Chapter 129

Under the morning light, a burst of hoofbeats sounded. Xu Xu Wenwu had risen early; as soon as the sky brightened, he got up to walk the horse. Seeing Xu Xu Wenwu start working, Wei Yuan added another strand of destiny to the horse.

Now the domain had expanded by more than ten li, and there were more and more places to run horses. Xu Xu Wenwu trotted along on horseback, feeling very relaxed, and even had the feeling of riding a horse to see the green mountains. Xu Xu Wenwu was not too much of a fool; he saw the changes in the horse under his crotch, and guessed in his heart that most of this change had to do with himself, otherwise Wei Yuan wouldn't have let him walk the horse every day.

Xu Xu Wenwu naturally couldn't see Wei Yuan's destiny, only feeling that after being ridden by him every day, the horse had immediate changes. It seemed that there was still a great secret hidden in him, but it just hadn't reached the time for activation yet. It was a pity that he didn't know the activation conditions for the secret and had no way to work toward it specifically.

He rode the horse over hills and across rivers, suddenly thinking that if this continued, the horse would definitely have earth-shattering changes—would it one day be able to turn into a dragon? The only pity was that this wasn't a mare, otherwise he could look forward to its future transformation.

While thinking, Xu Xu Wenwu suddenly slapped his forehead and muttered to himself: "Eh? Isn't this just me being the Keeper of the Horses?"

Xu Xu Wenwu remembered that there were also a few long sticks among the magic treasure embryos, so he seriously considered whether to ask Wei Yuan for one. Although he certainly couldn't move it at all right now, what if there came a day when his bloodline awakened?

Xu Xu Wenwu stroked the horse's mane, feeling that if there really were such a day, wouldn't this be a ready-made White Dragon Horse? As for Wei Yuan, considering the friendship over this period and his appearance, he could be a Holy Monk.

However, those demons like Yun Yun Feifei and Xu Xu Waner, who seduced the Holy Monk whenever they had nothing to do, were unforgivable—they must be captured... no, subdued.

And then properly persuade them to turn over a new leaf.

Moreover, once was not enough to wash away their sins. Back then, Zhuge Kongming captured Meng Huo seven times, and he, Xu Xu Wenwu, was also a king-assisting talent of the ages; how could he let that village fool Zhuge take all the glory? Therefore, he must capture and release these two demons seven times to achieve perfect merit. If this matter were passed down to later generations, it would also be a fine story, probably enough to produce several high-quality scripts.

In the domain, Wei Yuan suddenly felt something and knew that someone had entered.

Wei Yuan casually picked up a magic sword embryo, reached out and wiped it across the blade, and a raging fire ignited; it had already been blessed with the Immortal Sword False Sun.

A disdainful voice sounded behind Wei Yuan: "This can also be called an immortal sword?"

Wei Yuan turned his head and saw Xiang Xiaoyu standing behind him, looking at the magic sword burning with raging flames, his face full of contempt.

After many years of not seeing him, Xiang Xiaoyu had long since become a graceful young gentleman, but his appearance was still more exquisite than the vast majority of so-called beauties. He wore white clothes, with green patterns decorating the lapels and cuffs, and held an immortal sword in his arms, his demeanor peerless for a time.

What Xiang Xiaoyu held was naturally not his own Dao Foundation, but a real magic sword used to carry the Immortal Sword Great Sun. Just looking at the scabbard, one knew the ancient intent was towering; it was no common item.

As the most outstanding genius of the young generation of the famous Xia family, the things Xiang Xiaoyu held in his hands, even if not peerless, were rare supreme items, not on the same level as the rough sword embryo in Wei Yuan's hand at all. Not to mention the magic sword, just picking a stone off that scabbard would be enough to buy ten or eight secret vaults of the Lan Shen Palace.

Wei Yuan turned a deaf ear to Xiang Xiaoyu's mockery, put down the magic sword burning with flames in his hand, picked up a second one, wiped it with his finger, and the sword edge likewise ignited with flames. Then the third, the fourth...

When Wei Yuan ignited the twentieth magic sword, Xiang Xiaoyu's face finally changed, and he shouted: "Enough!"

Wei Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, the burning immortal swords arranged in a lotus shape around him, his momentum very intimidating.

Wei Yuan said calmly: "This is a corner of my Dao Foundation, how is it?"

Xiang Xiaoyu snorted: "Twenty pieces of trash, not worth mentioning."

"Then add eighty more!" Wei Yuan waved his hand, and a pile of stone swords clattered onto the ground, piling up into a large heap.

