu by his name.

"Hm?"

"I've joined the Evil Sky Pavilion," Leng Luo said.

Gong Yuandu was silent. Although he remained hidden in the coffin, it was clear he was considering something. After a while, his voice rang out again. "Leng Luo, I can tell you're injured so there's no need for you to try and intimidate me. As for the old beggar, although the flow of your aura is weak, I can tell you're experienced. However, with your current cultivation base, it's impossible for you to defeat me."

Upon hearing this, Leng Luo and Pan Litian exchanged a look.

The others were shocked.

In a fight between elites, the elites would usually conceal their auras and cultivation bases. How did Gong Yuandu manage to discern all that?

Leng Luo recalled seeing the fluctuation of Primal Qi beneath the coffin, and he said, "It seems like you have some tricks up your sleeve."

"You flatter me."

"The genius sword user of the northern capital, Gong Yuandu. You should be at least 900 years old by now… If you're uninjured, why do you need to stay in the coffin?" Leng Luo asked.

Everyone fell silent at this moment.

It was clear that Gong Yuandu had come here and was prepared to die. If he were in peak condition, would he need to fear death?

Laughter rang from the coffin again. "There are only two things… that I regret in this life… One, I'm not able to solve the problem with the limit on my life. Two, I couldn't defeat Brother Ji before this. Alas, I don't have much time left. I'll have to live or die with my first regret. However, something still can be done with my second regret. Win or lose, at least, I'd be able to die peacefully."

Leng Luo said, "If you wish to defeat the pavilion master, you'll have to go through me."

"And me."

"And me."

"And me." Pan Litian, Duanmu Sheng, and Little Yuan'er chimed in as well.

Pan Zhong, Zhou Jifeng, and the female cultivators drew their swords.

It was quite a lineup.

Gong Yuandu said emotionally, "A generation of old birds replaced by a new generation… Good, very good…" As soon as he finished speaking, a peculiar black Qi emerged from the coffin. It seemed like it was not an attack. The symbols carved on the surface of the coffin slowly faded away. It seemed like he was intentionally making himself weaker.

The others were baffled. What was Gong Yuandu trying to do?

At this moment, the coffin slowly descended to the ground.

When Leng Luo saw this, he was convinced that Gong Yuandu's cultivation base had deteriorated considerably. He said, "With your current cultivation base, I don't think you can even break Elder Hua's Six Compatible Sea. How are you planning to take on the pavilion master?"

The others focused their gaze on the coffin.

'Isn't he expediting his death by coming here since his cultivation base has deteriorated so much?'

The others relaxed slightly when they thought they had overestimated their opponent. Hua Wudao cupped his fists. "I'm but a talentless junior. I'm Hua Wudao of the Yun Sect."

The coffin that had landed on the ground suddenly moved to stand vertically.

Bam!

The underside of the coffin faced the others. The veins on the surface seemed to have disappeared.

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Chapter 298 Sword Fight at the Evil Sky Pavilion

Without the Formation veins, the coffin was just a coffin. A man on his deathbed had nothing to fear. Gong Yuandu had made his stance clear. After the Formation veins faded away, he said in a voice that resounded throughout the Evil Sky Pavilion, "Cultivate the sword in the Daoist way…" 'Cultivate the sword in the Daoist way?' The others exchanged glances among themselves. In the cultivation world, there were countless cultivation methods practiced by the various sects, but they were means to the same end.

In principle, the cultivators would utilize the Primal Qi from their sea of Qi or their surroundings and condense it into energy. The difference laid in the beliefs of the various sects.

The Confucian, Buddhist, and Daoist sects had differing opinions, therefore, there were many different cultivation methods. The Daoist sects had the greatest achievements in the way of the sword. Hence, cultivators who loved the sword would usually pick a Daoist cultivation method. Jiang Aijian, Yun Sect's Luo Shisan, Luo Changqing, Sword Freak Chen Wenjie, and even Leng Luo and Pan Litian were of Daoist roots. They shared the same origins, but their interpretations of it were different.

For this reason, the Daoist sects branched into even more sects. Some specialized in escaping, some in defense, and some in offense. Those who were inspired would come up with new paths of cultivation for the sword as well. Gong Yuandu was one of these people. "Debate about swords?" Pan Litian laughed. "I thought you're going to fight us to the death."

The coffin was silent.

Duanmu Sheng took a deep breath and said, "Then, I have no business being here. Old Fourth is skilled in talking and squabbling, but I'm not."

'Why is a formal debate a squabble to you?'

Little Yuan'er said, "Oh, I'm not good at squabbling as well. I don't want to grow up into a woman who squabbles and hurls insults on the streets."

Leng Luo and Pan Litian looked at the coffin. They wondered what Gong Yuandu thought about this.

Pan Litian smiled and said, "I, for one, think that if we're going to have a debate about the sword, Little Yuan'er can best you."

"I agree," Leng Luo nodded. "Me too," Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong said in unison.

Little Yuan'er was puzzled.

Bzzt!

The coffin vibrated slightly and made a strange sound. At this moment, a weak surge of Primal Qi condensed into energy around the coffin. Energy blades that resembled icicles hovered around the coffin and revolved around it before suddenly disappearing without a trace. It was clear that Gong Yuandu was annoyed. He said in a deep voice, "Naturally, a debate of the swords is not just verbal. It has to be put into practice as well."

"Oh?" Pan Litian was puzzled. "You're saying we're going to debate while we fight?" "Naturally."

The others were slightly taken aback. They instantly put their guards again.

'This person must be mad!'

'He seems insane.'

Gong Yuandu said, "However, it won't be a fight to the death. A cultivator gains control over Primal Qi by progressing through Body Tempering to Mystic Enlightening. At the Dao Shaping stage of the Divine Court realm, the cultivator would be able to master the path of cultivation… Using the Dao Shaping method to control the Primal Qi of the Mystic Enlightening realm. The path of swords originated from the debate of swords."

Pan Litian laughed before he said, "I think I understand now. We're supposed to spar in the Mystic Enlightening realm without avatars or weapons, am I right?"

To put it bluntly, they would limit their cultivation bases while they compete in their understanding and skills of the swords. This was the best solution for both sides. Moreover, Leng Luo and Pan Litian's cultivation bases had yet to recover. Although Duanmu Sheng and Little Yuan'er's cultivation bases were profound, if both sides were to fight to the death, they still would not be able to gain the upper hand. After all, their opponent was a man who was about to die and had nothing to lose.

"Naturally…" As soon as Gong Yuandu finished speaking, the coffin did a backflip. It was now lying flat on the ground. One end of the coffin was longer, and it was lying in a slanted position. The taller side faced the others.

There was a black character on its surface. It seemed to be a script that was a combination of the characters for 'Imperial order'. It was unsettling to look at.

"We'll have a debate before determining the winner… Go ahead." Gong Yuandu's voice traveled out in a wave of soundwave and resounded in the entire Evil Sky Pavilion.

Hua Wudao waved his hand as he turned and said, "The juniors won't have to take part in this… At their levels, it's like pitting their insights about the path of the sword against each other. Watch and learn…' The others cupped their fists.

Pan Litian and Leng Luo exchanged a look.

"I'll go…" Leng Luo took several steps forward after he spoke.

When he stepped into the range, energy blades that resembled icicles of varying shapes appeared around the coffin again. The irregularly shaped blades looked strange. "The origin of the path of the sword attracts Primal Qi and condenses it into energy in the form of blades. Primal Qi in the Mystic Enlightening realm can only form two energy blades at most."

As soon as Leng Luo finished speaking, all but two energy blades around the coffin vanished.

Leng Luo raised his right hand with his palm facing the skies. "Quality over quantity…" A relatively thick and huge energy blade appeared in his palm. It was also in the Mystic Enlightening realm.

When Hua Wudao saw this, he said, "This is the collision between the principles of the way of the sword… Let's see who will emerge the victor in this round."

In the next second, the energy blades at the sides of the coffin spun and shot out.

Leng Luo's energy blades shot out as well.

At this moment, the others saw the difference.

Due to the irregular shapes, the energy blades changed their trajectories while they sailed through the air. They sailed toward Leng Luo.

The coffin flipped up in a full circle at this moment. With merely the cultivation base in the Mystic Enlightening realm, Gong Yuandu dodged the attack.

Leng Luo moved swiftly and dodged one of the energy blades.

Bam!

The other energy blade changed its trajectory as well.

It was slightly surprising. Leng Luo raised his hand. He caught the energy blade between his index and middle fingers.

The energy blade vanished. Silence descended on the scene.

The others were baffled. They could not tell who had won. Then, they turned to look at the black coffin.

There was no extravagant battle, powerful fluctuation of Primal Qi, or cunning schemes. There was only the way of the sword.

"I've lost." Leng Luo cupped his fists. He did not want to explain himself nor did he have to.

Everyone could see that Leng Luo had been slightly careless. Carelessness or underestimating the enemy were fatal weaknesses.

When Leng Luo caught the energy blades with his fingers, he confirmed that even if he were to deal with this opponent seriously, at most, he would only be able to take a few blows. If the results were going to be the same, it was better to be direct and concede.

