Chapter 12: Going Out and Gaining Experience (Part 2)

  He heard that Yang Shixiong would be coming over soon, and even Zhang Long had to yield to Yang Shixiong. Xuan Tian knew that he didn't have the strength to deal with Yang Shixiong at this moment, so he decided it was best not to stay here for long and took the initiative to strike first.

  Since this person is blocking in front, there's only quick defeat of this person and swift departure from this place.

  In an instant, Xuan Tian's sword energy had already pierced right in front of his eyes.

  The young man was greatly shocked, Xuan Tian's sword speed was so fast that it exceeded his expectations.

  A brilliant light burst forth, and the young man's sword was out of its scabbard.

  He kicked the ground with both legs, and his body suddenly burst backward. The long sword in his hand shone brightly as it swung upward to block the extremely swift strike from Xuan Tian.

  Without warning, a metallic clanging sound rang out. The young man's long sword fell empty, directly slashing onto the top of his head.

  Xuantian's sword was suddenly withdrawn at the moment of victory, a sword aura swept across and arrived, Xuantian struck with one sword, cutting off that young man's waist.

  The young man's face showed a shocked expression, Xuan Tian's strength was beyond his expectations.

  Although he had heard of Xuantian's story of transcending the ranks, and considered Xuantian as his arch-nemesis, without intentionally underestimating him, it seemed that he still underestimated Xuantian.

  "Spiral Power!"

  That young man let out a loud shout, his body pivoting on his toes, suddenly spinning around with a speed as swift as the wind. The sword in his hand, leveraging the centrifugal force, chopped down at the most critical moment.

  Xuantian's sword sliced across his waist, and the young man could no longer withstand it. He had no choice but to resort to a desperate move, which would result in both of them suffering heavy injuries. If Xuantian's sword were to slice across his waist again, his head would be split into two halves.

  With just two swords, he forced the young man into a desperate situation.

  A soft laugh sounded, Xuan Tian's body, like a spiritual snake, flashed to the side, and the young man's sword fell empty. At the same time, with Xuan Tian's dodge, that horizontal sword also broke by itself.

  Xuantian wouldn't end up in a stalemate with that young man, he had already seen that from the direction of Tiānjiàn Zōng, someone was rushing over quickly, if he were to be injured and kill the young man in front of him, he still wouldn't be able to escape the person behind.

  Although Xuantian only took a glance, he had seen that person before, so he recognized him. The one rushing towards this place was Wu Liao, who had once looked for Xuantian.

  Wu Liao has a cultivation base of the 9th level of the Martial Path, and compared to the young people in front of him, his strength is still much higher. Xuan Tian's trip this time is for training, in order to earn enough silver coins, buy enough elixirs, and quickly break through his cultivation, so that he can defeat Zhang Long in the Outer Sect Disciple Ranking Competition.

  There's no need to settle accounts now, we can do that later. It's a time for development and it would be unwise to get bogged down in endless disputes with the other side.

  "The Third Sword, Wind Sounds Rise!"

  Xuantian thrust out with one sword, the long sword in his hand, all the sword energy disappeared without a trace, only to hear the sound of the wind rustling, coming from all directions.

  "'Wind Sound Four Sounds' is a killer move in the Wind Chasing Sword Technique, Xuan Tian has already cultivated it to the point where only the sound of the wind can be heard, without seeing any sword shadows, although it's a mid-grade yellow rank sword technique, its power is even stronger than high-grade yellow rank sword techniques."

  What if there is no sword? How can we stop it then?

  That young man's eyes widened in shock, among the disciples of Tianjian Sect, there were many who practiced the Wind Chasing Sword Technique.

  However, the Wind Chasing Sword Technique is only a mid-grade sword technique of the Yellow Stage. Those who have entered the Pre-Heavenly Realm may be able to make the sound of the wind rise to the point where only the sound of the wind is heard, but no sword shadow is seen. But they have already cultivated Xuan-stage sword techniques, and the Wind Chasing Sword Technique is no longer in their eyes.

