His Nascent Soul cultivation was useless, and his wind spiritual root was completely suppressed. The only power he could wield now was the sword in his hand. If he had not been a sword cultivator, he would probably have been helpless.
Compared with Wen Xu, Zheng Jin had it easier. The sharp power of metal was already the fiercest offensive force under heaven. Though his main pursuit was artifact refining, he had his own insights into the way of weapons. Otherwise, even with his trickery, he could not have bluffed that knife-wielding fool so easily.
"Stay behind me. I'll clear the way." He might have come along to gain experience, but when it came down to it, what kind of senior brother hid behind his junior?
Wen Xu did not try to act tough. Without his awareness through the wind, he felt as though his invisible wings had been severed. But he also realized that the wind was not all-knowing or all-powerful. Apart from it, he still had the six senses every cultivator possessed. He did not need to rely so heavily on the convenience it gave him.
"You carry the scent of the Medicine Cauldron. Are you survivors of the Hundred Herbs Pavilion?"
The voice was soft and low, without a trace of sinister menace, yet it sent a chill down their spines. Both men stepped back as a mass of black smoke billowed toward them.
"Neither of you has a wood spiritual root, so you're not from the Hundred Herbs Pavilion. I'm in a good mood today. Leave while you can."
...It was actually going to let them go?
Wen Xu had encountered this sort of thing in Pill Fragrance City. He was about to play along when Senior Brother Zheng spoke first. "I appreciate your kindness, Senior,