"…" Hua Wudao had to take on the role of explaining again. "Indeed, Senior Leng had executed the act of catching the energy blade with his fingers perfectly. Unfortunately, a Mystic Enlightening realm cultivator who had just completed Body Tempering could never catch energy blades with his bare hands. If this had been a fight between two Mystic Enlightening realm cultivators, the energy blade would have slashed his neck. Senior Leng is skilled in Dao Invisibility instead of the sword."

The others nodded.

"As expected of the greatest genius sword user of the northern capital… Energy blades of irregular shapes. I'm truly impressed…" Leng Luo stepped backward.

Pan Litian stepped forward. He first took a sip of wine from the gourd he carried around before tossing it toward Pan Zhong. "Catch." Old Pan was carefree enough to toss his weapon aside casually. "I'm not Leng Luo… He's too green, too inexperienced…"

Leng Luo remained silent. A defeat was a defeat. There was no need to justify nor explain. He was no stranger to trash talk, and he was not bothered by it. Gong Yuandu said, "Old beggar?"

"Yes."

"On the path of the sword, the Mystic Enlightening realm gives rise to Yin and Yang, which then turns into Taiji, and in turn, the Four Phenomenon. It goes on and on, in a never-ending cycle…" Gong Yuandu said.

Pan Litian said, "If it's only the Mystic Enlightening realm, there can be only two energy blades at most. It can't even make the Four Phenomenon, let alone go on forever." Gong Yuandu was just about to speak when Pan Litian continued to say by raising his voice, "I've gone to the south and the north, and I've seen enough sword elites. Are you trying to use energy blades to form a Sword Formation, thereby, forming the Four Phenomenon and eventually a never-ending cycle?"

"Interesting." Gong Yuandu was delighted.

"I told you… I'm not Leng Luo." Pan Litian looked at Leng Luo from the corners of his eyes as though he was gloating. Gong Yuandu said, "Show me how you're going to deal with it then…"

Beneath the coffin, a Taiji radiant circle that spanned more than two meters appeared. Yin and Yang intertwined. Energy blades emerged.

Leng Luo applauded. "To have accomplished this at the Mystic Enlightening realm… Old Pan, you should yield." "Hm?" Pan Litian looked at the radiant circle on the ground and appeared shocked. He was knowledgeable and no stranger to this method. However, he had never seen any sword genius putting this to practice. Many of the studies of the sword had lost their original objectives and values. Who, under the heavens, did not care about the power and ability to kill when cultivating the sword?

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Chapter 299 Have Another Cup of Wine

Pan Litian was invigorated. Although he did not know how Gong Yuandu managed to do that, he wished to receive the blows from this sword skill. He raised his right arm slowly. A Taiji radiant seal that was slightly larger than his palm appeared.

Zhou Jifeng, Pan Zhong, and the female cultivators' eyes widened. This was their first time seeing Elder Pan making a move. It was also their first time witnessing this legendary old man conjuring up his Primal Qi. An old beggar who had once lost his cultivation base after having it destroyed. At last, he bore some semblance of his former self. However, what kind of Daoist cultivation method was that Taiji seal on his palm?

Under his mask, an expression of approval could be seen on Leng Luo's face.

Pan Litian pushed his palm forward, and an energy blade emerged from the Taiji seal. He was enhancing his energy blade with the seal!

At the same time, several energy blades appeared in the area where Gong Yuandu's coffin stood. Usually, a Mystic Enlightening realm cultivator could only manage two energy blades, at most. However, under the enhancement of the mini Formation underneath the coffin, he was supplied with limitless Primal Qi.

Energy blades from both sides shot through the air. The others instinctively backed away. This no longer looked like a battle between cultivators in the Mystic Enlightening realm. No matter how they looked at it, this seemed more like a battle between cultivators in the Brahman Sea realm!

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The energy blades collided.

Pan Litian smiled and took a step forward. He slammed his wizened and big hand on the ground.

Boom!

The limestone floor cracked.

The Formation shattered!

"Great!" Pan Zhong clapped his hands.

Indeed, as the saying went, 'The older, the wiser!'

Nobody said that they were only supposed to use energy blades. It was perfectly reasonable for a Mystic Enlightening realm cultivator to crack the floor. Even a Body Tempering cultivator could do that.

Just when everyone thought that Pan Litian was about to emerge victorious, the shattered Formation veins condensed into energy, gathered, and shot toward Pan Litian's Taiji seal.

Bam!

The Taiji seal shattered.

No more nor less, Gong Yuandu had two remaining energy blades that hovered around his coffin.

"Interesting." Leng Luo applauded. The others were puzzled by this.

'Why aren't they continuing?'

'It's not over, is it?'

Pan Litian had ample time to cast his next attack. What good would Gong Yuandu's two energy blades do? While the others were still puzzled, Pan Litian cupped his fists and said, "I concede defeat." Hua Wudao nodded and took up the role to explain again. "The limit of the Mystic Enlightening realm has been reached."

When the others heard this, realization dawned on them. They had overlooked a problem… Hua Wudao was right. A Mystic Enlightening realm cultivator could only manage a Daoist seal and two energy blades at most… When Gong Yuandu's Formation seal was shattered, two of his energy blades remained. Hence, he had the upper hand.

Pan Litian smiled and said, "Your methods have widened my horizons." After saying that, he retreated.

If old seniors who were rich in experiences such as Leng Luo and Pan Litian could not best Gong Yuandu in a sword fight, it was impossible for the others to do so. The experience of the younger cultivators could not be made up with talent alone, after all.

Hua Wudao cupped his fists. "I'll pass… I'm only good at defense. Moreover, my Six Compatible Seal requires a cultivation base in the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm to unleash its special effects. In terms of swordplay, I'm as good as an idiot." With a wave of his hands, he retreated as well.

None of the three old generals could best Gong Yuandu. A slightly awkward atmosphere hung in the air.

Gong Yuandu chuckled and said, "I've painstakingly cultivated the sword in the Mausoleum of Swords for 100 years. It's not surprising for me to win against you lot…"

Duanmu Sheng waved his Overlord Spear and said with a snort, "All you got is that mouth of yours. That wasn't a real competition of cultivation bases. While you're on the battlefield, who would care if you're being fair or not?" His words had merits. In a real battle, was there anyone who would suppress their cultivation base and not fight with all their might?

Bam!

The Overlord Spear struck the limestone floor. Duanmu Sheng's Primal Qi spread into his surroundings in waves.

The others retreated.

Even Pan Litian and Leng Luo did not have as much energy as Duanmu Sheng did.

Duanmu Sheng and the black coffin faced off against each other while the others watched from a distance away.

After a moment of silence, Gong Yuandu said, "If I were to fight you with my full strength, you'll surely die… Naturally, I won't be able to fight after that."

The coffin did not move. It seemed to be giving Duanmu Sheng time to think.

'Do you dare?' The others from the Evil Sky Pavilion knew what Duanmu Sheng's temper was like. They shook their heads and sighed inwardly.

Duanmu Sheng raised a hand. Under his control, the Overlord Spear left the ground and flew into his grip. A domineering energy wrapped around the Overlord Spear. "Let's give it a try then…"

Whizz!

III

A 30-feet avatar materialized behind Duanmu Sheng. On the Golden Lotus under its feet, two blades of leaves were spinning slowly.

The others did not expect Duanmu Sheng to act this boldly… They did not expect him to be this fearless as well.

The atmosphere was tense as though the slightest spark would set off a fire.

"Duanmu Sheng, listen to me, don't act rashly," Hua Wudao advised.

After all, Gong Yuandu was the genius sword cultivator of the northern capital. He was already giving them a chance by setting the rule of sparring with swords in the Mystic Enlightening realm. Why did Duanmu Sheng have to fight with his life on the line? It was not worth it!

"There's no need to persuade me, Elder Hua… Master's not here. If I'm not going to fight, who will?"

Without Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong in the Evil Sky Pavilion, and in the absence of their master, Duanmu Sheng was, naturally, the one with the most senior position. Usually, Pan Litian and Leng Luo would have the right to stand in front of him. However, their cultivation bases were far from being recovered. Hence, they could do nothing but watch.

"Good… Very good," Gong Yuandu said loudly, "I've underestimated Brother Ji. To think that he has such a disciple… In that case, I'll show you what the real path of the sword looks like." The Primal Qi around the coffin began to ripple intensely. It was as different as heaven and earth compared to before. However, just as the coffin levitated slightly, a deep voice rang from the direction of the east pavilion. "Stand back."

Duanmu Sheng shuddered before he kneeled on one knee. "Master!"

Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao cast their gaze into the distance.

Apart from those three of them, the others fell to their knees as they greeted Lu Zhou. "Pavilion Master."

Above the east pavilion, Lu Zhou walked on air as though he was as light as a feather as he made his way toward them.

Little Yuan'er stepped forward and said excitedly, "Master, you're finally here. The lunatic from the Mausoleum of Swords came looking for trouble!"

Lu Zhou landed. He walked toward them with his hands on his back.

Leng Luo and the others cupped their fists slightly at Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou's gaze fell on the coffin. He studied it before he finally said, "Prepare some wine."

