Outside Wan City, Zhao Cheng's Flying Cavalry charged like arrows, bearing straight for the gates.
Yun Yu stood atop the nearly ten-zhang-high battlements, facing the wind, his robes fluttering as if he might ascend to immortality.
His coarse hemp clothes could not conceal his immortal bearing. Simply standing there, he seemed utterly transcendent.
He gazed at Zhao Cheng, recalling his master's teachings.
His master had always said that the world was full of the mediocre, and few could see through its illusions. Those capable of cultivation were rarer still, like phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
And he, unworthy though he might be, happened to be one of the finest among those rare few.
He had been born with open meridians. At eight, he learned to circulate qi and blood; at twelve, his qi returned to its innate state; at eighteen, he drew qi into his meridians; at twenty-seven, his Primordial Qi overflowed. By thirty-five, he had condensed his first strand of True Essence and stored it in his sea of qi.
Even his master was immensely pleased with him.
Ten years ago, he could have shattered an enormous arrow like that with a sweep of his sleeve.
Naturally, he thought nothing of Zhao Cheng.
Feeling the strand of True Essence in his sea of qi,
Yun Yu smiled with serene ease.
"After thirty years of devoted cultivation, I've never shown my abilities in public. Who would've thought my first time striking would be to kill someone in front of so many people?"
"I've condensed my first strand of Jade Liquid True Essence. Today, I'll use it to take your life and do my part in resisting Tyrannical Qin."
"Now, behold the vastness of the heavens and earth, and the endless road of cultivation..."
Suddenly,
he leaped forward, jumping down from