Xiang Xiaoyu suddenly felt that the breath in his chest was not very smooth.

No matter how trashy the immortal swords were, if you could gather a hundred of them, the power could not be underestimated; Wei Yuan's immortal sword could barely count as human-rank, and the power of a hundred human-rank Dao Foundations combined was also quite considerable. Xiang Xiaoyu was ultimately unwilling to lie, so he really didn't want to answer this question.

Xiang Xiaoyu changed the subject and asked: "What are the names of these swords of yours?"

"Immortal Sword · False Sun."

The mass of air in Xiang Xiaoyu's chest was now really stuck in his throat, unable to go down or come up.

He drew the magic sword out a bit, the sword's edge shining with cold light, but he suppressed his anger and pushed it back in, gritting his teeth and saying: "If it weren't for the alien race being present, making internal fighting inappropriate, I would definitely let you know what a real immortal sword is!"

Wei Yuan knew that Xiang Xiaoyu was a bit flustered, otherwise he couldn't have said so much in one breath. But Wei Yuan still remembered how Xiang Xiaoyu used to hold his Dao Foundation and shake it in front of him every day, so he naturally wouldn't let Xiang Xiaoyu off easily. Wei Yuan had long prepared a great gift, and now he was just waiting for the Shaman tribe to come to his door. Although this great gift wasn't prepared specifically for Xiang Xiaoyu, who told him to come just at the right time, delivering himself to his door?

Wei Yuan said coldly: "You and I have both grown up; any grievances should naturally be compared against the alien race. If the Shaman tribe comes to commit an offense later, why don't you and I have a great battle with them, and judge who is better by our battle achievements, how about that?"

"That would be best! Otherwise, using merit to suppress you would really be bullying you too much," Xiang Xiaoyu said coldly.

"Merit? Hehe." Wei Yuan smiled without mirth.

This Xiang Xiaoyu must not know that he had just beheaded two Dharma Forms and obtained Heavenly Merit. Who was still comparing merit now? However, Wei Yuan didn't intend to reveal this matter now, but would wait until the merit list was updated. Let Xiang Xiaoyu brag for a while during this period; the more he bragged now, the faster he would have to dig into the ground when the time came.

Although beheading the Dharma Forms was ultimately mostly the power of the Listening Sea Tinghai Xianjun, the Tinghai Xianjun wouldn't fight Wei Yuan for this bit of credit. Wei Yuan had even thought of his lines now, just waiting for the merit list to update.

In terms of speaking, disciples of the Tianqing Palace had a natural bonus that other palaces could not match.

The two had not been confronting each other for even a moment when they suddenly looked into the distance at the same time. Several tens of li away, a Shaman tribe unit appeared on the mountain ridge and directly began to build a camp. This unit had a full two thousand warriors and extraordinary strength, but it didn't look like it had any intention of attacking immediately.

Wei Yuan and Xiang Xiaoyu looked at each other, both knowing that this Shaman tribe unit was coming with ill intent.

When Xiang Xiaoyu entered the domain, he had already seen the large number of Shaman warrior corpses laid out on the open ground, knowing that a great battle had just taken place here, which should have been a crushing defeat for the Shaman tribe. But this Shaman tribe unit actually dared to appear so brazenly, so they must have something to rely on. Moreover, this unit was camping only a few tens of li away and simply wouldn't approach the domain, leaving Azure Void's advantage with no way to be exerted.

Wei Yuan said solemnly: "It seems there is a trap waiting for us; why don't we endure for a few days? In three days, the domain will cover that area."

Surprise flashed across Xiang Xiaoyu's face, and he said: "Three days? Truly an immortal object!" "That's right! Wait or fight?" Wei Yuan asked again.

Xiang Xiaoyu slowly drew his magic sword and said: "Let's go, test the swords!"

"Test the swords!" Wei Yuan waved his large hand, and the hundred Immortal Sword False Suns on the ground disappeared, all collected into the silk thread on his left hand.

Seeing Wei Yuan bring all hundred False Suns and also shouting to test the swords, Xiang Xiaoyu didn't know why, but he inexplicably began to flare up.

The immortal sword was the ultimate in killing, favored by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and could contain all kinds of heavenly and earthly visions within it; in Xiang Xiaoyu's heart, it had always been an incomparably sacred existence. But this Wei Yuan just carried the immortal swords in bundles, just like a vegetable-buying auntie.

