Deviation

"Huh? Little Martial Uncle?" Was this... had some old friend of the Dragon Venerable played a trick on them?

As the saying went, outsiders watched the spectacle, while insiders saw the workings beneath it. Gu Wufang did not practice the sword, but he had reached Spirit Transformation, and his eye was naturally sharp. After watching for a short while, he had a fair idea: this was an opportunity bestowed by the Heaven-Shattering Divine Sword.

This sword art truly seemed made for a Wind Spiritual Root. Its form was elusive, its power uncanny, its moves like mist, its intent formless. Gu Wufang had thought Jun Zhaoying had already taken the Wind Spiritual Root as far as it could go, but Little Martial Uncle had found an entirely different path of cultivation. Now the Hehe Sect would have no leg to stand on if it tried to poach their talent.

How had Yonglu Mountain wasted a genius? Look how well he was learning! Granted, the sword art had been a friendly gift from the Heaven-Shattering Divine Sword.

Good. Gu Wufang had the energy to wrangle with those old fossils again tomorrow. He smiled, rubbed his hands together, and wandered back to his room.

The next day, the entrance to the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect was even livelier.

The Five Major Sects gathering at the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect was a grand event for the Cultivation Realm. If someone caught a great cultivator's eye onstage, they would be a carp leaping through the Dragon Gate. The odds were slim, but cultivators fought the heavens for their place and would let no opportunity slip by.

They had not come at the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect's invitation, however, so they could only stay in the Outer Sect area.

But even if it was only the Outer Sect, they