After Wang Xian underwent his tribulation in Sand City and forgot all his former life, he had never touched a sword again.
The Coiling Dragon Divine Sword had fallen silent.
As for that demonic sword, it had long since been destroyed atop Kunlun beneath Duanmu Xi's Divine Sword.
For the past two years, he had wandered everywhere with Old Zhang. Master and disciple had spent their days eating and drinking, never seriously cultivating any technique.
Even when Wang Xian pestered him to learn, Old Zhang always brushed him off with the excuse that his "meridians were blocked, making it impossible to condense spiritual energy."
Yet today, after hearing Wuyue describe that breathtakingly brilliant sword strike, Wang Xian's heart began to stir restlessly.
Who would have thought that Wuyue would look at him and let out a soft sigh? "Your meridians are blocked for now. Even with all your brute strength, you can barely learn the second move—Ephemeral Bloom."
"Even so, given your current condition, it would already be no small feat if you could master the basics after half a year of painstaking cultivation."
Just as Wang Xian was muttering under his breath, mist suddenly filled the space before him.
A streak of golden light flared. Amid his startled cry, the two of them vanished from the mountains of Hundred Flowers Valley in an instant.
Meanwhile, in Phoenix City.
After selling his precious disciple, Old Zhang finally let out a sigh of relief.
He planned to spend the days ahead making money and leisurely enjoying life in Phoenix City.
Over the past two years, he had nearly emptied his entire fortune searching for medicine for Wang Xian. The disciples of White Cloud Temple could not endure such poverty and left one after another. In the end, the enormous temple