Pojun, Beautiful Spring

Meng Xiaolou was not angry either. In his eyes, Wang Xian, who was four years younger than him, had already done enough by fighting him in a battle that shook the heavens.

There would be more chances in the future. They could do it again.

With a smile, he said to Wang Xian, "I'm the kind of person who always repays every grievance. I'll come looking for you again."

Wang Xian smiled faintly. "It seems I still have trump cards. I'm not afraid!"

The moment those words came out, everyone was shocked once more.

Damn it, you still had trump cards? How was anyone supposed to live with that?!

Who would dare spar with you in the future?

"Don't waste time. You still have another match!"

Dongfang Nishang waved her hand from the stands and coldly shouted, "Which disciple of the Kunlun Sword Sect will go teach this arrogant fellow a lesson for me?"

Dantai Xiaoxue leaned off to the side without saying a word, clearly somewhat unwilling.

That was because Wang Xian had sent her a voice transmission: if she entered the arena, he would directly concede and leave.

It angered her so much that she could only lean against her master's chair and sulk, waiting for someone else to challenge him so she could collect money!

What made everyone uneasy was that Wang Xian still held the divine sword in his hand!

Specks of starlight gathered upon the Heaven-Questioning Sword.

To all the cultivators in the square, it was clear that this sword contained boundless energy. They feared no one could withstand its edge.

For a time, not a single genius of the Kunlun Sword Sect spoke up.

Was it because they were unwilling to compete with Wang Xian?

Or because they feared the mountain-guarding sword in his hand?

Wang Xian sighed and spoke an utterly calm sentence to the elders on the stands.

"If you want the sword back, spirit stones alone aren't enough. At least let me see what you're capable of!"

In his view, the spirit stones were the safekeeping fee owed to that woman in white. The next time he met her, he would have to give her half no matter what.

And a direct clash was the tempering he needed!

On the way down the mountain, his martial uncle had told him to seek out more geniuses to hone his still immature cultivation.

The Sword Sect's Grand Elder's expression changed at those words.

He turned to the law enforcement elder and roared, "Who will go?"

The law enforcement elder asked the elders and disciples in the square, "Who will go?"

"Who will go..." echoed across the square.

Just then.

A cold voice suddenly rang out from the square. "I'll go!"

A six-foot-tall man with a broad back and powerful build stepped out from the crowd, as though he were marching from amidst an army of countless solemn soldiers.

He slowly approached the thirty-foot platform, toward where Wang Xian stood.

The man was quiet and solemn, without any berserk killing intent.

Yet his gaze was icy, and he carried the aura of death.

The moment he appeared, countless cultivators in the square felt their hearts sink. Not good—this man clearly cultivated a hardened body.

Moreover, his aura was even more terrifying than Ximen Tinghua's and Meng Xiaolou's.

The Grand Elder's furious howl still echoed across Kunlun Snow Mountain.

That thunderous roar could not suppress the man's heavy, thudding footsteps.

Watching the man slowly approach, Wang Xian asked in disbelief:

"May I know your surname? You want to compete with me in swordsmanship?" After speaking, he glanced at the Heaven-Questioning Sword in his hand.

"I don't use a sword!"

The man said with faint mockery, "Even an assassin can challenge you, so why can't I? My name is Lin Pojun. There's no need to try to befriend me, and I won't show you mercy."

"Good grief!"

Shock appeared on Wang Xian's face. A body cultivator, and at the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm too. Such a monster doesn't even use a weapon.

Would I really have the nerve to hold the Heaven-Questioning Sword and fight him?

That was not his style.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "You may not use weapons, but you cultivate a hardened body and you're already in the Nascent Soul Realm. No matter how I look at it, you're a shameless fellow!"

Lin Pojun gave a cold laugh. "If you're afraid, you can admit defeat and leave!"

With that, he let out an angry roar that shook the newly blossomed flowers in the mountains, sending their petals scattering down.

At that moment, a faint glow surged from his body, as though a Buddhist golden bell had condensed before and behind him.