Gong Yuandu's laughter rang from within the coffin. His voice was slightly trembling when he spoke. No one knew if he was agitated or excited. "You're the only one who understands me, Brother Ji."

The female cultivators hurried to the north pavilion to fetch the century-old wine. Then, they laid out a table and a few chairs before the great hall.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "You're a senior, and yet, you're bullying your juniors… I feel ashamed of you."

The coffin landed slowly.

The others remained silent. Earlier, Gong Yuandu had been insufferably arrogant. Now, he seemed to have wilted a little. Perhaps, their master was the only person who could rein Gong Yuandu in.

"Brother Ji, you're not someone who would break your promise."

Lu Zhou's expression remained unchanged. In truth, he did not know why his cultivation had taken so long this time around. The wonderful thing was he only felt a few days had passed. Only when he opened his eyes did he discover that an entire month had passed.

Lu Zhou did not dwell on the matter and waved his hand. With a flick of his sleeve, a wine jar flew onto the table.

"Are you planning on hiding in the coffin forever?"

The aroma of the wine wafted out.

Pan Litian felt a nearly irrepressible urge to drink. He laughed and said, "To think you're a kindred spirit! If I'd known this earlier, I should've had a drinking contest with you instead of swords!"

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Chapter 300 True Colors

Wine was something that was tied to pleasure, after all. Since time immemorial, wine was consumed by scholars and poets alike. Even when martial men fought with their blades and words, wine was often considered an irreplaceable item.

Lu Zhou sat down slowly. He waved his arm. The wine jar filled the cups precisely under his control.

Two cups were filled.

The aroma of the wine permeated the air.

Pan Litian was nearly drooling at this point. If he did not know that the visitor had come with ill intent, he would have rushed over and drunk his fill.

Li Zhou raised the cup of wine… and took a sip.

Clack! Clack! Clack!

The coffin made strange noises.

Gong Yuandu's lust for wine was not inferior to Pan Litian. The aroma of the wine that permeated the air filled him with the urge to drink.

Lu Zhou did not swallow the wine. Instead, he spat it out lightly.

Bzzt!

The wine formed three swords that shot at the coffin from the left, right, and middle.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Three energy blades stabbed into the coffin. Hua Wudao praised. "I've almost forgotten the pavilion master's level of mastery in swordplay. I remember that the Yun Sect's Luo Changqing publicly praised Yu Shangrong's sword skills more than once. How can the disciple's skills be better than the master's skills?" If the disciple was so terrifying, the master could never be mediocre.

Gong Yuandu said in his hoarse voice, "I'm impressed. Ordinary sword path elites can only condense Qi into energy. A true sword path elite can turn anything into swords."

Lu Zhou was unmoved by these flattering words. Instead, he stroked his beard and said, "It's only an insignificant skill, it's too insignificant to mention. You could've easily blocked this attack." 'And yet, why didn't he?' Creak!

The lid of the coffin swung open. A surge of energy rippled into the surroundings as a man emerged from the coffin.

In just an instant, Gong Yuandu appeared in everyone's sight. He resembled a prehistoric man with his disheveled hair and grimy face. A wiry beard covered his face. His clothes were in tatters. His arms were covered in dirt, almost no skin could be seen. This was the greatest sword path elite of the northern capital, Gong Yuandu's true appearance. He looked like a mummy.

The others took a step backward at the sight.

This was the result of living inside a coffin for too long.

Ordinary cultivators could reduce their need to eat in the Mystic Enlightening realm. In the Brahman Sea realm, a cultivator could survive on a single meal every three to five days. In the Divine Court realm, it was enough to eat once every ten days or once every fortnight. In the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm, the cultivator could subsist on the Primal Qi of the world. However, the cultivator would still need some actual food every now and then. It was difficult to imagine how Gong Yuandu managed to survive in the coffin all this time. Did he catch rats and insects in the crypt to eat?

Those who tried to imagine how Gong Yuandu had lived thus far shuddered in disgust. Fortunately, the stench from Gong Yuandu was blocked out by their protective energies. Everyone's attention was focused on him at this moment.

Gong Yuandu opened his eyes. He seemed to be disturbed by the glaring light. It took him a moment to acclimatize himself to the light again before he looked at the table that had been set up. Then, he glanced at Lu Zhou. As he slowly took his seat, he said, "You've changed, Brother Ji."

"Oh?"

"But I can't quite put my finger on it." Gong Yuandu raised his right arm. The jar of wine hovered above him as he looked up. The wine inside the jar poured down like a waterfall. Glug! Glug! Glug! "Wonderful!"

Compared to that, Lu Zhou's manner of slowly sipping from a cup seemed delicate.

The jar was emptied. With a wave of his hand, the wine jar flew to the side. It landed slowly on the ground precisely at the spot where Gong Yuandu had intended for it to land. "Brother Ji… My cultivation base is not what it once was. If we fight with actual weapons, my defeat is certain." When he spoke, flakes of dirt fell from his face.

Lu Zhou sighed and said, "You know your limit is upon you. Why are you still being so stubborn?"

Gong Yuandu heaved a long sigh before he said, "Brother Ji, you're not like me."

"Oh?"

"You're not as merciless, decisive, or cold-blooded as I am. In a certain sense, kindness shown to the enemy is an act of cruelty against yourself. Back then, you could've killed me when I lost to you… If you'd done so, we wouldn't be in this situation."

Lu Zhou raised his wine cup and said slowly, "You don't understand."

Gong Yuandu was puzzled.

Lu Zhou continued, "If you were dead, I would no longer have any opponent. It's lonely at the top. I can't help but find it boring."

"You're too kind with your words, Brother Ji." Gong Yuandu was delighted to be considered an opponent by the greatest villain whose fame preceded his. However, due to the thick layer of grime on his face and his prolonged stay within the coffin, the changes in his expression were unnoticeable. He waved his arm. "More wine."

The female cultivators nearby swiftly brought dozens of jars of century-old wine over.

Pan Litian was beside himself with envy. He did not think there were enough jars of century-old wine in the Evil Sky Pavilion to sustain this manner of drinking.

Gong Yuandu, naturally, did not care about how Pan Litian felt. He started on another jar of wine and emptied it in no time at all. After that, he cupped his fists and said, "Brother Ji, can you fulfill this dying man's wish?"

"If that's the case, I will…" Lu Zhou calmly replied.

"As always, let's debate about the swords." Gong Yuandu glanced at Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao when he spoke. Hua Wudao stepped forward and recounted what had happened earlier.

Naturally, even without Hua Wudao's explanation, Lu Zhou understood what Gong Yuandu meant. He knew Gong Yuandu's cultivation base had greatly deteriorated when they met in the Mausoleum of Swords. Gong Yuandu could not possibly have any destructive skills that he could use against him at this point.

Smack!

Gong Yuandu flipped his palm around. The wine jar before him flew up. The wine poured out and transformed into energy. A Taiji seal similar to the one earlier appeared on the ground. Then, it formed the Two Instruments and the Four Phenomenon. When the seal was formed, energy blades materialized before him. It was the same technique

How would the greatest devil under the heavens deal with it?

Pan Litian, who was defeated by this move, widened his eyes. He wanted to take in all of Lu Zhou's actions. However, he noticed Lu Zhou merely kept his wine cup raised without any signs of moving. He could see a hint of confidence, or maybe conceit, in Lu Zhou's eyes.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

When the energy blades shot toward Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou suddenly flung the cup. It spun and formed a Taiji seal.

Pan Litian frowned. "My judgment's right…"

Bam!

When the Taiji seal blocked the energy blades, Lu Zhou slammed his palm.

Smack!

The Formation vein was destroyed. The Taiji seal vanished. The Four Phenomenon Sword Formation vanished as well. This time, Gong Yuandu did not have any energy blades left.

Leng Luo, with his hands on his back, said, "To think the same technique unleashed by different people has such a big difference."

Pan Litian's wizened face flushed red. He said, "Don't you have a go at me…"

Leng Luo would never let this opportunity slip by. Pan Litian did not cut him any slack earlier after all.

"The limits of the Mystic Enlightening realm has reached… a draw."

Gong Yuandu shook his head. "This time, it's my loss." He looked at Leng Luo and the others as he slowly said, "The Four Phenomenon Formation consumed at least four times more energy than the Taiji seal. Although Brother Ji unleashed a palm strike, the overall energy he spent was much lower than what I spent. Unleashing the greatest strength with the least amount of power… I willingly admit defeat…" Lu Zhou seemed unmoved by Gong Yuandu's flattery. This was merely a portion of his knowledge and experience of cultivating the sword path. The only thing was that he did not expect it to be used in this situation.

Gong Yuandu raised a jar of wine and tossed it into the air…

Swoosh!

The wine spilled out.

"Again!"

The jar suddenly exploded. The wine transformed into sharp blades.

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Chapter 301 A Single Technique Against Various Methods

The sharp blades that were irregularly shaped shot toward Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou placed his right hand on the table.

Bam!

With his hand in the center, Primal Qi rippled into the surroundings. The sharp blades reverted into wine that spilled on the ground.

Lu Zhou's protective energy prevented him from being drenched in wine.

