World of Cultivation - Volume 05 - Charge Out of the Ancient Battlefield

by Fang Xiang

  She was in a hurry to support Zuo Mo. There was no other thought in her heart, and she gradually entered the perfect state.

  Cang Ze had woken up a bit earlier than Nan Yue. He had not cultivated [Grey Scar Art] to the point he forgot his surroundings like Nan Yue did. It was the opposite. He had a sense of everything that was happening outside. Seeing Daren protecting them, he felt grateful. Even though he knew that this would offend people, he did not hesitate.

  [South Sky Arrow Art]! [Grey Scar Art]!

  Two sets of yao arts that had once dominated, and been lost through time. They were like a sword that had the dust brushed off, the sharp edges appeared in front of the world again.

  Just like the glory of three thousand years ago!

  Chapter 376: We Need Real Combat!

  Nan Yue and Cang Ze instantly intimidated the crowd of yao.

  The purple vine arrows were as quick as lightning. No yao was able to dodge. The purple lights tore apart the air. The grey green streaks were full of transformations. They were like assassins wearing face-skin masks that could not be predicted or defended against. In the blink of an eye, the murderous ambushers all turned to white light and disappeared.

  No spectator dared to move.

  They may not be like Ming Jue Zi and realized with a glance that what Nan Yue and Cang Ze were using were high-level yao arts but they were able to see that the two yao arts were unique. Nan Yue and Cang Ze had been staying inside the illusory formation. The yao had been focused on Zuo Mo and none of them had noticed them.

  Their sudden appearance, and their lightning attacks afterwards extinguished the thoughts of some yao that wanted to benefit from the chaos.

  Nan Yue panted lightly as she held the vine bow and stood next to Zuo Mo. She looked warily at the surroundings. Cang Ze’s forehead was covered in sweat. The grey green mist on his body was much fainter than before.

  Zuo Mo knew that this was the first time Nan Yue and Cang Ze had cultivated these new yao arts. After their actions, they were, undoubtedly, tired to the bone.

  “Go back, have a good rest.” Having recovered, Zuo Mo said warmly. His hands moved together, and dozens of lights of various colors spilled forth like a storm. They entered the empty ground around him and disappeared.

  A trap!

  The hearts of everyone watching secretly shook.

  Nan Yue and Cang Ze were at the end of their rope. They were just hanging on. Seeing the situation, they released a breath. Without dragging it out, they quickly left.

  Zuo Mo coldly looked around. Many yao lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. His eyes paused on Ming Yue Zi. This unfamiliar yao smiled slightly at him.

  He did not think about the meaning in Ming Jue Zi’s smile and left the Wasteland Beast Chessboard.

  The moment he left the Wasteland Beast Chessboard, Zuo Mo finally felt how serious his consciousness had been expended this time. He hurriedly entered meditation to recover.

  ———

  “This sword formation is good and can help you comprehend sword essence. However, do not rely too much on external things. We are sword xiu. What is sword xiu? Other than the sword, there is nothing else! No matter if you comprehended sword essence or not, when you start cultivating the sword, your heart is like a sword billet. You need to continuously hammer it, grind it, cause it to become purer, and stronger. What can hammer and temper your sword hearts? Combat, continuous combat! Without combat, there are no sword xiu. We sword xiu come into the world with our sharp edges!”

  Wei Sheng’s voice was not charismatic, but his determined gaze, and his indomitable voice made every sword xiu’s blood boil.

  Previously, they were like a headless snake due to the lack of a teacher. Now, Wei Sheng’ sudden appearance caused every sword xiu to see hope. In other sects, disciples like Wei Sheng were still disciples. But here, Wei Sheng quickly became every sword xiu’s teacher. No one doubted any word that he said.

  He was a true sword xiu!

  If this was in the past, everyone would feel that Wei Sheng’s cultivation methods were very dumb. Who could think that a jindan xiuzhe would spend four hours each day slicing and thrusting like a beginner? But he quickly used reality to make everyone understand how important the basics were.

  He used sword moves from the stage of lianqi, the ling power of a lianqi, and defeated all the experts of Vermillion Bird Camp, including Ma Fan.

