After Chen Pingan returned to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he chose a secluded section of the wall, responsible for guarding a stretch of about a li.

Generally speaking, only Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators, below the Jade Pure Realm Sword Immortals, received this treatment, able to draw their swords alone, guarding one direction. For example, Qi Shou, who had just successfully broken through after seclusion.

Qi Shou also became the first Sword Cultivator among all his peers in this year, a bumper crop of Sword Immortal seedlings, to reach the Nascent Soul Realm.

This was a rigid rule of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and also a kind of honor.

So even Ning Yao needed to cooperate with Chen Sanqiu and the others, and Pang Yuanji and Gao Yehou were no exception. It was just that these small groups of geniuses were responsible for a wider section of the city wall than ordinary Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators, even comparable to many Sword Immortals.

The reason why Chen Pingan was an exception and did not attract criticism was because Chen Pingan was not breaking the rules. He was not yet a Sword Cultivator, only a pure martial artist who nurtured a few flying swords.

In addition, Chen Pingan himself was willing to take the risk, acting as bait, actively attracting the attention of some hidden Great Demons. Ning Yao didn’t speak, the guards on either side didn’t speak, the Yao family’s old Sword Immortal Yao Lianyun didn’t speak, and the other Sword Immortals of the Great Wall of Sword Qi naturally wouldn’t stop him.

Coincidentally, Chen Pingan and Qi Shou became neighbors.

Qi Shou controlled his sword incessantly, only slightly distracted, glancing at Chen Pingan. This guy didn’t have those messy face coverings on his face today, wearing his own cyan robe, with a tailor-made robe over it, and placing a standard sword from the Sword Workshop horizontally on his lap. The two Immortal Armaments that had rendered great service to Chen Pingan in slaying Li Zhen had not yet appeared.

Now was only the initial stage of the siege, and the Sword Immortals’ numerous natal swords were like an advancing tide, located at the forefront of the battlefield, hindering the army of demons from the Savage World. Then there were the stragglers, which required Earth Immortal Sword Cultivators to wield their swords and kill the enemy. After that, if there were any demons that were lucky enough to survive, after breaking through the second sword formation, they would be greeted by a swarm of Middle Fifth Rank Sword Cultivators’ flying swords, raining down upon them. This was itself a kind of martial practice of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. From the Cave Mansion Realm to the Dragon Gate Realm Sword Cultivators, these three realms, even if their cultivation was not high, would become more and more familiar with the battlefield, and more and more in tune with their natal swords. All their sword strikes would naturally become faster and faster.

Qi Shou shifted his gaze and looked at Chen Pingan’s sword techniques.

At that time, when Chen Pingan went out of the city to fight Li Zhen, Qi Shou was in seclusion, and had no chance to witness it. He could only hear about it afterwards. Even Qi Shou, a Sword Cultivator with such a proud heart, admitted that it was a minor regret.

Chen Pingan’s sword techniques today were not concealed. All four flying swords were unleashed, as if he was cramming at the last minute, and had learned some kind of illusion from someone. The four flying swords, in terms of appearance, were constantly changing. Upper Fifth Rank and Nascent Soul Realm demons could of course see through those clumsy illusions at a glance, but just to deal with the demon army charging head-on on the battlefield, it was already enough. After being hindered by the four flying swords, they would easily suffer, and would be badly tricked.

There was also a little trick to it. The demons charging to the front lines would die under the sword first, so this caused many demons to continue charging, but involuntarily slowed down their pace.

Compared to Chen Pingan’s focused concentration, Qi Shou defended against the enemy more easily, with his attention divided without affecting the battlefield’s trend.

The demon army of the Savage World suffered heavy casualties, but it was still far from this section of the city wall. For a Sword Cultivator like Qi Shou, who had experienced three great battles, he could handle it with ease. Moreover, Qi Shou himself possessed three natal flying swords. The Flying Kite was extremely fast, giving him an advantage in one-on-one combat. Heartstring was most suitable for protracted battles, and was not afraid of the demons’ thick skin and strong physique. As for the most mysterious flying sword, Dancing Pearl, it had obtained the excellent prophecy of a Taoist Saint, “Sitting in the Milky Way, rain falls on earth”, which was of the same path as the Great Sword Immortal Yue Qing’s natal flying sword “Skylark in the Sky”, and Yao Lianyun’s natal flying sword “Deep in the White Clouds”, which could create cloud seas, and was most capable of injuring enemies on a large scale.

