Wang Baole: The Entire Army, Advance!

Blade Edge City.

The city attached to the Heavenly Saber Manor.

In the past, this place was a place of longing for many sword cultivators. Many people came to Blade Edge City just to witness the splendor of the Heavenly Saber.

However, after a major upheaval a century Heavenly Saber Manor also experienced a decline in Blade Edge City.

What was once a large city with millions of inhabitants has become a small city with only a few hundred thousand people.

Ever since Wang Baole announced his intention to challenge the Demonic Sha Saber King for the rightful ownership of the Heavenly Saber Manor, Blade Edge City has become increasingly lively.

Many Rogue Cultivator, as well as disciples from various large and small factions, rushed to Blade Edge City, eager to witness the upcoming great battle.

On this day, dark clouds loomed over Blade Edge City.

The soldiers on the city wall paled in shock when they saw countless troops surging towards Blade Edge City.

A soldier shouted, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The leading general Mo Xiu, interrupted him, "Silence! What kind of fuss is this? Let's take a good look at the enemy's flag first."

After those words were spoken, the previously panicked and uneasy people on the city wall immediately fell silent.

Mo Xiu looked at the large banner bearing the character "Yu" in the ranks and muttered, "They've finally arrived."

A soldier standing nearby asked respectfully, "General, what should we do?"

Mo Xiu said with a straight face, "What else can we do? Of course, we'll go out of the city to welcome Young Master Wang into the city. We only earn a few hundred spirit stones a month, why risk our lives?"

The soldier asked with some hesitation, "But what if the higher-ups blame us?"

"Snort!"

Mo Xiu snorted coldly, "They're all too busy taking care of themselves to have time to worry about us."

"What you say makes sense."

After the soldier responded, he quickly called to his men to bring the general's cloak and put it on the general.

Before long, under Mo Xiu's leadership, the city's defending army stood in neat rows outside the city gates, waiting.

As the army drew ever closer, Mo Xiu spoke first, "We warmly welcome Young Master Wang's return!"

"No need for formalities, lead us to the city to set up camp."

Wang Baole mimicked his master's usual tone of voice and spoke calmly.

"Promise!"

Mo Xiu then proceeded to the southern camp in the city to meet the army.

The moment the three major forces— the Dao-Seeking Academy, the Great Yu, and the Wang Clan— entered Blade Edge City, Mo Wuxin, far away at the Heavenly Saber Manor, received the news. He showed no anger whatsoever, as if he had known all along that the city's defenders would do such a thing.

He summoned his trusted aides and said, "Send a letter to Blade Edge City and ask that old man Mo Yu and that little bastard where they intend to fight us."

"Promise!"

The confidant acknowledged the order and then withdrew.

Mo Wuxin then entered a secret room and opened a stone box sealed with iron chains and runes.

Inside was the very Demonic Sha Saber that had helped him seize the position of master of the Heavenly Saber Manor a hundred years ago.

"Old friend, we finally meet again! This time, we can once again drink blood together and awe the world!"

Blade Edge City, within the Southern Camp.

The people from the Heavenly Saber Manor delivered Mo Wuxin's letter. After reading it, Wang Baole said indifferently, "The location can be chosen by that old thief Mo Wuxin. Just let me know when it's time."

His tone was very calm, but it carried an unparalleled confidence.

The visitor cupped his hands and said, "I will relay Young Master Wang's words to the Master of the Manor. Farewell."

Watching the messenger from the Heavenly Saber Manor leave, Mo Yu asked with a puzzled look, "Le'er, doesn't this give that old bastard Mo Wuxin an opportunity to set a trap?"

Wang Baole laughed and said, "Grandpa, any schemes and tricks are worthless in the face of absolute strength. By the way, Grandpa, do you have a good knife?"

Of course.

As Mo Yu spoke, he took out a gleaming, precious sword from his storage ring.

"A top-grade spirit sword."

Wang Baole recognized the grade of the knife after just one glance.

"Le'er worry, Le'er. Grandpa hasn't been idle this past year. Not only did I refine that thousand-year-old spiritual herb, but I also learned the Saint-level ultimate technique you gave me. It's more than enough to deal with Mo Wuxin."