The wine fell like a drizzle of rain.

That was another move. The result was clear.

Gong Yuandu's eyelids twitched. This was the sword path that he had painstakingly studied and cultivated throughout the years in the Mausoleum of Swords. He had mastered converting anything into swords. He did not expect his technique to be so easily dealt with by Lu Zhou.

The others who were watching this battle could no longer understand what was happening. At most, they could only condense Qi into energy. How was it possible to turn wine into blades? Wine was not water that could be frozen into sharp icicles.

Leng Luo said, "The energy forms a vacuum that wraps around the wine. This requires the cultivator to be highly skilled in turning Primal Qi into energy."

"I see." Hua Wudao cupped his fists.

When cultivators attacked their opponents with heaven-grade weapons, they would wrap themselves or their weapons in energy to grant themselves a powerful force. Water did not possess sufficient toughness, hence, it could not do much damage. This was also why no cultivator would spend time practicing such a thing

Everyone did not expect Gong Yuandu to be able to do it so easily. What was even more surprising was Lu Zhou had effortlessly dealt with it!

"The third move…" Gong Yuandu retreated several steps as he spread his arms wide open. Several energy blades instantly appeared around him.

When she saw this, Little Yuan'er pouted and said, "Didn't you say that a Mystic Enlightening realm cultivator can only maintain two energy blades? That's cheating!"

Gong Yuandu did not even deign to look at her. He only said, "Little girl, who said these aren't two energy blades?"

"Hm?"

The energy blades spun around Gong Yuandu.

Upon closer inspection, everyone discovered the energy blades were as thin as one's fingers. Moreover, they seemed to be shrinking in size. One would multiply into two, two into four… The size would shrink as their number increased.

Leng Luo shook his head. "I'm still of the opinion that quality is more important than quantity. It's meaningless even if it's flashy."

Gong Yuandu did not agree with Leng Luo. "Numbers can form a Formation!"

Countless energy blades, now as thin as golden needles, formed a Sword Formation.

"You can do that?" The others were speechless. This had exceeded their understanding of the Mystic Enlightening realm. Technically, this was not a Sword Formation that a Mystic Enlightening realm cultivator could unleash. After all, Gong Yuandu's understanding, knowledge, experience, and control were near perfection. "This Sword Formation is inspired by the Seven Terminal Formation in the Mausoleum of Swords that I've studied for many years," Gong Yuandu said proudly, "I wonder if you can break this Formation, Brother Ji?"

'Seven Terminal Formation?' The others were rendered speechless by Gong Yuandu's shamelessness. He had been studying the Seven Terminal Formation for such a long time in the Mausoleum of Swords, and yet, he was asking Lu Zhou to break it on such short notice… Was this how sparring usually went? Should it not be more honest?

Hua Wudao's wizened flushed pink. He saw himself in Gong Yuandu. Back then, he had studied his tortoise method for 20 years and had asked the pavilion master to break it on a short notice as well. In hindsight, he found himself foolish and naive. He shook his head. How could the great sword elite of the northern capital make the same mistake?

The energy blades stabbed into the ground and formed seven stars. The densely packed spot shone with a faint golden light.

If it had been used against a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivator, a simple stomp of the foot would be enough to shatter this Sword Formation. The problem was it would be difficult for a Mystic Enlightening realm cultivator to break this Formation.

Leng Luo shook his head at this sight.

Pan Litian said, "It's true that quality is important, but when both quality and quantity are accounted for… it would be extremely terrifying. What do you think, Old Leng?"

Leng Luo was taken aback. "This old geezer… He just can't spend a single day without looking for a fight…' Meanwhile, Lu Zhou remained unmoved. He raised the wine cup in his right hand and took a sip. He moved his left hand and gently pushed it forward. With the table following suit, he moved back half a meter, out of the Sword Formation's range. After that, he indifferently offered his appraisal. "What a weak Sword Formation."

"Hm?"

"I'm not inside the Formation, but I can attack you at any time." Lu Zhou flipped his palm so it faced upward. Two energy blades appeared out of thin air. They looked extremely eye-catching

"…" Gong Yuandu staggered backward. He felt a lump in his throat. He had difficulty dealing with such a sudden and merciless verbal attack. He had studied the Seven Terminal Sword Formation for such a long time. The thoughts, intricacies, and theories were all complete. He even managed to replicate it to an extent. However, he had overlooked a simple weakness; he could not force his opponent to stay in the range of the Formation. All his research had been based on the assumption that his opponent would be within the Formation's range. Regardless of how wonderful the Sword Formation was, it was useless and meaningless if the opponent was not in its range.

Upon seeing Gong Yuandu's reaction, the others sighed and shook their heads. There were no lack of fanatical geniuses who went to great lengths to do their research. Regardless of how solid their theory was, it would be all for naught if the cultivator did not have practical experience to back it up. Gong Yuandu reached out with his right hand.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind appeared and the miniature Seven Terminal Sword Formation dispersed with the wind. Gong Yuandu closed his eyes and remained silent.

The others found this strange. They wondered what Gong Yuandu was going to do next…

Lu Zhou placed the wine cup on the table and slowly rose to his feet with his hands on his back. "Let go of your obsession. Your limit is still some time away… Although I'm older than you, I'm not afraid of the life limit at all. I can give you another chance."

"A chance?" Gong Yuandu opened his eyes. A hint of red streaked across the white of his eyes.

Lu Zhou calmly said, "I can guarantee that you'll survive your final century…" Naturally, he had no confidence when it came to overcoming the great life limit. No one in the cultivation world was capable of that.

During Lu Zhou's time cultivating in seclusion, many problems appeared in his mind that needed to be dealt with urgently. One of them was regarding the great limit.

"There's no need for that." Gong Yuandu's reply surprised everyone else. At this moment, the Primal Qi on his body surged. It was no longer on the level of the Mystic Enlightening realm. It kept rising to the Sense Condensing realm, the Brahman Sea realm, the Divine Court realm until it reached the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm!

"My final move…" Gong Yuandu looked at Lu Zhou. "Kindly show me your guidance." His stance clearly showed that the final move would no longer be in the Mystic Enlightening realm and that he would use all his strength. He was willing to put his life on the line.

Whizz!

A towering avatar that was so tall that the top could not be seen appeared. Countless energy blades flew around the avatar in densely packed Formations. For a time, it seemed like the entire Evil Sky Pavilion was filled with energy blades…

Leng Luo and Pan Litian looked up before they shook their heads.

Meanwhile, Hua Wudao unleashed his Six Compatible Seal and shielded everyone.

Lu Zhou was the only one who remained outside the Six Compatible Seal. He stood with his hands on his back.

At this moment, Gong Yuandu stomped on the limestone floor! He shot toward the head of the avatar, and the avatar began to gather energy! At the same time, he placed his palm on top of the other palm.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Energy blades kept gathering around Gong Yuandu. It seemed like he had revealed his trump card with this skill. There were irregularly shaped energy blades, a Sword Formation, and countless ordinary energy blades. He was accumulating all his strength.

Nobody expected Gong Yuandu to suddenly attack with all his might.

'Is he trying to kill?'

However, it was just as Duan Ling Tian had said earlier, there was no absolute fairness in the cultivation world.

The thousands upon thousands of energy blades crashed down like a mountain under Gong Yuandu and his avatar's control.

It was as though all the Primal Qi on Golden Court Mountain had been gathered by the huge avatar.

The birds of the forest took flight. The air within a kilometer of the area roiled in turbulence, and the clouds began to roll.

As soon as the energy blades had gathered enough energy, they shot toward Lu Zhou.

"Master!"

"Pavilion Master!"

Just when the energy blades were about to strike Lu Zhou's forehead, he said tonelessly, "Scram."

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Chapter 302 The Secret of Nine-leaf

This was not the third Heavenly Writing technique that Lu Zhou had just meditated upon. It was the grand technique, Scram, that the others were familiar.

The sound exploded in everyone's ears like a clap of thunder.

To gain the power of speech recognition, even about unspeakable truths. To understand the words spoken by the tongues of beings in different worlds. This was the Power of Speech.

The densely packed energy blades that resembled golden needles were neatly gathered in the air. They were shattered by the soundwave as though they were made of glass. They vanished in the air and returned to nature. On the other hand, the 1,000 energy blades closest to Lu Zhou's forehead seemed to be reflected as they shot upward.

Gong Yuandu's huge avatar merely lasted for a breath. Then, the golden avatar exploded like a bubble under the force of the hurricane-like soundwave.

Several energy blades shot toward Gong Yuandu, taking him by surprise. He did not expect this. His protective energy layer was penetrated by the energy blades like a balloon. Some of the energy blades pierced his arms, face, back, and feet. A frightened expression could be seen on his face at this moment. A grunt rang in the air before he fell down.

Meanwhile, Hua Wudao's Six Compatible Seal instantly shattered. The others reeled back and crashed on the ground as well.

Even Duanmu Sheng and Little Yuan'er who had experienced the impact of the grand technique, Scram, before were startled.

The Power of Speech truly exceeded everyone's expectations. The soundwave continued to travel upward after Gong Yuandu was shot down.

Boom!

