In the land where peach blossoms grows, the ancient world land of tales, between the wind and the clouds, music and harmony. Where you can play with tragedy and bliss, Blossoms will fly away into the mystical wind as if it was a long memoir of life. 

Town people started gossiping that the curse of Li Clan had started. It was also rumored that Li Feng's father has this kind of curse yet he didn't die in a mysterious way. The Young Master of Li Clan was considered dead after three weeks of finding. The rumor spread from the North, staying in the west for a small amount of time but soon after people at the east have soon heard about the discovery. The south was surprised that, why will Li Wei will go to the south and will be killed at the north?

Huang You was befuddled by the events as Lan Chaun stayed silent tried to find his lost friend. 

The Inscrutability hunt and the story of the one they could not let go begins.

Makikita naman ng lahat kung gaano kapanganip ang sitwasyon. Gusto siyang sagiping ng mga Howling Heights pero kulang sila sa lakas. Para sa mga nasa malayo hindi makakarating doon sa oras. Para namnan sa mga malapit ay napalayas na ng atake ni Tang Rou at sinusubukang hanapin ang kanilang balance. Nasira na ang puwesto nila. Mararamdaman din ang paduyan na galaw, na nagpapahirap sa kanila na gulaw ng eksakto. Guluhin? Talagang imposible iyon. Sa ngayon, maaari lang silang magintay at makita kung makakatakas magisa si Zhao Yuzhe.
After seeing the enemy Battle Mage charge over and then get pulled back by Cloud Grasping Fist, Howling Heights felt enlightened. Players in the same group couldn't injure one another, so Cloud Grasping Fist couldn't be used to pull an ally back. That Battle Mage must have been kicked out of the group temporarily. As a result, West Riding Wind told his Howling Height's Qi Masters to hurry and pull him back, while also kicking Zhao Yuzhe's Hazy Scene from the group.
Hazy Scene had been kidnapped by Cloud Grasping Fist. Before he landed on the ground, a Sacred Fire was thrown onto his body.
Teleporting away wouldn't be possible anymore. Having been silenced, his character could only perform basic attacks and maneuvers. Elementalists sought after casting speed, not attack speed. If an Elementalist actually started beating an enemy with their staff, the Elementalist's attack wouldn't look like as if it were moving in slow motion, but it was slow enough to make melee classes uncomfortable. Melee classes, even those who used slower attack speed weapons like greatswords and spears, tended to value attack speed in other equipment, so none of them would be as slow as an Elementalist waving his staff around.
Zhao Yuzhe was a pro player though! No matter how much confidence he had in his own skills, as an Elementalist, he couldn't be completely unprepared for a close quarters combat fight. The instant he had been grabbed by Cloud Grasping Fist and burned by Sacred Fire, he decisively switched weapons from a slow staff to a much more agile magic wand. The difference in speed could visibly be seen. With a click of
his mouse, Hazy Scene landed domineeringly on the ground and trembled.
Zhao Yuzhe heard Enlightened Lord speak in an astonished tone: "No way, Best Rookie. Falling Flower Palm is a skill too. You don't know what Sacred Fire does?"
This time, Zhao Yuzhe's face actually turned red.
Yes, in that instant, his brain had turned into mush. He had only been thinking about what methods he could use to escape from a close combat battle, so he switched his weapon. Then, he did the motion for a Falling Flower Palm to try and push the enemies in front of him away. He had completely forgotten about Sacred Fire's crowd control effect.
Sacred Fire sealed all skills, unlike the Elementalist skill Magic Shackles, which only sealed magic-related skills. It had no effect on physical skills.
This mistake from Zhao Yuzhe had purely been because his brain had short-circuited, not because he mixed the two skills up. When he had tried to perform Falling Flower Palm, it obviously failed. The only thing came out of his character was a stupid-looking tremble. Even worse, the other side had completely seen through his intentions…
Amid the loud laughter, Hazy Scene fell to the ground.
Because of this mistake, Zhao Yuzhe was so ashamed, he couldn't focus. Tang Rou's Battle Mage used a Circle Swing and threw Hazy Scene onto the ground. Everyone swarmed him; their hands and feet flying about everywhere. Zhao Yuzhe received the notification that West Riding Wind had kicked him out of the group. He didn't misunderstand the action though and guessed West Riding Wind's intentions. However, when he looked around, Hazy Scene was already surrounded by players. Cloud Grasping Fist couldn't pass through enemies. How would they manage to grab him?
Zhao Yuzhe tried one last struggle and swung his magic wand.
Players had complete control over their normal attacks. When Zhao Yuzhe's Hazy Scene swung his wand, it looked like it had come from a Battle Mage.
Of course, a normal attack didn't have the power or priority of a skill, but it could still hit people's feet. Unfortunately, he had only started his swing, when Tang Rou's Battle Mage stabbed at the ground, blocking it.
This Battle Mage wasn't weak at all…
Zhao Yuzhe had become determined a bit too late. The enemy weapons rained down on him and he died instantly. From his ghost's perspective, he saw those guys scrambling over to grab his dropped equipment. As for Howling Heights? Their Qi Masters had only just arrived at the front of the group, but they couldn't see their target at all. West Riding Wind shook his arm and Howling Heights charged, but it was over for Zhao Yuzhe… Everything was over. How could he have the face to stand up and fight again! He could only blame himself for being too arrogant and not taking the game seriously enough.
Zhao Yuzhe logged off. His character didn't revive at all.
This character wasn't his. It belonged to the Club. After using it, he would need to return it to West Riding Wind. He originally wanted to use his vacation time and show off in game, but who would have thought that things would turn out so badly? He had already died twice… Out of all those Howling Height players, which of them had died twice today?
Zhao Yuzhe didn't want to show off in the game anymore. Playing together with his fans would only make him feel more embarrassed. He was even somewhat unsure of how he should return this account card. How would those people in the guild studio look at him? Zhao Yuzhe stared blankly at his computer screen.
Howling Heights seemed to have gone insane. Ye Xiu immediately ordered everyone: "Fight back a bit and then retreat. Let's see if they'll leave or not!"
Their previous retreat had created some distance between Heavenly Justice and Howling Heights, but now that Howling Heights was charging at them again, they thought in the same way as the other three guilds and fought back a bit before retreating.
Howling Heights charged to the front and immediately saw Hazy Scene's corpse sprawled on the ground. Many of the loyal fans were furious. West Riding Wind checked his friends list. Little comrade Zhao had since logged off. It seemed like the blow to his pride wasn't light!
West Riding Wind couldn't stop his players from becoming furious. It had nothing to do with benefits, but rather their honor. Their team's player had been killed. Everyone
wanted revenge.
"Sigh, what a terrible loss…" West Riding Wind sighed to himself. He could only watch as his troops angrily attacked Heavenly Justice out of revenge. At this moment, he also noticed that Conquering Clouds, Radiant, and Parade had begun to move.
Of course.
They thought Howling Heights would just charge out and leave. Of course, they would quietly let them go, but Howling Heights refused to rest against Heavenly Justice though. As allies, how could they stand still and continue watching?
The guild leaders had given the orders and their troops began to move… Half an hour passed.
Zhao Yuzhe was still staring blankly at his screen. It wasn't like he had never suffered a loss before, but he had never felt so miserable. The game should have been a leisurely place, yet why did he lose face instead?
Just when he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a knock at his door. Zhao Yuzhe woke up and confirmed that it was his door.
During the break, the Club didn't mind the player staying in the provided dorms. The majority of players chose to leave though, whether it was for their families or to travel. Even those who still wanted to play Glory might not stay at the Club. In Team Wind Howl, besides him, there weren't any other players here. Who would knock on his door…
Zhao Yuzhe opened the door and saw the guild leader West Riding Wind. He immediately fell silent.
West Riding Wind had to muster up the courage to knock on Zhao Yuzhe's door. Zhao Yuzhe stayed offline and never logged back on. West Riding Wind could imagine how he was feeling right now, but he felt like he should come over. Even though their guild department didn't need to be concerned about a pro player's condition or growth, West Riding Wind was still a loyal fan of Team Wind Howl. Their team's Best Rookie had taken a truly heavy blow. He was in the area, so he wouldn't ignore the issue and instead went to go console him, especially since he knew that there weren't any players around besides Zhao Yuzhe.
When he opened the door, Zhao Yuzhe really was depressed. It was as if he wasn't the same person, who had come running over to him that morning in high spirits.
"Uh… I saw that you logged off and never logged back on, so I came over to check up on you." West Riding Wind said.
"What's the situation over there?" Zhao Yuzhe asked.
"Extremely heavy casualties." West Riding Wind told him the truth. Zhao Yuzhe was no longer there. The four guilds had banded together. How could Howling Heights resist? Even more so when very few of them were still cool-headed. In the end, Howling Height's troops were completely annihilated. Heavy casualties was actually an understatement.
Zhao Yuzhe didn't ask any further questions. He just suddenly went blank again. He seemed to have forgotten that West Riding Wind was still in his room.
"Ahem…" West Riding Wind coughed to interrupt the awkward silence: "It's no big deal. It happens in the game all the time."
"Besides, we were against four guilds allied together and even a demon like Ye Qiu. Let alone our Howling Heights, even the Three Great Guilds would have been easily crushed." West Riding Wind said in order to ease the embarrassment in Zhao Yuzhe's heart. He could tell that this Best Rookie ran to the game thinking he was invincible. Then, he ended up dying twice. He had been singled out the first time, but the second time, he had been the focus of a huge group! Let alone pro players, even guild leaders like Tyrannical Ambition's guild leader Jiang You and Heavenly Justice's Loulan Slash were priority targets. Pro players should be worth even more than guild leaders!
"You… don't need to console me…" Zhao Yuzhe wasn't stupid. He could see through West Riding Wind's intentions.
"Oh oh…"West Riding Wind didn't want to say too much. Zhao Yuzhe had high aspirations. He was afraid that if he said too much, Zhao Yuzhe misunderstand and think he was underestimating him. That would not be good.
"Just… Keep up the good work!" West Riding Word left these words of encouragement. He could mediate arguments between guild members, but he had never provided mental counseling for pro players before!
"That Battle Mage and Brawler with them. Who were they? They seemed to be like Ye Qiu's Enlightened Lord without any guild tags." Zhao Yuzhe asked.
"Oh, those two. They aren't using their actual accounts. That Brawler is called Steamed Bun Invasion. The Battle Mage is called Soft Mist. These two have been with Ye Qiu ever since he began in the tenth server." West Riding Wind had noticed them. Looking at their classes, he was certain that these two were definitely them.
"Steamed Bun Invasion… Soft Mist?" Zhao Yuzhe took note of their names. At the same time, he pointed at the table: "That account card, Hazy Scene. Is it okay if I keep using it?"
"No problem. No problem at all." West Riding Wind immediately replied.


