Moreover, considering Wanyan Zuoquan's deanor toward that mysterious white-haired man, Wanyan Heng felt sowhat unsure how to deal with the person from the Sword Sect who had appeared at Jinzu Court. Leaning close to Wanyan Xing's ear, he whispered, "Elder brother, let's not stir up trouble. This place is not like the Western Wasteland; we should leave."
Xiao Ruoching, however, raised her hand, pointing a sword at Wanyan Xing's throat, her brows tightly knit. In a cold voice, she said, "That person from the Sword Sect—is it soone with silver hair, accompanied by a white-haired man?"
Wanyan Xing, with a sword thus pointed at him by Xiao Ruoching, imdiately scowled. He pushed Wanyan Heng aside, narrowed his eyes, and spoke in a low voice, "Woman, you dare point a sword at ? It has been many years since anyone has dared to do such a thing to ."
The standoff naturally caught the attention of other visitors at Jinzu Court. Never mind the two sturdy n; the beauty of the three won was a sight rarely seen in this world. A deacon from the Buddha Gate witnessed the scene and hurriedly made his way over. When he was rely a dozen steps from the three won, he suddenly felt a stifling aura of Spiritual Energy suffusing the area.
Yet, he mustered his courage, clasped his hands in greeting, and said with a sowhat trembling voice, "Esteed patrons, this is a sacred place of the Buddha Gate where fighting and causing trouble are forbidden. I hope you two will wait a mont for the temple's elders to arrive..."
These feeble words, however, were like droplets falling into an ocean, causing not the slightest ripple.
Wanyan Xing, his eyes blazing, stared at Xiao Ruoching. Killing soone on Buddha Gate's turf? They wouldn't dare. But a restrained match... I could certainly give that a try. Especially against soone from the Sword Sect!
He was a direct disciple of Wanyan Zuoquan, the State Preceptor of the Western Wasteland, and a prodigy cultivator from the Wanyan family—one of the top aristocratic families in the Western Wasteland. His journey in cultivation could be described as smooth sailing. At just over three hundred years old, he had already stepped into the Dao Integration Realm, a level equivalent to that of Qi cultivators in the Twenty-One Provinces.
His reputation was great in the Western Wasteland, but here in the Twenty-One Provinces, he was rather unknown. In terms of fa, he could not even begin to compare with the woman standing before him.
Wanyan Xing was pleased, but he was no fool.
At her young age, a mber of the Sword Sect, and already in the Dao Integration Realm... After so thought, he could more or less guess the identity of the woman before him. The Underworld Sword Sect's Head Disciple of No-Sword Peak, Xiao Ruoching!
However, reputation doesn't necessarily equate to power; or rather, fa can't fully asure a person's strength. So people have well-deserved reputations, like Su Bei from the Sword Sect centuries ago, or Shangguan Bie Li of the Sword Sect from a thousand years past. Their fa, enough to shake the world, was earned through countless bloody battles, built upon veritable mountains of bones—truly warranted. Others, however, have inflated reputations that their actual substance belies. This Xiao Ruoching before is an example. Riding on the coattails of the fa Su Bei established, presenting herself as the impressive Head Disciple of No-Sword Peak, yet she has few actual accomplishnts to her na.
Against this woman, also hailed as the number one prodigy of the Twenty-One Provinces, I'm confident I could shatter her longsword within ten punches, assuming we're at the sa cultivation realm!
But this place is Jinzu Court, after all. And that abbot, Wu Ji... even my own master, Wanyan Zuoquan, is sowhat wary of him. I can't act too recklessly. Still... one punch! If I can defeat her with a single punch, I'll make a huge na for myself here in Jinzu Court! Then, it would be only natural for to succeed Wanyan Zuoquan as State Preceptor, and I wouldn't have to fear the wagging tongues of those people in the Western Wasteland.
Wanyan Xing narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Xiao Ruoching, his palm opening and closing, ready to strike.
But just as he was about to make his move, a cold sweat broke out on his back. The next mont, an old man with a long beard appeared behind him, clapping a hand onto his shoulder.
Wanyan Xing swallowed, glanced at the elder behind him, then bowed his head and said, "Master."
Wanyan Zuoquan was sowhat displeased. He had only been gone for a mont, and these two had already caused trouble. Fortunately, he had arrived in ti. Otherwise, if a real fight had broken out, his status as a Wilderness Cultivator would have indeed led to considerable hassle.
"If my disciple has offended Miss Xiao in any way, I hope you can be patient with him."
It was then that Li Zijun, who had been silent until now, stepped forward. She looked indifferently at the elder before her, her gaze then falling upon the sheathed blade at Wanyan Heng's waist. She slowly said, "If I rember correctly, this blade is an imperial sword bestowed by the Western Wasteland Royal Court. Only seven such swords exist in the world today. Currently, the only ones worthy of being granted this blade are the Left and Right State Preceptors, the Four Princes, and the Western Wasteland Crown Prince. Since you are wearing this imperial sword, you must be one of them, so..."
Li Zijun did not elaborate further, knowing that everyone present was intelligent enough to understand. So things are best left unsaid.
A hint of surprise flickered in Wanyan Zuoquan's eyes. With just a few words, she's already figured out most of my identity! These Sword Sect people are truly not simple. He put aside his underestimation and said with a faint smile, "This young lady certainly has a keen eye. Just now, I also encountered two individuals from the Sword Sect. One of them should be Miss Mo Li of the Sword Sect. Then, you three must be the other Direct Disciples from No-Sword Peak, invited to Jinzu Court today... What? Does the Sword Sect perhaps have so designs on the succession of the Eastern Country's throne?"
By now, Wanyan Zuoquan had a new suspicion about the white-haired man's identity—a guess so shocking it startled even him. If it's as I suspect... if Su Bei, the one who ended the Blood Calamity, has awakened... then what about Ji Nanjue, the Eastern Emperor who was buried with him? If that's true... it could bring countless troubles for all of the Western Wasteland's upcoming deploynts.
Xiao Ruoching got straight to the point. "Could the elderly gentleman inform Xiao Mou where Little Sister Mo has gone?"
Wanyan Zuoquan looked aningfully at the three won before replying directly, "She went in the direction of the Scripture Forward Hall. Well then, I shall not disturb you ladies any further..."
Saying this, he gestured towards the Scripture Forward Hall, then turned and departed.
Xiao Ruoching exchanged glances with the other two won, then turned and hurried swiftly towards the Scripture Forward Hall.
Su Bei pulled Mo Li along, constantly weaving through rows of bookshelves, searching for the books he wanted. Mo Li followed patiently by his side, helping him choose.
"Li Er, what do you think of this one? Would it suit your master?"
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