The weak barrier was broken by the soundwave from within as though it was a bubble. The barrier faded away.

Gong Yuandu fell to the ground.

Silence descended on the Evil Sky Pavilion.

Lu Zhou looked up. There was no longer a barrier. Uh… It seemed like the force of his attack was greater than before. This complicates things even more… What a headache!

Lu Zhou wanted to scratch his head. This was not what he had intended to do. 'Now that the barrier is gone, what will the Noble Path do?'

Similarly, Leng Luo and the others were rendered speechless by what had just transpired. They rose to their feet and looked at the battered Gong Yuandu.

Lu Zhou turned to look at Gong Yuandu as well.

To everyone's surprise, Gong Yuandu did not die. Although the barrier's power was weak, it was still much more powerful than an elite with a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivation base. The grand technique, Scram, had instantly shattered the barrier, and yet, it could not kill Gong Yuandu.

'How did he do that?'

Gong Yuandu lay on the ground for a moment longer before he struggled to push himself up and sat on the ground. He looked at the ground, uncertain if he should cry or laugh. He had lost completely. He was a man after all, and he had his pride. He would never allow himself to cry in front of others. In the end, he smiled and chuckled softly. He disregarded the pain in his body and said, "I've lost.'

Lu Zhou looked at Gong Yuandu. "Have you thought about it?" "About what?"

"The reason you lost."

"I haven't." Gong Yuandu shook his head. He looked at Lu Zhou with a smile before he shuffled to the table and took a seat across Lu Zhou.

The two of them poured themselves some wine.

"You have 100 years left… Are you going to throw that away?" Lu Zhou asked.

Gong Yuandu sighed. "There's something you don't know, Brother Ji." He raised the wine jar and poured it into his mouth. After a few mouthfuls, he lowered it and said, "I don't have that long."

"Why?"

"I've spent my essence and blood a long time ago…" Gong Yuandu said. Essence and blood were the basis of life.

Lu Zhou frowned slightly and asked, "Just to improve your cultivation base?".

Gong Yuandu coughed violently twice. A splash of red could be seen. He had coughed up blood. He wondered if it was due to the damage he sustained from the grand technique, Scram, or if it was due to his old injuries. Strangely, when he coughed up blood, half of his hair turned white. He seemed unbothered as he wiped the blood off the edge of his lips and took another sip of wine. He even managed to smile as he said, "A little more."

"Hm?"

"Just a little more… and I'll be at the Nine-leaf stage."

The others who were standing nearby were thoroughly shocked.

Anyone who had an inkling of common cultivation knowledge would know what Nine-leaf meant. Eight-leaf was the limit attainable by humans. Up until now, there were no cultivators who had successfully reached the Nine-leaf stage. At the very least, nobody knew about any Nine-leaf elites.

Even in the Misty Forest where humans seldom tread or the whirlpools in the seas where no one dared to travel to… there were no Nine-leaf elites. There were no records of such individuals in all the books accessible to men as well.

"Just a little more… and yet, it's an uncrossable chasm," Lu Zhou said.

"Brother Ji, can't you feel it?"

"Feel what?" Lu Zhou asked. "A sense of danger, the feeling of your life slipping away. It's peculiar and unexplainable…" Gong Yuandu lowered his voice and said, "Whenever my cultivation base improves… I'd feel that I've aged. I'm aging quickly, and there's nothing I can do to stop it…"

There was a hint of helplessness in Gong Yuandu's eyes as he said. "Whenever I try to stop it, the Primal Qi that I've painstakingly accumulated would leave my sea of Qi."

"When did you start having these feelings?" Lu Zhou asked.

"During the tenth year inside the Mausoleum of Swords… and the 30th year."

"So, during the first instance, you stopped it, but during the second instance, you did not."

"I had no choice." If his hair had not been covered in grime, his silver mane would have been obvious.

Lu Zhou seemed to be lost in his thoughts as well. 'If what he said is true, the limit of a human's cultivation is the Eight-leaf stage. Alas, I only have him as a reference. That's fewer than I like.'

Gong Yuandu began coughing again. With this cough, his hair turned completely white. Even the grime could not mask the color of his hair. The others were shocked to see this. They did not understand what was happening. Lu Zhou looked at Gong Yuandu's white hair. Realization dawned on him before he softly said, "Fool."

"If I didn't, I would've died instantly." Gong Yuandu laughed again. He no longer drank the wine. His right hand was shaking. "Sometimes, there's nothing wrong with being a fool." Then, he lifted the wine jar and poured its contents into his mouth. The wine agitated his belly. However, he seemed to not be bothered by the discomfort. He was enjoying himself. It had been a long time since he had felt this way after he had entered the coffin. The sting of the wine made him feel human and alive.

Unfortunately, with every mouthful of wine, Gong Yuandu's completely white hair seemed to whiten even more if it was possible. The dirt fell off from his hair. His skin was so wrinkled that it no longer resembled skin. It would not be exaggerating to say it looked like tree bark. "Truth be told, when I attacked… I had a fleeting illusion that I could kill you," Gong Yuandu said with a chuckle.

"If I didn't have some matters to attend to, you would've been a dead man when we met at the Mausoleum of Swords," Lu Zhou said confidently.

Gong Yuandu nodded listlessly. He remembered the Seven Terminal Formation and his Demon Sword in the Mausoleum of Swords.

Lu Zhou could tame the Demon Sword and break the Seven Terminal Formation. Defeating Gong Yuandu was definitely a lesser feat.

"Brother Ji, you're older than I am and possess a much more profound cultivation base… Soon enough, you'll feel the same things I've felt," Gong Yuandu said with a chuckle, "Perhaps, all our seniors felt the same way as they looked for a breakthrough."

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Chapter 303 Farewell Beyond the Western Pass

Lu Zhou thought about Gong Yuandu's descriptions and recalled the sensation he felt while he was cultivating in seclusion. "The oldest mortal is only about 100 years old… Perhaps, cultivators are just a different kind of mortals."

Gong Yuandu glanced at Lu Zhou. His gaze slid across the white strands in Lu Zhou's hair and said, "That's a fresh way of explaining it, Brother Ji. You've changed… a lot."

They were old nemeses. In a way, old nemeses knew each other better than friends did.

Lu Zhou merely nodded ambiguously. He could never tell Gong Yuandu that he was actually another person from another world that was far away.

"You've changed as well," Lu Zhou said when he compared the person before him to the person in his memories. The Gong Yuandu o his memories was not an agreeable character.

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The mountain was too small for two tigers. Gong Yuandu was sinister, patient, and sly in nature. He could endure what most could not, hiding away for 100 years in the Mausoleum of Swords. How could he live under the same roof with another elite? Perhaps, a dying man was kinder. The current Gong Yuandu was nothing like his former self.

After three rounds of drinks, the sun was beginning to set.

The sunlight fell upon Gong Yuandu at just the right angle. He was enjoying himself very much. He looked at Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao who were standing nearby before looking at Duanmu Sheng, Little Yuan'er, and the others. Then, he surveyed the Evil Sky Pavilion. He said, "These two had a debate of swords with me…"

"Leng Luo," Leng Luo announced his own name again. Since Gong Yuandu was clearly not in peak condition, he thought, perhaps, Gong Yuandu's memory was not very good as well.

Initially, Pan Litian was just going to refer to himself as the old beggar. However, after giving it some thought, he said truthfully, "I'm Pan… Litian."

Gong Yuandu was slightly taken aback. He said, "The greatest elite of Clarity Sect… I remember you."

"I'm flattered."

"The former Sect Master Ren of the Clarity Sect had passed away. You fought against the eight elders, and I heard that you were injured. Then, you were rescued by the Fourth Prince and was brought to the borders, right?" Gong Yuandu regarded Pan Litian with a puzzled gaze.

The others looked at Pan Litian.

'Was this the reason why Pan Litian left the Clarity Sect?' "That's all in the past. There's no use in bringing them up now," Pan Litian said, waving his hand dismissively. It was also unimportant to ask how Gong Yuandu knew about this.

"Brother Ji, I must say that you're really skilled. You even managed to tame old men such as Leng Luo and Pan Litian… I'm impressed." After Gong Yuandu finished speaking, he coughed violently again. Although there was no blood, it seemed like his hair had whitened even more. He had aged tremendously in just a moment.

A person who had exhausted his blood and essence was the same as a person who had used up all of his life force in exchange for a short period boost in cultivation base through unconventional methods. Even Critical Heal could not help him now. Even if it could, Lu Zhou did not think he would use it on Gong Yuandu. After all, Gong Yuandu had intended to kill him with his shocking move earlier.

Gong Yuandu's gaze on Lu Zhou. His tone seemed different as he said, "It's almost time."

"Aren't you getting into the coffin?" Lu Zhou glanced at the coffin at the side. Initially, he planned to give Gong Yuandu another chance if he was willing to remain in the Evil Sky Pavilion. However, after hearing about the insights Gong Yuandu had gained in the Mausoleum of Swords, he knew it was impossible.

"It's alright." Gong Yuandu did not even look at the coffin as he shook his head. "I suddenly thought of a witchcraft spell. If someone wanted to reanimate my corpse… Let's just say 'I'd be dreadful to look at."

