Second Wood Dharma Body, Ten-Thousand-Blade Mountain!

Heavenly Rosy Cloud Peak, White Cloud Grotto-Heaven.

True Person Wang Shechuan drank tea, as he did every day.

He had no intention whatsoever of attempting to break through to Nascent Soul.

He only wanted to drink tea.

After all, Wang Shechuan knew exactly how capable he was. Break through to Nascent Soul? What kind of joke was that?

A backlash from his Nascent Soul inner demons could leave him gravely injured, or even cause his cultivation to fall.

He was the only late-stage Golden Core cultivator in the entire Qiwu Sword Sect. If he met an enemy he could not defeat on the road and suffered an injury that cost him his cultivation, that would be one thing. But he absolutely could not gamble on a five-percent chance of success and come to grief!

The wrecked cart ahead was still before his eyes!

His senior brother had once acted selfishly in just that way, nearly condemning the Sword Gate to eternal ruin.

Wang Shechuan had no wish to follow in his footsteps.

And so, Wang Shechuan had naturally settled into a quiet life, holding down the Sword Gate as its figurehead.

After a sip of clear tea, Wang Shechuan looked toward Heavenly Drum Peak and began considering what sort of trial he should arrange.

After all, true heroes did not grow in greenhouses. A sword cultivator needed a Sword Heart that pressed ever forward. Otherwise, dust would settle over it, his cultivation would stagnate, and the loss would be immense.

Wang Shechuan pondered until, before he knew it, evening had fallen and sunset clouds filled the sky.

Just then, a long cry rang out from Heavenly Drum Peak. An aura of plants and trees surged upward, straight into the clouds.

Wang Shechuan's pupils contracted. Looking closely, he saw an enormous