  A warrior who has not yet entered the Innate Realm can cultivate the Wind-Chasing Sword Technique to the point where only the sound of the wind is heard, but no sword shadow is seen.

  That young man, with the momentum of 'spiral energy', rotated even faster with a burst of strength. The sword in his hand shone with dazzling light and swept across all directions. As the sword light flashed by, it formed a sword curtain that enveloped his entire body.

  Alas! The sword curtain that rose up seemed like a whole entity, but in reality it was because the speed of the sword was too fast, creating a string of illusions.

  The young man's sword was fast, but Xuan Tian's sword was even faster.

  In the howling wind, a sword light suddenly flashed, immediately followed by a mournful cry, and fresh blood spurted out. The young man's body was instantly thrown backward, his thigh to abdomen appeared a deep wound that could see bone.

  Only hear the wind, but see no sword shadow!

  A flash of sword light, blood must splatter!

  That young man fell to the ground, the intense pain made him lose his ability to resist, his cultivation of Wudang's eighth heavy realm was severely injured by Xuantian with just three swords, and he couldn't even get up.

  At this moment, Wu Liao was only a hundred steps away from the two of them. With anger burning in his heart, he let out a loud shout: "Huang Tian, how dare you hurt your fellow disciple! Follow me to the Punishment Hall to receive your punishment!"

  Xuántiān yī shēng qīng xiào, tā de shēntǐ dǒurán jiān huà zuò yī dào cán yǐng, yuè guò le dì miàn cǎn háo de niánqīng rén, yuǎn yuǎn ér qù, sùdù bǐ Wú Liáo, hái yào kuài shàng bù shǎo.

  Wu Liao's eyes were filled with astonishment, and he fell beside the young man, muttering: "My cultivation in the Nine Heavens of Martial Arts has only reached the small completion stage of the Yellow Rank Upper Body Technique. How can he possibly reach the great completion stage of the Leopard Shadow Technique when he has just entered the Seven Heavens of Martial Arts?"

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  Xuantian displays the Leopard Shadow Technique, sprinting wildly along the way. The Great Success Boundary's Leopard Shadow Technique bursts forth, flying and running with an unbridled ferocity that leaves no human form in sight, only a fleeting shadow remaining.

  Before long, Xuan Tian arrived at the nearest town to the Tiān Jiàn Zōng mountains, spent 2,000 taels of silver to buy a black Qilin horse, and then quickly headed towards the Yīn Fēng mountain range.

  Hei Lin Ma is a precious horse with the blood of a mythical creature, its running speed far surpasses that of ordinary horses, it can travel over 2,000 miles in a day. Near the Yin Feng mountain range, there are also towns, where it can be sold for 1,700 taels of silver, losing only 300 taels.

  Warriors who go to the Yin Wind Mountains to hunt for demonic beasts are not only disciples of the Tianjian Sect. The flow of people coming and going is quite large, and each town has a horse station that provides horses as a means of transportation for warriors, earning a profit from the price difference.

  The Yin Wind Mountains stretched endlessly, and the closest place to the Tianjian Sect was over 1,200 miles away. This was a favorite place for the outer sect's elite disciples to hone their skills, as it was close to the sect and had many fellow disciples, making it relatively safe.

  However, Xuan Tian had offended the leader of the outer sect disciples, Yang Shixiong. As soon as he left the Tianjian Sect, Yang Shixiong dared to send someone to intercept Xuan Tian. Once they reached the Yin Feng mountain range, it was possible that even killing Xuan Tian would be an option.

  So, Xuan Tian did not go to the several places that the outer gate elite disciples of the Tianjian Sect often went to. Instead, he rode his black Qilin horse and galloped for a whole day, running over two thousand miles until the sky gradually darkened. When Xuan Tian saw a small town in front of him, he led his horse towards it.

  It's getting late, let's rest in the town for a night and head to the Yin Wind Mountains early tomorrow morning.

  The town is called Clear Water Town. Xuan Tian entered the town and went straight to Ma Hang. Behind Ma Hang are several major sects of the Divine Sword Dynasty, including the Tian Jian Sect. Therefore, Ma Hang is spread throughout all the towns in the Divine Sword Dynasty.