"You're right." Lu Zhou nodded and raised his wine cup.

Gong Yuandu's lips twitched. He chuckled and said, "You old geezer… Can't you say something nice for a change?"

A gust of wind began to blow…

Without the protection provided by the barrier, the movement of grass being blown by the wind could be felt in the Evil Sky Pavilion.

The rays of the setting sun turned crimson, making it seem as though there had been a bloodbath in the Evil Sky Pavilion.

Shhh!

A shocking scene unfolded.

Gong Yuandu's feet began to disintegrate into what seemed like grains of sand. It was as though he was a sand sculpture. "You like wine. You should have some more." Lu Zhou raised his cup.

"Sure." Gong Yuandu's voice was no longer hoarse. It sounded invigorated, young, and playful now. He had blocked the grand technique, Scram, with his dantian's sea of Qi. His sea of Qi that had sealed the energy within his body could no longer endure the strain. The wine traveled into his stomach. His feet were gone, scattering into the wind. The wind blew harder.

Everyone's attention was focused on Gong Yuandu at this moment.

His power returned to the surroundings while his Primal Qi returned to nature and dispersed with the wind.

"Nice wine…" Gong Yuandu lowered his wine cup. He placed both hands before himself. The pace of the disintegration was picking up.

""Any last words?".

"Forget it."

Lu Zhou shook his head. What could he say? He was from another world, after all. His familiarity with Gong Yuandu was from Ji Tiandao's memories. When he recalled everything that happened since he transmigrated, how he survived and resisted the ten great sects, and his hometown, a poem appeared in his mind. It seemed perfect for putting his complicated feelings into words. Hence, he said, "Have another cup of wine, my friend, for beyond the western pass shall be our farewell."

Lu Zhou raised his wine cup and emptied it.

Gong Yuandu drank his final cup of wine as well. He placed the cup on the table. A faint ripple of energy spread out, and his body scattered like grains of sand in the wind. When all that was left of him was his head, he asked, "Where's the western pass?" Alas, he did not manage to hear Lu Zhou's answer. He scattered along with the wind on Golden Court Mountain.

The seat across Lu Zhou was empty now.

Silence descended on the Evil Sky Pavilion once more.

After a moment of stillness, Lu Zhou rose to his feet with his hands on his back. He looked at the coffin and the damaged ground.

The others remained quiet. This was their master's nemesis.

Gong Yuandu had spent his blood and essence, reducing his lifespan by 100 years. Even if he did not challenge the Evil Sky Pavilion, he would have died anyway. Initially, he planned to die in the coffin. That way, he would be left with an intact corpse. Perhaps, he had gained some insight during their wine drinking session earlier and had changed his mind at the last minute.

"Clean this up," Lu Zhou calmly said.

"Understood."

When Lu Zhou entered the great hall, everyone followed after him.

The others bowed. "Pavilion Master." "Master."

Lu Zhou looked around himself and wondered aloud, "Mingshi Yin and Zhao Yue aren't here?"

Duanmu Sheng cupped his fists and said, "When you were cultivating in seclusion, Old Fourth had sent a letter… He said that he's in the Divine Capital and that he'd bring Junior Sister Zhao Yue back with him. Hence, he asked for more time."

"He can do as he wishes."

Duanmu Sheng retreated. Lu Zhou looked at Pan Litian, Leng Luo, and Hua Wudao. He looked at their white hair and wizened appearance. How awkward. It seemed like the Evil Sky Pavilion was slowly becoming a care home for the elderly.

Little Yuan'er was the only one who looked youthful and high-spirited…

Lu Zhou recalled the sight of Gong Yuandu scattering in the wind. He gave it some thought. He had the Reversal Cards so he was not worried. However, what about these people? "Pavilion Master, a letter from Jiang Aijian."

"Read it," Lu Zhou said.

"Old senior, the Righteous Sect has been wiped out by the Nether Sect. Zhang Yuanshan has gone missing. The Nether Sect's actions have been brought to the Imperial family's attention. Coincidentally, the concurrent disturbances in Anyang and Upper Prime City has resulted in the Imperial family being unable to spare any effort to deal with the Nether Sect. Also, your fourth and fifth disciples are safe in the Divine Capital. I'll look after them for you. Here's another piece of information, the Five Mice are dead. The one who killed them is your sixth disciple, Ye Tianxin."

After the letter was read, the great hall was plunged into silence.

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Chapter 304 Eldest Senior Brother's Ambition

The others were surprised. They had thought of various possibilities, but they did not think it would be Ye Tianxin. After all, when Ye Tianxin left the Evil Sky Pavilion, only a fraction of her cultivation base was recovered. It was even a problem for her to remain alive. How did she recover her cultivation base in such a short time?

Duanmu Sheng cupped his fists and said, "Master, the thing that happened to the Five Mice occurred while you were in secluded cultivation… We didn't dare bother you…"

"It's alright." The state Lu Zhuo was in while meditating on the Heavenly Writing while he was in his recent secluded cultivation was different. Even if he had been disturbed, he might not have woken up from the state he was in to deal with the matter.

Hua Wudao said, "Ye Tianxin is a disciple of the Evil Sky Pavilion to begin with. Although she had been banished, she's at least a lost lamb that has found its way back."

Leng Luo sighed and said, "It's my fault for being careless and ended up falling for Mo Li's tricks. I was even controlled by her…"

The others looked at Leng Luo in surprise. They did not expect the person formerly on the top of the blacklist would reflect on his past behavior. It was a rare sight. However, Leng Luo could not be blamed completely for this. The murderer of the Fairfolk, or also know as the Bai people, was the commander-in-chief of the three armies, Wei Zhuoyan. The real Wei Zhuoyan had died. The puppet master, Mo Li, remained hidden deep within the palace. She was also Leng Luo's archnemesis.

Lu Zhou glanced at the three elderly elders. They seemed exhausted from their sparring sessions with Gong Yuandu. Hence, he said, "Elders, you may return and rest."

The three of them cupped their fists at Lu Zhou. Without saying anything, they left the great hall.

The others remained where they were. They dared not leave without permission and awaited further instructions from Lu Zhou.

Little Yuan'er walked up to Lu Zhou and said, "Master, why don't I go and look for Senior Sister Tianxin?"

"There's no need for that." Lu Zhou glanced at her. His attitude was clear.

The others kept their mouths shut.

Inwardly, Lu Zhou thought to himself, 'All she did was kill the Five Mice… Does she think that she can curry favors with the Evil Sky Pavilion with just that? She dealt with the Five Mice, and she didn't even think about coming to see me. I can't possibly be the one to initiate contact with the rascal who cheated her master and denounced her ancestors. Impossible!'

Duanmu Sheng bowed and said, "Master, I'm slightly worried about Old Fourth. It's the Divine Capital, after all…"

Lu Zhou waved his hand and said, "I'm afraid that there's no place safer than within the palace these days. There's no need to worry."

"Understood."

If that were not the case, Lu Zhou would have ridden into the palace on Whitzard's back and taken Mo Li's wretched life. He would not have given her the chance to pull these stunts. Besides, Jiang Aijian was looking after them. There was not much of a problem.

Lu Zhou initially wanted to study the third technique, but when he remembered what Gong Yuandu said right before he died in front of the great hall, he sighed inwardly. He looked at his merit points as displayed on the system dashboard.

Gong Yuandu's death gave him 1,500 points. Clearly, he was the target with the highest reward.

'Is it true that the Nine-leaf stage can never be attained? Did nobody overcome the thousand-year limit since the beginning of time?' Although Gong Yuandu was his nemesis, they were still from the same generation, after all. He would be lying if he said he was not affected at all. He suddenly thought about the possibility of Ji Tiandao dying because he tried to attain the Nine-leaf stage and failed.

The Fairfolk, Cheng Huang, the secret to eternal life… The fishing of corpses from Measure Heaven River… He was not alone in searching for the secret to a prolonged life in this world…

In the beginning, Lu Zhou paid no attention to this issue because he had the Reversal Cards. However, in hindsight, Ji Tiandao's demise might not have been as simple as it had seemed. The system might not be enough to prevent him from repeating the same mistakes. Moreover, his disciples did not have Reversal Cards, and they would age one day. If his disciples died, who would collect merit points for him? With these thoughts in mind, he did not think he could rely on the system for a prolonged existence.

Lu Zhou thought about Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong as well. When the rascals left the Evil Sky Pavilion, they already possessed Eight-leaf cultivation bases. After all these years, with their talent, were they also searching for the secrets to attain the Nine-leaf stage and a long life just like Gong Yuandu?

'What are the secrets hidden between the Eight and Nine-leaf stages?'

"Bring Qin Jun here."

"Understood."

A moment later, Pan Zhong escorted Qin Jun into the great hall.

Qin Jun was the Prince of Qi, after all… When he entered the great hall and saw the crowd present, he was so nervous that he broke out in sweat. He trembled, at a loss for words. He cupped his fists stiffly. "Old mister…"

"What kind of shameful tasks did you carry out for Yu Zhenghai in the past?" Lu Zhou asked.

"Spill it!" Little Yuan'er barked.