Sa isang larong online na Glory, si Ye Xiu ay kilala bilang isang mala-Diyos na manlalaro't walang kahit na sino man ang nakakapantay sa karunungan niya sa laro. Gayunpaman, dahil sa ilang mga dahilan ay nasipa siya mula sa kaniyang team. Matapos lumisan, siya ay nakahanap ng trabaho bilang tagapamahala sa isang Internet Cafe.
Sa mga sandaling binuksan ng Glory ang kanilang ika-sampung server, siya na may halos sampung taong karanasan sa laro ay muling magbabalik. Kasama ang alaala ng kahapon, at isang hindi kumpleto't self-made na armas, ay muling magsisimula ang kaniyang daan papunta sa tuktok!
Matapos ang mga madugong labanan, at nakakasindak na patayan, sino ang nagnakaw ng aking kadakilaan? Sa ilalim ng bagyo’t delubyo, magiging para bang hindi nawasak ang aking mga pangarap.
Sa liwanag nito'y hindi mababalutan ng kadiliman ang daan. Sa ilalim ng mga mata ng lahat, dito magsisimula ang aking daan para sa kadakilaan!



O’Brien Empire. The imperial palace.

That handsome young man, Adkins, who had been seated in a resting room, chatting and laughing, suddenly stopped smiling. He stared coldly towards the north, letting out an icy snort. “This Beirut really does have the power of a Highgod. However, he’s a bit too ferocious.”

“Lord Adkins.” That silver-haired old man behind him said respectfully, “This Beirut acts ferociously, but he has the ability to back it up.”

“He just relies on the Sovereign behind him to back him up.” Adkins’ slender eyebrows narrowed. His eyes were as sharp as dagger.

But Adkins knew very well that although Highgods had completely mastered their Law, in front of a Sovereign…a single thought from the Sovereign could kill the Highgod. Sovereigns were far above them, inviolable presences that could only be gazed upon in awe.

“If…if I could…” Adkins’ had a desire in his heart.

In the Gebados Planar Prison, he too had heard of what the Necropolis of the Gods contained. Even someone as him, who had the exalted position of Highgod, was filled with desire towards the treasure hidden on the eighteenth floor of the Necropolis of the Gods. But Adkins knew…

The Necropolis of the Gods was a game designed by a Sovereign.

If he wanted to enter the Necropolis of the Gods, he had to obey the rules which the Sovereign had set. To disobey the rules…was to disobey the will of the Sovereign. To disobey the will of the Sovereign…the results of that didn’t need to be questioned.

“Barnas [Ba’na’si], have you finished the investigation?” Adkins asked coldly.

The silver-haired old man behind him said respectfully, “Lord Adkins, your subordinate has already completed the investigation. Those Deities O’Brien and Catherine went to the Necropolis of the Gods nine years ago. In two more months, the ten years will be up, and they should return.”

“Good.”

Adkins revealed a rare hint of a smile on his face. “I will endure for two more months.”

“No one is permitted to compete against me!” Adkins murmured to himself, then he grabbed that cup of wine and gulped it all down!

Dragonblood Castle.

Linley had already informed Desri and Olivier of the existence of the pocket dimension training room. At this point in time, Linley hoped that Desri and Olivier would also be able to rapidly improve. Olivier, Desri, and Linley’s original body were all there training.

As for Delia, she was in her normal room.

After all, it didn’t make much of a difference if she was fusing a divine spark in the pocket dimension or in an ordinary place. Linley’s original body was in the pocket dimension, whole-heartedly focusing on training the ‘Profound Truths of the Earth’. As for the divine wind clone, it was in Dragonblood Castle, quietly meditating on the Profound Truths of Velocity as well as Bloodviolet.

In the western gardens of Dragonblood Castle, there were a few dwarf trees. It was a very quiet place.

Dressed in a light green robe, Linley was completely absorbed in meditating on the Profound Truths of the Wind and Bloodviolet.

“According to what Muba said, divine artifacts are divided into three levels. The high level divine artifacts can be described as Highgod artifacts. Above those are Sovereign artifacts. My Bloodviolet…should be a Highgod artifact.” Linley was using his spiritual energy to nurture Bloodviolet. He was able to sense Bloodviolet’s spirit.

By now, Linley had seen many divine artifacts.

But none of those divine artifacts could come close to being comparable with Bloodviolet.

“A Deity’s power is partially based on his understanding of the Laws and their applications. The other part is how well he utilizes his divine artifacts. Although I am a Demigod, if I am able to bring forth all of the power of Bloodviolet…” Linley thought back to the attack he had developed, the ‘Hymn of the Wind’.

The Hymn of the Wind combined a spiritual attack, Bloodviolet’s special properties, and the Profound Truths of Wind.

There was no need to spend much time describing its power; for him to be able to kill Beaumont with a single sword was something which Linley felt very satisfied about.

“This Hymn of the Wind, it seems…” Linley was frowning.

In Linley’s mind, he was constantly visualizing the usage of the Hymn of the Wind. His spiritual energy and Bloodviolet, mated together along with the Profound Truths of Velocity…

Although Linley was capable of utilizing the Hymn of the Wind, in truth, he didn’t fully understand the principles behind it.

“Originally, Delia had said that Bloodviolet’s sound alone was causing her soul to shake and her entire body to feel weak. Even that Beaumont…when I utilized ‘Hymn of the Wind’, Beaumont was unable to control his spiritual energy to block it.

Linley had discovered…the power of sound!

“Sound!”

Linley remembered that Snowy Panda-Cat he had met in the Necropolis of the Gods. That Snowy Panda-Cat had been wielding a flute while threatening him.

“Sound can influence, mystify, and attack the soul!” Linley came to this conclusion. “As for my Elemental Laws of the Wind, they seem to contain the Profound Mysteries of Sound.”

Linley didn’t actually understand the Profound Mysteries of Sound.

When he had originally developed the ‘Hymn of the Wind’, it was because Bloodviolet contained this sort of aspect to it already. Linley just utilized the Profound Truths of the Wind to slightly activate the sword song of Bloodviolet, resulting in that special effect. But now, Linley wanted to focus on researching this Profound Mysteries of Sound.

“Rumble…”

Linley’s divine power filled Bloodviolet, and Bloodviolet began to tremble, emitting that humming sword song.

“Where’s Lord Linley? Inside?” Gates walked into the west garden of Dragonblood Castle.

The serving maid said with a laugh, “Lord Gates, Lord Linley said that he needs to focus on his training. No matter who it is, without his permission, nobody is to be permitted to enter the west garden. Right now, the only person in the west garden is Lord Linley himself.”

“No person is permitted to enter?” Gates was somewhat surprised.

So what if someone went in while he was training?

However, how could they know that Linley was currently researching the Profound Mysteries of Sound, of the Elemental Laws of the Wind? The sound attacks he created wouldn’t harm himself, of course, but if someone else entered, it would easily harm them. As for Linley, he wasn’t slowly researching this Profound Mysteries of Sound in a prescribed order.

He was only starting off from what he knew of Bloodviolet as his base to heighten the power of Bloodviolet.

If one wanted to advance in a short period of time, one had to focus on the weapon.