  After such a fantastical competition, all of Vermillion Bird Camp sank into a deathly silence for multiple days. Wei Sheng’s performance completely overturned the common understandings that had formed over time.

  What ling power, what sword moves, in front of Wei Sheng, they were useless. He used reality to teach everyone their cultivation had gone in a wrong direction. Gradually, people started to copy Wei Sheng’s cultivation method, and methodically practiced the basic sword moves they had left behind a long time ago.

  Wei Sheng’s Sword Lecture Hall was full of people daily.

  In the Sword Lecture Hall, everyone gathered after class and discussed what Wei Sheng had just spoken on.

  “Teacher Wei is really great!” Lei Peng did not cultivate a sword scripture, but he never missed any lecture. Wei Sheng’s words today really fit his appetite. The young Wei Sheng was called Teacher Wei by everyone.

  “But where is there combat,” someone muttered.

  “It’s not that there isn’t combat,” Ma Fan said in a deep voice. After he had been defeated by Wei Sheng last time, he had reflected for a long time. His cultivation of the sword was unorthodox and he only had a half-complete understanding of many things which left behind hidden weaknesses. Now that Wei Sheng had pointed every one of them out, he had benefited greatly. He would reflect and study every word that Wei Sheng said many times.

  “That’s right, there are fiend souls outside, and even stronger fiend soul beasts. Aren’t they the best opponents?” Nian Lu inserted.

  “Right! Let’s get them!”

  “En en, we need to plan, how about this … …”

  The pitiful fiend soul beasts. They had been living in relative peace and dominated this fiendish mist for thousands of years, but were facing a calamity due to one of Wei Sheng’s speeches.

  ———

  Originally, Shu Long, A Wen, and the major fighters of Guard Camp were planning to attend the Sword Lecture Hall. Even though what Wei Sheng discussed was cultivating the sword, but many of the contents were also useful for them.

  However, this plan was mercilessly killed by Pu Yao.

  Were they joking? A branch of the honored Sky Yao, even if only in name, when was it ever someone else’s turn to lecture them?

  To Pu Yao, this was a humiliation. That’s right, it was a humiliation!

  Pu Yao, who was becoming more discontent the more he thought about it, instantly ordered Guard Camp into lockdown. What was good about the Sword Lecture Hall? Speaking of cultivation, hmph, who can compare to ge?

  Pu Yao smirked coldly inside.

  With a wave of his hand, the Mo Cultivating Hall was opened.

  Even though Pu was a yao, he was familiar with the cultivation set that the mo used. Lazily and smugly, he freely spoke. What he taught was long and not limited to [Hardship Guard]. If those mo colonels of the mo world sat hear and listened, their hearts would have beat out of their chests. The hardship guards only listened docilely. Many parts caused them to have suddenly understandings. As to anything else, they didn’t feel anything.

  Even if the camp door was tightly closed, but the actions of Vermillion Bird Camp caught the attention of Shu Long and the others.

  “Combat? Oh, it is essential.” Pu Yao propped up his chin and blinked his bloody pupil.

  Compared to the sword xiu of Vermillion Bird Camp, the hardship guards of Guard Camp had an even more pitiful amount of combat experience. They were born xiu slaves, and were truly unorthodox. It could be said that innately, the hardship guards were greatly lacking compared to the sword xiu of Vermill
ion Bird Camp.

  If Guard Camp was suppressed by Vermillion Bird Camp, would there be any face for him?

  Even if it was Wei Sheng!

  Hmph! Just a jindan … …

  How could the proud Pu Yao tolerate this result?

  Even more, there was the Golden Souls! After absorbing one Golden Soul, his soul had greatly stabilized. Other than releasing a breath, he desired the remaining Golden Souls even more. At this point, he had to prove his value.

  There was no way around it. This student of his was the utmost pragmatic!

  Pu Yao aimed at those fiend soul beasts. He did not have any intentions of discussion. He waved his hand and sent out the order.

  Guard Camp started to move.