Qin Jun had regained his calm when he was startled by Little Yuan'er again. He retreated slightly. He hastily waved his hands. "Old mister, there must've been a misunderstanding… I've never helped Sect Master Yu carry out any shameful tasks! He was a guest in my mansion thrice. Every time he was there, he wanted to take a stroll in the Divine Capital. All I ever did was pass him some pieces of information. However, there was never any mention of the Evil Sky Pavilion. Please investigate this matter, old mister!"

"What kind of information?" Lu Zhou asked.

"They were about the Imperial guards and the Ten Terminal Formation. There's also the situation in Anyang and Upper Prime City. And… and…" Qin Jun scratched his head. "About the five princes."

"Princes?"

"I'm not sure why he's interested in the princes as well," Qin Jun said.

"Go on." Lu Zhou's attitude was clear. 'Tell me everything you know and hold nothing back.'

The Evil Sky Pavilion had helped Qin Jun after all. Naturally, he knew about the rules and reputation of the Evil Sky Pavilion. He dared not conceal anything as he said earnestly, "That's right… The last time Sect Master Yu was in the Divine Capital was a month ago. He said that he would fight Senior Sword Devil. Apart from that, he didn't say anything else, I swear to the heavens!"

Lu Zhou stroked his beard as he thought about this. It seemed that the Prince of Qi's value ended here. He had already guessed Yu Zhenghai's ambition from the start. Clearly, Yu Zhenghai was making preparations for the future by learning about the Imperial guards and the Ten Terminal Formation. The disturbances in Anyang and Upper Prime City must have had something to do with him.

"Is he going to fight Yu Shangrong?"

"Mister First and Mister Second are disciples of the Evil Sky Pavilion. Their cultivation bases surpassed their elders and dazzled their peers. Perhaps, people of talent appreciate one another and want to see who's superior," Qin Jun said.

The iron rule of the Evil Sky Pavilion was infighting was strictly prohibited.

When they were both with the Evil Sky Pavilion in the past, they respected each other. Why would they turn into enemies after they left?

"When and where?" Lu Zhou asked.

"I think it's four months from now. As for the location, I truly have no idea."

The two of them were terrifying villains. Nobody could possibly know where they were going to have their showdown.

Lu Zhou stood up slowly and walked down the steps. He looked at Qin Jun and asked, "Do you know Yu Zhenghai's true cultivation base, then?"

Qin Jun did not dare to meet Lu Zhou's eyes. He only shook his head. A person's cultivation base was regarded as a matter of privacy. It was normal for him to not be privy to it. "Forget it." Lu Zhou waved his sleeve. "That's all for today."

"I'll take my leave."

"I'll be taking my leave, master."

After the others left, Lu Zhou turned around and called up the system dashboard.

Merit points: 1,500. 'I'm desolately poor.'

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Chapter 305 I Shall Properly Instruct All Of You In The Future

Everything was related to merit points. If he was so poor that he could not even feed himself, how was he supposed to purchase avatars and improve his realm?

Lu Zhou had always been thinking of bringing the rascals back, but the problem was that the three remaining rascals were each a handful.

Old Seventh was clearly inflicted by the Binding Mantra and had lost his cultivation base. However, he stubbornly remained hidden. Even with Mingshi Yin's capabilities, he could not bring him back. Clearly, capturing him was a difficult task. His current cultivation base was not even comparable to Mingshi Yin's.

Lu Zhou had the third technique, but he did not know what it was. However, what surprised him was the grand technique, Scram, that he had unleashed earlier only depleted half of his extraordinary power. In other words, the Open Heavenly Writing scroll had given him a third technique and also increased his extraordinary power. As for Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong, there was no need to compare himself to them. Lu Zhou was certain both of them had an Eight-leaf cultivation base.

Lu Zhou stood up. 'I'll have to improve my cultivation base… It's not just that, I'll have to improve my disciples' cultivation bases as well. After all, I can only capture those rascals with a profound cultivation base… and approach the secret of the Nine-leaf stage.'

"Yuan'er." Lu Zhou projected his voice.

Little Yuan'er liked to cultivate in the vicinity. When she heard her master's voice, she appeared inside the great hall like a bolt of lightning. "Master! I'm here!" She did not even kneel. She was hopping around with a wide grin on her face.

Lu Zhou said calmly, "Where are your manners? Behave yourself."

Little Yuan'er pouted and felt aggrieved. She said, "Master, I haven't made any mistakes lately!"

"Don't be so sure about that," Lu Zhou said with his hands on his back.

"Huh?"

"You're all grown up now. You can't act like a child anymore… Someday, you'll have to be independent," Lu Zhou said sincerely.

"Oh." In the past, she never practiced restraint and would immediately threaten to kill another person's family at the slightest provocation.

Times were different now. The hearts of the people in the cultivation world were unpredictable. Danger lurked in every corner. If she were to behave like a child forever, she would never be able to stand on her own two feet.

"Summon your Third Senior Brother here."

"Right away."

A short while later, Duanmu Sheng entered the great hall with Little Yuan'er.

Currently, they were the only disciples in the Evil Sky Pavilion.

Lu Zhou had decided to let Zhu Honggong, Old Eighth, reflect on his actions in the Cave of Reflection.

"Master!" Duanmu Sheng bowed.

Lu Zhou looked at the two of them and said, "How's the cultivation of your Divine One Technique coming along?"

"I'm making progress even though I feel its progress is slow."

"What about you, Yuan'er?"

"Master, I'm feeling fine… I feel like I'm going to sprout a new leaf soon." Little Yuan'er wore an eager expression on her face as though she was waiting to be praised.

Lu Zhou was speechless. With their mind-boggling talent, was there truly a need for him to instruct them? However, his expression remained unchanged as he said, "I'll properly teach all of you in the future."

When Duanmu Sheng and Little Yuan'er heard this, they grinned in delight.

"Thank you, master!" both of them said in unison.

Early the next morning.

In a certain gazebo of the Evil Sky Pavilion.

The gazebo sat on a wide empty land below. It was a scenic place that was also suitable for cultivation, which was suitable for cultivation as well.

Lu Zhou sat inside the gazebo. He looked at Duanmu Sheng and Little Yuan'er who were standing below.

"You can go first." Lu Zhou pointed at Duanmu Sheng. "Demonstrate one round of the Divine One Technique without using your Primal Qi."

"Yes, master." Duanmu Sheng struck his palm out. The Overlord Spear flew into his hand, and he began to demonstrate his technique.

The nine disciples of the Evil Sky Pavilion had a reputation in the outside world. Everyone was curious about the treatment of the patriarch to his disciples.

When the others in the Evil Sky Pavilion heard that Lu Zhou suddenly wanted to teach his disciples, they hurried over and observed from afar. This was especially true of the three elders. They were conscious of their statuses. They wanted to look, but they did not want to stand alongside their juniors. Hence, they stood together and observed from the other side. They were curious as well.

"Come in, all of you." Lu Zhou waved his sleeve and beckoned the three elders to join him. They were the elders of the Evil Sky Pavilion, after all.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master."

Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao walked into the gazebo. They looked down.

Duanmu Sheng was brandishing his spear in a valiant manner. His thrusts were forceful and domineering! They could clearly see the execution of his skills.

A moment later, Duanmu Sheng was done. He spoke confidently, "Master, I'm done.

Lu Zhou looked at the three elders and said, "What do you think, elders?"

"Pavilion Master, we're only elders. We wouldn't dare to overstep our bounds and instruct your disciples." Hua Wudao hastily cupped his hands.

It was one thing to instruct them on other days. In a setting such as this, they had to exercise restraint. After all, Duanmu Sheng was not their disciple.

In truth, Lu Zhou did not mind. However, he decided not to push it if they were unwilling to teach his disciple. It would have been a waste if he could not earn merit points from this.

Lu Zhou stood up and walked to the edge of the gazebo. He pushed his palm out… A miniature golden shining palm print shot out. Then, he said, "Don't dodge."

Bam!

The palm print landed on Duanmu Sheng's leg. He did not move and took the blow squarely.

Lu Zhou's palm print was not too powerful. He merely meant to test Duanmu Sheng. "Your foundation is alright…"

Duanmu Sheng was about to thank Lu Zhou when Lu Zhou continued to say, "However, you were too impatient in your attacks, and you put too much force behind your strikes.

He could tell that much from Duanmu Sheng's exchanges with his opponents.

Leng Luo and the others nodded. In truth, they knew where Duanmu Sheng's problems lay. It was related to his personality. Although he was highly talented, he was still a junior when compared to these old seniors. It was not difficult for a teacher to notice his students' problems. Moreover, these were a bunch of old seniors with terrifying cultivation bases.

Lu Zhou had 1,000 years' worth of Ji Tiandao's memories. Although part of it was lost, it was not something ordinary men could hope to compare to.

Duanmu Sheng scratched his head after listening to Lu Zhou's words. His back was straight, he did not dare to move.

Lu Zhou said, "You are to train under the waterfall behind the mountain for six hours each day for three months."