Therefore, although Qi Shou had only just reached the Nascent Soul Realm, it was very easy for him to guard a small section of the city wall. Generally speaking, for the entire Sword Cultivator army, whether it was the Sword Immortals with abundant spiritual energy, or the Middle Fifth Rank Sword Cultivators with relatively weak spiritual energy, it was only when they needed to make careful calculations that the war could be called dangerous. At that time, the city walls would be full of dangers, and there would be more and more people who had to withdraw from the city walls, or Sword Cultivators who died on the spot.

Whether it was a demon cultivator who had already embarked on the path of cultivation, or a demon beast that had not yet been able to transform into human form, as long as they were unlucky, or dared to change their charging route and break into Qi Shou’s territory, they would be abused and killed by the flying sword Flying Kite.

Qi Shou’s methods of killing enemies with Flying Kite had always been cruel, and he liked to strip the flesh and blood of the demons, exposing their bare bones, leaving them wishing they were dead.

Some of the more difficult ones were handed over to the second flying sword, Heartstring, to deal with. The longer the stalemate, the smaller the opponent’s chances of winning, because it gave Heartstring a chance to accumulate power. This flying sword could be faster than Flying Kite, and could also rely on the subtle spiritual energy circulation in the small world to find the enemy’s key acupoints on its own.

Qi Shou looked at the corpses all over the battlefield in the distance. The first time he climbed the city wall and drew his sword, he saw the same scene. During a break in the battle, he couldn’t help but ask a question: why weren’t these beasts afraid of death?

A Sword Immortal smiled and gave him the answer: there is no one who is not afraid of death, but in the Savage World, life is the cheapest thing, even for cultivators. Only when they become Sword Cultivators can they change their fate and become a little more valuable, and not die so easily under the city walls.

Qi Shou had not yet used Dancing Pearl, and it was not necessary yet.

The key to the defense war between the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Savage World was never the peerless style of a Sword Immortal’s sword, or the shocking true form and supernatural powers of a Great Demon. It had always been a matter of endurance, seeing who could grind the other to death. What was being mutually consumed was the countless lives of the Savage World, and the Great Wall of Sword Qi was the accumulated spiritual energy of every Sword Cultivator. Whoever couldn’t hold on first would lose.
In the grand epoch prior to the present Sword Qi Great Wall, nascent Sword Immortal seedlings sprung forth like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The reason for their near utter defeat, the decimation of youthful prodigies, lay in the fact that the Savage Lands had almost endured to the bitter end. It was after that devastating lesson that the intercontinental ferries heading to Upside-Down Mountain grew in number. The Nalan and Yan families of the Sword Qi Great Wall began their ascendance, engaging in ever-expanding commerce with the Vast World, purchasing spirit pills and elixirs, talismanic treasures – items formerly scorned by sword cultivators – in vast quantities, just in case.

And through the immensely profitable trade enabled by these ferries traversing to Upside-Down Mountain, family clans of immense wealth and power emerged in each of the Vast World’s nine continents, accumulating riches beyond measure. Leading among these was the Liu clan of the Snowy Continent, along with the Mountain Water Grotto of the Soaring Clouds Continent, the Jade Forest Sect of the Northern Emerald Continent, Old Dragon City of the Treasure Bottle Continent, and the Rain Dragon Sect, a critical transit hub.

Separated by Chen Ping’an was Xie Songhua, a female Sword Immortal from the Snowy Continent. Having arrived at the Sword Qi Great Wall late last winter, she had remained relatively unknown, residing in the Secluded Wish Abode, a private residence left behind by a deceased sword immortal on the city wall. Lacking any accomplishments in battle since her arrival, she was merely a temporary resident. Xie Songhua rarely interacted with others, and remained conspicuously absent from most social gatherings.

The aura accompanying her drawing of her natal sword was, frankly, unremarkable. The sword moved at a moderate pace, its light and intent ordinary, seemingly just enough to slay enemies.

Qi Shou couldn’t help but glance at the bamboo sword box behind Xie Songhua.

