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So "Birth of Myriad Things" referred not only to all things, but to the wind itself. Even formless things had life; he simply could not see it. And who could say that what could not be seen definitely did not exist, or had no life?

Wen Xu held his breath, completely emptying the stale air from his chest. At that moment, the Myriad Things Arise Art within him revolved madly. The wind around him congealed, then attacked his opponent in an instant, enveloping Chen Zui like an impenetrable spiderweb.

It worked!

Wind Condensation Technique—this was the second method he had comprehended from the Myriad Things Arise Art.

"Why did they stop moving?"

"What just happened?! Why does the arena feel so dangerous now?!"

"...You're not the only one."

The abruptly still wind was like a beast gathering its strength. It was born the most perfect hunter, lurking in the shadows and waiting for its chance. Given time for the young martial granduncle to grow, he would surely become every opponent's nightmare.

The elders of Sword Peak were positively drooling with envy. He was only at the Qi Refining Stage—what an excellent seedling for sword cultivation. He ought to... Well, he only dared entertain such a wildly rebellious thought in his head. If they had known a Mutated Wind Spiritual Root could be developed this way back then... Ah, regret came too late.

"Elder Zeng, are you thinking of..."

It was that unlucky fellow from Artifact Refining Peak again. Elder Zeng snorted softly, and even the sword on his back gave a hum. "No, I am not."

Who was tired of living enough to steal a disciple from that Dragon Sovereign?

Zheng Jin gave a bored "oh." "You people from Sword Peak really are so stiff. If it were me, I'd