Heavenly Sword, Journey of Cultivation (2)

Shadow Street

"Boy, return my Heavenly Sword, and I'll forgive and forget what just happened. Otherwise, you'll never leave Mount Emei!" With a command from Miejue, hundreds of her disciples immediately surrounded Li Wei. Li Wei thought to himself, "Perfect." If he could defeat all those disciples, along with Miejue, he would surely gain a lot of cultivation points. His most proficient skill was still the Nameless Fist, so he sheathed the Heaven-Slaying Sword he had just snatched behind his back and assumed a fighting stance. Miejue Li Wei immediately that he wouldn't easily return the sword. "Go! Kill this scoundrel!" she shouted, charging forward first. Seeing the group of women rushing towards him, Li Wei didn't dare hesitate. He unleashed his Level 6 Sunflower Divine Skill and Level 5 Nameless Fist, moving like a fish swimming in a river among the large group of Mount Emei disciples.

Ordinary disciples could be rendered incapacitated with a single punch. Even the elite disciples of Emei couldn't withstand Li Wei's nameless fist; none could last more than two moves. Only Miejue, with her decades of arduous training and inner strength, could barely keep up with Li Wei. But without the Heavenly Sword, she was no different from a toothless tiger. "Fall down!" Li Wei unleashed a powerful punch at seven or eight Emei disciples. Instantly, the intense pressure and invisible inner force forced the panicked disciples, who were frantically swinging their swords to defend, back more than ten steps, before they collapsed to the ground, their swords shattering into pieces. These disciples were inwardly terrified by the sheer power of the punch. They tried to gather their inner strength, but to their horror, they discovered that their dantian was suppressed by the force of the punch, making it impossible to circulate their energy, and thus rendering them powerless to fight. This was the peculiarity of Li Wei's Nameless Fist; it could be said that no one below the sect leader level could withstand it. After more than ten minutes, only Miejue remained to continue fighting.

At this moment, she was filled with indescribable emotions. As the leader of a sect, she bore the heavy responsibility of revitalizing Mount Emei. From the moment she entered the sect, she had never slacked off in her martial arts training. As a result, she had already become famous in the martial arts world more than a decade ago, rarely encountering any rivals. Of course, some abnormally powerful grandmasters were an exception. Even if she lost to those grandmasters, Miejue didn't feel ashamed. After all, they were superior to her in both status and age, so it was only natural that she was no match for them. But today, this young boy had not only snatched the Qitian Sword from her hands, but also taken a group of Mount Emei disciples. If she couldn't stop him, then Miejue's name would become a laughing stock in the martial arts world. "Even if I die, I cannot disgrace my sect!" Thinking of this, Miejue attacked even more fiercely. At this moment, she had unleashed all her power, striving to kill the boy in front of her with a single palm strike. Unfortunately, the boy's martial arts were too high. What kind of fist technique was that? It was so powerful, with each punch surrounded by qi, making ordinary swords and blades unable to withstand it.

After another dozen or so moves, Li Wei, seeing the palm strike coming from Miejue, sneered and threw a punch in return. Palm against fist, it was a contest of internal strength. With a loud 'bang,' fist and palm collided. The powerful impact distorted the space around the fist and palm; how could Miejue's internal strength compare to Li Wei's? So, under this powerful internal force, the person was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. While still in the air, the sect leader coughed up blood and fainted. "Lamp, defeated 1 sect leader-level expert... defeated 37 elite disciples... defeated 83 ordinary disciples, gaining a total of 1200 cultivation points!" Looking at the soaring cultivation points, Li Wei smiled with satisfaction. Putting away the Black Paper, Li Wei whistled, and the Condor in the sky circled down. When it was four or five meters above the ground, Li Wei touched the ground with his toes, leaping up like a roc and landing steadily on the Condor's back. "Let's go, Brother Eagle, let's go to the next stop!" The Condor cried out, its wings propelling Li Wei into the sky, and soon they left the Emei Sect.

Feeling the strong wind in the air, Li Wei paid no heed. Riding on the eagle, he took the Heavenly Sword from its back. He had been so busy fighting that he hadn't had a chance to examine this legendary divine weapon. Upon closer inspection, Li Wei knew of. Looking closely, he could even see very fine lines on the blade, obviously inherent to the metal itself. Legend has it that this sword was forged by Guo Xiang, containing the supreme martial arts manual— the Nine Yin Manual. Thinking of this, Li Wei smiled helplessly. He had copied the Nine Yin Manual onto his own Black Paper; in that case, this sword was merely a weapon to him. Li Wei's next target was the Mount Hua Sect.

Condor flying for most of the day, Li Wei arrived above the Mount Hua Sect. Guided by the Black Paper map, he reached the main hall of Mount Hua and then jumped down.

At this moment, the Mount Hua Sect was also on high alert.