She was likely the dragnet, assisting Chen Ping’an in his ‘fishing’ strategy. Reportedly only at the Jade Purity Realm, which puzzled Qi Shou. If the demons were to take the bait, Xie Songhua’s full-force strike would undoubtedly be targeting a truly enormous prey. Even as a Jade Purity Realm bottleneck sword immortal, wouldn’t Xie Songhua’s strike risk causing Chen Ping’an to be dragged into the depths by the ‘fish’? Could it be that Xie Songhua was one of those sword cultivators who valued a single, devastating strike above all else? The Sword Qi Great Wall had seen such peculiar sword immortals in its history, albeit few in number. They excelled at one-on-one combat, willing to risk their lives in a single, decisive blow. If their opponent survived, they themselves would often meet their end. Thus, such sword immortals in the Sword Qi Great Wall tended to have short lifespans.

From right to left, the line of defense consisted of Qi Shou, Chen Ping’an, and Xie Songhua, each guarding their respective area.

None of them had any backup sword cultivators behind them.

During a lull, Fan Dache stealthily approached once, but didn’t linger, leaving behind a pot of wine before hurrying away.

Chen Ping’an opened the wine pot, taking small sips, his attention constantly fixed on the movements of the demonic creatures on the battlefield.

Unlike Qi Shou’s almost cruel and fierce approach, Chen Ping’an strived to deliver fatal blows with each strike, or at the very least, inflict damage that struck at the demon’s very core, or cripple its mobility. This was a necessity. Following his battle with Li Zhen, he had fallen three realms. His spiritual energy reserves, once quite substantial, such as that of his Water Mansion, could no longer be restored to their peak through the mere refinement of water pills. Recklessly expending his spiritual energy would be akin to draining a pond dry to catch fish, only exacerbating the cracks in the Water Word Seal that might have had a chance of repair, accelerating the peeling of the painted water deity murals on the walls. The small pond beneath the Water Word Seal would also leak. Simply put, if the Water Mansion could previously hold a pound of water essence, it could now only hold three or four ounces. Once his sword intent was severely depleted, and his mind weary, relying on his spiritual energy as a last resort to fuel his strikes would only lead to a vicious cycle. Replenishing the Water Mansion’s spiritual energy with postnatal elixirs would result in massive dissipation of water essence, a reckless extravagance that would ultimately squander priceless Mirage Marsh Water God Palace water pills.

And that wasn’t even the most troublesome issue.

After the Great Refinement, though Pine Needle and Cough Lightning were merely imitations of Hate Sword Mountain swords, they possessed no lack of sharpness. It was merely that they lacked the innate, unique abilities of true natal swords. In a way, First Day and Fifteenth Day were also in a similar situation. There was a world of difference between a simple sword cultivator and a sword cultivator born alongside their natal sword. Qi Shou’s situation went without saying – he had three natal swords. Chen Ping’an had personally experienced the power of all three. Just take Gu Jianlong’s Arsenic – because it was a true natal sword of extremely high quality, it would always kill if it wounded. Once the Arsenic truly injured its target, its sword intent would permeate the enemy’s apertures and Qi repositories, making it incredibly difficult to deal with.

However, solving troubles was the very essence of cultivation.

Carefully controlling the spiritual energy consumption of his four key apertures, simultaneously repairing the foundations of his Water Mansion, Mountain Shrine, and Wood Residence, he would, for example, immediately shut the doors of the Water Mansion as soon as its spiritual energy neared exhaustion, revealing its many flaws even more clearly. The green-robed attendants would then start toiling away as repairmen. In the Wood Residence, the Yin Spirit Mustard Seed resided, while in the Mountain Shrine, a golden manikin patrolled. With the battle pressing, and Chen Ping’an unable to retreat to the city to cultivate, he settled for the next best thing: using the war to nourish himself, actively seeking out every minor imperfection in the foundations of his cultivation. Even if this meant that the effects of the pills in the Tranquility Residence treasury and the bottle of Mirage Marsh Water God Palace water pills were diminished, it was a price he was willing to pay.

Killing demons on the battlefield could also earn money.

Especially since the Sword Qi Great Wall had an extremely favorable regulation for Chen Ping’an: the remuneration for slaying a demon – even a Golden Core demon – was vastly different between a Sword Immortal and a Middle Five Realms sword cultivator. The latter earned significantly more.

Therefore, Chen Ping’an was killing demons and earning money as a Second Realm cultivator.