  ———

  Gongsun Cha did not know anything of what was happening at the campsite. Wei Sheng’s arrival did not affect him greatly. When he had left Wu Kong Mountain, he had just entered the sect for a few months, and he did not have many attachments to Wu Kong Sword Sect. He had only ever heard the name of the Eldest Shixiong Wei Sheng and it was the first time he had seen the real person.

  At this time, his entire body was red like a boiled shrimp. His appearance was handsome to start with, and he had the shyness and bashfulness unique to youths. With his entire body red at this time, he seemed even more adorable.

  His soul was trembling ferociously. When the bead had entered his mouth, the flooding soul base source was like a tide and almost swallowed him. His soul was like a leaf struggling on a great wave.

  If it was a normal person, their first thought in this situation would be to protect themselves.

  But Gongsun Cha was vicious and decisive. At the very first moment, he started a suicidal method of absorbing. As he struggled, he continuously swallowed soul base source to strength his own body. The level of danger in this was the most dangerous of Gongsun Cha’s entire cultivation.

  Gongsun Cha’s cultivation was the lowest of everyone. But in terms of mental resolve, even Zuo Mo underestimated how strong Gongsun Cha’s resolve was. From the moment he met the concept of battle, he had stubbornly stood against Pu Yao’s repeated abuse. In that period, Pu Yao did not teach him at all. Gongsun Cha needed to find the patterns from his continuous failures. There was no motivation, no support, only failure.

  The cruelest nurturing method had formed Gongsun Cha.

  This had formed Lil’ Miss’ vicious and cruel battle style but there were only a few that knew he was even crueler to himself.

  He was a weirdo with a weak body, a low cultivation but a strong and vicious inner heart.

  To him, this was just another battle. The dangerous situation did not make him waver. His resolve that had been tempered by Pu Yao’s countless abuse was as steady as rock. What he was most skilled at was finding that one sliver of opportunity in a hopeless situation.

  The tsunami like blow to his soul caused him to waver and almost fall but he was extremely calm as he swallowed threads of soul base source.

  His consciousness quickly grew and it became even easier.

  He seemed to direct his consciousness like he directed Vermillion Bird Camp.

  Flank, deep thrust, circle, and annihilate … …

  This was the method he was most familiar with, and he easily used it. He was like a cunning wolf wandering. When he saw the chance, he would leapt and tear a bite off.

  The soul base source was so vast, and he was so weak. He did not panic. It was the opposite. He was very excited because he found the exhilaration of battle. This exhilaration was like an addictive poison, and intoxicated him.

  He gradually took control of the situation.

  His consciousness became increasingly stronger. Due to this, his calculations became even more precise, and his consciousness easier to control. They were like the fresh greenhorns that quickly turned to elite soldiers.

  Gradually, a thread of understanding came.

  This understanding became clearer, so clear it seemed to be held behind a paper window. If he could poke through, he could see its true appearance.

  His consciousness was like a twister pulling the wind that swallowed the last thread of the soul base source.

  Pia, it was like something had broken, and also something had erupted.

  He stood on the battlefield that held no person, his mind abnormally clear.

  Ha, so this was what it meant to be a battle general!

  Chapter 377: Qinghua Xue

  Two kinds of high level yao arts!

  Ming Jue Zi studied the recording yao art and searched mentally what yao arts these two were. He knew at some details about the majority of high level yao arts. It had to be said this was not three thousand years ago. High level yao arts were no longer common.

  However, no matter how long he thought for, he could not identify the origins of these two yao arts. His curiosity increased. His first idea was, was this a new kind of yao art?

  In the great war three thousand years ago, even though large numbers of yao arts had been lost, the low and intermediate yao arts were still passed down untouched. After three thousand years of development, each yao art house had focused their efforts to create new yao arts, and those famed houses all focused on creating new high level yao arts. Even those Sky Yao were working towards the same goal.

  The development of yao arts had reached a new era of creativity. In these years, new high level yao arts had been continuously invented. This had become one of the measures to judge a yao art house. Without a high level yao art of their own, a yao art house could not push into the ranks of famed houses.

  Was these high level yao arts that were created by a yao art house?

