"Good! Well said!"
This time, it was Liu Qingyun, an elder of the East Sea, who roared furiously:
"Exactly! Even if someone committed a monstrous crime and survived a thousand-sword execution, they would no longer be a disciple of the Academy!"
The elder of the Tianshan Xuantian Sect sitting nearby also let out a long, leisurely sigh.
He said, "I agree with Elder Dongfang. There is nothing in this world more vicious than the punishment of a thousand swords!"
After saying that, he looked at Wang Xian on the elevated platform, his eyes already filled with pity.
To survive being struck by a thousand swords—just how deeply must the executioner have hated the boy before him?
A ten-year-old boy could at most have a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation base. Even if he had committed some earth-shattering crime, what could he possibly have done?
Could he have slaughtered your wives, children, or parents?
Wang Xian froze for a moment, then cupped his hands toward the elders in the stands and the prodigies in the square in thanks.
He said quietly, "It's fine. My master said that only after surviving a hundred tribulations without dying can one be reborn through Nirvana!"
Liu Qingyun's expression grew even calmer. Suddenly, he said, "If you have the time, you're welcome to visit the East Sea."
Wang Xian paused, then chuckled. "My master said to have Senior Sister take Bear Two to the East Sea..."
"Who's Bear Two?" Liu Qingyun asked blankly.
"Which Bear Two?" Dantai Xiaoxue asked.
Wang Xian was stunned for a moment before replying, "Bear Two is that simpleton. My master said to have Senior Sister take him to the East Sea and ask Senior Nangong to help him assume human form..."
"He's the black bear raised by your martial uncle!"
Dongfang Nishang complained softly, "Look at you making such a fuss. Come back!"
Dantai Xiaoxue instead waved to Wang Xian with a smile. "Junior Brother, I'll return to the temple with you. I want to go play with that black bear!"
"I see!"
The prodigies, cultivators, and elders in the square instantly seemed to understand something.
Good heavens!
No wonder the little Daoist was so terrifying. So when he had nothing to do, he played with a black bear that was about to assume human form?
Even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm wouldn't dare face a transforming demonic beast alone!
Damn, now that was a true ruthless man!
Sure enough, the boy who had survived a thousand swords was a chilling character simply because he was still alive.
At that moment, silence spoke louder than words.
Wang Xian thought for a moment, then gave a cheeky smile. "That works too. Martial Uncle, I'm leaving!"
"Wait!"
Just as Wang Xian was about to step down from the platform and head toward South Mountain with his senior sister, a woman's voice rang out from the crowd in the square. "Little Daoist, you disrupted the Sword Sect's tournament today. You can't leave!"
Under everyone's gaze, a fifteen-year-old girl in red slowly emerged from the crowd.
In the blink of an eye, she had leaped onto the three-zhang-high platform.
She patted the sword sheath at her waist and smiled. "I originally wanted to watch the battle for first and second place. I didn't expect you to come here and cause trouble."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Tang Shisan of the Tang Clan!"
"What do you want?"
"Don't be afraid. I only want to fight you!"
Tang Shisan wore red as bright as clouds at the edge of the sky. Her beautiful hair was no less stunning than Dantai Xiaoxue's, while her slightly round face held a hint of slyness and a trace of nobility.
She turned and smiled at Dongfang Nishang in the stands. "This fellow ruined everyone's fun. I'm no great talent, but I'll represent the Tang Clan in issuing a challenge! Oh, what's your name?"
"I'm Wang Xian!"
That exchange instantly set off an uproar among the hundreds and thousands of cultivators and prodigies in the square!
Countless people shouted, "Exactly! We can't let this fellow get away! I want to challenge him too!"
Damn!
Wang Xian jumped in fright and shook his head at Tang Shisan.
He muttered, "Hey, I haven't provoked you, have I? Don't tell me you're also a disciple of the Academy?"
"I'm not!"
Tang Shisan chuckled. "I just can't stand the sight of you. You're too arrogant. Come on, let's exchange three moves!"
"Only three?"
