Chapter 110

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Chapter 110: The Broken Sword

The platinum light stood out conspicuously on the dark platform, so much so that it was almost blinding. When it landed on Shang Wuyang’s sword, white smoke seemed to gently emanate from it, eerie yet peaceful.

There was not a sound on the entire platform.

The strike on Shang Wuyang was not severe, he wasn’t even hurt.

But as he lay on the cold and rough ground, looking up at the platform, the light was so piercing that he couldn’t open his eyes. His hair was disheveled on the ground, and even his voice sounded hoarse for some reason.

He asked in a deep voice, "What is this rule?"

Once leaving the platform, they couldn’t continue the fight. Wen Yun reluctantly pulled back the wand, regretting that she didn’t have more time just now. Otherwise, one hit wouldn’t have been enough.

She raised an eyebrow lazily and asked, "Are you asking me?"

Shang Wuyang, "Yes."

The girl on the stage put on a casual smile, looking down at him. She had a face that seemed like that of a gentle fairy high up in the clouds, but her eyes looked arrogant and fierce.

"Do you think of me as your master? Do you expect me to answer all your questions? And do you have a humble attitude when seeking advice?"

Shang Wuyang below frowned slightly, showing rare signs of normal emotions. "It’s alright, we can try again."

As long as he tried again, he would surely figure out the strange fighting style of this female martial artist. This time, his sword would definitely not miss its mark.

Saying that, he propped himself up and stood, ready to go back on stage with his sword. However, for some reason, a semi-transparent barrier blocked him from entering.

Wen Yun simply glanced at Shang Wuyang and gently reminded him, "Did you not read the rules carefully before entering the Cloud Sea Tower? If you lose inside the Cloud Sea Tower, you can only challenge again next month."

Shang Wuyang stared coldly at her, wanting to say something more, but Wen Yun ignored him and waved her hand, easily ejecting him from the ninety-ninth arena.

Only the soft sound floated into the ears of the black-clad sword cultivator, not as a challenge, but just stating a fact plainly.

"I will always stay here, as long as I am here, you can never kill another person inside the Cloud Sea Tower in your lifetime."

Shang Wuyang was teleported back to the one hundredth arena by the array.

As he landed, he staggered a bit under his feet, only managing not to fall awkwardly by supporting himself with his sword.

He lowered his gaze, sweeping it over his dark slender sword, noticing that the intense killing aura on it had become fainter than before, and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.

In the upper realm, there are those like him who focus on mastering weapons, those who focus on refining their bodies, and of course, there are also those like the female cultivator who specialize in mastering spiritual energy and casting various spells.

For the latter, his previous simple method of dealing with them was to make sure his sword struck fast enough, so those close-range spellcasters couldn’t avoid a fatal end.

However, the female cultivator was different. Her spiritual energy and agility were terrifyingly strong, and the strange light barrier she displayed faintly restrained his sword intent.

Shang Wuyang’s accumulated sword intent from a thousand years of resentful spirits was one of his trump cards, but in the recent battle, over a thousand of those intents were purified by that light!

Shang Wuyang went to Cloud Sea World to break through the Ascension Stage barrier and move up a level, but instead of progressing, he lost his fighting spirit first!

The cultivators gathered at Cloud Sea Tower are all extremely powerful, far beyond ordinary people from the lower realm. Battling them brings greater rewards than fighting ordinary cultivators, and progressing further may lead to sudden enlightenment.

However, Wen Yun is currently blocking Shang Wuyang’s path, trapping him in Cloud Sea Tower. Although she can’t defeat him now, he is stuck in one place and unable to move.

The so-called training in Cloud Sea Tower has turned into a joke.

Shang Wuyang does not see losing once as a big deal. His path is the most fierce and ruthless in the world, focusing on life and death rather than victory or defeat. As long as he’s alive, he never considers it a loss.

However, people from the outside do not see it the same way.

Everyone saw Shang Wuyang being knocked off the arena by a wand in the mirror, and in their eyes, it was a clear and embarrassing defeat.

Elder Zhang was speechless, struggling to breathe, as he asked in disbelief, "Did Junior Brother Shang really get knocked off the stage like that?"

Weren’t they constantly overpowering the female cultivator in the fight just now? Even if not defeated in one strike, they were always in the lead!

How come suddenly got pushed off the stage!

Azi was shocked and burped, hesitantly replied, "It seems… like this?"

"Oh no." Elder Zhang finally accepted the fact, his eyes turned bleak, "I’m afraid I will be held responsible when I go back this time."