“Everyone is meditating and training. The atmosphere of Dragonblood Castle has changed.” Gates turned and left. During this period of time, Linley, Desri, and Olivier, the three Deities, were all training nonstop, hoping to raise their power yet again.

As for Barker, Zassler, Delia, and Haeru, they were all fusing their divine sparks.

But who would have imagined that Linley continued training in the west garden without stopping. Over the course of an entire month, Linley didn’t leave the west garden a single time. As for the other people of Dragonblood Castle, they didn’t dare to disobey Linley’s orders. They had to wait.

Wharton, Gates, Ankh, Boone, and the others were walking side by side as they left the training grounds.

“That simple, single sword attack of Olivier’s released a group of experts. This really is a huge headache.” Gates said.

Wharton nodded as well.

Olivier’s single sword blow had utterly turned the Yulan continent on its head.

“When the War God and the High Priest come back, they will most likely be stupefied.” Gates smirked.

“You know, that’s so true. Both their Empires are gone.” Hazer laughed as well.

“When they are back, they’ll need to have a conference with my big brother on how to deal with this disaster.” Wharton said with some anticipation.

The more people they had, the easier to accomplish some things. Although the War God and the High Priest were also Demigods, they had reached that level a long time ago. In addition, Dylin was himself a divine beast. If their group of Demigods joined forces, they could still manage to find some stable footing.

“All we can do is wait. In another month, the War God and the others will be back.” Wharton said.

“I hope the War God and the others were able to make breakthroughs in the Necropolis of the Gods.” Ankh said seriously. “If they didn’t break through, even if the War God and the others return, it’ll be hard to say if they will be able to defeat that Ojwin.”

The group suddenly paused in their chatting.

In front of them was a middle-aged man, dressed in simple long robes. A hint of a smile was on this man’s face.

“Who are you?” Ankh shouted the question.

“Muba?” Wharton frowned. Last time, when Muba had come, Wharton had seen him.

“He’s that Deity, Muba?” Ankh and the others were a bit surprised as well. That day, when Muba had arrived, Ankh and the others hadn’t seen them. Afterwards, when they had heard of Muba, all they knew was that Muba was a Deity-level expert.”

“Wharton.” Muba’s face still had that faint smile on it. “I’m here to see Linley.”

“My big bro is currently training. Only…” Wharton shook his head. “My big bro gave the order that without his permission, nobody is permitted to go in and disturb him. You came at an unfortunate time.”

“Oh?” Muba immediately spread out his divine sense.

Instantly, he located Linley in the west garden. When their divine senses touched, Linley discovered Muba as well. “Oh, it’s Muba. If there’s something to discuss, come over.”

Muba’s body flashed towards the west garden.

“This Muba.” Wharton was rather angry. “My big bro forbade anyone from going in to disturb him, but he’s still going in.” Wharton immediately ran towards the west garden. Wharton didn’t know that Linley had spoken to Muba through their divine senses. Soon, Wharton arrived at the gate to the west garden.

The maid stationed outside the west garden’s gate was currently running away from it.

“Why are you running around?” Wharton barked at them.

“Lord Wharton.” The maid curtsied. “Lord Linley ordered me to go prepare some fine wine and delicacies for his guest.”

Within the west garden of Dragonblood Castle.

“Mr. Linley, I am in admiration. In such a short period of time, the three of you, joining forces, actually managed to kill Beaumont.” Muba sighed in praise. “That Beaumont was an extremely powerful Demigod. He was very strong in both spiritual and regular attacks.”

Linley laughed as he glanced at Muba.

“Mr. Muba, I’m not sure why you have made this trip. Please tell me.” Linley said directly.

Muba smiled. “I’ve come to help you, Linley.”

“Help me?” Linley couldn’t help but look at Muba in surprise.

In truth, he and Muba didn’t have a deep relationship between them. Last time, Muba had told him some information about divine artifacts. As a result, Linley focused on attuning with Bloodviolet and meditating on combining Bloodviolet, his spiritual energy, and the Profound Truths of the Wind, eventually developing the Hymn of the Wind.

One could say that without Muba’s information, he wouldn’t have been able to develop the Hymn of the Wind.

“My situation right now really is quite terrible. Can it be that you, Mr. Muba, have come to help my side fight my enemies?” Linley asked.

“I don’t have that sort of ability.” Muba laughed. “I’ve come to give you some information on those Deities that have appeared in that Yulan continent, Linley.”

Linley couldn’t help but feel wild joy in his heart.

Linley still had no idea how powerful that Ojwin who destroyed his imperial palace was, which was why he hadn’t dared to take any action.

“Then let me thank you in advance, Mr. Muba. Mr. Muba, please tell me the detailed information. I will be endlessly grateful.” Linley said seriously.

Muba laughed. “Mr. Linley, no need to be so grateful. I’m doing this to make friends with you, Mr. Linley. As long as you consider myself your friend, Linley, then everything I’ve done will have been worth it.” Muba’s smile was very sincere.

Linley didn’t spend any time thinking about what Muba’s aims were. At least he was willing to help out.

“Mr. Muba, you are my friend, of course. Muba, please speak, especially regarding that Ojwin.” Linley said.

Muba nodded as he spoke. “Before that, Linley, let me first tell you that there is a city within the Gebados Planar Prison known as ‘Bluefire City’. Within Bluefire City, Ojwin is a rather famous expert, and his power in Bluefire City is fairly high as well. He has reached the God level.” Hearing Muba’s words, Linley couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

A full God!

For now at least, he couldn’t act against Ojwin.


Empires rise and fall on the Yulan Continent. Saints, immortal beings of unimaginable power, battle using spells and swords, leaving swathes of destruction in their wake. Magical beasts rule the mountains, where the brave – or the foolish – go to test their strength. Even the mighty can fall, feasted on by those stronger. The strong live like royalty; the weak strive to survive another day.

This is the world which Linley is born into. Raised in the small town of Wushan, Linley is a scion of the Baruch clan, the clan of the once-legendary Dragonblood Warriors. Their fame once shook the world, but the clan is now so decrepit that even the heirlooms of the clan have been sold off. Tasked with reclaiming the lost glory of his clan, Linley will go through countless trials and tribulations, making powerful friends but also deadly enemies.

Come witness a new legend in the making. The legend of Linley Baruch. 

After all of that, they ate some candied bliss berries and went back home to rest. Timbere tries to call his parents to come and pick them up at Marianne's place. His parents told him that they had to go to a very important business meeting and that they had to find a place to sleep. He asks all of his friends. Pyra's mother then shows up and asks him why he has that pouty expression. Timbere explains his dilemmas to her and she agrees to let him and his brother stay for a night at their house. Barke falls asleep as they ride the astral bus back to Pyra's house. It turns out to be almost an hour long ride back and all of them fall asleep until the bus makes an abrupt stop. Pyra's mother wakes up and walks to the front of the bus where she sees that a giant tortoise blocking the road of the bus. The streetlights have already been turned on and she seems to be in a very big rush to get back home. She wakes the three of them up and tells them that they're going to ride the even faster transportation service of Creen, the west wind. Guarded by the wind custodians, the west wind is the most expensive transportation service which explains why according to the Creen Zine, only 20 to 50 people use it. They travel as fast as the wind blows, and arrive at their house shortly after. They eat some dinner and they instantly fall asleep. The next day, Timbere and Barke tell Pyra's mother that they have to go home because their parents have a strict policy that they have to study from dawn until dusk on a Saturday. A few hours later, Pyra runs to the west wind until she stops because she sensed a black figure running around her. She turns around and sees a tall silhouette reaching out and grabbing her wallet in hand. The silhouette softly whispers, "Long time no see". Pyra then tries to grab her wallet back from the shadow and it said "Just give it to me! You owe me this for all of the help I've given you". Pyra dashes to the flashlight in the distance and shines it at the shadow. "The magical alien ?"Pyra said. "It's Nightrine, remember?" the alien told her. Pyra then runs into the west wind and gets swept away to the new café that just opened yesterday. Pyra was craving some native Creenian food like bliss berry tarts and others. She opens the hardwood door and looks around the store that was called "Clink Nativity". The cashier looked fresh out of school, she had her hair in a bun, tied with a ribbon and a ponytail fixed to the right side of her head. She had a sapphire tied to a vibrant red string as her necklace. Mopping the floors was a guy that looked pretty familiar to Pyra. His hair was really spiky and he was wearing a green tracksuit with their café's logo. Pyra then proceeds to ask the cashier "Good morning, uhhhh, do you have any smoothies?". The cashier then says " Good morning, I am Saph and we do have smoothies, we have them in the flavours Bliss Berry, Violet Villa and Creen's Finest which is made out of all of the berries found local to Creen that are not poisonous of course". "Nice meeting you, Saph, how much for Creen's Finest ?" Pyra asked. "Only 30 Clinks" Saph answered. Pyra then bought one and went to Connie's house to get her to go with her to the town square and hang out. She reaches inside her pocket and realizes that she had already spent all of her money and left her phone back home. She wandered around for a bit until she saw Nightrine's silhouette again in the corner of her eye. She runs after the shadow that turned out to be a shape shifting flower monster. Now, Pyra was lost in the city and had no method of contacting any of her friends or relatives. Things got even worse when she realized that a big group of dark clouds were approaching Creen, and at an even faster rate. She hears the arguing of some random people beside her and walks far away from them.

