Just as the little old man was about to curse, a hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.
He turned to see Wei Yu's perpetually cold face.
"Tsk, a seventh-tier formation. The Vast Righteousness Sect really spared no expense. As far as I know, there aren't many high-tier formation arts artists left in the world these days.
"Things like this dwindle with every use."
A nearby disciple whispered, "Why does he say they dwindle with every use? Seventh-tier formations have incredible endurance. Even after a hundred uses, they wouldn't necessarily weaken much..."
"What would a bunch of sword cultivators know about formation arts? I heard that when disciples of the Flowing Radiance Sword Sect go out, they don't just leave formations and talismans behind-they don't even carry a single defensive magic treasure."
"Exactly! I also heard something absolutely ridiculous from my elders. They said these sword cultivators always claim their bodies are the best defensive magic treasures. I reckon they only like saying that because they're poor."
The disciples nearby mocked them in hushed voices, but as high-ranking cultivators, they naturally heard every word.
"Your sect's disciples have excellent manners." Wei Yu's tone was neither warm nor cold.
The Vast Righteousness Sect's sect master turned around and made a show of reprimanding them, then smiled at the others. "I suppose I haven't been strict enough with them. But they weren't wrong about one thing.
"This formation isn't a consumable."
A purple long sword abruptly appeared in Wei Yu's palm.
He swept a cold glance over the elders still sustaining the formation and said indifferently, "We sword cultivators indeed don't know how to dismantle formations, nor do we understand the methods.
"But with enough strength, one sword can shatter ten thousand arts!"
Before Wei Yu had finished speaking, a faint purple