Chapter 19

Bian Chunchou watched Wen Xu take off from the spot and truly broke into a cold sweat for his friend. He had now realized that although Wen Xu looked as bright and graceful as a clear sky, thorough and courteous in all he did, there was a wild ruthlessness in his bones. If he set his mind on something, no matter how difficult it was, he would find a way to accomplish it.

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

A person whose eyes could not see, yet who still possessed such vitality... Bian Chunchou thought that no one could possibly not want to be friends with Wen 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 did not seem to be anything else he could do to help his friend. So he blurted out, "Wen Xu, charge! Kick his ass!"

Wen Xu was in midair, sensing the strength of the wind, when a booming voice suddenly shot into the sky. Even the wind beneath his feet seemed to freeze for a moment, and then—

Was it here? Could sound affect the wind?

Wen Xu had never studied physics or chemistry, but he seemed naturally able to catch things others would overlook. At that very 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, don't lose heart! If you fail, just try again! I can still hold on—"

How should one put it? The entire gorge was now echoing with Bian Chunchou's voice. His voice blended with the wind, slowly seeming to fall into the same rhythm. As Wen Xu rode the wind forward, he too gradually synchronized with it.

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

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

The folding fan was open. Its ribs were made of jade, and its surface was as white as new, without the slightest pattern or design. Yet even though Wen Xu had only just entered the cultivation world, he could tell that this folding fan was extraordinary.

This should be the magical artifact capable of creating wind.

Wen Xu reached out to take it, and Wind Blades immediately came rushing at him as though they cost nothing. But having reached this point, he could not possibly retreat even half a step. It was only a matter of suffering some injuries. Just as he had once escaped pursuit at the price of grave wounds, this time he again made his choice in the shortest possible time.

When Wen Xu seized the folding fan with a hand dripping blood, the Wind Blades that had been attacking him madly stopped.

He thought that he had succeeded once again.

Wen Xu swiftly swallowed two Blood-Replenishing Qi-Boosting Pills. Then he used spiritual energy to wave the folding fan. Sure enough, Wind Blades flew out the next moment, exactly like the ones that had just attacked him and Bian Chunchou.

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

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

"One or two?"

The Young Martial Uncle realized he had misspoken and silently shifted to the other side to continue watching the little blind boy clear the trial.

It had to be said that the little blind boy really suited wielding a folding fan. Even in such a bedraggled state, he handled it with impressive flair, without the slightest trace of awkwardness.

Thus, he could not help shifting back again. "This little blind boy really fell in from the Mortal Realm? Impressive. He was born to cultivate immortality."

Zhao Qi: Too lazy to respond.jpg.

Then the Young Martial Uncle became even more animated. "If he had been born in the cultivation world, at his current age, he should at least have reached Foundation Establishment."

"You seem to think highly of him?" Zheng was easygoing yet proud, and Zhao Qi had never seen any young disciple catch his eye.

Yonglu Mountain's inner sect had few members, nor did it impose strict rules on taking disciples. Anyone whose cultivation reached the Golden Core realm could claim a small peak. Whether they lived alone or with close friends, the sect would not interfere.

Zheng's origins were unknown, but his talent was astonishing. With a single metal spiritual root, when the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect learned that Yonglu Mountain had sent such a fine seedling for swordsmanship to study artifact forging, they were so furious that they chased the sect master down an entire street with blades in hand. Even now, whenever they met, they had to trade a few barbs.

But it had to be said that a metal spiritual root used for artifact forging was like a tiger grown wings. This fellow's temperament was lacking, but his cultivation and artifact forging were beyond reproach. He had reached the Nascent Soul realm before the age of a hundred—one could count such people in the cultivation world on their fingers.

The Young Martial Uncle stroked his chin, smiling like a spring breeze. "It isn't that I think highly of him. Rather..."

"Rather what?"

"Not telling you!" There was a drive in that little blind boy that reminded him of his former self. What a pity—he was old now, no longer as driven as he had once been.

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

"Wen Xu, you only managed to contend against us by relying on the advantage of a magical artifact. If you have any skill, stop using it, and I'll respect you as someone worthy!"

Wen Xu said, "...I have no skill, and I'm not someone worthy."

Bian Chunchou: Hahahaha, Wen Xu even knew how to mock people now. Those words sounded so delightful!

"You—shameless! Does Yonglu Mountain know you are privately using the magical artifacts they set out? Do you know, the Shadow Wall..."

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

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

"No problem!"

Chen Zui was not much good at using his head, but when it came to fighting, he struck wherever he was told to strike, and his combat instincts were exceptionally sharp. Often, by the time the Wind Blades arrived, his saber had already reached its target. If Li Zishen's team had only three people, they would likely have already been defeated.

But judging from the current situation, defeat had already become a foregone conclusion.

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