The shopkeeper who killed “Dream Blossom” was inconsequential to the overall battle. Chong Xuansheng, half-paralyzed on the ground, frantically regulated his Daoyuan, attempting to restore the chaos within his Tongtian Palace so he could join the fight and stand alongside Jiang Wang. But how easy was that!

He needed time, but time was precisely what he lacked!

He had, of course, heard of the fearsome divine ability of the “Master of Arms.”

It was because he knew its terror that he was so tormented. What could be more painful than helplessness?

“Calm down,” he told himself, he must calm down, must erase those emotions.

“Use your wits!”

Chong Xuansheng tapped his temples.

He scrutinized his own condition. He meticulously delineated all the chaotic Daoyuan and disordered parts within his body, then rapidly calculated the fastest path to regaining combat capability. Setting aside the protection of his physical foundation, he chose the path that would most quickly restore his fighting power.

He had always done such things, making the most correct choices in countless terrible situations.

But progress remained slow.

He wished he could come up with a solution, but a skilled artisan could not work without materials. In this situation, where could he find people or things to utilize? The only surviving shopkeeper had already been “used” by him!

“Jiang Wang, hold on. Just hold on!”

He roared in his heart.

But the real world did not shift according to his will.

These one hundred riders that leaped out from the surging tide of martial aura were almost equivalent to one hundred extraordinary cavalrymen.

On the battlefield, what was the concept of well-trained, arrayed extraordinary cavalry?

They could almost pierce through any enemy formation, were absolutely elite, an absolute trump card.

And at this moment, summoned by Wang Yi Wu alone.

Though only a hundred riders, the hundred riders formed an array, their momentum surpassing even a thousand troops.

The one hundred riders were silent, only the straightly raised spear tips glimmering with cold light.

Then, in the next moment, the horses’ hooves trampled the air. They launched a charge towards Jiang Wang!

The army charged, only to kill one man.

To kill that refined-looking youth!

Jiang Wang pressed his hand on his sword, his face without sorrow or joy, his heart without fear or alarm.

Having just achieved the number one position in the Tenglong realm, at least the number one in Qi, his confidence had reached its peak. There were so many talents in the world, but he did not need to be modest, he was already a member of the heavenly pride!

He could defeat Wang Yi Wu head-on in the Tenglong realm. They had both reached the Inner Mansion realm and obtained their divine abilities, so why couldn’t he do it again!

The hundred riders charged, approaching in an instant. Their momentum was like a raging sea, mountains and hills collapsing.

Wherever the spears pointed, everything would be annihilated.

But at this moment.

A wisp of fire rose from his heart.

A wisp of fire rose from his kidneys.

A wisp of fire rose from his bladder.

The three wisps of fire intertwined, you in me, me in you, interacting with each other, merging into one wisp.

Jiang Wang raised his index finger, and at the tip of his finger, a flame ignited, a single spark like a bean.

The firelight was faint, faint but tenacious, stubbornly burning.

With his index finger raised in front of him, Jiang Wang’s thin lips parted slightly, and he blew a breath towards it.

And so, that tiny bean-like flame flew forward, flying towards the charging hundred riders. Flying towards the boundless murderous intent, flying towards the oppressive sharpness, flying forward.

The heart is the sovereign fire, also called divine fire, its name is Shangmei;

The kidneys are the subject fire, also called essence fire, its name is Zhongmei;

The bladder, which is the Qi Sea below the navel, is the people’s fire, its name is Xiamei.

The Samadhi is the upper, middle, and lower, for sovereign, subject, and people, which is spirit, essence, and Qi!

This is, the Samadhi True Fire!

This single bean of flame lightly landed on a charging knight.

And suddenly exploded!

Exploding into a sea of fire!

The fire was so blazing, so tyrannical.

The one hundred valiant knights struggled for only a moment before being burned back into the initial martial aura.

It did not stop there. The raging Samadhi True Fire spread along with the martial aura, scorching the martial aura while extending towards Wang Yi Wu’s main body!

All things in the world, nothing cannot be burned.

Wang Yi Wu could only hastily cut off the connection between the martial auras, stopping the Samadhi True Fire before it reached him.