Swoosh!
Su Mo and Luo Ning flew onto the fighting ring at the same time.
They were both experts in the west area, hence they had drawn much attention instantly.
Even people from the other fighting rings looked over at the west fighting ring.
In the meantime, Duan Jingtian also paid attention to them.
He had not met any competent opponent yet. The only one worth mentioning was a talent ranked about 70th, who was defeated by him in five moves.
Now is the time for him to see Su Mo's strength. If Luo Ning defeated Su Mo, he did not need to care about Su Mo anymore; yet if Su Mo won, then he had to take him seriously!
The Second Elder, Elder Wei, and the others from Gale Island, all stared at the west fighting ring.
On the west fighting ring.
The Dragon Luck on Luo Ning, which was around 100 meters high, was quite large. The golden dragon aura on him looked imposing.
"Su Mo, you did judge the situation well, good eyesight. I hope your strength matches your eyesight!" Luo Ning said.
Su Mo grinned. He glanced at Luo Ning's Dragon Luck and said, "I will get on the List of Top 100 Talents after devouring your Dragon Luck!"
"How shameless you are!" Luo Ning sneered and said, "Show me where your guts come from!"
Genuine Vitality started to circle around Luo Ning. He lifted his hand and pointed at Su Mo.
"Devastating Wind-cloud Finger—— One finger suppressing the Chaos!"
Thick finger radiance spurted out from his forefinger like a beam of silver laser, ready to blast everything.
This was an extremely mighty move, which contained a vast whirlwind, twisting the air into the void.
Clang!
Su Mo drew out Spirit-slayer Sword and thrust it out, without any skill. The point of the sword stung at the laser.
Poom!
With a blast, the finger radiance was smashed.
"Cool! Take the other three!" Luo Ning skyrocketed and his forefinger filled with Genuine Vitality, continuously tapped viciously downward to Su Mo.
"Two fingers Shocking Earth!"
"Three Fingers Destroying Everything!"
"Four Fingers Breaking the Sky!"
Beams of finger radiance pierced through the air, and his vicious finger strength blasted the void. They looked imposing and unstoppable.
"Too weak!" However, Su Mo shook his head while seeing this.
The next moment, Su Mo motivated Genuine Vitality in his nine Spiritual Spirals, and his sword burst out radiance. In an upward arc, he struck out wild wind.
"Wind Roaring in the Sky!"
The sword Qi took advantage of the wild winds' tendency, while the wind strengthened the power of sword Qi. Each blade of wind looked like sword radiance, twisting Luo Ning's finger radiance into nothingness.
Woosh Woosh Woosh!
The wild whistling wind swept forth to Luo Ning.
"So strong! How can it be?" Luo Ning was astounded, and parried in an instant. However, another ray of sharp sword Qi came into his sight.
Boom!
The sword Qi was so quick that it cut at his body, shattering his Body-protection Genuine Vitality.
"Ah!" Luo Ning gave a blood-curdling scream and was pushed backward in an arc with a trace of blood on his chest.
The crowd was dumbstruck seeing Luo Ning failed so quickly.
"This boy's so damn strong! Beating Luo Ning like he's playing!"
"Grand Completion swordsmanship! He had finished Grand Completion!"
Those with good eyesight saw Su Mo wielding his swords as if they were one, which was the sign of reaching the Grand Completion of a martial arts technique.
At the spectators stand, Elder Wei, Second Elder, and the rest were stupefied, staring agape at Su Mo.
"Hahaha! Good, good, pretty good!" Elder Wei laughed and said after a while, and the Second Elder also had a beaming face.
The strength of Su Mo had demonstrated was enough for the top 30s!
It had never occurred to them that Su Mo had such unbelievable strength. No wonder Zhu Shaojing conceded before the match, he must've known Su Mo's strength.
In the Central Fighting Ring, Duan Jingtian frowned and felt stressed because he did not wish for Su Mo being stronger than him.
The good thing was that he was also strong enough to get in the top 30s!
On the fighting ring, Su Mo's Dragon Luck immediately threw itself at Luo Ning when he was defeated.
Luo Ning's Dragon Luck, which was about 100 meters long, was shortened by 33 meters, and now Su Mo's Dragon Luck had grown to 63 meters.
It then burst out shiny golden light, dazzling.
It was an easy win, and Su Mo did not take a look at Luo Ning. He turned around and left.
As time passed by, the matches went on.
On the five fighting rings, talents kept being eliminated, and dark horses appeared. Many lower-ranking talents on last year's list were also eliminated.
Such as, Leng Yunfeng, Ji Xuehan, and the others, whose strength had long been surpassed by the others, kept losing matches and failed to get on the list.
Neither did Yun Jiankong and Xie Tianjue from Skymoon Country.
The most eminent dark horse throughout was the ninth princess, and the other was a young man with an arrogant look.
This brutal and arrogant youngster only used five moves to defeat a talent who ranked 17th on the last list and made a stir in the audience.
Su Mo was also a dark horse, but on the west fighting ring, he had not met any expert except Luo Ning. He kept winning until there were only 20 talents left on the west fighting ring.
All the matches had finished. Thus according to the length of the Dragon Luck, 100 talents were enrolled on the List of Top 100 Talents.
All the Dragon Lucks on every talent were glistening in gold. The shortest was about 33 meters, while the longest, which belonged to Ao Wushuang, was about 283 meters with an imposing and magnificent aura.
"Congratulations on entering the List of Top 100 Talents. Next is the qualifying match!"
On the referee's seat, the middle-aged man rose and declared, "The qualifying match will take place on random fighting rings. Let's take a rest and continue tomorrow!"
It was late at this time, and the qualifying matches were saved for tomorrow.
Su Mo flew back to the Gale Island's spectators stand where Duan Jingtian already was, his eyes closed to rest.
Su Mo gave Duan Jingtian a glance and a sneer. He had paid attention to Duan Jingtian's battles which had surprised him. He had found out that Duan Jingtian's strength was many times stronger than that of two months ago.
However, it was only a slight surprise to Su Mo, because he thought it was not enough to defeat him.
After he mingled with Elder Wei and the others, he sat cross-legged and started to produce Nirvana Sword Qi at once.
Su Mo felt a little bit stressful now, because Ao Wushuang, the ninth princess, Huo Ling and the others were all very powerful, and he thought it would not be easy to defeat them.
A silent night had passed, and the sun was rising.
"Now, let the qualifying match begin!" The middle-aged referee announced.
Right after his words, many tokens simultaneously started to shiver.
As did Su Mo's token, which pointed at the south fighting ring.
His first bout of the qualifying match would take place there.
Swoosh!
Su Mo landed on the south fighting ring.


Su Mo went from the pride of his clan to becoming the butt end of a joke in a matter of minutes. The former King of Mercenaries from Earth was reborn in the body of a boy in a foreign world and had used skills in his previous life to rise to the top among his peers, however, his previous training could only take him so far. The next step in this martial arts dominated world was to awaken one’s Martial Soul.
The awakening ceremony ends in disaster for Su Mo as he awoke a Martial Soul of the lowest level. Such a prodigy is now considered worse than useless as his Martial Soul is far too weak! After becoming the embarrassment of the clan, he discovers that his Martial Soul has a unique property: it could level up! This unique martial soul could shake the heavens. 
It was at this time that Su Mo meets the love of his life but the situation quickly deteriorates when she is taken by one of the most powerful forces in the world. Su Mo must rise from the lowest of the low and reach the pinnacle of power in order to save the love of his live within five years or she will forever be out of his reach.