Now was not the past, and Xiang Xiaoyu naturally wouldn't be angered into cursing "Barbarian, look at the sword" again. What he wanted to do was let Wei Yuan know what a sword was!

Xiang Xiaoyu strode toward the Shaman tribe setting up camp on the mountain; after a few steps, he began to climb higher step by step, walking into the high sky. At this moment, Xiang Xiaoyu, with his large sleeves in the air, already had a bit of the demeanor of a sword immortal.

The Shaman tribe unit setting up camp below soon discovered Xiang Xiaoyu, and two tall leaders flew into the air to engage Xiang Xiaoyu. Facing two Dao Foundation mid-stage opponents, Xiang Xiaoyu was not afraid at all; his body suddenly rose a hundred zhang, his magic sword was mostly out of its scabbard, and it was as if a great sun was rising slowly in his hand, with thousands of fire lotuses drifting down in the air, like lotus lamps illuminating heaven and earth.

Fire lotuses drifted down toward the Shaman tribe army below. More than a dozen Dao Foundation-stage commanders below simultaneously attacked, waving large swaths of ink light that swept back and forth in the air, wiping out many fire lotuses.

However, the fire lotuses were extremely tenacious; the ink light had to sweep back and forth several times to completely extinguish one fire lotus. Although more than a dozen Dao Foundation cultivators attacked simultaneously, several hundred fire lotuses still fell into the military camp, instantly igniting over a hundred Shaman warriors!

The fire of the fire lotuses was extremely tyrannical; no matter how the Shaman warriors rolled and beat them, they would not be extinguished. As long as they were touched by a little bit, their whole bodies would burn, and after a few breaths, they would burn into gray charcoal!

This sword move was actually an advanced version of the Three Thousand Lotus Brilliance from back then. After cultivating the Immortal Sword Great Sun, the original green lotuses turned into fire lotuses, losing three parts of clear energy but gaining ten parts of killing intent.

Xiang Xiaoyu, facing more than a dozen opponents of the same realm, could still kill over a hundred Shaman warriors with one sword; his battle power was truly formidable and terrifying, no wonder he had the confidence to challenge thousands of enemies head-on.

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As soon as Xiang Xiaoyu made a move, Wei Yuan saw that his Dao Foundation had been completely stabilized, and a bit of spiritual charm had sprouted in the immortal sword, having already entered the Rebirth Realm of the Dao Foundation mid-stage. At this time, the Immortal Sword Great Sun not only had greatly increased power but also had a bit more divinity than when the Dao Foundation was just formed.

A large tent had already been set up in the Shaman tribe camp. At this moment, an old, short, and withered Shaman crawled out from inside. He stared at Xiang Xiaoyu with a pair of gray-white eyes, suddenly screamed, and chanted a long, rapid string of incantations. Following the incantations, a strange, deep green rune suddenly appeared under his feet!

Some invisible things between heaven and earth changed quietly, and Xiang Xiaoyu suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable disgust and irritability in his heart, as if everything around him had become extraordinarily disgusting.

At this time, the two Dao Foundation mid-stage leaders who had risen into the air rushed toward Xiang Xiaoyu from left and right, waving their hands to release swaths of flying insects that buzzed and attacked.

Xiang Xiaoyu just sneered; this kind of tiny insect swarm was very vicious, but it was one thing to use it to deal with others, but it was seeking death to encounter his Immortal Sword Great Sun. Xiang Xiaoyu swept his sword horizontally, releasing a swath of twisting, undulating solar flames. However, the Great Sun True Flame, which should have been incomparably scorching, suddenly became abnormally dim at this moment!

If this move "A Song of Fishing Eastward Flowing Water" was originally supposed to be the scorching sun at noon, it had now turned into a sunset half-hidden in the western mountains.

A swath of solar flames swept past, and a small half of the insect swarm actually survived, forcing Xiang Xiaoyu into a flurry of hand-to-hand combat, and he had to slash several more swords to wipe out the insect swarm. Xiang Xiaoyu steadied his gaze and saw that the Immortal Sword Great Sun had also become quite dim, able to exert only three or four parts of its ten-part power at this moment.

Xiang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered something and hurriedly shouted: "Wei Yuan, be careful! These Shaman people have altered heaven and earth and cursed all the immortal swords!"

Xiang Xiaoyu was afraid that Wei Yuan hadn't heard and would suffer a loss, so he turned his head to look for Wei Yuan's tracks, wanting to remind him again, but when he turned his head, he saw Wei Yuan.