Jiang Wang looked at his unsightly face and said coldly, “I am not unworthy of your Master of Arms divine ability, but it seems you are not worthy of my Samadhi True Fire.”

In the first clash between Samadhi True Fire and the Master of Arms, Jiang Wang had once again achieved victory!

The divine abilities they had obtained when they opened their First Inner Mansion were both from the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm.

But the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm itself did not create divine abilities, it only inspired the talents that each person already possessed, turning “possibility” into “certainty.”

Back in the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm, the Dragon Horn that Wang Yi Wu obtained was more ancient than what Jiang Wang had received.

Therefore, the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm had put in more effort in “inspiring” Wang Yi Wu.

The strength of divine abilities compared to each other was sometimes vague. Some divine abilities simply could not be directly compared. Most of the time, it depended on the owner’s degree of development.

But at least from the perspective of the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm, “Master of Arms” should have been stronger than “Samadhi True Fire.”

However, the “Master of Arms” divine ability needed to grow in true warfare, it was most suitable for use in battles between two armies.

In a one-on-one duel, it might not be more advantageous than “Samadhi True Fire.”

But.

Even knowing that the “Master of Arms” divine ability might have more potential, even knowing that after being extracted it had not experienced the baptism of true warfare, that the “Master of Arms” divine ability could not display its true power…

Even knowing all of this, how could Wang Yi Wu, arrogant as he was, accept his defeat once again!

Defeated again in a one-on-one duel.

He was indeed seeking long-term invincibility, and would not be hindered by short-term failures.

But he had lost in the Tenglong realm, and lost again in the Inner Mansion realm, how could he talk about invincibility!

His momentum plummeted.

And Jiang Wang directly drew his sword and strode forward, using his own actions to show that Wang Yi Wu was not worthy of him using his divine ability.

This sword was like the sun and moon traversing the heavens, like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Extreme publicity, extreme arrogance.

After achieving the number one Tenglong realm and once again defeating Wang Yi Wu’s divine ability in the Inner Mansion realm, Jiang Wang felt great joy, his thoughts were clear, his momentum, intent, and spirit had all reached their peak state, and he used this to give birth to a new Human Dao Sword Style.

Since coming to the State of Qi, Wang Yi Wu had been an inescapable pressure in front of him and Chong Xuansheng. Like a high mountain and a great river, difficult to surmount.

As early as in the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm, he had suppressed the entire field. Although Chong Xuansheng did not lose in words, his momentum was obviously inferior.

Wang Yi Wu dared to come and bully them at any time, but they could not take the initiative to provoke him. For no other reason than the difference in strength!

Wang Yi Wu was the first Tongtian realm in history, a figure who left his name in the long river of cultivation history, who were they? What were they?

Now Jiang Wang could say that he was the number one Tenglong realm, a heavenly pride who had also surpassed Wang Yi Wu in the Inner Mansion realm!

This was not arrogance.

This was the truth.

This was not showing off.

This was the unique sharpness of youth.

This was the heart of a young man.

Because of experience, because of the environment, Jiang Wang had always been mature, self-controlled.

But hadn’t he also yearned for a life of fine clothes and angry horses?

Back then, the Five Heroes of Maple Forest had also swaggered through the city. They had also drunk heartily and laughed with beauties in their arms.

A man is not frivolous in his youth!

And so there was this Human Dao Sword Style Four, Impetuous Youth!

All the past experiences and choices had created the current me.

But deep down, he would always remember that youthfulness.

“The road is difficult, the difficult road. This body only seeks higher places.

Climbing the sky and grasping the moon is not enough to boast, breaking through the galaxy is already the end of the world.

Looking as far as the eye can see, one cannot see human affairs, may I ask what this absolute peak is like?

A commoner is enraged and draws his sword, the sea of clouds churns for ten million miles!”

The incomparably ostentatious, incomparably fierce sword light swept past, easily shattering Wang Yi Wu’s fist force.

The sword slashed horizontally towards his neck!

ps: The poem at the end of the chapter is excerpted from my writing “Imitating the Difficulty of Traveling,” which is also the source of the title of this volume. The full poem is available on my Weibo, Qinghe Yi Shen’s Delirious Words. Just search for “Difficulty of Traveling.”