Neither the Hidden Official lineage nor the Confucian lineage, responsible for overseeing and recording the battles, had any objections.

They both felt that the loss of his realms was due to his own abilities, and he was acting as bait due to his own capabilities. It was additional earnings that Chen Ping’an deserved.

Chen Ping’an appeared to be focused on controlling his four swords and killing enemies on the battlefield, but he was also watching the battles on both sides. Qi Shou’s swordplay, now that he was in the Nascent Soul Realm, was vastly different from their earlier skirmish in the streets.

As for Sword Immortal Xie Songhua’s strikes, they were even more simple and unadorned, relying solely on her unknown natal sword’s sharpness to unleash its killing power. This allowed Chen Ping’an to gain even more insight.

Chen Ping’an was not a pure sword cultivator after all. The mental strain and spiritual energy consumed by wielding swords were far greater for him than for a true sword cultivator. His Golden Body Realm physique, though resilient, certainly helped strengthen his soul and spirit, but ultimately could not compare to the ease with which a sword cultivator unleashed their sword.

And the demonic horde’s suicidal surge would not cease for a moment.

Therefore, Chen Ping’an needed to drink often, and there was great knowledge to be found within the wine.
Qi Shou, watching from the sidelines, found the situation amusing. He truly felt for the Second Manager, who was putting on a brave face despite the strain. He hoped that the big fish wouldn’t scare away, leaving the fisherman unable to hold his own.

However, the young man, although pale, had increasingly bright eyes. Setting aside the difficulty of sustaining the flying sword for prolonged demon slaying, Chen Ping’an’s tenacity and skillful handling of details still impressed Qi Shou. Although they were once rivals who nearly exchanged lives, Qi Shou wasn’t petty enough to wish Chen Ping’an to be further injured on the city wall, ultimately damaging his Dao foundation.

Therefore, Qi Shou spoke via heart-voice transmission, “If you don’t mind, you can deliberately let a group of beasts break through the four-sword battlefield and approach the city wall. I can then unleash my flying sword ‘Leaping Pearl’ and reap a wave of battle merits. Otherwise, you won’t be able to hold the battlefield for long.”

Chen Ping’an was only a Second Realm cultivator, unable to even produce heart-voice ripples. He could only use the martial artist’s technique of focusing sound into a line to say to Qi Shou, “I appreciate the offer, but not for now. I need to appear more miserable to lure out a big fish. After that, even if you don’t offer, I will ask for your help.”

Wasting one or two Water Pills, or even causing the four crucial acupoints to become even more strained, making it increasingly difficult to draw his sword, would be a worthwhile trade if he could successfully hook an Upper Fifth Realm demon.

That’s how the calculations had to be made.

Xie Songhua, the female sword immortal from the White Snow Continent, was indeed, as Qi Shou had guessed, a sword cultivator who pursued extreme sword intent. Her lifelong sword practice was aimed at achieving a clear and bright sky after a single sword strike.

Xie Songhua was straightforward. After the Great Sword Immortal chose her to assist Chen Ping’an as a safety net, Xie Songhua had a frank conversation with Chen Ping’an. The female sword immortal was blunt, stating that she came to the Sword Qi Great Wall only to obtain one or two Greater Demons to sacrifice to her sword. Once she succeeded, gaining benefits and fame, she would immediately return to the White Snow Continent.

Chen Ping’an was somewhat relieved.

Qi Shou smiled and asked, “Why not ask your ally, Sword Immortal Xie Songhua, for help?”

Chen Ping’an said, “Repaying a sword immortal’s favor is a must, but the extent of the repayment is a huge problem. Repaying your favor, however, is easier. This great battle is destined to be lengthy. Who will owe whom a favor in the end is still uncertain.”

Qi Shou found this guy as annoying as ever. He remained silent for a moment, tacitly agreeing to Chen Ping’an’s request, then curiously asked, “Right now, how much of your difficult situation is real and how much is feigned?”

Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “You wouldn’t believe anything I say, so why ask?”

Qi Shou pretended to be helpless and said, “I’m just bored. As a nascent soul sword cultivator, I have no opponents for now. It’s lonely.”

Chen Ping’an chuckled and said, “I can have a nascent soul sword cultivator and a sword immortal as door gods. I’m even lonelier.”

