Chapter 163

But admiration is admiration.

Right now, the Qinglong Society has just shown its hand.

It is currently at the peak of its power, unmatched for now.

Who dares pull teeth from the Hukou?!

"Heart of the Sword? Mythical Breakthrough Pill?"

"Hmm, this Heavenly Dao reward is actually quite reliable."

He withdrew his gaze from the void.

Ximen Wudi muttered to himself.

His expression showed considerable satisfaction.

The reason he said this.

Was mainly because he suddenly remembered Li Taibai.

He had clearly ranked fifth.

And yet?

The first two rewards were merely lifespan pills and exiled-immortal aura—useless trinkets!

Truly, he has an obsession with Master Changsheng and manifesting glory before others, etched into his bones!

Otherwise,

Wouldn't it be better if the reward were something like Sword Heart or Dao Heart?!"

He silently grumbled a couple of times.

Suddenly,

Ximen Wudi frowned.

He instinctively turned his head to gaze toward the northwest.

In his deep, calm eyes, a flicker of disturbance passed.

A faint curve curled at the corner of his mouth.

Another province is drawing near!

The Nine Provinces are complete, within reach!

Perhaps, it won't take half a month or a month.

The Age of Great Struggle is coming!!

Thinking of this,

Ximen Wudi felt his blood boil for the first time in a long while.

His heart swelled with battle fervor.

But it didn't last long.

He soon returned to calm.

He composed his expression and gave his order in a steady tone.

"Issue the order."

"Accelerate the progress of Great Sui and Great Han!"

"Ensure these two imperial dynasties are unified before the other province returns!"

"Also, begin arranging matters for Great Ming."

"Set the date for this month's fifteenth!"

"As for Great Song and Great Qing, the hidden agents planted can be activated!"

His voice was light.

But the slaughter and bloodshed it carried.

Were immeasurable!

Yet Ximen Wudi showed not the slightest reaction.

Even,

Not to mention any change in expression.

Even his pupils had merely shifted to a cold indifference toward life as if it were grass!

To him,

As long as the goal is achieved,

Even if more people die, it doesn't matter!

Even if some innocents are inevitably caught up in it!

"As the Great Dragon Chief commands!"

In the shadows,

A cold voice responded.

Great Ming, Wan Mei Shanzhuang.

"The Five Realms of the Sword Dao?"

"Hmph~"

"My sword needs no such flashy nonsense!"

Coldly staring at the Heavenly Dao Golden List in the void,

Ximen Chuixue's voice was indifferent.

His face wore an expression of utter unconcern.

After saying that.

He slowly drew the black-sheathed sword from his waist.

He reached out and gently ran his hand along the blade.

He turned his head to glance at the distant silhouette of Lan.

His gaze shifted several times.

In the end, it hardened into resolve.

He returned the sword to its sheath.

He left the mountain villa without looking back.

That figure in white, purer than snow.

It looked so cold, so heartless!

"He... in the end, still chose the sword."

As the other's figure vanished from sight.

In the distance.

Sun Xiuqing's delicate frame swayed slightly.

Her face darkened as she spoke softly.

Two streams of clear tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

Her beautiful eyes brimmed with sorrow.

"The Five Realms of the Sword?"

"If that's the case, does the blade also have five realms? Or perhaps even more?!"

Deep within the bamboo forest.

A young man in black, lame in one leg, muttered softly.

On his pallid face, a flash of determination.

Then, his hands moved slightly, and he suddenly drew his blade.

He kept repeating the most basic moves.

One slash... another slash... and another....

As if he never grew tired.

All that remained in the bamboo forest was the ceaseless sound of blades cutting through the air.