Chapter 475: Teaching According to Talent, the Harmonious Iron Fist

"The paper… maybe don't publish it yet?"

Gu Chang hesitated for a long while before speaking.

Zheng Fa was slightly surprised, looking at this senior disciple.

"If the other disciples find out about this… I fear they've built up too high expectations."

Zheng Fa froze, then saw Gu Chang's expression darken: "I nearly went mad, my physical form damaged—could it not be because of deep suffering from my spiritual root? The other senior and junior brothers likely suffer similarly."

"Perhaps

Immediately, the rest of the caravan took up their roles; with various techniques, not long after, a luxurious flying vessel materialized on the spot, making Wu Di inwardly marvel—this old patriarch of the Tang family truly knew how to enjoy life, with ample grandeur; tomorrow, when free, he too could assemble such a quiet yet extraordinary team.

Yao Wuliang was the elder patriarch of the Nine-Tailed Devouring Heaven Fox clan, father of Yao Tian and Yao Xuan, and like Ning'er's father Bai Fen, held supreme authority over the clan.

The two palms collided; that demonic hand was instantly shattered by Feng Hao's palm, dissolving into a cloud of blood mist.

That eerie gaze seemed to contain terrifying killing intent, along with boundless pressure crushing down.

The demonic sound entered his ears, but Jiang Mo remained unmoved—he possessed a mighty spiritual sense that towered over all others; what could such demonic sound do to him?

Thinking of this, Elder Su Xing straightened his back, subtly adjusted his robes, and touched his storage bag—he had absolute confidence in his "Su Xing No. 2."

The other two dukes responded in unison, drew their personal artifacts, and simultaneously poured vast quantities of ghostly energy into them.

"You!" Sima Gan flew into a rage, but before he could move, a vast, majestic aura—proud and sovereign over heaven and earth—exploded from Yan Kai! Like a soaring dragon above the heavens, it looked down upon all beings with haughty disdain.

Yet in the eighty-first match, Ouyang Hua narrowly lost; his opponent was one of the top ten experts from the transcendent ancient clan Jun Tian of the Central Continent, his fists wielding ten-thousand-jun force, like a humanoid ferocious beast.

Ye Tianhao galloped on horseback, speed like an arrow; within dozens of breaths, he caught up.

The other five Immortals of Cui Xia, who had been laboring with Yi calculations, physiognomy, Eight Characters, and aura-reading to find a suitable name, put down their hand seals at once and nodded in deep agreement.

The demon folk around Li Fei all erupted in excitement, shouting to seize Li Fei and deliver him to the Demon Emperor.

"Is Cao Cao of the Three Kingdoms' Wei Kingdom trapped inside that light gate?" Chu Fei asked calmly, gazing at the luminous portal.

The atmosphere inside the hall instantly revived; under the crowd's gaze, another auction item was brought onto the stage.

"Ah!" With a long sigh, Luo Tian turned and walked toward the distance; the wind blew fiercely, green grass swayed, dark clouds spun and churned overhead, faint flashes of lightning flickering within.

Even Nascent Soul completers could not withstand it, retreating backward until they reached a thousand zhang away; those with lower cultivation retreated even farther.

After Gu Hengxi entered, he arrived at the agreed location and waited a long while before Chu Lang finally showed up.

"Don't rush, Master Steward—the young master just arrived in town and has been arranged to rest at Pengyuan Inn; once he's rested, we'll bring him over tomorrow." Feng San replied respectfully.

Chu Xiang Yu stood in the arena, sneering—what fairness in challenge? It's just that they can't bear to lose, afraid I'll win and regain my freedom, no longer under their control. He'd suffered enough as a slave; even if he died today, he'd never return to that dog-and-pig existence, living a life of cowardly survival.

I possess spiritual wealth and a strong mind; I can withstand any rumor, any slander.

The Qingliang Mountain coachman who accompanied Xu Fengnian on his first journey into the vast Jianghu, before dying, proclaimed to the world with a sword technique named "Six Thousand Li": "Western Shu still has swords."

At the same time, what puzzled Ni Suanqiu was that, according to his spiritual sense, the movement speeds of the two black mountains were nearly identical—if a cultivator were flying within this Sword Shadow Mountain, they would still fail to notice the strange alteration of the stone walls on either side.