Sword Sect Arrivals, Caught Speeding

For cultivators whose great power belongs to themselves, reaching the Nascent Soul Realm means they can easily alter the weather.

Therefore, some famous construction teams nowadays will equip themselves with a Nascent Soul cultivator to create a favorable construction environment when necessary.

After all, since the mighty ones who have reached the Dao Integration Realm have all gone off to do livestreams, it seems there is nothing strange about Nascent Soul cultivators doing a bit of this.

But the reality is not quite like that.

One must know that once a cultivator steps onto the path of cultivation, their mindset changes subconsciously; they instinctively view themselves and mortals as two different species.

Given the vastness of the Central Continent, a Nascent Soul cultivator could have easily carved out a territory to act as a tyrant before their seclusion, yet now they are willing to engage in civil engineering...

Saint Emperor Abyss... truly remarkable.

Xu Xing felt a sense of emotion in his heart.

It was still raining outside; the punch from just a moment ago had not affected the weather here, and the small flowers in the garden outside were teetering in the gale and torrential rain.

A hazy curtain of rain shrouded the world, making it impossible to see into the distance.

Returning to the television, it was broadcasting the construction site of the team from earlier. Several Golden Core cultivators were seen casting spells in unison, filling in the massive crater created during the battle at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Turning stone into mud, a simplified version of Pointing to the Ground to Make Steel, and an improved version of Summoning Wind and Rain.

Amidst the glow of various techniques, all sorts of building materials flew through the sky, and the way some of these techniques were applied made even Xu Xing feel amazed.

At this rate, it would not take long to rebuild the destroyed structures.

Gradually, the sky darkened and the rain stopped. Xu Xing turned off the television and stood up to go outside.

The air after the rain was exceptionally fresh. On the ground lay petals and leaves that had been washed down. Perhaps because of that punch, the rain this time had been particularly heavy, leaving the various flowers in the garden in a state of disarray.

Xu Xing glanced at them, raised his hand, and with a wave, a vortex swept up the petals and leaves on the ground, depositing them into the trash can by the roadside.

He then looked up to see 'meteors' of various colors streaking across the night sky.

Those were the flight lights of cultivators.

The colorful lights cut through the starry sky, and a few of them even carried a familiar aura.

With Mystic Sword City under attack, relatives and friends abroad naturally could not sit still. Even if only a portion returned, it was still a staggering number.

Inside the municipal building, the mayor, seeing this scene, was still a bit panicked. What if some penniless rogue cultivator from the Demonic Path snuck in along with them?

Wasn't the mess encountered today caused by a dead-broke wretch from the Demonic Path!

Moreover, it was still unclear who that great cultivator who had just come out of seclusion was, and things could not afford to be chaotic right now.

However, the mighty one from the Supreme Dao Sect had not yet left, which made him feel much more at ease.

Xu Xing watched the night sky for a while as the flight lights continued to arrive in an endless stream, then turned and walked inside.

"Senior Brother, everyone says the cultivator who just came out of seclusion is a predecessor from our Sword Sect, but which predecessor is it exactly?"

Three figures flew side-by-side on their swords. All appeared to be young men dressed in blue martial attire, clearly the garb of Sword Sect inner disciples from many years ago. At their waists hung blue jade plaques engraved with the character 'Sword'.

This indicated that all three were inner disciples of the Sword Sect, and to reach the Nascent Soul Realm at such an age placed them among the elite of the inner disciples.

The youth in the center had a steady demeanor, his mana vast and surging, his entire being like a precious sword hidden within its scabbard.

"Do not ask too much. I can only say that this is a heaven-sent opportunity, one that we may only encounter once in our entire lives of cultivation," Lin Qiuxian said in a deep voice.

The two beside him felt a chill in their hearts upon hearing this. They both knew that their Senior Brother had a profound background and outstanding talent, making him a seed for the Dao Integration Realm.

