Chapter 28: The Primeval Realm
There was a loud explosion.
Zhong Xiu flew powerlessly backwards into the corner, his lavender longsword fluttering limply upwards, slanting into the beam above him.
His face was covered in tiny beads of blood, his greenish lips trembled slightly, and as he looked at the countless cracks that had blossomed on his left arm, his eyes were all bewilderment and despair.
That was the bewilderment and despair after being crushed by a completely irresistible and powerful realm.
At the same time.
Tang Qiu was also flying backwards in a miserable manner, his green-colored greatsword having been directly bent and twisted by a terrifying force, falling to the ground like a twisted steel bar.
The wind and rain suddenly quieted.
The drenched Zhang Nan was like a fat fish that had been fished out of the water and thrown on the ground, his mouth open and dying of thirst, but he was too desperate to make a sound.
Tang Meng dust's hand is still raised, through his holes in the sleeve, can clearly see two blue-colored square box. And at this moment, his eyes were staring tightly at the tip of the white ram's horn like sword, also filled with bewilderment and despair.
All of them froze in place.
The swords in some people's hands were dripping blood, some people's bodies were dripping blood, yet all of them stopped completely because of this sword.
It was just one sword.
A single sword slashed down from above, and it smashed butterflies and shattered huge waves.
Countless footsteps resounded in the hallway, surging towards this quiet room.
As if demolishing a room, countless holes were instantly added to the doors, windows, and walls of this quiet room.
Looking at the holes outside the crowded a cold figure, looking at the window opposite the eaves of the roof flashed layer after layer of cold light, the thirsty fat fish in general Zhang Nan finally almost wailed, "How is it possible! You clearly have just said that you don't want to get involved with any nobleman, how could you possibly have a great cultivator from the White Sheep Cave by your side, and how could you possibly invite such a cultivator!"
......
Zhang Nan's cries represented the hearts of the vast majority of people in this room at the moment.
The tip of the white ram's horn like sword was disappearing like it was melting, and the entire sword, was slowly, strangely melting away in the white-haired old man's hand as if it was being retrieved from his body.
This would represent the sixth realm of a cultivator, the Realm of the Essence!
The first realm was Tongxuan, the second realm was Qi Refining, the third realm was True Yuan, the fourth realm was Melting Yuan, the fifth realm was Divine Thought, the sixth realm was Benevolent Destiny, the seventh realm was Moving Mountain, the eighth realm was Enlightenment, and the ninth realm was Eternal Life.
Cultivation to the fifth realm of the Divine Nihilism realm, the true essence and the heaven and earth yuan qi triggered by the cultivator's own changes, will make the cultivator's thoughts greatly enhanced, to this realm, can be used to control the true essence of the thoughts of the realm to store attached to the top of some unique instruments, such as flying swords, such as talismans.
Wherever one's thoughts go, the flying sword will arrive, and the talisman will arrive.
This naturally represents and the fourth realm very different speed and power, more than countless unimaginable flexible and versatile means of confrontation, God and ghosts are unpredictable.
For Zhang Nan and others, although they know that there are many practitioners above the Sixth Realm in Changling City, however, on weekdays, with their class, they have never seen the real practitioners above the Sixth Realm, and they have never seen the power of the real Benthic Objects.
Fifth realm practitioners can still be common as long as they want to see, but the sixth realm practitioners, but want to see can not see.
Between these two realms, it can even be said that it is the watershed between the real powerful people and ordinary people, the watershed between the real dragon and the fish and shrimp.
This was exactly where Zhang Nan was most puzzled and most desperate.
Cultivators who could reach the sixth realm and cultivate their own life, weren't they all officials who held important positions in the dynasty, or figures at the level of Zhenshan Elder or Patriarch in various cultivation sects?
Such characters were even those that would attract the attention of those two prime ministers in the dynasty, and how could they possibly personally strike out for Wang Taixu!
How could this be possible!
......
No one cared about his cries.
The white-haired old man who had already completely decided the pattern here today as soon as he revealed his realm also seemed to have not heard Zhang Nan's cries at all.
Wang Taixu also didn't care about Zhang Nan's cries.
He turned his body sideways and without the slightest expression of triumph, looked at the three people behind him whose faces were becoming increasingly pale.
These three were all brothers who had been born to die with him, yet just now, these three were cooperating with the enemy to kill him.
Under Fang Cai's violent sneak attack, these three people had already seriously injured the two people beside them.
So at this moment, the snow-white longsword in one person's hand was still dripping blood.
"Why?"
Wang Taixu's gaze fell on the blood dripping longsword on this person.
"Li Xueqing, back then, it was me who personally bought you from the hands of a slave trader, even this Snowflake Sword of yours, I helped you get it with great difficulty, why are you trying to kill me?"
"Tell me why, tell me the real reason."
Seeing that this young cultivator remained silent, Wang Taixu calmly and seriously continued, "Even if it's just to satisfy my curiosity, as long as you tell me the real reason, I can guarantee that I will treat your family members well, and I can even tell them that you died to protect me."
Hearing these words from Wang Taixu, this young cultivator holding a snow-white long sword smiled miserably and said, "It's just that there was a girl who was a good match from one of the other buildings that fell into their hands, and that's why I did something to apologize to big brother."
