Chapter 171: Kill the Body, Shatter the Spirit (Requesting Monthly Tickets

To destroy an entire martial sect with one's own strength sounds thrilling, but in reality it's not particularly difficult—many martial artists of the First Rank's fourth level can accomplish it.

But the problem is, those who destroyed martial sects usually targeted only second- or third-rate organizations; destroying the Wu Family Sword Tomb, a supreme martial holy site, is an entirely different matter, with a difficulty level worlds apart.

Remember, the Wu Family Sword Tomb is brimming with experts; merely the openly known First Rank masters number more than ten fingers' worth, not to mention the clan's profound depth—who knows how many immortal ancestors lie hidden within the tomb as its final resort?

Even if none exist, the Wu Family still possesses countless formidable sword slaves and numerous clan members at the Second Rank's Minor Master level, ready to form powerful sword arrays to resist invaders.

Just as in ancient times when the Eastern Sword and Western Guide clashed, the Wu Family deployed only nine swords to shatter ten thousand armored troops.

And on their own territory, the Wu Family Sword Tomb could truly stand against a million troops without yielding an inch.

This is precisely why the Wu Family has stood firm in the martial world for nearly a thousand years without ever declining.

Yet despite all this, the Wu Family Sword Tomb was defeated—utterly and completely.

Their own strength only magnified the terror and uniqueness of that Sword Demon, leaving every martial artist and swordsman across the realm stunned, as if witnessing the imminent rise of a new sword legend, filling them with a strange sense of pride.

"Do you think this Sword Demon… Ge! could possibly defeat the one in Wudicheng?"

Amid clinking cups and goblets, a burly man with a full beard, face flushed and reeking of alcohol, spoke up.

At once, the martial folk at nearby tables exchanged glances, and the surrounding atmosphere fell silent.

Who was the one in Wudicheng?

Without doubt, it was Wang Xianzhi—the old devil who called himself "Second Under Heaven," yet was in truth the First.

Since thirty years ago, when Wang Xianzhi snapped Li Chungang's wooden horse ox with two fingers and became the undisputed First Under Heaven, he had become the nightmare of every martial practitioner.

He founded Wudicheng, held dominion over the martial world for over half a century, fought nearly a thousand battles large and small, and never lost a single one; when fighting, he used only one hand and suppressed his cultivation to match his opponent's level, demanding they give their all to lose with full respect.

Beyond that, he once clashed with the Eastern Yue Empire, single-handedly smashing through sixty thousand elite troops, charging in and out three times.

He also slaughtered the elite of the Eastern Yue Sword Pool until not a single core disciple remained, crippling them so severely they still haven't fully recovered.

In terms of combat record alone, the Sword Demon and Wang Xianzhi seem evenly matched; the former is more ruthless, the latter has held his prestige for far longer—it's hard to say who is truly superior.

After a brief silence, the teahouse erupted again into fresh debate, the atmosphere growing noisy.

Meanwhile, in a corner by the window of the teahouse, a handsome youth in blue robes sat quietly, deaf to the commotion nearby, sipping tea while listening to the chatter, a faint smile curling at his lips.

"Pfft! A bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well—what level is that old devil Wang? How dare you compare him to Brother Xian?"

A disapproving voice came from across the boy, a child barely over ten years old, scowling as he muttered:

"He's only won because he's lived decades longer. What's so great about that? If Brother Xian had been born earlier and hadn't been biding his time in the Wu Family Sword Tomb all these years, the title of First Under Heaven would've already been his."

"Hah! Not bad—you've gotten quite good at flattery."

The blue-robed youth smiled slightly, placed a plate of jujube paste cake before the boy, then ruffled his hair roughly before saying seriously:

"Don't underestimate the heroes of this world. Take Wang Xianzhi—he's a true martial genius, rare even once in a thousand years.

At his current cultivation level, across all history, only a handful could match him; if he lives another twenty years, even the legendary Lu Zu might not be able to defeat him."

"Wang Xianzhi is really that strong?"

Hearing the youth's assessment, the boy was surprised, then looked at him and declared: "No matter what, he's definitely not as strong as Brother Xian."

The youth merely smiled without replying, as if silently agreeing.

Hmm, by now, many readers have likely guessed the blue-robed youth's identity… Yes, he is Wu Xian of the Snow Country world—and the Sword Demon everyone in the teahouse is debating is none other than himself.

The full story begins six years ago.

At that time, Wu Xian had just awakened his golden finger, entered a mysterious space, and encountered a Lunhuizhe named Wu Xian who had already exchanged for Kryptonian bloodline; upon returning to the Snow Country world, his physical constitution underwent explosive enhancement.

In terms of this world's martial system, Wu Xian's physical strength at that point was already equal to that of a Supreme Great Golden Body martial artist, bordering on a Land Immortal.

But due to the world's restrictions, he could not yet fully convert all the shared power into combat ability.

Thus, Wu Xian did not immediately retaliate against the entire Wu Family; instead, he chose to remain hidden, gradually revealing astonishing talent, quickly earning the attention of the Wu Family's high-ups and gaining access to advanced martial arts and sword techniques.

Meanwhile, he continuously obtained cultivation manuals from the Lunhuizhe Wu Xian: Nine Yang Divine Art, Nine Yin True Scripture, and the Great Yin-Yang Sorrowful Composition. Ultimately, through a lottery, he chose Nine Yang Divine Art as his main cultivation method, leaving the other two to be practiced by Tang Dynasty Wu Xian and Ancient Martial Wu Xian.

Since all three internal cultivation manuals were from the Master God version, they fused effortlessly with any martial system without producing the slightest conflict.

Thus, Wu Xian spent roughly six years until he fully mastered Nine Yang Divine Art, his martial path officially entering the First Rank's Heavenly Phenomenon realm, unlocking most of his latent potential.

Seeing the timing ripe, Wu Xian grew tired of pretending and launched a massive rebellion.

In just one day, he shattered over three hundred of the Wu Family Sword Tomb's eight hundred ranked martial artists with his bare fists.

Most of them had once bullied the Wu Family's illegitimate sons.

A few hadn't directly participated, but couldn't escape complicity—and all were sent to the Western Paradise to repent before Buddha.

The remaining five hundred or so survived, but Wu Xian shattered their cultivation foundations, rendering them permanently unable to practice martial arts, reduced to powerless commoners.

It wasn't over.

Wu Xian didn't kill them, but imposed a rule: they must change their surnames—any surname in the Hundred Family Names was acceptable, except Wu.

You claim to be the true Wu Family? You look down on illegitimate sons?

Then I'll destroy your pride at its root—so you can never again call yourselves Wu Family.

Even your descendants will be forced to use other surnames, effectively severing the Wu Family Sword Tomb's lineage in another sense.

To kill a man and shatter his spirit—this is precisely what it means.

As for why Wu Xian didn't change his own surname…

Laughable—my Wu is Wu Xian's Wu; it has nothing to do with your Wu Family Sword Tomb.

Rather, what level are you lot? How dare you share a surname with me?

All of you—change it!

(End of Chapter)