Qi Shou raised a middle finger.

Chen Ping’an also took the time to drink some wine. The wine pot was the style from his own shop, the Bamboo Sea Grotto Heaven wine, containing hidden wonders.

The wine inside the sword-nurturing gourd, melted with a Water Pill, was not to be drunk unless absolutely necessary. Fan Dache occasionally sent a wine pot to help replenish spiritual energy, so he was temporarily not worried. As for the several precious pills within the Fifteen Square Inches, they were more targeted, mainly to address the exhaustion of spiritual energy in the Mountain Shrine and Wooden Abode acupoints.

On the battlefield, there were all sorts of strange occurrences.

Suddenly, a sea of clouds covered a hundred miles of the battlefield. From the city wall’s vantage point, a point of light suddenly rose, piercing through the clouds, bringing with it a streak of light, and plunged back into the clouds, landing on the ground with a thunderous roar.

Some demon cultivators, stealthily dodging the first sword immortal’s sword array, suddenly revealed their true forms. Without exception, they were covered in silver armor, charging forward. They could deflect the flying swords of several earth immortal sword cultivators. Before being targeted and killed by a certain sword immortal, they attempted to create a talisman array that wouldn’t stand on the battlefield but would instead go deep into the earth.

The Mountain Moving Demons, personally led by Great Demon Chongguang, continued to manifest their gigantic true forms, tirelessly hurling mountain peaks, like trebuchets on the secular battlefields of the Vast World.

There was also an unknown Great Demon hovering at an extreme height, holding a crystal-clear white jade bottle. The bottle tilted, pointing downward towards the Sword Qi Great Wall’s city wall, and a river poured out, the water like a white silk ribbon, yet it did not fall to the ground. It collided with the Sword Qi Great Wall’s torrent of sword qi.

A Great Demon, secretly lurking deep underground, suddenly burst out of the earth, revealing a true form hundreds of feet long, like a flood dragon or a snake. It tried to stir up and destroy the natal flying swords of many Middle Fifth Realm sword cultivators in one go, but it was instantly detected by Great Sword Immortal Li Tuimi on the city wall. A single sword strike repelled it, and its huge body re-entered the earth, attempting to retreat from the battlefield. Flying swords pursued, the earth shook, and the intensity of the sword light underground, even through the thick earth, still revealed streaks of brilliant sword light.

There were also demon cultivators scurrying around, dodging the sword immortal’s flying sword array, and finding themselves in front of the second sword array. They suddenly threw out something like a handful of sand, and instantly, hundreds of tall, bone-covered armored puppets appeared on the battlefield. They used their giant bodies to capture natal flying swords. Once a flying sword landed among them, they would explode on the spot. Because they were located on the edge of the two sword arrays, bones and armor fragments flew everywhere. Earth immortal sword cultivators might only damage the edge of their swords, but the swords of many Middle Fifth Realm sword cultivators would be directly pierced, or even shattered.

When truly on the battlefield, some sword cultivators would completely forget the passage of time, or, at the other extreme, be filled with trepidation, finding each day an eternity.

Day and night alternated.

The Wildlands’ familiar three moons seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, as if the moonlight was getting closer and closer to the battlefield, especially favoring the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Qi Shou glanced at Chen Ping’an, reminding him, “Be careful not to get exhausted while fishing, and end up dying instead. If this continues, you can only sheath your sword once.”

If it were just ordinary sword strikes to block enemies, Chen Ping’an’s mental exhaustion wouldn’t be so great.

This required Chen Ping’an to keep his mind constantly on edge, to guard against the unexpected. After all, if a certain Great Demon, hidden somewhere and whose timing was unknown, was treacherous enough, it wouldn’t aim to kill but to destroy Chen Ping’an’s four flying swords. This would be no different than a serious injury for Chen Ping’an.
Chen Ping’an lifted the gourd of sword nourishment, took a large swig of wine, and quietly said, “So, both sides are competing in patience and acting skills. If the other side doesn’t dare to gamble big and win big, and really pushes me to the brink, I might as well recall my flying swords and call for someone to replace me. It’s not a big deal to not be this bait.”

On the battlefield, incomplete and wandering souls were everywhere, constantly shattered by the sword light, a scene of another kind of widespread wailing.