The Cultivation practitioners had already guessed what that huge creature in the ocean was, awful expressions forming on their faces.
It must have been the divine guarding animal of the West Ocean Sword Sect—the Flying Whale!
This was why the Godly Swordsman could display such a nonchalant self-confidence when facing such a dangerous situation.
It was because this huge animal had been hiding under the ocean and was ready to attack at any moment.
The mountain-like flying whale often flew over the ocean near Haizhou City.
At every Four-Seas Banquet, it would spew out ocean water that would fall down as raindrops to wash away the dust, forming the rainbow to welcome the guests at the banquet.
The flying whale wasn't mysterious, but that didn't make it any less formidable.
The flying whale flapped both of its fins leisurely, creating sprays that were one thousand feet high. It floated to the surface of the ocean.
The sea water slid down the smooth back of the whale, forming countless waterfalls and creating sounds of rumbling thunder; it was a magnificent scene.
The flying whale left the surface of the ocean, flying skyward with the watery mists. Its huge and fast-moving body pushed the air around it outwards, creating a gust of violent wind.
It reached a height of five miles from the ocean surface, and opened a huge mouth that looked like a black cave as it wailed to the east in a deep and intimidating voice.
The strong ocean wind was accompanied by the smell of salt and fish, which assaulted the senses of the Green Mountain disciples like the cuts of a knife, making them unsteady on their swords, and the sword lights surrounding the Cloud Platform swayed constantly like the small boats on the wavy ocean on the verge of capsizing.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the starlight shone down on the black colored back of the huge whale, reflecting a shady glow, looking like a real mountain. The flying whale was actually bigger than the Cloud Platform without the enshrouding cloud, casting a huge shadow on the surface of the ocean.
The shadow had also casted on the minds of the Cultivation practitioners of various sects laying siege to the Cloud Platform.
The wail of the flying whale grew louder, echoing above the ocean like the thunder, along with the whistling violent wind. Such a wail revealed a hostile and lethal intent.
In the next moment, a large amount of sea water shot out from its nostrils and became a downpour that fell to the ground.
In the midst of violent wind and rainstorm, the disciples of the Green Mountain barely managed to stay on their flying swords, their expressions grave, showing a hint of apprehension.
The disciples of other sects showed even more fearfulness even though they were further away.
A disciple of the Mirror Sect fell off the flying mirror due to the formidable wail of the whale. If he hadn't been rescued by a sword light, he would have dropped into the ocean.
A fall from such a height would have killed him, even though he was a Cultivation practitioner.
Many people recalled what the Godly Swordsman had said earlier, and its meaning had finally sunk in.
Though the Green Mountain Sect was indeed very powerful, this was Haizhou, the territory of the West Ocean Sword Sect.
The West Ocean Sword Sect had hidden the flying whale in the ocean in advance and let it come out suddenly to intimidate them.
The flying whale was the divine guardian animal of the West Ocean Sword Sect, possessing a huge body and dreadful energy. Its Cultivation state was probably in the upper state of the Broken Sea, and even close to the Heavenly Arrival State!
Now that the Sect Master of the Green Mountain was busy holding off the Godly Swordsman, who would fight against this flying whale?
Chen Youtian, the peak master of Bihu, had just entered the Broken Sea state a few years ago, while the other three elders were in the initial state of the Broken Sea.
The commander of the Great Marsh was a bit stronger, but he wasn't equal to the flying whale in the slightest.
The difference of the half-step to the Heavenly Arrival State and the regular Broken Sea State was simply too enormous.
Standing in the rainstorm and looking at the huge flying whale, Bu Qiuxiao mulled over how to irritate the whale to make it go away.
The flying whale was too large, like a real black mountain. If they fought it here, the battle, regardless of winning or losing, would harm many regular Cultivation practitioners.
Worst of all, many of those disciples in the lower states would probably die as a result.
He hoped that the divine animal of the West Ocean Sword Sect was inferior in the aspect of spiritual awareness; otherwise, they would all be in big trouble.
Thinking of this, he didn't quite understand why the Green Mountain Sect had sent out so many disciples of the Undefeated State.
This wasn't the same as simply purging demons and killing devils, which could help the young disciples gain experience and knowledge and develop their Dao Heart.
It was the real battle between sects this night, which would be dangerous for the young disciples; at least, they shouldn't have showed up at the very beginning of the battle.
After he thought about this for a brief moment, Bu Qiuxiao jumped up, intending to get attention of the flying whale.
It was right then that he sensed something, and his expression slightly changed; he craned his neck looking up at a higher place in the night sky.
The sea water shot out from the flying whale's nostrils, falling down as the rainstorm; the starlight became dimmer as a result.
Suddenly, the countless lines of raindrop broke off, turning into many fragments.
Every fragment of the transparent line of rain spread due to an invisible force, forming an individual snowflake.
The rainstorm had turned into a heavy snowfall.
The night sky suddenly became very cold.
Seeing the snowflakes in the night sky, the Cultivation practitioners were shocked speechless. They were not afraid of either winter or summer, but somehow, at that moment these Cultivation practitioners felt as cold as if their bones were pierced by a sharp instrument.
A black dot appeared amid the falling snowflakes.
It was a man in black clothing.
The snowflakes fell down very rapidly.
The man in black arrived very fast, drifting down with the snowflakes, his legs being encircled by the residual lightning bolts.
Did this person come down from the thunder region?
The man in black landed on the back of the flying whale.
In comparison to the huge mountain like body of the flying whale, he looked like a grain of dust, but his weight seemed heavier than the sky.
The flying whale wailed indignantly, dropping a thousand feet.
It flailed its two fins wildly, creating two gusts of violent wind. The whale tried its hardest to stay in the air, but it found it impossible to do so.
It tried to roll sideways to shake the man in black off its back, but the whale failed to achieve that as well.
The heavy snowfall continued, landing around the man in black; and soon the whale's back was covered by a layer of extremely cold snow.
The residual thunder and lightning enshrouding the man in black entered the body of the whale through the bottom of the warrior's feet.
The thudding sounds came out from inside the whale's huge body; was that the residual power of the heavenly thunder?
The whale's body had to withstand the unimaginable coldness, along with the brutal energy from the thunder and lightning inside its body, until at last the flying whale couldn't take it anymore; it dropped down to the surface of the ocean with a painful shriek.
The flying whale was the divine guardian animal of the West Ocean Sword Sect, regarded by its young disciples as their master. They considered the flying whale a familiar companion in addition to something that should be respected and feared. Witnessing what they just saw made their eyes widen, their mouths agape, and they were all anxious to go to its rescue, but it was impossible for any of them to get close to the patch of the wind and snow.
Boom!!!
The mountainous flying whale dropped into the ocean, creating a wave as high the very mountains.
The frightening large waves rolled toward the seashore, crushing the chaotic rocks into pieces, causing many landslides off the nearby cliffs. The shoreline of thirty miles in length had been destroyed beyond recognition.
The ruined old Sea-God Temple had also collapsed, and the 100-foot high sea water drowned the temple. After the tide receded, the temple was completely gone, with nothing left of it.
Haizhou City had an earthquake. Many houses had cracks first and then collapsed.
The man in black stood on the whale's back and looked westward with his hands clasping.
The voices of the disciples of the Green Mountain rang out throughout the night sky.
"Greetings, Sword Justice."
The man in black was Yuan Qijing, the Sword Justice of the Green Mountain, and the Peak Master of Shangde.
The wind and snow faded away, and heaven and earth returned to quietness.
No other sound could be heard except the waves of the ocean.
Yuan Qijing gazed at the place where the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was, saying nothing.
But what he intended to state had already been heard throughout heaven and earth.
The Green Mountain Sect was just like this.
They had two figures in the Heavenly Arrival State.
No other sect in Chaotian, apart from the Center Sect, possessed such strength.
What could they do in case the Green Mountain wanted to attack any sect face to face?