"One more move and I'll count it as my loss!"
"I'm not fighting. I don't get anything out of it!" Wang Xian shook his head. "I'm going home!"
"Your grandfather!"
Tang Shisan flew into a rage. "If you win, I'll give you five hundred Spirit Stones!"
"Not fighting!"
Wang Xian glanced at Dantai Xiaoxue in the stands and shook his head. "I'm just a penniless pauper!"
"Clang!" Tang Shisan drew the spiritual sword in her hand. "Wang Xian, your grandfather! If you lose, you don't have to give me any Spirit Stones!"
Only then did Wang Xian nod. Looking at Dantai Xiaoxue, he said, "Senior Sister, collect the Spirit Stones first!"
"Coming!"
With a whoosh, Dantai Xiaoxue shot over and held out her hand toward Tang Shisan. "Give me the Spirit Stones first. My junior brother is afraid you'll renege!"
Tang Shisan was so furious that flames nearly spurted from her eyes. She tossed a Storage Ring to Dantai Xiaoxue.
Then she looked at Wang Xian and said, "Draw your sword. I don't want to compete with you using fists!"
Wang Xian first froze, then smiled. "Actually, my sword is faster!"
With that, amid the crowd's startled cries, he took out his wooden sword and said, "Senior Sister, you can go now. I'm in a hurry!"
Tang Shisan's gaze suddenly sharpened. "You're going to fight me with that wooden sword?"
"Isn't that allowed?"
Wang Xian seemed to understand. Looking at the astonished girl, he smiled. "How about I use my fists instead?"
Tang Shisan fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
A strange glint appeared in her eyes. "Wang Xian, when I beat you flat in a moment, will you cry?"
"No!"
Wang Xian waved his hand and replied indifferently, "For the sake of those five hundred Spirit Stones, I'll fight with my life on the line and still beat you!"
"Pfft!"
Tang Shisan was so furious she nearly vomited blood. She glared at him and roared, "Are you really that poor?"
"Really. Sorry about this, but I have to win your Spirit Stones!"
"Shing..."
Tang Shisan instantly drew the spiritual sword in her hand. She exerted force beneath her feet and shot toward Wang Xian like an arrow leaving the bow, slashing at him with her sword.
Amid the clangor, the spiritual sword carved a stream of air and carried a terrifying sword radiance.
It exploded across the platform like rolling thunder.
Wang Xian's wooden sword danced through the air, blooming into a sword flower, while his figure abruptly retreated.
Then, like a violent gust, he slipped around Tang Shisan's side and swept toward the other end of the platform.
He was like a startled swan, yet also like a shooting star.
Tang Shisan's spiritual sword missed Wang Xian's chest by barely an inch. She had never expected the fellow to evade it.
"Don't run!"
Tang Shisan instantly twisted around and slashed backward with her sword.
The strike looked light and casual, yet it erupted with the tyrannical power of the late Golden Core stage and came crushing straight toward him.
Before Wang Xian could react, Tang Shisan's backhand slash descended once more.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
In an instant, Wang Xian's wooden sword struck the spine of Tang Shisan's sword, ringing like gold and jade colliding.
Just as Tang Shisan suddenly charged, Wang Xian didn't even turn his head. With a whoosh, he passed by her.
The crowd was horrified.
What a bizarre movement technique! What incredible speed!
No one had expected Wang Xian, holding nothing more than a wooden sword, to remain unafraid of a challenge from a female Golden Core cultivator.
Tang Shisan's expression darkened.
She shouted coldly, "Wang Xian, are you fighting me or playing hide-and-seek?"
Wang Xian gave a cheeky smile. "This is my first time fighting someone, so I'm a little scared..."
As he spoke, Wang Xian took the initiative and attacked with his sword!
The elders and cultivators throughout the square were stunned when they heard this!
Who would believe that the boy on the platform was fighting someone for the first time? And that he was holding nothing more than a wooden sword?
Tang Shisan, however, refused to fall for it. She cursed furiously, "You're treating me like a sparring partner?"
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