  This was the most plausible hypothesis. But Ming Jue Zi’s intuition told him it was not like that. Xiao Mo Ge’s origins had always been a mystery but he had a completely different quality to the yao that came from yao art hoses. Ming Jue Zi was confident in his eyes. When he saw Xiao Mo Ge for the first time, this feeling was very strong.

  Maybe it was an ancient high level yao art that had been lost?

  Ming Jue Zi decided to do deep research.

  ———

  Qinghua Zang Shui felt he was going crazy!

  Xiao Mo Ge’s rudeness infuriated him. Even that idiotic nobody was so impolite to him!

  When had the yao of the Blue Flower Family been treated so rudely?

  But damn it, the blue flower was useless against that idiotic bastard! Qinghua Zang Shui tightly balled his fists, his eyes sprouting fire. Why? Why were the blue flowers useless against the idiot?

  Did the [Blue Flower] have some fatal weakness … …

  Impossible!

  The reason that the Blue Flower family had such status was due to this blue flower.

  This idea that suddenly came was like a poisonous vine that creeped over his mind. Without knowing it, his face became ashen, and his back soaked.

  No!

  There definitely was not a problem with the [Blue Flower]! It definitely was that he had incorrectly cultivated somehow! Yes! It definitely was like that!

  His heart tightened again. Had something gone wrong with his cultivation?

  “Brother, what is it?” Qinghua Xue who coincidentally pushed open the door to come in saw Qinghua Zang Shui’s pale face and jumped in fright.

  “I’m fine,” Qinghua Zang Shui said with a forced smile. But his voice was dry and rough, and caused the concern on Qinghua Xue’s face to grow.

  Qinghua Xue’s body was tall and about the same as Qinghua Zang Shui. The slightly blue skin had a fine glossy sheen and contrasted beautifully against the amber eyes. It was unspeakably moving. Especially her long and curled eyelashes that evoked one’s pity.

  “Is Brother still angry at that Xiao Mo Ge?” Qinghua Xue’s voice was warm and seemed to hold a special power. Qinghua Zang Shui quickly calmed down.

  Qinghua Zang Shui hesitated for a moment, but when he recalled that poisonous thought, he couldn’t help but say, “Sister, is my [Blue Flower] not b
eing cultivated properly?”

  Qinghua Xue was slightly astonished. “Why does Brother have such a strange idea?”

  “Today, I met a person in the Wasteland Beast Chessboard. He wasn’t afraid of the blue flower at all. I had sent out twelve blue flowers, each hit his body but nothing happened to him.” Traces of terror showed in Qinghua Zang Shui’s gaze.

  “Aah!” Qinghua Xue was very shocked, but when she saw Qinghua Zang Shui’s gaze full of terror and dispiritedness, she quickly composed herself. After thinking for a moment, she slowly opened, “The world is great, and has all kinds of wonders. Even the [Forbidden Night] of the Night Clan doesn’t dare to say that it is undefeatable. Does Brother remember what happened two years ago?”

  Qinghua Zang Shui’s expression instantly relaxed.

  “Our cultivation of [Blue Flower] lacks the last three levels but there are definitely are no problems.” Qinghua Xue’s voice was confidence.

  Qinghua Zang Shui was relieved of his worries. He felt his younger sister was right, and mocked himself inside for having a weak mentality. The two were siblings from the same father but of different mothers. However, they had a great relationship. Qinghua Xue was the younger sister, but she was very intelligent, and Qinghua Zang Shui respected her from a young age, especially in the area of cultivation.

  Even though Qinghua Zang Shui was a member of the Genius Alliance, he had no thoughts of pride in front of his younger sister. He knew of his younger sister’s talents in cultivation. From very young, he would ask help from his sister whenever he encountered a problem in cultivation. But his sister did not like conflict, and never used yao arts in front of other people. Even their father did not know of his sister’s talent in cultivating [Blue Flower].

  Almost no one knew the name of Qinghua Xue.

  Their declining family was a branch family of the Blue Flower Family. In the eyes of others, their branch had started to prosper after Qinghua Zang Shui entered the Genius Alliance. Only Qinghua Zang Shui himself knew that the one with the most potential of their branch was not him.