He continued, "How could an ant at the Foundation Establishment Realm possibly understand the principle that every realm is a whole different heaven?"

Having said that, he waved both hands, like a priest offering prayers to the heavens.

Whooo!

A vortex of spiritual energy instantly gathered in the sky, passing through the void and ignoring the Sword Sect's mountain-protecting formation. Carrying golden light that filled the heavens, it descended upon him.

His six-foot-tall body instantly became incomparably imposing.

It was as though, in that instant, he had gathered all the power of heaven and earth upon the snowy mountain into his body.

No one had expected that a cultivator at the mid-Nascent Soul Realm, one who had tempered his body, could also draw upon the power of heaven and earth.

Like a monk, like a Buddha.

As Wang Xian watched, a trace of gravity gradually appeared on his face.

Watching Lin Pojun ascend the platform like a mountain, a Buddha, a heavenly god, he suddenly smiled faintly.

His right hand moved as though holding a wolf-hair brush.

He inverted the brush tip and threw it toward Dongfang Nishang in the stands!

Clang!

A sword cry tore through the air. In the blink of an eye, it cleaved the golden radiance descending from the sky, together with the downward vortex, into countless turbulent streams!

The golden light filling the heavens could not withstand that streak of golden radiance rising to question the heavens, vanishing without a trace in an instant!

Before they had even exchanged blows, he had shattered his opponent's invincible momentum!

This was Wang Xian. Even if he could not defeat you, he would still break your momentum!

"Impossible!"

Lin Pojun roared, "An ant! You think that with a divine sword, you can cut down the radiance falling from above the Ninth Heaven?"

"Don't forget, this is not a Daoist temple. This is the Kunlun Sword Sect's All Under Heaven!"

Still shouting furiously, Lin Pojun waved both hands, continuing to summon the spiritual energy of this land.

Everyone in the square stared in shock.

These two were each more overbearing than the other!

Only Dongfang Nishang, who had reached out and caught the Heaven-Questioning Sword, wore a smug smile at the corner of her lips!

Lowering her head to gaze at the brilliant light on the blade, she thought, Ten years apart, yet you are still as dazzling as yesterday!

She sighed softly several times, then reversed the spirit sword and handed it to the Grand Elder behind her.

Muttering to herself, she said, "This time, don't let it be lost again!"

The Grand Elder was moved to tears. Staring blankly, he said, "Our ancestor has blessed us. The divine sword has returned!"

Yan Ruobing, the Enforcement Elder, sighed softly. "Thank goodness, thank goodness!"

"Thank goodness... it seems everything can still be saved!"

Wang Xian stood quietly atop the platform and took out his wine flask, drinking a mouthful of spirit wine.

Feeling that flame burn down his throat, he said coldly:

"People say the heavens are heartless. In their eyes, you are not even an ant. How can you fight against them?"

Before he had finished speaking, he put away the wine flask and spread his arms as though embracing the surging aura of heaven and earth...

An aura of flawless purity burst from his body in an instant!

Like spring rain falling, like a spring breeze caressing.

The earth trembled at that instant!

The flowers, grasses, and trees that had slept through an entire winter in the mountains seemed to regain their vigorous vitality after being touched by that aura.

The petals upon the branches bloomed desperately in that instant!

Struggle across, struggle across!

Even for a single day of spring light, they would break free from their cocoons and become butterflies, completing the cycle of life!

Whooo!

The vortex of spiritual energy falling from the sky actually flowed into Wang Xian's body like water.

Everyone above and below the platform could not help but turn grim.

Dantai Xiaoxue grabbed Dongfang Nishang's hand. "Master, what is Junior Brother up to this time?"

Lin Pojun let out a shrill howl, preparing to strike.

Dongfang Nishang shouted, "Wait!"

In the rear mountains of the Kunlun Sword Sect, the flowers blooming on the branches, after bursting forth desperately, struggled desperately to leave their branches as another gust of wind swept past.

They flew toward the square with cheerful cries.

The spring breeze carried my will and sent me soaring into the clouds.

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