I am the sword.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

The Emperor of the Bai Yue had passed out several imperial edicts and ordered all the Royal Territories to prepare for battle. The atmosphere of the territories on the border immediately became tense. 
The Purple Flame Royal Territory was the most critical area to prepare for. During these days, the wind was sighing and the crane was calling as if the rain and the wind would blow them away.
The news of how the West Chu had sent representatives to threaten the Emperor of the Bai Yue to parcel away the land, to rob the country of the mineral resources of the Lotus Flower Mountain had caused an uproar in the Purple Flame Territory. It had angered everyone in the territory. Indeed, this West Chu was shameless and wanted to loot a burning house.
Everyone from the Purple Flame Territory also learned the Royal family of the Bai Yue had firmly refused them and caused layers of conflicts. Most likely, the battle with the West Chu was unavoidable.
Of course, on this problem, the usually swift and fierce people of the Purple Flame Territory would not compromise. Everyone from the Purple Flame King to the normal peasants shared one goal and started to prepare for battle with fervor. 
In the beginning of November, the cold wind was blowing. It had caused traces of coldness on the border. The Purple Flame Territory had changed to three patrol shifts per day, rather than the one per day from before. 
Each time, they sent out scouts to observe situation on the border. Once they got hold of any movements, they would pass the information back to the Purple Flame Territory for the higher ups to make the decisions quickly.
On the border between the Purple Flame and the West Chu, a towering and continuous Lotus Flower Mountain lay in between. Because of this Mountain and its rich minerals, the West Chu had always desired it and harbored great ambition.
The great canyon at the Lotus Flower Mountain was the first juncture in which the Purple Flame Royal Territory had set up their front line. This juncture was extremely steep and easy to defend, rather than attack. With the natural formations of the mountain as defense, one man could hold the pass against ten thousand enemies by setting up a pass here.
Once the enemy had broken through the natural Lotus Flower Mountain fortress, then it would be a flat land that one could gallop across down the south. There was no more geological advantage to act as a buffer. Although the states of the territory had set up a close knit defense, it would be tough to resist against the strong offensive power from the West Chu.
Once they broke through, it would threaten the Purple Flame Royal City directly. The Royal City was an ancient city that had stood for thousands of years. They had a strong defense with a number of cities surrounding it. 
However, if the general army of the West Chu arrived beneath the city gate, most likely any strong fortress would be at a disadvantage.
When military strategists fought with each other, they emphasized on a stereoscopic defense. When a lone city became surrounded, regardless of its impenetrable defenses, the only option was to delay the time of breach and to wait for the arrival of the assisting army.
They were afraid that the other party would use the Upper Sky warrior in the battle. In total, the West Chu had three Upper Sky elite warriors. If these three were to step out, it would be extremely tough to defend the pass at the Lotus Flower Mountain! 
Everyone knew that regardless of the strength of the Pre-Sky Realm warriors, individuals had limited power when facing an army of thousands of soldiers. It would be difficult for them to determine the outcome of a battle.
And to Upper Sky warriors, it would be a completely different matter.
One Upper Sky warrior could do too many things that a Pre-Sky Realm warrior could not do.
Before an Upper Sky user, even a  consolidated fortress would be useless. You could never stop an Upper Sky user from approaching and could not prevent them from assassinating the border leaders.
If an Upper Sky were to become part of the group to break and charge through enemy lines, they would wield tremendous killing power.
For a Pre-Sky Realm warrior, it would be impressive if you could kill a dozen people in one breath. However, an Upper Sky user could kill hundreds of people if using their full power.
Inside the home of the Purple Flame Royal family, the Purple Flame King and all his trusted aides were present. Each of them showed a serious face as they could already feel the change in atmosphere.
The murderous intent carried down from the North had become apparent.
Scouts also kept sending back news—
The West Chu had started to gather its army and horses…
The armies from the West Chu had started to head down south…
Three hundred thousand soldiers had gathered on the southern border of the West Chu…
These reports one after another all pointed towards one direction. The West Chu was preparing to send troops to the Bai Yue!
"Everyone, I’ve already sent six urgent letters requesting emergency aid to the imperial capital. I believe that the back up from the Emperor and from the other Royal Territories will come one after another. For this battle, it’s not just about our Purple Flame Territory’s survival, it will decide the fate of the Bai Yue! If we let the West Chu march down south, the Bai Yue Country will  be swallowed by those powerhouses. I am afraid by that time; we would not even have a place of burial. For this battle, we need everyone to be courageous and fight to the death."
 "We would follow the Marquis and defend against foreign enemies!"
 "Since the Northwest line is this dire, I don’t think the East line will be any better. We only have one Martial Saint and he cannot protect both sides. I only hope that during this confrontation, the enemy does not send their Upper Sky warrior." One of the Elders said.
He knew that it was only a foolish hope. Since the West Chu was determined to win, of course they would send their Martial Saint. Once an Upper Sky Martial Saint joined the battle, the Purple Flame Territory would most likely become trapped.
…
On the day of November 8th, the three hundred thousand soldiers from the West Chu had already made it to the border between the two countries from three directions. The fifty thousand strong front line army had made camp about twenty miles away from the Lotus Flower Mountain Pass.
This pass of the Lotus Flower Grand Canyon was named the Heaven Cloud Pass. The leader that was stationed at this pass was the eldest son of the Purple Flame King, He Tianbao. And his two assistants were all elite warriors at the Stage Nine of the Genuine Force.
Inside the tent of the Heaven Cloud Pass, He Tianbao was gathering with his generals to discuss strategies.
Suddenly, a wave of rushed footsteps came from outside of the camp: "Call!"
 "General, there is a sign of the enemy outside of the Pass!"
 "Enemy?" He Tianbao was slightly surprised, "Weren’t the forward troops stationed twenty miles outside of the Pass? How come they’ve pushed themselves right before the entrance in an instant?"
 "It’s not the forward enemy. There is only one enemy. It was an old man with silver hair and wearing foreign clothing. He seems extremely strange. Our captain shouted at him to get lost a few times, he just ignored us. The Captain at the Pass is suspicious that he is an enemy and ordered to shoot. Before the arrow had reached him, it turned by itself."
 "What? The arrow turned by itself?" Indeed, He Tianbao was extremely shocked!  
The expression of his two assistants who was standing next to him changed drastically. Their first thought was two words—Upper Sky! 
Regardless of how muh one had practiced the Pre-Sky Realm martial arts, they would not be able to produce vital energy and force the arrows to turn. They could only use their Genuine Qi to sweep the arrows away.
It must be power of the Upper Sky that could make the arrows turn while remaining unmoving! 
Could it be, the person that had come was an Upper Sky! 
He Tianbao pulled out his most valued sword and slashed the long table before him into two pieces! 
 "Let’s go and look, let’s see what kind of evil spirit is there!"
He Tianbao had inherited his father’s style and appeared to be extremely courageous.  Even though he had heard the words of ‘Upper Sky,’ he had no fear. He led a group of his assistants and headed toward the pass like a whirlwind.
Outside the pass, Yi chenzi, the First Martial Saint seemed to have completely merged with the current scenery. When one looked from afar, it was as if this person outside the pass was only a part of the scene in the vast land. He had merged with that sky, earth and all the vegetation. One could not sense any abnormalities. 
When He Tianbao saw this stance, he shouted: "Who are you, state your name!"
Yi Chenzi raised his head and said: "Little kid, who are you to the Purple Flame King?"
 "I am the eldest prince, He Tianbao to the Purple Flame King! Old man, acting suspiciously, who are you?"
Yi Chenzi sneered: "Go back and tell the Purple Flame King that he has until tonight to reconsider. He must either abandon the pass, or I will go take his head tomorrow. When the main army arrives, we won’t leave a single person alive!"
As soon as he had finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up with his two feet towards the pass through the air. Then, he flipped his sleeve and shot out a chain to He Tianbao.
This move was very sudden and caught people off guard. All the archers on the pass immediately shot out arrows. Those guards besides He Tianbao also took out their weapon and slashed towards that chain.
 "Mantis trying to stop a chariot!" Yi Chenzi sneered lightly and swept with his sleeve. Instantly, he shook away all the weapons.
And his momentum of rising only received some obstruction. 
He held that chain and continued to move forward. Like a poisonous viper, he was going to sieze He Tianbao.
Yi Chenzi’s had a clear idea. He was going to capture He Tianbao to use the opponent’s own method to gain retribution. Since the Bai Yue had captured the brother to the Emperor of West Chu, he was going take He Tianbao.
No sooner said than done, He Tianbao only felt something flashed before his eyes and that chain was already stroke out before his eyes. Inwardly, he knew it was bad and was about to give up.
Suddenly, a flash of white light shot before his eyes. Next, a long whip wrapped directly around that chain like a poisonous dragon.
 "Go!"
With a muffled shout, Yi Chenzi who was about to drop on the Pass was one step away. He tread on air and had to evade the shadow of the whip. Like a giant eagle, his body dropped rapidly.
While he was dropping down, a long whistle emerged. When he landed on the ground, he looked up in astonishment and a face full of disbelief.
It was an elite Upper Sky warrior! 
The one who had stopped him was an Upper Sky warrior! 
 
Initially, he thought he would not fail this attack and he would capture He Tianbao. However, at such a crucial moment, an Upper Sky elite warrior had appeared out of nowhere.
What made him most terrifying was that during the short confrontation, he had deeply experienced the strength of the person. In fact, he was no less than the First Martial Saint who was known as the strongest in all the Great Luo Empire! 
Who was he?
He looked over and a young man stood on top of the pass casually. The wind blew his long robe, he wrapped the long whip on his waist and fixed his gaze on Yi Chenzi calmly.
"You are the First Martial Saint of the West Chu, Yi Chenzi?"
Of course, this clear and bright person was Qin Wushuang who had travelled from quite a distance. His whip move had not only saved He Tianbao, it had also saved the almost non existent morale of the Purple Flame Territory 
It was an Upper Sky warrior. Everyone realized that on their side, an Upper Sky who was capable of fighting on par with the enemy had also appeared.
Hearing the young man stating the name of the other party, he was the First Martial Saint of the West Chu! Immediately, He Tianbao also drew a breath of cold air. He secretly felt lucky as he had just escaped from a narrow death. 
Yi Chenzi took in a deep breath and nodded: "Who are you? How are you related to the Bai Yue?"
All the soldiers on the pass also looked at Qin Wushuang uniformly. Apparently, they were also extremely curious about this question. In the Bai Yue Country, besides the Martial Saint, when had another Upper Sky warrior appeared?


In China’s modern martial arts society, Wu Xinghe was history’s youngest grandmaster of martial arts. He was invincible. Because of a strange incident, he was reincarnated as Qin Wushuang, a poor aristocratic boy in an entirely different world with its own set of rules. With his strong will and passion, he began his journey to pursue the highest peak of martial arts!

The main character’s beliefs are:

Never comply with the aristocrats or the rich people, regardless of any situation. To only depend on your own strength because, eventually, you will have the power to be invincible.

Rise! Soar through the Galaxia! 

