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Bian Chunchou watched Wen Xu-Xu take off from where he stood and truly broke out in a cold sweat for his friend. He had now realized that although Wen Xu-Xu appeared open and unclouded, thorough and courteous in all he did, there was a savage ruthlessness in his bones. Anything he set his mind on, no matter how difficult, he would find a way to accomplish.

Honestly, as a modern person—and a college student who had not even entered society yet—Bian Chunchou found it hard to understand where Wen Xu-Xu's ruthlessness came from. Yet for that very reason, he admired him deeply.

A person whose eyes could not see, yet who still possessed such vitality... Bian Chunchou thought that surely no one would not want to be friends with Wen Xu-Xu. Oh, petty sore losers like Li Zishen did not count.

After thinking it over, Bian Chunchou realized that aside from being a qualified cheerleader, there seemed to be nothing else he could do to help his friend. So he opened his mouth and shouted, "Wen Xu-Xu, charge! Kick his ass!"

Wen Xu was sensing the strength of the wind in midair when a vigorous voice suddenly soared into the sky. Even the wind beneath his feet froze for a moment, and then—

Is it here? So sound can affect the wind?

Wen Xu had never studied physics or chemistry, but he seemed innately able to catch things others would never notice. At that moment, through Bian Chunchou's shout, he heard the sound of the wind in the air.

But it was still not enough, still not enough!

Wen Xu could not help lowering his head to "look" toward Bian Chunchou. As for Bian Chunchou, he had no idea what Wen Xu was doing, but he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Wen Xu-Xu, don't lose heart! If you fail, try again! I can still hold on—"

How should one put it? The entire gorge was now echoing with Bian Chunchou's voice. The sound blended with the wind, slowly seeming to fall into the same rhythm, and Wen Xu's Wind Riding gradually fell into the same rhythm and cadence as well.

Just as Bian Chunchou was being chased and beaten until he was nearly unable to fight back, Wen Xu—found it.

In a patch of grass, he found a folding fan.

The folding fan was open. Its ribs were jade, and its face was white as new, without the slightest pattern or design. Yet even though Wen Xu had only just stepped into the Cultivation Realm, he could tell that this folding fan was extraordinary.

This should be the magic artifact capable of creating wind.

Wen Xu reached out to take it, and Wind Blades immediately rushed at him as though they cost nothing. But at this point, there was no way he could retreat even half a step. It was only a few injuries. Just as when he had escaped pursuit at the price of grievous wounds, this time too, he made his choice in the shortest possible time.

When Wen Xu grasped the folding fan with his blood-soaked hand, the Wind Blades that had been crazily attacking him stopped.

He thought that he had succeeded once again.

Wen Xu quickly swallowed two Blood-Replenishing Qi-Boosting Pills, then waved the folding fan with spiritual energy. Sure enough, in the next instant, Wind Blades flew out, exactly like the ones that had attacked him and Bian Chunchou earlier.

"Zheng, you actually hid the magic artifact in the wind eye of the gorge."

Little Martial Uncle rubbed his nose. "Well, someone found it, didn't they? Clearly, it wasn't hidden all that well. Besides, they might not necessarily find all fifteen magic artifacts. There had to be one or two that were harder to find, right?"

"One or two?"

Little Martial Uncle realized he had misspoken and silently shifted to the side to continue watching the little blind man clear the trial.

It had to be said that the little blind man really suited a folding fan. Even at such a bedraggled moment, he wielded it with convincing flair, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.

So he could not help moving back again. "This little blind man really fell in from the Mortal Realm? Impressive. He was born to cultivate immortality."

Zhao Qi: can't-be-bothered.jpg.

Then Little Martial Uncle spoke even more enthusiastically. "If he had been born in the Cultivation Realm, at his age, he should have reached Foundation Establishment no matter what."

"You seem to think highly of him?" Zheng was laid-back and proud by nature, and Zhao Qi had never seen many young disciples catch his eye.

Yonglu Mountain's Inner Sect had few members, nor did it enforce any rigid disciple-taking policies. Anyone whose cultivation reached the Golden Core Realm could claim a small peak. Whether they lived alone or with good friends, the sect would not interfere.

Zheng's origins were unknown, but his talent was astonishing. He possessed a metal Single Spiritual Root. Back then, when the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect learned that Yonglu Mountain had sent such a fine seedling for sword cultivation to learn artifact refinement instead, they had been so furious that they chased the sect master down an entire street with blades in hand. They even had to trade a few barbs every time they met.

But it had to be said that refining artifacts with a metal Spiritual Root was like being aided by the gods. This fellow's personality was lacking, but his cultivation and artifact refinement were beyond reproach. A Nascent Soul before even reaching a hundred years of age—across the Cultivation Realm, one could count such people on their fingers.

Little Martial Uncle rubbed his chin, smiling with a face as warm as a spring breeze. "It's not that I think highly of him, but rather..."

"But rather what?"

"I'm not telling you!" There was a drive in this little blind man, the same drive he himself had once possessed. What a pity—he was old now, no longer as driven as before.

While the two spoke, Wen Xu had already used the folding fan within the Shadow Wall to reverse the situation in an instant.

"Wen Xu, you are only able to contend against us by relying on the advantage of a magic artifact. If you have the ability, do not use it. Then I will respect you as someone worthy!"

Wen Xu said, "...I have no ability, and I am not someone worthy."

Bian Chunchou: Hahahaha, Wen Xu-Xu had learned how to insult people now. Those words sounded so wonderful!

"You—shameless! Does Yonglu Mountain know you are privately using the magic artifacts they set up? Do you know that the Shadow Wall..."

Wen Xu lowered his eyes calmly, the folding fan in his hand still moving without pause. "Are magic artifacts not meant to be used? If I have violated Yonglu Mountain's rules, disciples of the mountain gate will naturally come stop me. Since no one has, then for now, it counts as one of our team's fighting strengths."

"Chen Zui, attack his lower body! He has less spiritual energy than you!"

"No problem!"

Chen Zui was not much good at using his brain, but when it came to fighting, he struck wherever he was told to strike, and his battle instincts were extremely strong. Often, when a Wind Blade attack arrived, so did his saber. If Li Zishen's team had only three people, they would probably have already lost by now.

But judging by the current situation, defeat was already a foregone conclusion.

Li Zishen's eyes were filled with unwillingness. The magic artifact they had found was in the storage pouch at his waist. His heart hardened, and he directly took out the magic artifact. "Since you people are unjust, don't blame me for being impolite!"