"I have one thing I ask you two Junior Brothers to remember."

"Please speak, Senior Brother."

His attitude made the other two not dare to be the least bit careless.

"You must never, ever rely on your status to bully others."

"Senior Brother is joking; I have always been kind to others," the youth on the left laughed.

"I understand," the youth on the right replied sullenly.

Lin Qiuxian said no more.

Unlike these two oblivious Junior Brothers, he had learned some inside information through his elders, and thus had paid a great price to obtain this opportunity.

The Sword Sect predecessor who had just come out of seclusion loved to bestow opportunities upon his juniors, and this time was especially unique.

What he was striving for was precisely this chance!

However, this predecessor also possessed a heavy murderous intent. If he were to accidentally annoy him, not only would he suffer, but even the elders behind him would be implicated.

But opportunity and risk coexist. If he could obtain this fortune, let alone Dao Integration, even a glimpse into a higher realm might not be out of reach!

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Lin Qiuxian looked at the approaching Mystic Sword City, and a trace of excitement could not help but well up in his heart.

"Two Junior Brothers, let us go faster!"

Before the words had even faded, his sword light surged violently. Perhaps the predecessor was watching right now, and he could leave an impression!

"Hahaha! Wait for me, Senior Brother!"

The two followed one after the other, their sword lights like startled swans.

The seemingly dull youth, however, maintained his original speed.

Emm...

Two Senior Brothers, if there are no accidents and my calculations are correct, we've exceeded the speed limit, haven't we?

The mighty experts of the Supreme Dao Sect and Perfected Person Xiao Ning haven't left yet.

Sure enough, not even a minute later, a massive hand made of primordial qi manifested out of thin air, snatched the two of them up, and swiftly retracted back into the municipal building.

"Ah! Oh no, we're speeding!"

"Don't! I know I was wrong, Senior!"

The two men's screams echoed through the night sky. Seeing this, the dull youth scratched his head, then turned his direction and flew toward the municipal building as well, though his speed...

Was a few notches slower.

The Supreme Dao Sect is a friendly sect; at most, they will just teach the two Senior Brothers a lesson. There is certainly no danger.

Meanwhile, at Zhang Yunlu's home, Zhang Yunlu was picking at her rice, distracted.

Zhang Xiu, sitting across from her, was worried, but whenever he asked, she only said she had been frightened today.

"I'm full." Zhang Yunlu set down her chopsticks.

Zhang Xiu glanced at the bowl, which still had more than half the rice left. "Then go get some rest, Xiao Lu. If you really can't make it, I'll ask for leave for you tomorrow."

"Mm~"

It was unclear if she had even heard him as she swayed back to her bedroom.

"Sigh~" Zhang Xiu let out a sigh.

When their parents passed away years ago, Zhang Yunlu became his only living relative, but due to the age gap, he had never quite known how to get along with his younger sister.

At this moment, even if he had the heart to comfort her, he didn't know where to begin.

And those people...

But after an incident like this, they should quiet down for a while, right?

Inside the bedroom, Zhang Yunlu lay sprawled on the bed, her eyes somewhat vacant.

That streak of purple sword light, and the demonic qi hand that had been severed—this image played on a loop in her mind.

When the divine abilities of Great Dao experts collide, those who witness it are bound to be affected.

If a mortal sees it, the best case is soul damage leading to idiocy, and the worst is immediate death.

But Zhang Yunlu was different; she was at the Qi Refining stage, her soul stronger than a mortal's. Coupled with the fact that Xu Xing had helped her weaken the impact, the scene of the experts' clash had transformed into a trial.

Not only would she not be harmed, but she could also benefit from it.

If one possessed extraordinary comprehension, they might even be able to derive the Great Void Sword Canon and the demonic cultivator's cultivation techniques from it.

Even if one's comprehension wasn't that high, it could still serve to temper one's temperament and strengthen one's soul.

It was just that the process was not exactly easy.