As soon as he thought about it, Chu Xingyun immediately found a pen and ink, and slowly recalled a set of palms named "Nine Piles of Bibo Wave".

"Bibo Nine-fold Waves", ranked in the middle rank of Ling, is the lowest martial arts in Chu Xingyun's memory. If it was not handled more skillfully, he would have left it behind.

"I remember Shuijia's Zhenzu Wushu, that is, Lingbu intermediate level, this set of"Bibo Jiupiao"should be considered as the top Wushu in Xifeng City, and the price should not be too low.

In Liuyun Dynasty, Xifeng City, located in the northwest, was only a small border city, and its cultivation resources were not abundant.

Most of the martial arts practitioners only practise human rank martial arts, and only those big families have Lingjian martial arts. They never spread it outside, and they are regarded as the treasures of the Zhenzu people.

It is no exaggeration to say that a spiritual martial arts school is enough to break the balance of strength of the major families, even the city's main government will be heartbeat, want to buy back martial arts.

With excitement in mind, Chu Xingyun wrote the mental method of "Bibo Nine-fold Waves" on paper, and painted nine-style palms on it at the same time.

This process is no longer easy.

Chu Xingyun's vision is high, but his inner spiritual power is too thin. Every style of painting will consume all the spiritual power, and the progress is very slow.

It took half a day for Chu Xingyun to finish all the nine palms of Bibo Jiupiao. His back was wet with sweat, and he lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

"With my present ability, I can barely draw a spiritual intermediate martial arts. If I force to draw a higher level of martial arts, I am afraid I will be attacked by spiritual power and seriously injured on the spot."

Martial arts are not mere picture or writing.

If we want to copy a set of martial arts perfectly, we need not only huge spiritual power, but also the artistic conception of martial arts. Otherwise, even if we copy martial arts, it is only a false appearance, and no one can practice it at all.

Fortunately, Chu Xingyun was a strong man at the rank of Emperor Wu. He had profound experience and was revered by others. He dared to imitate the middle-level Wushu of Lingjie. He was simply looking for death.

"I remember that once I was a junior martial arts student, I would be able to sell twelve thousand pieces of silver. Lingjie intermediate martial arts should be worth about twelve thousand pieces of silver." Chu Xingyun muttered in his heart and left the inner space of the samsara stone directly.

Instead of leaving the courtyard in a hurry, he found a large black robe and walked out the door.

"Master, where are you going so late?" Chu Hu saw Chu Xingyun and asked.

"I'm going to West Wind City." Chu Xingyuntun, warned: "This trip, I may be a little late, you do not have to worry about me, and if Chuyang they come, say I closed practice, must not conflict with them."

"Well,I'll listen to Master." Chu Tiger nodded and watched Chu Xingyun leave.

Out of the courtyard, Chu Xingyun draped his black robe over his body, quietly left Chu Town and entered the well-lit West Wind City.

At this time, although it is night, the West Wind City is still very busy, there are many martial artists in the corridor, wearing black robes, and not a few people, no one noticed Chu Xingyun.

Along with the memory, Chu Xingyun went through the corridors and came to Fangshi.

Fang Shi is a paradise for warriors. It is divided into three regions: trading area, auction area and fighting area.

In Liuyun Dynasty, there were sixty-four city pools, each of which had fangs and cities.

Rumors have it that every square city is secretly protected by forces. Therefore, the management of the square city isbstrict, all over the master, who dare to rush riots, will be killed in an instant.

Walking into Fangshi, Chu Xingyun ran straight to the Westerly Wind Auction Hall.

Westerly Wind Auction House is the largest auction house in Westerly Wind City. The top winners of Westerly Wind City often appear here. In order to maximize the value of Bibo Jiupiao, we must choose Westerly Wind Auction House.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" As soon as he entered the Westerly Wind Auction Hall, a sexy maid dressed in hot clothes approached, not surprised by Chu Xingyun's costume.

"The old man has a set of martial arts. He wants to put it up for auction in your auction house. Let the director of your auction house come to see me." Chu Xingyun lowered his voice and said casually.

He was originally the absolute strong, that belongs to the strong momentum, there is no need to deliberately do it, naturally emitted.

The maid's face changed slightly. When she heard that she was going to auction martial arts, she became much more respectful. Then she felt the strong momentum of Chu Xingyun and bowed down in a hurry.

"If your predecessors don't mind, please go to the VIP room and wait. I'll report to the supervisor immediately." After that, the maid opened a door and rushed to report.

Chu Xingyun was not in a hurry. He went into the VIP room and waited quietly.

Soon, the maid also entered the VIP room, beside her stood an old man in a gown. The maid gathered in the old man's ear, pointed at Chu Xingyun and whispered a few words.

"You go down." The old man nodded his head and let the maid retreat first. Then he came to Chu Xingyun and glimpsed a brilliant ray in his eyes. He found that the man in black robe had only three heavenly realms of hardened body, and his face could not help but sink.

"Without asking the reason, regardless of origin, these eight characters are the gold-lettered signboard of the West Wind Auction City. Now it seems that they really disappoint the old man." Chu Xingyun stood up fiercely. Once his sleeves were thrown off, he would stride away.

"Wait a minute!" The old man quickly stopped Chu Xingyun, with a slight embarrassment on his face, and said, "This old man is the director of the Westerly Wind Auction House, named Meng Qing. I'm sorry for what he did just now, but I also ask my predecessors not to blame him."

Just now, when Chu Xingyun said those words, his momentum was unparalleled. There was a kind of sublime spirit that made Meng Qing's heart tremble, and he immediately put aside the idea of exploring.

Obviously, Chu Xingyun intentionally emitted this momentum to deter Meng Qing.

After all, what he is going to auction is Lingjie Intermediate Martial Arts. The more invisible it is, the more advantageous it is.

"I heard that you are going to auction a set of martial arts, dare to ask what level of martial arts degree is listed?" Seeing that Chu Xingyun did not leave, Meng Qing's heart was quietly relieved, and he had completely regarded Chu Xingyun as a mysterious hermit.

As for the three-day practice of hardening body, he does not care much more. The hermit is strong and his temper is very strange. It is not rare for him to hide his practice.

Chu Xingyun reached into his sleeve and took out the Nine Waves of Bibo and handed it to Meng Qing.

"That's what I'm going to auctioneer." Chu Xingyun's tone is flat.

Meng Qinggang took over Bibo Nine-fold Waves. When he heard Chu Xingyun's words, his heart was shocked. This mysterious strong man actually wanted to auction Martial Arts techniques, but also at the intermediate level.

He took a deep breath, looked away, carefully unfolded the paper and studied it carefully.

After a long time, Meng Qing took his eyes off the paper and looked at Chu Xingyun. A pleasant smile appeared on his face, and he said sadly, "This set of palms really ranks among the middle levels of Lingling ranks. With my eyes, the starting price was set at 2, 20,000 silver. I don't know what your intention is?"