At this time, Wei Yuan held a bell in his left hand and raised a tripod in his right, his appearance solemn and his spirit calm.

Wei Yuan let out a shout, and the ten thousand li of mountains and rivers manifested. Since he was not in the domain, the manifestation range was only two hundred zhang, but it covered most of the camp. Wei Yuan waved his hands repeatedly, and one after another, burning and smoking bells and tripods were smashed into the camp. In the blink of an eye, Wei Yuan had already smashed down over a hundred bells and tripods; amidst the clanging sounds, the camp was in a mess, the Shaman warriors were smashed into a panic, and even the Dao Foundation cultivators had to dodge everywhere, while the central large tent was destroyed by seven or eight consecutive giant bells and tripods.

Xiang Xiaoyu pointed at Wei Yuan, his hands shaking: "Where are those hundred False Suns of yours? Why aren't you using them?"

Wei Yuan said sincerely as he did back then: "I was just showing them to you; I didn't intend to use them."

Xiang Xiaoyu had a mouthful of old blood that he didn't know whether to spit out or not; if it weren't for the Immortal Sword Great Sun's power being cut in half, he would have beheaded Wei Yuan's dog head no matter what right now.

The defeat in this battle was not because our army was incompetent, nor because the enemy army was incompetent, but because the friendly forces were too cunning!

At this time, the old Shaman crawled out of the collapsed large tent, clutching his head and running. Seven or eight consecutive bell drops and tripod smashes hadn't killed him, and he was agile, looking like he had only suffered minor injuries.

Another pile of bells and tripods appeared in Wei Yuan's hands; no one knew exactly how many he had refined. Xiang Xiaoyu really couldn't bear to watch anymore, so he simply turned his head to look at the sky, not wanting to watch Wei Yuan's performance anymore. But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly froze.

Bao Yun appeared behind them at some unknown time, a delicate treasure tree above her head hanging down tassels and silk ribbons, separating Bao Yun from this side of heaven and earth. If Xiang Xiaoyu hadn't seen it with his naked eye, he wouldn't have known she had arrived at all.

Xiang Xiaoyu suddenly thought of one thing: how long had she been here?

The whole process of him being led around by the nose by Wei Yuan might have been watched by Bao Yun!

One cunning friendly force was already enough to make people sad, but he didn't expect there to be another friendly force watching from the sidelines!

In an instant, Xiang Xiaoyu felt all the blood in his body rush to his face, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

At this time, the Shaman tribe camp on the battlefield ahead was in chaos, the morale was scattered, and most of the noble Shaman scholars, including the old Shaman, wanted to slip away. And Wei Yuan had checked the Great Shaman's corpse, knowing that these Shaman scholars' bodies were actually not weak at all, some even stronger than the disciples of the Bright King Palace. So not smashing the old Shaman to death was within his expectations.

Wei Yuan had long been prepared; he already knew from the previous battle that the Shaman tribe's elite ran very fast, so how could he let them run this time?

Wei Yuan's head manifested a tender green sprout, and the manifestation range of the ten thousand li of mountains and rivers surged to eight hundred zhang! It instantly encompassed all the fleeing Shaman noble scholars, and caused their escape speed to plummet!

Although the sprout was only the size of a fingertip at this moment, Wei Yuan let out a loud shout: "One Wonder Treasure Tree!"

Bao Yun's eyes were deep.

Xiang Xiaoyu's eyes widened instantly, and then a flush of blood surged onto his face again, but this time it wasn't from shame, but from holding it in. He reached out to cover his mouth, his body trembling constantly; even though he had experienced many great storms and waves, his Dao heart had still lost its defense at this moment.

Wei Yuan knew nothing of everything behind him, fully urging his Dao Foundation, and within the manifested ten thousand li of mountains and rivers, vitality flourished and clear energy surged; all the Shaman people were like being splashed with boiling oil, all screaming repeatedly. Relying on his massive Dao power, Wei Yuan took the opportunity to smash out three or four hundred bells and tripods in one breath, instantly causing heavy casualties among the Shaman people below. Of the last twenty or so noble Shaman scholars, only three escaped, all of whom were scraps, and all the important nobles, including the old Shaman, were executed.

The battle situation was decided, and only then did Wei Yuan hold the bell and tripod, turn around calmly, and then he saw Bao Yun.

Wei Yuan's heart suddenly went blank.

Xiang Xiaoyu's Dao heart was broken, and he could no longer support himself, falling headfirst from the sky.

(End of chapter)