Ten More Wouldn't Be Enough

Inside the tower.

The sword energy that filled the sky increased several times after each attack.

It was as if they had received nourishment.

Especially when the "senior brother" fell down, tumbling down the steps and rolling to a spot not far in front of Wang Wen.

The size and scale of the sword energy reached their peak.

With a long roar, it swept towards Wang Wen like a giant dragon.

Then.

They all crashed into the transparent barrier and shattered into starlight.

Wang Wen's eyes flashed as she intently observed her surroundings.

After a long silence, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Is all this effort and time just to prepare this kind of trick? It's a waste of my sincere desire to learn."

The girl with the slender waist at the top of the steps stared in disbelief, her facial muscles stiffening and her smile vanishing.

She seemed to find it hard to accept.

"A top-tier Heavenly Gang Sword Formation is completely ineffective? How could this be?"

The girl with the slender waist trembled uncontrollably as she turned her head to look at the corpses on the ground.

Wang Wen chuckled and took a few steps forward, nudging her "senior brother" with a kick. "Alright, stop pretending. Get up! You're the strongest here. Are you planning to take advantage of my injury from the sword energy to launch a sneak attack? What a waste of time! You'd be better off kissing your junior sister more. I'm really enjoying watching that!"

"Senior Brother" remained motionless.

Wang Wen conjured something out of thin air, condensing a colossal blade high in the sky, which fell straight down towards her "senior brother".

If that gets stuck...

It's probably not even a matter of a hole.

"Boom!!!"

The earth shook violently.

Most of the massive blade was embedded in the ground.

The "senior brother," however, had already fled to a distance, his face pale as he stared at the giant sword.

The girl with the slender waist quickly came down the steps to support him and checked him over with concern.

The senior brother slapped away her wandering hands, cupped his hands to Wang Wen, and said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist's spiritual power is indeed extraordinary. The mountain-protecting formation has passed, and you may enter the mountain to see Master. I am here to fulfill Xiao Long duty and have offended you in the past; please forgive me."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and scattered the "corpses" of the "old lady" and the "master" on the ground.

The girl waved her hand, dispersing the sword energy that filled the sky. Hugging her senior brother, she blinked curiously and asked Wang Wen, "How did you know these were all fake? My senior brother Long and I worked together so well that even Master fell for it. After all, in a normal fight, no one would be foolish enough to give us so much time to set up an array."

"Your use of energy is indeed impressive, very realistic. Unfortunately, I also know this trick well, so well that I can tell the difference between the real and fake at a glance." Wang Wen had something he didn't say aloud: he could not only tell the difference between the real and fake, but also the amount of energy contained within it.

However, he could only create inanimate objects, while the other party could simulate real people, each with its own function and purpose, even the blood was realistic, which was what he lacked.

I'm eager to learn.

However, this is not a good time for exchange and learning.

Wang Wen was not fooled by the other party's so-called "duties of the mountain-protecting formation".

Having lived two lives, he had long since developed the ability to find the key points in other people's words.

I glanced at the remaining time for [Unity with Heaven and Man].

He interrupted their seemingly friendly conversation and asked in a friendly manner, "Putting aside other things, what did you mean when you said 'don't worry about contributing your spiritual power' at the beginning?"

These words were spoken.

The girl's face stiffened slightly, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on her senior brother's arm.

The senior brother calmly laughed and said, "Those are just some empty phrases to make the formation seem more realistic and vivid."

"That doesn't seem right," Wang Wen shook her head and said calmly, "The other dummies were indeed very fake, but that final wave of sword energy didn't look fake at all. Someone who wasn't strong enough would probably have died on the spot."

Now, the senior brother's expression also stiffened.

They simply don't understand how familiar Wang Wen is with energy.

They couldn't understand what it meant for Wang Wen to be able to see through the amount of energy.

The senior brother forced a smile and explained nonchalantly, "As expected, you can't fool your eyes, fellow Daoist. It's like this: after all, the mountain-protecting formation can't always rely on some illusory tricks. The final Heavenly Gang Sword Formation is actually the only real move to measure the strength of the guests, but we controlled it very well and it won't really hurt them."