In fact, Li Wei began to challenge various sects and factions, and those sects that were not prepared to be challenged were like frightened birds, living in constant fear.

The same applies to the Mount Hua Sect.

After observing the main hall for a while, Li Wei was about to go directly to Yue Buqun to earn some cultivation points when he saw someone.

An acquaintance!

This man no longer possessed the dejected air he had when he first met Li Wei; on the contrary, he was full of vigor and was currently sparring with another disciple of the Mount Hua Sect.

The other person also looked to be around 40 years old, and was clearly not weak either.

"Junior Brother Lin, let's spar a bit, but stop when we've reached our limit. Come on!" The man drew his longsword and assumed a standard fighting stance.

The person opposite was none other than Lin Pingzhi, whom Li Wei had met once before.

Upon seeing him, Li Wei on the rooftop thought to himself, "How could I have forgotten about this guy?"

On the day of Liu Zhengfeng's Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ceremony, Lin Pingzhi was so busy protecting Liu Zhengfeng that he must have joined Yue Buqun's tutelage afterward.

It seems I haven't changed the original plot.

Moreover, judging from Lin Pingzhi's appearance, his fair complexion, the absence of any beard, and the familiar aura emanating from him, it's clear that Lin Pingzhi has already castrated himself, and perhaps he's practicing the fake sword manual that I left behind at the Lin Family Old Residence.

That fake sword manual was one I rewrote based on the Sunflower Manual; I never expected Lin Pingzhi to actually practice it.

And I've mastered it.

But now that Lin Pingzhi has practiced it, what about Yue Buqun?

Just as Li Wei was thinking this, a man walked out of the main hall, none other than Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun has changed a lot since a few months ago. Although his beard is still there, Li Wei can tell at a glance that it is pasted on.

He actually practiced it too! Li Wei slapped his forehead, he really hadn't expected it. It was a Miracle that they could actually master the Evil-Resisting Sword Manual that he had forged back then.

Even if this skill has been modified, could a transvestite still succeed in practicing it?

Li Wei couldn't figure it out!

After Yue Buqun came out, he smiled without saying a word, watching Lin Pingzhi and the other person who were actually competing from a distance.

At this moment, Lin Pingzhi, who had mastered the Evil-Resisting Sword Manual, was now a completely different person. Although the Mount Hua Sect disciple had entered the sect earlier, his martial arts were far inferior to Lin Pingzhi's. In just 45 moves, his sword was knocked away, and he bowed and admitted defeat.

Junior Brother Lin, your martial arts are superb, I admit defeat.

With a loud laugh, Lin Pingzhi didn't reply, but glanced sideways at Yue Buqun in the distance before turning to leave.

Li Wei, on the rooftop, suddenly felt anxious.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Yue Buqun and Lin Pingzhi, who have mastered their forged Evil-Resisting Sword Manual, are right below. Although it's unknown how these two managed to achieve such mastery, their martial arts skills are clearly far beyond those of ordinary sect leaders.

If these two are defeated, the cultivation points gained will increase accordingly. If they are killed, the cultivation points might even double.

Thinking of this, how could Li Wei let Lin Pingzhi leave? He jumped off the roof and landed on the open ground.

His appearance clearly surprised everyone!

"Who are you?" Yue Buqun, as the head of the Mount Hua Sect, naturally spoke first.

But his response was a fist.

With this punch, Li Wei used 50% of his internal strength. He wanted to test what level Yue Buqun had reached in his cultivation.

Yue Buqun remained calm and composed. With a flick of his longsword, the scabbard shot out like a serpent, meeting Li Wei's fist.

With a loud bang, the sword sheath was shattered by the powerful internal force.

The next second, Yue Buqun's sword was already at Li Wei's throat.

"So fast! "Li Wei's expression changed slightly, and he leaned back to dodge the sword.

Just as he stood up, Yue Buqun suddenly charged forward again, his long sword thrusting repeatedly, covering Li Wei's entire body. If it were an ordinary expert, or even a sect leader, they would not be able to escape unscathed from such a fierce attack.

Li Wei barely managed to dodge more than ten sword thrusts in one go, and hurriedly took a step back. When he looked up, Yue Buqun was at it again.

"Troublesome fellow, ungrateful wretch." Li Wei was getting annoyed. He quickly upgraded his Sunflower Divine Skill to level 10, stood still, and threw a punch.

This time, it was Yue Buqun who was dodging. At first, his attacks were as smooth as water, and he was riding high when the young man opposite him suddenly threw a punch.

He scoffed inwardly. How could those fleshy fists possibly be a match for his Qingfeng longsword? But he soon realized that it was no ordinary punch.

With only a few meters to go, the powerful gale made it hard for him to breathe. Left with no choice, he retreated, sheathed his sword, and landed. Only then did he see the black-clad youth before him, his face filled with disbelief...