After saying this he fell to his knees towards Wang Taixu.
There was a soft snort, the long sword in his hand had been inverted when he knelt down, and at the moment a tip of the sword came through from his back, and blood instantly covered his entire back.
"Many thanks."
A bearded middle-aged man sighed, first cupped his fists and said thanks sincerely to Wang Taixu, then said, "I want to kill you because I have done some things in the past that I am sorry for my brothers in the gang, earlier in the year, the daughter-in-law of the three Liu brothers was raped and killed, and that was a big mistake that I made once when I was drunk, only this old account was somehow turned over by them, and I was confused for a moment, and as a result, I made a bigger mistake. I was confused, and as a result, I made an even bigger mistake."
After saying that, this bearded middle-aged man directly poked his hand at his heart vein, and then his entire palm didn't go into his chest, and he collapsed backward with a face full of guilt.
There was also a white-faced man who was about the same age as Wang Taixu, looking at the blood all over the ground, he sighed softly and said, ''I was thinking that I would be better off as the master of the two-story building, plus I had no confidence in you. Now I yet know that I still underestimated you."
After saying that he also made a deep bow towards Wang Taixu, and a long sword in his hand backhandedly stabbed into his body.
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Jianghu naturally has the rules of Jianghu.
Knowing that there was absolutely no reason to be spared, Tang Xiao and Tang Mengchen looked at each other and each reached out to slice across their necks.
This was a much more gruesome way to die, scarlet blood with body temperature spraying wildly in the air in silky streams.
The splattered blood froth even stained half of Zhang Nan's body red.
"You can not have to die."
Yet Wang Taixu was looking at him and said this.
Zhang Nan's fat flesh trembled like waves as he looked at Wang Taixu with disbelief, fearing that Wang Taixu was just intentionally igniting a little bit of his hope and then ruthlessly extinguishing it, making himself suffer even more before he died.
"Enough people have died tonight, I don't want my brothers outside to have to fight another bloody battle with your men ambushed outside."
Wang Taixu seemed to be a bit tired as he closed his eyes and remained silent for a few breaths of time before continuing, "But since Zhong Xiu just took a shot at me, he must die... As for your Thunderstorm Hall's business in the Southern City, if you can't cover it with him missing, it will be covered by our two-tiered building, and we'll only take up 20% of your business. From now on, you are also considered a grasshopper on the same rope as us, I hope that you will remember what I said and my position today."
Hearing such words, Zhang Nan finally stopped shivering constantly, and his eyes finally had anger in them.
On the other hand, Zhong Xiu, who had crashed down in the corner of the wall like a butterfly with broken wings, let out a mournful hiss of unwillingness as his back slammed hard against the wall behind him, and in an instant, his entire body accompanied by countless shattered bricks and wood shot backward.
Wang Taixu didn't even frown.
He didn't even look at Zhong Xiu who rushed out.
The thick night color suddenly resounded with countless mournful air-breaking sounds, followed by countless sounds of gold and iron entering flesh, and the sound of heavy objects crashing hard to the ground.
He waved his hand at Zhang Nan, who was almost paralyzed, and said in an even lower tone, "Now you can walk out, tell all your people that you're still alive and well, take them away, and then remember what you have to do next."
"I only know that it's some big shot in the military, but who exactly is completely unknown." Zhang Nan hissed this sentence as he grabbed the door and walked out.
Fatty Zhang, who originally wanted to take up a few percent of the business on the two floors, but ended up losing 20% of the business and a powerful cultivator guard instead, this Jianghu lord figure who usually shakes many streets and alleys with a stomp of his foot, was so weak that he almost rolled down the stairs a few times as he was descending the stairs.
Instead of the blood all over the ground that scared his guts, it was the white-haired old man's domineering and unparalleled insta-sword strike.
"Thank you Mr. Du for your great kindness."
Behind him, Wang Taixu, who had risen even higher in one fell swoop and would surely hold an extraordinary position amongst the cityscape of Changling in the future, bowed deeply to the white-haired old man who sat motionless.
"This person you chose is not bad, if it was in normal times, perhaps I would have let him enter." The white-haired old man, on the other hand, merely returned this sentence indifferently, and after glancing at Ding Ning, he too stood up and rose to leave.
"I survived."
Wang Taixu watched the old man leave, then turned his head to look at Ding Ning earnestly, saying softly with infinite emotion, "So from today onwards, you are already a student of the White Sheep Cave."
Ding Ning shook his head and whispered to himself, "It's that simple?"
Was it that simple?
If it didn't happen to be the case that the White Sheep Cave had angered the Empress Clan and was going to be forced to merge into the Green Vine Sword Academy in the near future, and if it wasn't the case that this old Mr. Du had already received the grace of the saint's permission to return to his hometown in his old age.
If not for the fact that practitioners also want to live as comfortably as possible for the rest of their lives, if not for the fact that they don't have to care about what some people in the imperial court think anyway... How could this White Sheep Cave's number one figure possibly step in to help himself out with a problem like this?
It was something that had cost a lot and was very complicated.
It was just that Wang Taixu didn't understand what was going on in Ding Ning's mind, and the blood on the ground had already made him too tired, so he just smiled wearily and didn't explain anything more, just thinking that sometimes living was, indeed, very tiring.
