Chapter 934: Half-Saint

Level 70, which is the half-step Saint realm, known as a Half-Saint.

Strictly speaking, Xiang Wuhui was still just a cultivator within the range of a sixth-turn Venerable, having not yet completely broken into the seventh turn.

But his attributes were many times higher than those of an ordinary Venerable...

This was all because he was an Elite.

A lower-plane human in a dungeon world is generally very difficult to become an Elite, unless they are refined into a living puppet or a monster.

Monsters are easily judged as Elite monsters and thus gain a large amount of attribute bonuses.

Just like the sect leader of the Shanling Sect, Yue Chenshan.

Being able to rely on one's own cultivation to gain the recognition of world rules and become an Elite existence is almost an impossible thing.

But this Sword Venerable had done it.

Ni Shuang's eyes were sharp, Jiang Yunqing also began to apply buffs to everyone, and Ji Yao was even about to start summoning soul monsters to join the battle!

This old man had activated sword marks right from the start to form a cage surrounding them, so naturally, they wanted to strike back.

Su Ming felt sweat drenching his back.

Once this old Sword Venerable was angered, he feared that none of them would be able to leave.

His strength was definitely one of the top existences in this world.

Su Ming immediately gave a look and whispered.

"Ni Shuang, Ji Yao, Yunqing, don't move yet!"

The group's eyes narrowed, and they hurriedly retracted their skills.

Su Ming stepped forward and said sternly to Xiang Wuhui.

"Senior Xiang, please release this sword-Qi cage." He cupped his fists and bowed, his attitude respectful.

Xiang Wuhui stood up, dusted off his dirty Daoist robe covered in dust, and said expressionlessly.

"You must promise this old man to roll down the mountain before I can release this sword-Qi cage..."

"Hiss... wait."

A flash of surprise suddenly crossed Xiang Wuhui's eyes.

"Kid, do you know who this old man is?"

He approached Su Ming and asked with a frown.

Because Su Ming had just called him Senior Xiang, accurately stating his surname!

"Naturally, Senior has been dominating the martial arts world for a hundred years; your dashing scenes of slaying demons and eliminating evil have even been copied into paintings by others."

"Although you have retired from the world, legends of you circulate everywhere in the human world, so this junior recognized you at a glance."

Su Ming smiled faintly; a combo of flattery, every word striking the heart.

It was a pity that Xiang Wuhui was a person of pure cultivation and naturally could not be dizzied by such praise.

He just tilted his head to take a sip of wine, smiled slightly, and looked at Su Ming.

"Heh, heh, kid, you're quite clever."

"Your flattery skills are truly not bad."

"It's just a pity that this Demon-Suppressing Tower is a forbidden ground that determines the fate of the human world; as long as you promise not to leave, I still cannot let you go," he said, shaking his head.

He had a hint of drunkenness on his face, and his speech was not formal at all, but from beginning to end, he had never dealt a lethal blow to Su Ming and his party.

Therefore, Su Ming could be certain that this old senior was indeed a righteous expert of Shushan and could be negotiated with!

This person's sword-cultivation attainment must surely be able to offer him some guidance.

For such a Sword Venerable, one must be sincere and use wit, not brute force.

"This Demon-Suppressing Tower, this junior doesn't necessarily have to enter."

"This junior has come from afar with no malice, only to explore the true essence of sword cultivation and wanted to come to Shushan to apprentice and learn."

"But I didn't expect that this place was already a wasteland..."

As Su Ming spoke, his expression became extremely sincere.

Once these words were spoken, Xiang Wuhui's smile was dashing.

"Hahaha, kid."

"You weren't this polite when you ignored my advice on the bridge just now."

He flicked his sleeves and said loudly.

Hearing this, Su Ming frowned...

No wonder the old Sword Venerable's voice was so familiar.

It turned out that the voice on the phantom bridge urging him to return was left by this senior.

"Could it be that the great formation was also left by you?" Su Ming asked in confusion.

Xiang Wuhui shook his head.

"That formation was left by my senior brother."

"He knew that the Shushan Sword Sect had been destroyed and that with no one to reinforce it, this Demon-Suppressing Tower could not suppress the demonic beasts within forever."

"There must be sword cultivators from the outside world entering to help suppress and kill them."

"Therefore, he left an entrance formation for our Shushan Sword Sect's secret realm."

"However, he miscalculated one step, and that is that the demon race is not stupid either; they have slaughtered human sword cultivators wantonly over these years, burned sword-cultivation techniques, and almost killed off a generation of sword cultivators."

"Nowadays, there shouldn't be many sword cultivators left in the human race, right?"

He looked at Su Ming and asked leisurely.

Su Ming nodded.

Xiang Wuhui had not left the mountain, but he had guessed eight or nine out of ten things happening in the human world correctly.

Worthy of being a generation of Half-Saints of Shushan.

He should also be proficient in calculation methods.

Xiang Wuhui's senior brother... was the last sect leader before the Shushan Sword Sect was destroyed.

So it was that person who left the formation...

Su Ming felt somewhat amazed.

No wonder the traces of the sword formation were so exquisite and natural.

That person was a true Sword Saint with seventh-turn strength!

But this was a B-grade dungeon; seventh-turn Saint-level cultivators shouldn't be able to appear, so they could only be historical figures.

Therefore, that person must have died in the final battle of the Shushan Sword Sect.

This also made Su Ming curious about what exactly happened back then that caused even a seventh-turn Sword Saint to perish?

A sigh that was difficult to detect emerged in Xiang Wuhui's eyes.

"Human sword cultivators have already become extinct."

"Since that is the case, the formation he left is purely adding trouble for this old man!"

As he spoke, Xiang Wuhui's expression became somewhat displeased.

"Fortunately, that great formation can only be opened once."

"After you roll out, no one else will be able to enter."