Chapter 59: "I Only Ask, For the Glory of Sword Cultivators!"

Chapter 59: "I Only Ask, For the Glory of Sword Cultivators!"

After calling out several times without a response, Liu Gongfeng, with an expressionless face, turned around and lifted the curtain of the carriage behind him. He looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the soft cushion inside the carriage and said word for word, "Master, are you even listening to me?"

"Gongfeng..."

The middle-aged man sitting on the carriage cushion had a complex expression on his face, and after a long silence, he finally lifted his head to look at Liu Gongfeng in front of him and hesitated, "What if I chop up this last Cattle Cattle as well? Is there a chance that I can gamble for a white entry, 'Nine Bulls' Power'?"

"I don't know why."

"I have an extremely strong premonition that as long as I make this cut, I will definitely be able to gamble for another Nine Bulls' Power!"

". "

Liu Gongfeng looked at the master with an expressionless face, his eyes showing a look of madness like a gambler, and he sighed softly. He pulled the curtain of the carriage back without saying a word and just rubbed his temples, leaning against the carriage. He felt his head starting to throb.

He didn't want to explain anything anymore.

If it weren't for the fact that the master had treated him well these days, he would have run away long ago.

What on earth was going on in this man's head?

Just at this moment—

He suddenly felt the ground shaking violently, and a strong stench accompanied by a gust of wind rushed into his nostrils. At the end of his line of sight, a large group of demons appeared, rushing towards his direction.

The dense demonic aura was almost tangible! There must be at least hundreds of thousands of demons running together to create such a commotion.

"Damn it!"

Liu Gongfeng shuddered all over, and a hint of deep fear flashed in his eyes. Without saying another word, he lifted the curtain of the carriage and pulled the master out. He stuck "Swift Step Talismans" on both of them and shouted.

"Master, run! Let's escape to Fufeng City!"

"The demons are rioting!"

For now, he didn't want to know where these demons came from. He only knew that this official road was unlikely to protect them, and the only way to seek refuge was to quickly escape back to Fufeng City. Although Fufeng City was a mortal city, it had its fair share of high-level cultivators.

But it was still one of the 365 major cities of Great Xia!

Within the city was a city lord appointed by Great Xia, carrying the nation's fortune, with strength far surpassing that of his peers, making him virtually invincible among his peers. As long as they reached Fufeng City, they could seek protection.

And the rioting demons at the end of their sight seemed to be heading straight for—

Fufeng City!

As waves of spirit energy rippled along the official road, the formation stones on both sides of the road began to flash, and a golden light shield enveloped this section of the road, capable of blocking all attacks below the Golden Core stage.

Moreover, the "Windflow Formation" embedded beneath the official road also activated instantly!

It bestowed the Windflow Technique upon all living beings on the road, increasing their running speed to twenty times their normal pace!

With the Windflow Formation and Swift Step Talismans, Liu Gongfeng and the master's speed increased almost instantly, and they fled along the official road towards Fufeng City at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye. Their escape was much faster than their arrival.

The horse pulling the carriage was no fool either.

After forcefully shaking off the reins on its head, it turned around and followed behind the two, also running wildly. With the Windflow Formation's boost, its speed was not slow, and from time to time, it let out a 'neigh' that, for some reason, revealed a hint of strange excitement.

Liu Gongfeng also patted his head and suddenly realized that he took out a few Swift Step Talismans and stuck them on the horse's limbs. Then, he pulled the master and climbed onto the horse's back, continuing their wild escape.

Their current speed far surpassed that of flying on a sword.

After all, flying on a sword meant leaving the official road, and they wouldn't have the speed boost from the Windflow Formation.

Liu Gongfeng, having temporarily escaped the crisis, looked back at the large number of demons chasing closely behind like a tidal wave, and for the first time, he felt that the sky and earth could merge into one on land.

The black demon tide and the dark clouds that seemed to suck in people's hearts and minds were almost one.

He didn't know what had happened.

If he remembered correctly, any demon group of this size within Great Xia's borders would have a high-level demon with spiritual intelligence leading them. Those high-level demons were well aware of the consequences of causing trouble on the official road and would never dare to be so bold.

How did these damn demons appear within Great Xia's borders?

Fortunately, they hadn't gone too far from Fufeng City. Maintaining this speed, they could return to Fufeng City within half an hour.

At that time, even if the heavens were to collapse, there would be someone tall enough to bear the burden.