  "Ah——!"

  Xuan Tian had just sold his black Qilin horse and was walking out of the horse market when he heard a loud explosion mixed with a blood-curdling scream.

  A man-shaped hole appeared in the wall of a house next to the street ahead, and a person flew out from inside, falling into the middle of the street, spitting blood. The miserable cry just now was exactly from his mouth.

  A burst of footsteps sounded, with more than 20 people rushing towards the person lying on the street and spitting out fresh blood. One of them was the fastest, flashing to the side of the person, who had just climbed up half his body, and was immediately trampled by the approaching person's foot on his head, and then trampled on the ground again.

  The man who was stepping on him was a sturdy fellow in his thirties, with a robust physique and a height of over two meters. His eyes were wide open and his expression was ferocious. He had his foot firmly planted on the head of the person on the ground, and he let out a loud roar: "You son of a bitch, you dare to be so arrogant in front of Fu Wei Bang? Are you looking for death?"

  "Three Great Heroes, Valiant and Mighty!"

  "Awesome, three masters!"

  "When the three masters make a move, they beat him up like he's a dog!"

  ……

  ……

  The people behind came running over and cheered loudly.

  The outside world is not comparable to the one within the sect. Although there are also conflicts and contradictions among disciples within the sect, they cannot be compared to the cruelty of the Jianghu. In the world of martial artists, life and death often hang in the balance.

  The warrior who was trampled on had a cultivation of Wudao Eightfold Realm, one level higher than Xuantian.

  But the three masters of the cattle and horses, however, have a cultivation base of Wudao Jiuchongjing, and moreover, they are physically strong and robust, with innate divine power. Among the warriors in the Wudao Jiuchongjing realm, they are absolutely the strongest existence, and can easily defeat the warriors in the Wudao Bachongjing realm.

  "I'm selling... stop hitting me, I'm selling..." The people on the ground groaned painfully.

  "Ah——"

  The third master stepped down heavily and shouted: "I don't want to buy it now, you damn it, not drinking the toast but eating the penalty wine, I'm going to rob it now."

  Immediately, the three bosses waved their hands and said: "Take everything from him and give it to me."

  The crowd rushed up in an instant, and after a moment, everything on the person's body was looted, even their clothes were stripped off, leaving only one pants.

  Fuwei Gang has a notorious reputation in this area, Qing Shui Town is just a small town, without any innate masters, while the head and second-in-command of Fuwei Gang are both high-ranking masters at the tenth level of martial arts. Therefore, Fuwei Gang can do whatever they want in this area, with basically no one able to control them.

  Like Qing Shui Town, the Divine Knife Dynasty has no less than 8,000 people. Although on the surface several major sects occupy the Divine Knife Dynasty, in secret, small forces are complex and numerous like cow hair. Like Fu Wei Gang, such a small gang, it's unknown how many there are, and they can't be managed.

  These small gangs basically won't be enemies with the big sects, they survive in the gaps, one is destroyed and another will appear soon, so as long as there are no direct interests with the sect, the big sects also only turn a blind eye to these small gangs.

  At the mention of the three words "Fu Wei Gang", the people on the street who were watching the commotion had already scattered in all directions, hiding at a distance in wall corners or under windows to watch from afar. Only Xuan Tian stood ten zhang away, he wanted to head to the town's inn, but the person in front was blocking his way.

  The three masters saw Xuan Tian, and they didn't seem to be afraid of him. They furrowed their brows, thinking of scolding him for being rude, but their eyes suddenly fell on the small sword on Xuan Tian's right chest, which was the emblem of a Tianjian Sect disciple.

  The Tianjian Sect, in the Shendao Dynasty, is only second to the Shendao Gate, and sending out an inner disciple can easily uproot the Fuhui Gang, which is not something that the Fuhui Gang can afford to provoke.

  Not being an enemy of the major sects, this is the first rule of a small faction. At least, on the surface it is so. When there are conflicts of interest, small factions will always give in, because not giving in means extinction. However, as for the secret struggle for interests, no one can be sure who will win.

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