Squinting, thinking of the Origin Crystal that Elder Zhang had entrusted to him before, thinking he understood the other’s feelings, so he bravely comforted, "Elder, wealth can be regained again, isn’t it just an Origin Crystal, let’s earn it again…"

"You guys don’t understand a thing, this is not even about the Origin Crystal at all!" Elder Zhang’s eyes showed a hint of despair, "Do you know why Martial Uncle Shang appeared? It was the Sect Leader who asked him to come out this time!"

The attitude of Dongxuan Sect towards Shang Wuyang has always been very strange.

Normally, such a talented person should be carefully nurtured to be the next Sect Leader, should have more contact with other friendly sects, let his reputation spread far and wide to become a symbol of Dongxuan Sect. This is the usual way to cultivate elite disciples of each sect.

However, Shang Wuyang’s master Supreme Immortal Shangxuan’s attitude is very strange.

He seems to dislike his disciple appearing in front of outsiders, has no intention of guiding him to take charge of the sect, even rejecting the repeated suggestions of the sect leader of Dongxuan Sect to let Shang Wuyang participate in various grand events.

Thinking about Shang Wuyang’s talent suddenly made everyone understand. Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered by these worldly matters and is focused on pursuing the Great Dao?

It wasn’t until this opportunity to travel to the Northern Wilderness with the help of the Supreme Immortal Shangxuan, combined with Shang Wuyang’s own desire to find a breakthrough, and the approval of the sect leader, that Shang Wuyang appeared in front of other sects for the first time.

Everything was originally satisfactory.

When Shang Wuyang made his first appearance, he quickly gained fame. This was secretly arranged by the former sect leader before Shang Wuyang left. Elder Zhang did an excellent job, even using the funds allocated by the sect leader to buy a Camera Stone to create a scene at the gambling house. In fact, this tactic worked extremely well. Not to mention how many Origin Crystals Shang Wuyang had earned earlier, this show of strength almost made all sects aware of how terrifying the Dongxuan Sect was.

The title "Number One Under the Immortal Realm" was firmly established! Dongxuan Sect is now as lively as a blazing fire, with flowers blooming luxuriantly, attracting numerous families to send their own children to join the sect.

However, now, this number one person is being brought down like a dog and lying on the ground?!

What’s even more unfortunate is that this is all happening under the light mirror projection, and almost the entire Cloud Sea City witnessed this embarrassing scene!

He could even hear the people around him laughing wildly.

"Is this it? Is this the so-called ‘Number One Under the Immortal Realm’? Just knocked down by a little girl? I could do better!"

"I heard that Dongxuan Sect recently accepted many new disciples. Maybe it’s better for me to learn from a female disciple and practice the martial arts to defeat Dongxuan Sect!"

When Shang Wuyang and Wen Yun walked out of Cloud Sea Tower one after the other, the voices suddenly quieted down, with all eyes on them.

Even though Shang Wuyang lost to Wen Yun, anyone who saw the fight wouldn’t dare claim to be better than him. It was the first time for everyone to witness how terrifying Shang Wuyang’s sword skills were. As for Wen Yun who defeated Shang Wuyang, she was even more exceptional.

In short, they were not to be messed with.

The two of them walked towards the crowd from afar, with Wen Yun in the front and Shang Wuyang behind. The crowd, which was originally packed tightly, parted ways for them without a word.

Immortal Su Yuan, with sharp eyes, noticed that something was off with Wen Yun. He quickly approached and asked, "Are you injured, dear?"

"No, I’m fine." Wen Yun discreetly shook her head and whispered, "Just feeling a bit exhausted."

It was indeed challenging to use the Power of Rules. She had only momentarily manipulated time, and now she felt lethargic. However, with many people around, she forced herself to look fine.

At that moment, various noises and shouts kept reaching her ears.

The people who had bet a lot of Origin Crystals on Shang Wuyang were the most vocal. They were still excited from their previous win, but this time they were shocked when Shang Wuyang lost!

Some of them had lost their cool after losing, and when they saw Wen Yun coming out, they turned red and shouted, "How could you possibly win!"

Wen Yun was puzzled by the question, but she had her fellow disciples protecting her now. She didn’t need to answer, as Shen Xinghai and Zhu Erchong stood in front of her, ready to confront these crazy people, saying, "Want to start a fight?"

"You two arrogant folks at the Golden Core Stage!"

Shen Xinghai raised an eyebrow and coldly snorted, "Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west bank, don’t underestimate the poor youth!"

As he spoke, he calmly placed the Origin Crystals he had just won into the space bag. In the flashing lights, the colors of the Origin Crystals were mesmerizing.

The scene, resembling a display of wealth, completely angered the gambler, realizing that the Origin Crystals might have been part of what he had lost!