Chu, an Emperor in his previous life was cheated and killed by his partner, however to his surprise his soul returns to the age of 16. Now determined not to repeat everything that happened in previous life and to take revenge on those that plotted against him, he rises up. Unfortunately his body as of now is the weakest of the city. So he must follow on the steps to become the strongest. 
Read as he struggles to become the strongest. 
This novel is quite similar to Tales of demons and gods in its background story and main protagonist... 
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After the departure of the people from Emperor Xia's Palace, Yaotai Enchanted Island returned to its former calm atmosphere.
On the enchanted island where Ye Futian had resided previously, a group of people had arrived. The person in front of the group was graceful and elegant, with stunning looks. The feminine charm she exuded was even greater than that of Yao Xi. Her glory was impossible to behold.
Moreover, judging her age from her appearance alone, she was just slightly older than Yao Xi. Her actual age was impossible to fathom.
This person was the mistress of Yaotai Divine Palace, the Holy Mother of the West.
Yao Xi looked up at the Holy Mother and called out with a smile, "Mother."
"I remember that I told you once that the Heavenly Demon Song of the Six Desires can truly stoke human desire. Even if you could control a man's emotions for a moment, and even if you succeeded, you could not possibly keep his heart. After all, they think of it as mere desire." The Holy Mother of the West said to Yao Xi, "In the future, don't do it again."
"Was this the reason why mother lost to Queen Xiao?" Yao Xi smiled and said, "Mother cultivated in peace and was detached from matters of the heart with no more arguments, but did he pay more attention to you?"
"Xia Qingyuan was right. He asked me to go to the palace, and I refused because I wanted to cut off the past. It was my choice; there were no regrets. As Renhuang, he had his pride," continued the Holy Mother of the West.
　　
"But, he still can't help but send people here today," Yao Xi continued. "Mother lost to Queen Xiao once upon a time, but I won't give up so easily."
"Yao Xi," Holy Mother of the West sighed and looked at her daughter, saying, "I'm afraid you will get pulled in deeper and deeper."
Ye Futian could maintain such clarity under the magic of the Heavenly Demon Song of the Six Desires and his desire under control. He possessed such a reputation. Surely, he was no simple character.
Clearly, Emperor Xia had intentionally focused on training Ye Futian and did not oppose Ye Futian's close relationship with Xia Qingyu.
In the future, it may be another him again.
Naturally, she did not want Yao Xi to repeat her mistake.
"Go see him at the palace when you get a chance. Since he gave you the title of 'princess,' it was a declaration to the world that he acknowledged you, so don't keep on resenting him," the Holy Mother continued.
Yao Xi smiled and said, "Fine."
...
Although this year's Yaotai Divine Feast was more like a comedy of error, the news still spread out rapidly, creating sensations in Emperor Xia's Realm.
Emperor Xia had granted Yao Xi the title of "Princess Xi," giving her the surname "Xia."
Yao Xi's real name was Xia Xi.
After all, she was the daughter of Emperor Xia.
Once, the Holy Mother of the West and Queen Xiao had competed for the title of the first beauty in Emperor Xia's Realm, but they did not expect that there was such a story behind it.
Emperor Xia had lived up to his reputation as the emperor, having conquered the two most beautiful women in Emperor Xia's Realm.
The Holy Mother of the West of Yaotai Divine Palace also belonged to Emperor Xia.
Many people admired and envied the emperor. His Majesty was nothing if he did not desire the most beautiful women in the world, despite his cultivation.
However, all most people could do was only use their imagination.
But, today, someone else had exhibited similar tendencies.
Ye Futian.
On the enchanted island of Yaotai Divine Palace, did something happen between Yao Xi and Ye Futian?
Xia Qingyuan, the Little Princess, actually came in person to pick up The One herself.
This...
What else could there be but envy?
Xia Qingyuan, Ye Futian, and the rest were traveling in the direction of the Emperor Xia's Palace. On the way back, Xia Qingyuan remained silent and did not speak, but Xia Lun and Ye Futian were chatting rather delightfully.
The Black Wind Condor had been hiding behind Ye Futian, trembling, his mouth closed tight. He dared not speak any more nonsense.
He couldn't afford to mess with her. He was still thinking, This she-devil wouldn't really play for real, would she?
She was way too scary.
"Follow me to the palace." When they had arrived at the center of Emperor Xia's Realm, Xia Qingyuan turned her head and spoke to Ye Futian.
"Very well." Ye Futian nodded and asked the people of the Cottage to return to the villa first.
As soon as the Black Wind Condor heard Ye Futian, he started sneaking toward the back, getting ready to slip away.
"Did I say that you could go?" Xia Qingyuan stopped and stared at the Black Wind Condor.
　　
The wings of the Black Wind Condor stiffened. If this she-devil was displeased with the Master, why take it out on him?
He was only asking if the Master was happy or not, and she had a problem with that?
He turned, trembling, and said to Xia Qingyuan, "Whatever the Princess commands, little condor is at your service, through hell or high water."
Ye Futian looked at the Black Wind Condor with contempt; this was as much resolve as this useless thing could muster.
"Then come to the palace with me," Xia Qingyuan said.
The body of the Black Wind Condor stiffened even more. He looked to Ye Futian pitifully, and said in his head, "Master, help me."
This she-devil was playing for real.
He could never go to the palace, not even if they killed him.
"The Princess asked you to go, so go! She won't really roast you," Ye Futian said with some despise.
The Black Wind Condor blinked and stole a glance at Xia Qingyuan again.
"Why wouldn't I?" Xia Qingyuan said.
　　
The Black Wind Condor's hair stood up on his back, sensing murderous intent.
Ye Futian was at his wit's end. He looked at Xia Qingyuan and said, "What angered the princess? What did the little Condor do?"
What angered her?
Xia Lun glanced at Ye Futian and silently turned in another direction.
Best not to get involved in this matter.
The others who were following them also stayed far away; they saw nothing and knew nothing.
"His eyes were disrespectful, can't I punish him?" Xia Qingyuan asked, looking at Ye Futian.
"Then punish him, but there is no need for the Princess to terrorize him." Ye Futian continued, "And since when did I become the Princess's 'person'?"
"My father—the Emperor—commanded you as my imperial bodyguard, is there a problem?" Xia Qingyuan said coldly, "I sent a messenger to tell you to go to the Golden Hall of the Lotus at the palace to cultivate. Why didn't you go? If I hadn't gone to Yaotai Divine Palace, were you planning on staying?"
Ye Futian looked at Xia Qingyuan and said, "I don't like restraint. If the Princess thinks I don't obey orders, I will resign as the imperial bodyguard."
"Do you think your resignation is up to you?" Xia Qingyuan's voice was a little colder. She looked furious. She stared at Ye Futian and said, "I refuse your resignation."
In the distance, Xia Lun and the others stayed out of the way, but couldn't resist listening in.
This was war.
For as long as he had known her, Xia Lun had never seen his sister throw a tantrum.
Was this because she was antagonized?
When they left, Yao Xi's words had a lot of hidden meaning.
On their way back, Ye Futian didn't even offer any explanation?
Others who had followed Xia Qingyuan also felt it too. Though the Princess was mostly quiet, she was rarely angry.
Never mind on account of a mere imperial bodyguard, who dared to talk back to the Princess?
But only an idiot or moron dared to treat Ye Futian as a mere bodyguard.
Ye Futian looked at Xia Qingyuan and said lightly, "Thank you, Princess, for coming to my rescue this time, but I could not possibly serve the princess forever. Perhaps, in a little while, I will inform Emperor Xia of my intention to travel and do the things I need to do."
Xia Qingyuan was stunned for a moment. She looked at Ye Futian, then asked, "What things do you have to do?"
"Look for someone," Ye Futian looked into the distance and said. When Xia Qingyuan heard what he had to say, suddenly, she was silent.
She, too, looked into the distance and said quietly, "Very well."
As she was speaking, she continued forward, and everyone was a little bewildered.
What was happening?
Why did the whole thing suddenly come to an end?
"Master, can I go now?" the Black Wind Condor asked in voice transmission.
Ye Futian glanced at him, then stepped forward, leaving the poor Black Wind Condor to decide whether to follow him or not. Finally, he gritted his teeth and caught up to them.
Xia Lun and the others followed in doubt, bewilderment written all over their faces.
In the palace, the group retired to their respective quarters. Xia Qingyuan took Ye Futian somewhere. This was the palace above the ninth layer of heaven of Emperor Xia's Palace, ethereal and ever sacred.
When Ye Futian saw that Xia Qingyuan had brought him here, he knew who wanted to see him.
In front of him, on the steps that disappeared into the mist, a figure stood quietly. It was as if he had been waiting for him.
"Go," Xia Qingyuan said and left. Ye Futian walked forward and saw the figure turn around to look at him.
"Your Majesty."
Ye Futian bowed to pay his respect. This was the first time he had met Emperor Xia in the truest sense.
At the earliest, he had seen the projection of Emperor Xia in the Lower World.
Now that he had seen the true body of Renhuang, although there was no discernible breath, it gave out a feeling of giant, akin to a god, similar to the impression that Emperor Li had given him.
Likewise, Emperor Xia was also sizing up Ye Futian. Although he had noticed Ye Futian for a long time, this was also the first time he had seen him up close.
This guy was audacious.
When he was in the Nine States of the Lower World, he had turned that world upside down, causing Emperor Xia to have to deal with the aftermath on his behalf.
Now in the Upper World, he was equally as bothersome.
"Did you touch Yao Xi?" Emperor Xia stared at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian shivered, but fortunately, he had not.
"No," Ye Futian replied resolutely.
His voice had just drifted off when the feeling of the pressure on his body weakened. Emperor Xia stepped up and came to Ye Futian, patted him on the shoulder, saying, "It's impossible for young men to behave themselves. When I was your age, I had many romantic adventures as well, but don't be excessive, kid."
　
"Ah…"
Ye Futian looked up at Emperor Xia, and blinked, revealing an innocent look.
Excessive?
He had no idea what that was supposed to mean.
Seeing Ye Futian's innocent look, Emperor Xia wanted to give this guy a beating but thought better of it and stopped himself. Instead, he patted his shoulder again. "Between Qingyuan and Yao Xi, whichever one you like, as long as they are willing, I have no opinion on the matter. But if you go too far, I won't spare you. "
"..."
Ye Futian looked awkward and finally understood what Emperor Xia meant.
Since Yao Xi was also the daughter of Emperor Xia, then the Emperor had two daughters.
The excess that he was referring to was naturally...
This old man was a genius!


In a time when the Divine Prefectures of the East Sea were in great disarray, Emperor Ye Qing and Donghuang the Great appeared to save the day. Under their rule, the prefectures united and all nations as well as  their kings have been controlled. However, the legend of these two great heroes becomes altered when Emperor Ye Qing's name is wiped from the history books after his sudden death. All statues and images of him were destroyed and his name a taboo. Only the legend of Donghuang the Great shall live on.                            

Fifteen years later, a young man by the name of Ye Futian begins his journey in search for his true identity. The legend of Futian was going to be one for the history books.

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