Imperceptibly, as corpses piled up like mountains time and time again, and were smashed by the sword immortals’ attacks, causing the earth to sink and pulverizing hundreds of miles of battlefield, preventing the Wilderness World’s formation masters from stabilizing the land and arbitrarily raising the battlefield, the bloody aura and the resentment condensed by the demon race afterward became increasingly濃烈. Even with the sword immortals and their natal flying swords having countermeasures, using the unique powers of their flying swords to wander across the battlefield, trying to wash away the cruel atmosphere as much as possible, it was still difficult to stop the condensation of a certain great trend as time passed. This caused the sword cultivators’ originally clear vision of the battlefield to gradually blur.

This was fighting for the opportune moment.

On the other hand, the demon armies of the Wilderness World charged into battle, becoming increasingly irrational, less afraid of death, and even more demon cultivators had a purer determination to die the moment they stepped onto the battlefield.

The so-called willingness to die generously was not exclusive to the sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Thus, the Taoist Sage sitting in the sky plucked a strand from the snow-white horsetail whisk in his hand and tossed it towards the earth. Without warning, a torrential rain fell on the battlefield, bringing a refreshing atmosphere.

Immediately, a great demon seated high in the sea of clouds, resembling a virtuous lady from the Vast World, with a beautiful appearance, wore two jade bracelets on each wrist, one white and one black. The two bracelets, with their flowing inner light, did not cling to her skin but floated delicately. Colorful ribbons gently swayed around her body, and her flowing black hair was seemingly held in place by a series of golden rings, but in reality, they rotated in the air.

She took out an ancient scroll from her sleeve, gently unfurling it. It depicted a continuous range of mountains, with peaks crowding together and flowing water tinkling, as if an immortal power had been used to move and imprison the scenery within the painting, rather than simply painting it.

This great demon, dressed in a crimson cloud robe, smiled sweetly. She then took out a seal, breathed a mouthful of her origin true energy onto the seal script, and gently stamped it onto the painting. The seal script bloomed with radiant light, but the originally verdant landscape painting gradually dimmed.

She gently pushed the painting away. Except for the vermilion seal impression that remained in place, the entire painting vanished instantly.

In the sky above the battlefield, a magnificent painting appeared, stretching for a thousand miles in length and a hundred miles in width. Not only that, but the painting’s spiritual energy spread out, attempting to intercept the torrential rain.

The rain poured down on the verdant landscape painting.

No more raindrops fell on the battlefield.

However, in the actual mountains of the Wilderness World depicted in the painting, a spiritually rich rain began to fall.

The old Taoist waved his horsetail whisk, shattering the painting. The painting reformed, so the rain that had been transformed from the horsetail whisk earlier fell on the battlefield again, then was blocked by the painting, and then the old Taoist smashed the painting again with his whisk.

When the seal script in front of the woman became increasingly dim and eventually shattered, she smiled charmingly, “The old immortal’s gift is generous, I won’t be polite.”

When the woman took out the seal again, a sword light that cut through the sky arrived with a bang. The two black and white bracelets on the woman’s wrists, and the golden rings that bound her black hair, flew out on their own to collide with it, emitting dazzling sparks. A rain of fire fell from the sky.

Although the woman blocked the sword light, she had to retreat more than a hundred miles. She lowered her head to look at the bracelets on her wrists. Fortunately, there was only some minor wear and tear, so she no longer used the painting to block the rain and continued to watch the battle from afar.

The one who launched the sword from the Great Wall of Sword Qi was Lu Zhi.

She remembered it.

Once a woman holds a grudge against another woman, she is often more ruthless.

When Chen Ping’an had to recall all his flying swords in one breath, and still no great demon took the bait, it was both unexpected and within expectations.

Xie Songhua and Qi Shou, without needing to exchange words, immediately joined forces to help Chen Ping’an kill the demons, each taking half of the battlefield, so that Chen Ping’an could rest slightly in order to launch his swords again.

The great battle had only just begun. Most of the current demon army were ants filling the battlefield with their lives. There were not many cultivators, and even compared to the previous three great battles, the Wilderness World’s siege this time had more patience. Sword cultivator sword formations formed interconnected circles, each with its own function, while the demon army’s siege seemed to have a vague sense of layering, no longer as crude as before. However, connection problems still occasionally appeared in various parts of the battlefield, as if the behind-the-scenes people responsible for command and dispatch were still not experienced enough.