With a rush of blood to his head, he madly tried to grab the space bag, shouting, "Just because you can!"

"Ha, picking on me?" Shen Xinghai swiftly dodged and hefted the full space bag. Facing the Soul Changing Stage cultivator in front of him, he wasn’t intimidated at all. He turned to the silver-armored guards and shouted, "Someone here wants to fight me!"

What if we can’t win? It’s said that we shouldn’t bully the young and poor, as they can seek help!

The silver-armored guards didn’t move, but others were quick to stand by Wen Yun’s side.

"Are you trying to break the rules of Cloud Sea City?" A winged person coldly looked at the angry gamblers with red eyes, with other members of the same clan following suit, showing a clear intention to protect Wen Yun.

Not only them, but also many cultivators from different worlds stepped forward. Most of them had lost loved ones at the hands of Shang Wuyang’s sword. They joined the gambling game out of anger to support Wen Yun and unexpectedly won an Origin Crystal. In any case, they were showing their support for Wen Yun.

Furthermore, anyone could see that Wen Yun had a bright future ahead. By simply showing goodwill, they might form a good relationship.

In no time, a crowd had gathered around Wen Yun. Those with lower cultivation levels tried to show familiarity, while senior cultivators approached with inviting smiles.

"Is Taoist Friend Wen here? I am an elder of the Divine Talisman Sect. I noticed you using a talisman just now. Are you interested in visiting our sect for a tour?"

A burly giant suddenly pushed the old man aside and bent down to look directly at Wen Yun, earnestly promoting, "Friend, have you heard about the Giant Spirit Sect? My son is the sect master there, only 7,000 years old and still without a partner. He’s handsome and charming. If you’re interested, you can come with me to the Giant Spirit Realm…"

Upon hearing this, Immortal Su Yuan immediately coughed and reminded, "Their partner is currently undergoing a Heavenly Tribulation. It’s not the right time to try to win their affections."

He pointed to the figure gathering in the calamity cloud in the sky, and just then a bolt of lightning struck down fiercely. The sky seemed like it was about to split open, but the man on top didn’t seem like he wanted to disappear into thin air.

The giant clicked his tongue and sighed with regret, "So he’s your partner… Remember to let me know when you two break the bond, so I can bring my big son."

Wen Yun didn’t have time to listen to what they were saying.

Now, all she could see were Ye Shubai below the calamity cloud, all she could hear were the thunder echoing one after another. Her mind was not responding to the soul contract with Ye Shubai, all she could see was the tiny imprint representing Ye Shubai trembling non-stop.

It was Ye Shubai’s soul trembling in pain, and only Wen Yun knew that he wasn’t as relaxed as he seemed to others; he also felt unbearable pain.

There was no need to ask, as someone next to them shouted out the number loudly–

"That’s the one hundredth thunderbolt!"

That’s already a hundred?

Many eyes in the city silently turned to the silent Dongxuan Sect people in the corner. For a moment, they all thought of the same thing: If the white-clad sword cultivator above had to bear one more thunderbolt, wouldn’t he have as many as Shang Wuyang?!

Elder Zhang also thought of this, his face looking worse and worse.

Two more lightning strikes, Ye Shubai’s straight body swayed in the air, falling to the ground like white snowflakes. People below gasped and stepped back together. With a loud bang, Ye Shubai smashed into a big hole on the ground. Dust filled the air, blocking everyone’s sight.

Elder Zhang’s eyes lit up. Yes, as long as he was struck by lightning to death, he would bear as much thunder as Shang Wuyang did. It would only make him a loser who failed to survive the Ascension Disaster!

However, when the dust cleared, what appeared before everyone was still a standing figure.

He’s not dead yet!

Elder Zhang’s head kept spinning, enduring two blows in a row. His mind was confused for a moment, finding it hard to believe what he was seeing.

After losing to Wen Yun in the Cloud Sea Tower, Shang Wuyang is now about to lose to another unknown boy in enduring the thunder strikes? They came out to promote Dongxuan Sect with the Sect Leader Token, but in the end, they only sacrificed their own reputation, making wedding clothes for two insignificant figures?

Dongxuan Sect never cares about the process, only the result. Failing means not completing the mission. Elder Zhang even imagines the terrifying punishment he will face when he returns to the sect. He dares not report this news to the sect, unable to force out his usual pleasing smile, only staring blankly at Shang Wuyang.

The old man asked bitterly, "Junior Brother Shang, what should we do now?"

"Wait."

"Wait?" Elder Zhang blinked, his face almost beaten to a pulp, unsure of what he was still waiting for.