What does it have to do with him!

At this moment, Chen Qiu had already passed through the fourth gate's Sword Pavilion, the fifth gate's Scripture Hall, and the sixth gate's Law Enforcement Hall, arriving at the seventh gate in front of the Sect Hall. On the pillars of the Sect Hall, several lines of words were carved, filled with a strong and vigorous sword intent.

"Artificers, fragile glass cannons that die upon touch."

"Talisman Artificers, fragile jugglers."

"Array Masters, fragile doormen."

"Alchemy Masters, fragile quacks."

"Artificers, fragile blacksmiths."

"Evil Cultivators, fragile motherfckers."

"Demon Cultivators, fragile scum."

"Body Cultivators, not fragile but brainless."

"Sword Cultivators—

Offensive and defensive, a single sword can tear through the heavens and rivers!

A blade that can sever stars, even from a blade of grass, a speck of dust, or a grain of sand!

Artificers, when enraged, gulp down three jars of Qi Supplement Pills in anger!

Sword Cultivators, when enraged, their sword beams leave corpses for a thousand miles!

All are inferior, only Sword Cultivators are supreme!"

". . ."

Chen Qiu's expression became complicated as he looked at these lines carved on the pillars of the Sect Hall, feeling that the Mock Heaven Sect seemed to look down on Artificers. What did they mean by, "Artificers, when enraged, gulp down three jars of Qi Supplement Pills in anger?"

If only they hadn't perished so early.

If the inheritance had continued to the present, he would have shown them what a true Artificer is like.

His Foundation Establishment width, under the term "Dantian Expansion," had already reached ten thousand millimeters, and his spirit energy capacity was a hundred times that of an ordinary Qi Condensation First Stage Cultivator.

Chen Qiu stopped pondering these thoughts.

Instead, he walked towards the depths of the hall. So far, he was the only one who had reached the seventh gate. When passing through the fifth gate, he saw three or four people challenging it, while the sixth gate had no one.

At this rate, it would be difficult for these people to catch up with him.

Although he didn't know if the other cultivators had found any treasures in the ruins near the gates, it seemed that this secret realm was indeed more suitable for Sword Cultivators, and not very suitable for Artificers like him. Only the Earth Fire Pill could be considered a bit of charity for Artificers.

Discrimination, no wonder the inheritance was cut off.

Stepping into the Sect Hall, he walked straight to the innermost part. Along the way, numerous words were carved on the pillars, some expressing the sect's principles, while others were short stories.

For example:

"In a desert one day, a heavily injured Golden Core Cultivator, on the verge of dying from thirst, was delighted to discover a corpse. He rushed forward and took the spirit ring from the corpse, exhausting all his remaining spiritual energy to break the restrictions on the ring. Then, he fell into despair beside the corpse."

"The spirit ring was filled with Qi Supplement Pills, and nothing else."

"That corpse was an Artificer."

"Later, another Golden Core Cultivator, also dying of thirst, passed by. He excitedly rushed over and took the spirit ring from the other cultivator's corpse, only to fall into despair again after opening it."

"The spirit ring was filled with demonic beast meat. The previous corpse was a Body Cultivator."

"Yet another Golden Core Cultivator, dying of thirst, came across this place. After opening the spirit ring of the previous cultivator, he fell into despair once more. This time, the spirit ring was filled with talismans."

". . ."

With an expressionless face, Chen Qiu continued deeper into the Sect Hall. Every pillar in this now-ruined and dusty hall was filled with discrimination against other cultivators, with the most frequent being against Artificers.

To the point where a Golden Core Cultivator could die of thirst, and even the stories mocking Artificers had lost their logic?

Such a cold story.

Finally, he reached the end of the hall.

There, he saw the familiar barrier.

"Seventh Gate, Sword Severance."

"Passing this gate, you will succeed the position of the Sect Master of the Mock Heaven Sect."

"Heaven has doomed me, but it is not a sin to fight."

"Today, the sect is destined to perish. Whoever reaches this gate, regardless of their background, will become the new Sect Master upon sitting on the Sect Leader's chair!"

"As the Sect Master, you will inherit all the sect's resources and have full control over the sect's formations. The Mock Heaven Sect is established within a mini-world, and everything within it will belong to the new Sect Master."

"I only ask for the glory of Sword Cultivators!"

"Let the world know that Sword Cultivators are the strongest!"

(End of Chapter)

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