Mo Yu said excitedly, as if he couldn't wait to have a showdown with Mo Wuxin.

Wang Baole muttered to himself, "That's not enough."

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Mo Yu felt that his grandson had looked down on him, and he was about to prove himself when he saw Wang Baole take out a holy sword from his storage ring.

Even before the knife was fully sheathed, Mo Yu could already sense the sharpness emanating from it.

Wang Baole said, "This sword is called Startling Silence. It's a trophy I acquired in the Great Void Secret Realm. I'll borrow it from you, Grandpa, for now."

Upon hearing Mo Yu's eyes practically flew to the Startling Silence Saber; he had never used a holy blade in his entire life.

Although Baole only lent it to him, being able to use the Holy Sword for even a short while made his life worthwhile.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony, Grandpa."

After handing the Startling Silence to Mo Yu, Wang Baole said, "Grandpa, I plan to continue my cultivation for the next few days. Please don't disturb me unless it's something important."

"Well."

Mo Yu looked at the holy sword in his hand, completely ignoring Wang Baole's words.

After seeing his grandfather off, Wang Baole went to his own private kitchen. During the past two weeks of travel, he would take time every day to practice cooking.

He felt that his Yin-Yang Taiji Harmonizing Hands was nearing perfection, and with half a month left until the agreed duel, he had enough time to break through.

Wang Baole first closed his eyes and waited until he was calm before starting to cook.

Time passed day by day.

In the Southern Camp, apart from Nangong Yu, Wang Yufei, and Nie Xiuyuan, Wang Baole was nowhere to be seen.

However, the group of bigwigs accompanying him were able to enjoy delicious meals prepared by Wang Baole every day.

This pleased all the bigwigs, who secretly remarked that they were proud to have such a fine son-in-law!

Ten days later.

In the kitchen, Wang Baole finally perfected his Yin-Yang Taiji Harmonizing Hands while cooking a dish.

In that instant, Wang Baole felt that both his culinary skills and his soul had been elevated.

This feeling was unprecedented for him; he hadn't felt this way even when his Saber Intent was at its peak.

Meanwhile, Wanli away, in Miscellaneous Dao Institute...

Chu Feng had just finished his work at the winery when a familiar mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Host disciple Wang Baole has achieved perfect Yin-Yang Taiji Harmonizing Hands and mastered the Ice and Fire Immortal Chef. Reward: Host, True Essence of the Great Dao +8."

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng looked at the horizon and muttered, "A breakthrough in the heat of battle! Little Fatty is aiming to make a name for himself across the world this time!"

Achoo!

Wang Baole sneezed, rubbed his nose, and thought to himself: How did I suddenly get choked?

Let's make today's delicious meal first.

An hour later, Mo Yu, the Wang Clan patriarch, and the Eighth Prince of the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty looked at the table full of delicious-looking dishes and exclaimed in unison.

"Le'er / Baole's cooking skills have improved so much in just a few days!"

After filling their glasses, the three of them began to eat.

They only took a small bite, but they found that the food was completely different from what they had eaten before.

The three of them exchanged glances, then began to wolf down their food without any regard for their image.

After a hearty meal, the three suppressed their shock and began to cultivate on the spot. The spiritual energy contained in this meal was no less than that of a pill for the Dao Integration Realm, although it would not greatly increase their cultivation.

However, Wang Baole is only at the Heavenly Origin Realm now. If he becomes stronger, it is not impossible for him to make Saint Rank spiritual food. Compared with pills, the advantage of spiritual food is that it does not contain pill toxins. This boy's future is limitless.

A moment later, the Eighth Prince, who was the first to refine spiritual energy, exclaimed, "I never expected Baole's culinary skills to surpass even the spiritual chefs in the Great Yu Dynasty's palace. Congratulations to both of you!"

The two people beside them also opened their eyes. "Congratulations! Congratulations!"

Wang Baole's breakthrough did not cause much of a stir in the camp; everyone was secretly gathering their strength, waiting for the day of the great battle to arrive.

Before they knew it, the day of their duel arrived.

Wang Baole got up early and, accompanied by Nangong Yu and Wang Yufei, appeared on the reviewing stand.

Without further ado, he waved his hand and shouted, "On my command, all troops, attack!!!"