Shang Wuyang was indifferent to the so-called task assigned by the sect leader; he only cared about whether his cultivation could be successful.

Just like how he didn’t feel defeated after being knocked off the stage by Wen Yun earlier, and watching Ye Shubai endure the 102nd heavenly thunder without a hint of embarrassment or resentment.

The normal emotions that regular people should possess had been gradually stripped away from him through the twisted killings from a young age. He had no idea what joy or anger truly meant.

Shang Wuyang only knew life and death.

In the vast multiverse, geniuses were never lacking. Only those who survived could be considered the ultimate winners; those who lost were just another opportunity for the winners.

He tightened his grip on the sword handle, his gaze coldly fixed on Ye Shubai not far away, as calm as a hunter waiting for his prey to falter.

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The thunder kept coming down non-stop, each bolt scarier than the last.

All the cultivators in Cloud Sea City had already retreated to the outskirts. Ye Shubai stood alone under the thunderstorm, buying time for the lower-level cultivators. Surprisingly, amidst the powerful thunder, no one was harmed. Now, they watched from afar in amazement at the rare sight of the thunderstorm, feeling relieved.

A rock was struck by lightning, flew, and hit Wen Yun’s cheek, leaving a light red mark.

She felt nothing, only staring intently in Ye Shubai’s direction. Their souls connected, and she should have known his condition. However, the stubborn sword cultivator had purposely blocked her Divine Sense, preventing her from checking on him.

As the master, Wen Yun had the power to break through the Divine Sense barrier, but Ye Shubai was refining his soul at the moment, risking harm. She couldn’t bear to intervene.

Nevertheless, each time she sensed his soul insignia stir, her heart clenched.

The thunder became slower, and the stars in the sky twinkled.

Despite not being closely related, Cloud Sea City was bustling as if it were a festival, proudly declaring, "We have produced an exceptional talent in Cloud Sea World!"

After watching nervously for three days, Zhu Erchong couldn’t resist any longer. He used the Origin Crystal he won to secretly buy a roasted pig from outside. He hid in Wen Yun’s barrier and asked eagerly, "Ancestral Master Ye might still be facing the thunder, should Martial Sister Wen have a roasted pig trotter first?"

The smell of roasted pig in the cloud sea was really fragrant, it tempted Wen Yun to move closer.

She gravely reminded, "Martial Brother Zhu, hold onto your roasted pig."

"Huh?" Zhu Erchong was confused.

But in the next moment, he understood why Wen Yun had said that, as a huge calamity cloud suddenly made a deafening sound and viciously crashed into a giant pit ahead like never before!

Wen Yun softly counted the final number—

"One hundred twenty."

In the sky, the calamity cloud that had shrouded Cloud Sea City for five days gradually dissipated, allowing the clear and pure sunlight to return to the eyes of the people. A golden path leading to immortality descended from the sky onto Cloud Sea City.

Ye Shubai, however, didn’t immediately go up, but with a pale face, he was searching for something.

Only when he saw his beloved in the distance, did his cold gaze slowly soften, grasping the wooden sword that Wen Yun personally crafted for him, he firmly stepped into the void, but halfway through, he couldn’t help but look back at her.

Immortal Su Yuan was so angry that he wanted to laugh, "Others who ascend to the skies pay attention to being carefree and unbothered. They can’t wait to soar up and take a look. Look at this kid, still turning his head every three steps. It’s really making me laugh at my ancestors!"

Little Yun girl beside him was the same. If it weren’t for her weakened body after the big battle, she would have flown up with Ye Shubai without any shame, hand in hand, breaking through the void!

Wen Yun felt a bit embarrassed but didn’t want to miss the big event of Ye Shubai ascending. She could only endure the teasing looks of the old sword cultivator and continue to watch.

Even though Ye Shubai turned his head three times, he still reached the top of Cloud Sea World and was about to step into the void alone to complete his ascension.

However, at that moment, something unusual happened—

A mysterious figure with a chilling intent, at lightning speed, swiftly chased after Ye Shubai’s back!

At this moment, Ye Shubai had left Cloud Sea City, and the rules of Cloud Sea City no longer applied!

The killing intent was too obvious, so Ye Shubai instinctively turned around, sword in hand, to meet the threat.

In the instant when the dark sword edge met the light wooden sword body, there was no hindrance at all. The former was directly cut in half, even the crude plum blossom pattern she had carefully carved on the wooden sword was now split in two, with only two petals left on the remaining half of the sword.

The broken half of the wooden sword was swept away by the wind high in the sky, its whereabouts unknown.

Ye Shubai’s usually calm eyes suddenly burst with an unprecedented coldness!