The slender girl quickly chimed in, "Yes, I will dispel the sword formation at the last minute to ensure that the guests are not harmed in the slightest."

Wang Wen smiled.

I looked up at the distant mountain peaks.

The voice was ethereal. "It was one thing to put on such a monkey show at the beginning, but now they're still treating me like a monkey. Do they really think I'm easy to bully?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

My body slowly floated into the air.

The Scepter emitted a dazzling light.

The oath is made.

The winds of change are blowing.

The world's air currents began to accelerate, and all the grass, trees, sand, and stones turned into powder and mixed into the surging air currents, converging towards Wang Wen.

The two students below looked at each other in bewilderment.

Shielding themselves from the wind and sand, they looked up at the sky and whispered among themselves in confusion, "What is he trying to do?"

Girl: "It looks like he's gathering his strength, preparing to make a move?"

"Make a move?" The senior brother couldn't help but smile. "Make a move within this protective formation? You don't think our attacks were the formation itself, do you?"

The girl smiled mischievously and winked, saying, "Maybe their cultivation is so profound that they wouldn't even care about moving mountains and filling seas."

"Very likely!" The senior brother nodded in agreement, his tone playful. "After all, this fellow Daoist's spiritual power level is quite impressive, almost on par with Senior Uncle Shan's. It's not surprising that he possesses some extraordinary abilities."

"Can my master defeat the mountain-protecting formation?" the girl asked, tilting her head as if feigning innocence.

"Senior Uncle Shan..." The senior brother bowed apologetically towards the distant mountain peak, "To be frank, even ten more might not be enough!"

Hahahaha...

The two laughed so hard they were bent over, unable to straighten up in the increasingly strong sandstorm.

Until the ground cracked.

The mountain rocks crumbled.

The layers of stone walls, some real and some fake, were peeled away, revealing the long-lost path leading back.

Wang Wen's energy is recovering rapidly.

The two people below, who were laughing heartily, slowly stopped laughing.

The senior brother looked at Wang Wen in mid-air with suspicion, rubbed his eyes, and said uncertainly, "I think I see his spiritual power level is rising?"

The girl's expression was more direct.

Her eyes widened as if she'd seen a ghost, her pupils contracting. "He's already surpassed my master! I can no longer even fathom his strength!"

"Is it possible to suppress one's spiritual power level besides hiding it?" The senior brother looked incomprehensible.

The girl, her slender waist trembling, speculated, "Could it be that he's expended his spiritual energy and isn't recovering? Is he deliberately maintaining this low level?"

"Impossible!" Her senior brother firmly dismissed her guess.

He confidently stated, "When we cultivate to this level, even without consciously using our internal energy to recover, our golden core will automatically absorb spiritual power to regenerate. It's impossible for us to maintain this level indefinitely unless he continuously uses spiritual power in sync with his recovery speed, and does so without anyone noticing!"

"Senior brother," the girl said, sounding a little scared, "Should we go somewhere else for a while?"

The senior brother, who had initially been considering retreating, saw the girl's slender waist tremble beneath her clothes, and even her arms, which were wrapped around him, retract. His blood boiled, and he declared righteously, "What are you trying to hide from? This is our post; where can we hide? Besides, even if he's strong, can he possibly be stronger than the mountain-protecting formation?"

As he spoke, his body began to move without any wind.

He drew his longsword and shouted, "Junior sister, come and help me! Let's activate the mountain-protecting formation together!"

Seeing her senior's dashing and handsome appearance, the girl was also thrilled.

Jiao shouted "Good!" and placed her hand on her senior brother's body.

The two of them danced around like shamans for a while.

A buzzing sound suddenly rang out in the air.

A semi-circular canopy of colorful clouds unfolded, completely enveloping the entire mountain peak.

Then.

Wang Wen, suspended in mid-air, let out a strange hum.

It sounded like a satisfied groan.

He stretched lazily inside the bubble.

Fully charged!

The mountain was surrounded by a protective array radiating a seven-colored glow.

With a "pop" sound,

It broke.