"Yes, master!" Duanmu Sheng did not seem unwilling. In fact, he seemed delighted. After all, his master was not like this in the past. Previously, his master would rain fists on them and educate them through violence. Currently, not only did his master suppress his temper to teach them, but he even taught them the correct cultivation method. How could he not be happy?

"Ding! Instructing Duanmu Sheng Reward: 300 merit points."

When Lu Zhou heard the notification from the system, his suspicions were confirmed. Before this, he earned merit points by disciplining his disciples. Now, he would have to teach them.

When he instructed Little Yuan'er in the beginning, he had been awarded with merit points. Now that he thought about it, he had been seeking far and wide for something that was close at hand.

"That's a brilliant method, Pavilion Master. It's indeed a great way to train one's endurance and spear skills in a waterfall."

"Looks like the Evil Sky Pavilion's disciples aren't powerful for no reason."

"I'm enlightened," Leng Luo said in a low voice.

Lu Zhou looked at the three of them suspiciously. He was hoping that they would give their opinions as well. He supposed that the Old Age Pavilion would be more aptly named if it was called the Old Age Kiss-Ass Pavilion.

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng were visibly envious at this scene. Even the masters in the Clarity and Heavenly Sword Sects did not personally teach their disciples…

"Use your Primal Qi… Do it again," Lu Zhou said.

"Yes, master!"

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Chapter 306 Terrifying Talents

Duanmu Sheng was inherently fierce. Without using his Primal Qi, his movements seemed restricted so he felt unsatisfied. With the crowd watching him, he could not unleash his complete strength. However, now that he heard his master's order, he was, naturally, eager to comply. The Overlord Spear easily flew into his palm. He tightened his grip.

Bam!

Energy flowed out between Duanmu Sheng's fingers.

At this sight, the female cultivators widened their eyes that contained hints of reverence. Even Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng, both talented men, were in awe and impressed by the display.

The outsiders focused on the fanfare while the insiders observed the inner workings. The four old men in the gazebo were shaking their heads.

At this moment, Duanmu Sheng continued demonstrating his Divine One Technique.

Energy shot across the plaza below the gazebo and spread into the surroundings.

Duanmu Sheng seemed to have unleashed every single move with all his might. "Little Junior Sister, get back!"

Duanmu Sheng shot into the air and did a flip before he dove down with his spear in hand.

Upon seeing this, Hua Wudao frowned. "Imperfect Divine Intervention?" He had frequently sparred with Duanmu Sheng. He knew about every one of Duanmu Sheng's moves.

The Imperfect Divine Intervention was the most powerful move of the Divine One Technique. Lu Zhou himself had used this skill to kill hundreds of cultivators from the ten great sects. He had used that technique while his Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar was activated and after he had gathered a vast amount of Primal Qi.

However, it was unprecedented the way Duanmu Sheng had executed the technique by diving down. After all, there was no way one's enemy would stay put.

However, when Hua Wudao remembered this was only a demonstration, he decided there was no need to make a fuss about it now. The attack landed. Thousands upon thousands of spear shadows appeared at the spear's tip before they quickly merged into one. He spiraled as he advanced.

Bam!

The Overlord Spear stabbed into the ground. He completed his demonstration with this closing act.

Duanmu Sheng took to the air and flipped again before he slowly descended onto the ground. "Master, I've completed my demonstration."

Nearby, Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng clapped their hands.

The female cultivators joined in as well.

Meanwhile, in the gazebo, Lu Zhou's expression was calm. He stroked his beard as he glanced at the three elders and said, "What do you think? Feel free to say whatever is on your mind." He was worried they would behave in the same way they did before so he quickly preempted it by adding the last sentence.

Hua Wudao seemed to have the most thoughts. He cupped his fists and said, "May 1?"

"Go ahead."

"It's flashy, but ultimately, hollow." Hua Wudao's appraisal was short. "That's all."

Duanmu Sheng was puzzled.

So were Pan Zhong, Zhou Jifeng, and the female cultivators.

Lu Zhou looked at Leng Luo.

Leng Luo got the message. He stood up and walked to the edge of the gazebo. He looked at the Overlord Spear that was embedded in the ground. Then, he shook his head and said, "Unnecessary display of brute strength."

Duanmu Sheng was even more puzzled.

Lu Zhou looked at Pan Litian.

Pan Litian raised his wine gourd, took a sig, and said, "Superficial effort."

Duanmu Sheng's cheeks felt hot. He was embarrassed. However, he did not know where he had made a mistake. He could only muster up his courage and bow as he waited for his master's appraisal.

The three elders returned to their seats after giving their opinions. At the same time, they looked at Lu Zhou's expression.

Lu Zhou was calm. He was not offended by their unfavorable comments.

Lu Zhou looked at Duanmu Sheng's Overlord Spear. He asked, "Did you hear what the three elders said?"

"I… I did."

Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "You haven't mastered the Divine One Technique's skills, and yet, you're trying to devise a new skill on your own?"

Duanmu Sheng's face reddened in shame. He dared not speak. Was his master going to jump down from the gazebo and start hitting him?

"Do you remember the last time I demonstrated the Imperfect Divine Intervention above the Evil Sky Pavilion?" Lu Zhou asked.

"I do."

"Train with that in mind. You'll pass when you can break the Six Compatible Seal," Lu Zhou said.

Hua Wudao was taken aback. An ominous feeling suddenly rose in his heart. "Yes, master. I'll surely master the Imperfect Divine Intervention!" Duanmu Sheng said as he cupped his fists.

"That'll be all."

"Understood."

Duanmu Sheng stomped, and the Overlord Spear dislodged itself from the ground.

"Ding! Instructed Duanmu Sheng. Reward: 300 merit points."

Lu Zhou was surprised to find that he had earned merit points again. It was the duty of the teacher to address the pupil's problems. Perhaps, this was what a master should do.

At this moment, a gust of violent wind blew through the mountains.

Lu Zhou looked at the skies.

Indeed, the wind was getting stronger.

Hua Wudao cupped his fists. "Pavilion Master, the Golden Court Mountain's barrier has vanished… If this goes on, I'm afraid the Noble Path won't be able to hold themselves back."

Leng Luo shook his head disapprovingly and said, "I disagree."

"Hm?"

"The pavilion master has defeated the Heavenly Sword Sect on the Lotus Dais before this and saved many cultivators. I'm sure news about this has spread in the cultivation world. The Noble Path has made too many mistakes because of their shortsightedness that stemmed from coveting the Evil Sky Pavilion's treasures. Now that the barrier's gone… would you rush up the mountain, if it were you?" Leng Luo asked.

Pan Litian chuckled and said, "Old Hua, you're from the Yun Sect. You should understand the Noble Path's way better…"

Hua Wudao nodded and sighed.

Lu Zhou knew what the so-called way of the Noble Path was. Whether it was during the first or second siege, the Noble Path liked to rally under the banner of a punitive expedition against the Fiend Path. This time, it would not be an exception.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said apathetically, "They're merely rats. As long as I'm around, nobody will step on the Evil Sky Pavilion's head." Although he had spoken with no inflection in his tone, his words radiated unquestionable power.

Even the three elders who were conscious of their positions felt that.

Pan Litian sighed and said, "The Clarity, Heavenly Sword, and Righteous Sects have been wiped out. Even if they were to come, they would have to think things through."

The others nodded.

"Master, I'm here!" Little Yuan'er stood in the center of the field, drawing attention to herself.

The four of them ended their discussion about the barrier and looked at Little Yuan'er.

Leng Luo said, "Cloud Feather Raiment."

"Cloud Treading Boots," Pan Litian added. "Nirvana Sash," Hua Wudao chimed in.

They sighed in unison.

The things that some spent their entire lives searching for were simply dropped into someone else's lap. Comparison would only make one feel bitter. Not only was Little Yuan'er terrifyingly talented, but she possessed many rare treasures as well. Lu Zhou looked at Little Yuan'er, nodded, and said, "Begin your demonstration."

Little Yuan'er nodded eagerly, and she began her demonstration.

Her moves, footing, and punches flowed with extreme ease. They were practically flawless. This was especially true of her Seven Stars Cloud Treading Steps. The first-rate footwork was enhanced by the Cloud Treading Boots. If she unleashed it with her Primal Qi, only her shadow would have been visible.

As Little Yuan'er continued her demonstration, the others looked on in awe.

"Master, I'm done!" Little Yuan'er awaited her master's praise with a delighted and eager expression on her face.

Just like before, Lu Zhou was in no hurry to comment. Instead, he looked at the three elders. "What do you think?"

Leng Luo was the first to speak. "The Supreme Purity Jade Slip?"

"Yes," Little Yuan'er replied.

Leng Luo turned to Lu Zhou, cupped his fists, and said, "There's one thing that I would like to clarify with you, Pavilion Master."

"What is it?" Lu Zhou would not be surprised if his disciples asked for guidance. However, when one of the three elders turned to him for guidance, he suddenly felt like a teacher.

Leng Luo asked, "Since the Supreme Purity Jade Slip mainly cultivates one's bodily movements, footwork, and punches… Why doesn't she cultivate the Invisibility Technique? You're able to unleash the Great Nine Cuts Hand Seals during the battle with the Ten Shamans. Cultivating Dao Invisibility should be nothing."

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