Sword cultivators practiced their swords, demons practiced warfare.

The third month hung in the sky.

On the side of the Confucian Sage, an unfamiliar old man wearing Confucian robes appeared, looking up at the three moons.

The old man was none other than Chen Chun’an, the number one person in the Southern Subcontinent.

Chen Chun’an withdrew his gaze and smiled at the wandering students in the distance, “Go help. Remember to do as the locals do.”

A group of young people dispersed.

The Confucian Sage of the same Asian Sage lineage said, “There are quite a few good seeds for learning.”

Chen Chun’an said, “In my Southern Subcontinent, there are many more such promising talents.”

The Confucian Sage smiled, “After all, this isn’t the Vast World. Here, if you want to talk to the Old Sword Immortal, you have to do something, otherwise it won’t work.”

Chen Chun’an nodded and raised one hand high.

One of the bright moons in the sky of the Wilderness World slightly swayed, as if it was about to be dragged into the old man’s sleeve, and finally captured.

A great demon with a throne appeared out of thin air, located between the bright moon in the sky and the old man on the city wall.

Chen Ping’an returned to the city wall and continued to launch his swords. Xie Songhua and Qi Shou yielded the battlefield back to Chen Ping’an.

A tall young man in Confucian robes sat quietly to the side, without speaking, not disturbing Chen Ping’an’s sword strikes. He just stared at the battlefield for a long time, and finally said, “Just pretend to be exhausted, let them all in, the closer to the city wall the better.”

Chen Ping’an did not hesitate and retreated while maneuvering the four flying swords.

Letting the demon army within his territory surge forward.

Liu Xianyang closed his eyes, as if entering a dream.

Qi Shou turned his head to look at the unfamiliar scholar who seemed to be sound asleep, and then looked at the chaotic battlefield ahead.
Just as Qi Shou was about to unleash his flying sword, “Jumping Pearl,” Liu Xianyang opened his eyes.

On the battlefield where Chen Pingan stood guard, all the demonfolk were dead, not a single one survived.

Even the Sword Immortal Xie Songhua couldn’t help but turn her head to look at Liu Xianyang.

Because she hadn’t sensed the slightest ripple of spiritual energy, not a wisp of sword qi, and there wasn’t even a trace of sword intent on the battlefield.

Chen Pingan cautiously watched the suddenly silent battlefield, utterly devoid of life. It was truly, utterly dead.

Liu Xianyang seemed to find it incredible himself, rubbing his chin, muttering, “Were they really that fragile?”

Just as Xie Songhua and Chen Pingan almost simultaneously felt a stirring in their hearts,

Qi Shou casually murmured, “Here it comes!”

Liu Xianyang, who only had a mass-produced longsword from the sword workshop strapped to his back, let out an “Oh.” The sword behind him unsheathed itself, arcing through the air. Immediately, a golden divine figure of unknown origin appeared, wielding the ordinary longsword. As it descended towards the earth, ancient sword intents of the Great Dao, resonating with it, gathered upon it. The sword-wielding divine figure finally delivered a single strike, smashing into a slender sword light emanating from the corpses, heading straight for Chen Pingan. That sword light, not far from the city walls, was smashed into the ground. The golden divine figure and the sword workshop longsword also dissipated in the air.

From Xie Songhua’s sword box behind her, streaks of sword light shot out, their speed astonishing and world-shattering.

Ultimately, they successfully shattered the demon clan Sword Immortal’s natal flying sword beneath the earth.

Xie Songhua retrieved only half of the sword lights, storing them back into her sword box one by one. She stood up, turned her head, and said, “Chen Pingan, you’ll have to protect yourself for a while. I need to recuperate for a period. Otherwise, killing demonfolk above the Fifth Realm is meaningless to me.”

Chen Pingan nodded.

Liu Xianyang turned and walked towards Xie Songhua, as if intending to take over the female Sword Immortal’s position of guarding the city.

Chen Pingan hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

As Liu Xianyang passed behind Chen Pingan, he bent down and slapped Chen Pingan’s head, laughing, “Same old rules, learn from me.”

From the moment they met and became friends, Liu Xianyang had always been teaching Chen Pingan all sorts of things. They had left their hometowns, separated for over a decade, and it was still the same now.