Martial Cultivator

In that Divine Mountain known to very few, there was a lake. By the lake, in front of a small house, there was a little flower bed, and in the flower bed grew a single wild plant.

A woman stepped out of the house and crouched in front of the flower bed, carefully examining the wild plant.

There is no wild plant in the world that would occupy a flower bed alone, nor any wild plant that would be carefully tended.

If a wild plant truly received such treatment, then it could only mean one thing: this so-called wild plant was not really a wild plant.

In a certain legendary story, a special divine bird was thought to be an ordinary wild duck when it was young, and so it spent all its days with the other ducks. Because it looked different from the others, it was often ostracized. But as time passed, when the divine bird matured, it revealed its uniqueness and became radiant, changing everyone’s perception of it.

Yet in truth, the most important point of that story was not the later events, but the fact that the bird had always been divine. If it had not been a divine bird from the start, the later story would never have occurred.

That divine bird is like the wild plant now. If this were truly just a wild plant, it would never be treated this way.

After inspecting the so-called wild plant for a long while, the woman stood up. From the distance, a white deer slowly approached, its antlers adorned with fruits glistening with dew.

The woman reached out to take a wild fruit, opened her mouth slightly to reveal her white teeth, gently bit into the fruit, and slowly chewed.

Every movement she made was suffused with celestial grace. She looked like a divine daughter descending from the clouds.

After taking a few bites of the fruit, the woman suddenly gazed into the distance.

This woman, who had not left the Divine Mountain for who knows how many years, suddenly seemed lost in thought.

Her eyes became distant and dreamy as she stared ahead. Countless emotions flashed across those eyes in an instant, then disappeared, leaving only curiosity and anger.

“Can I take a look at the world outside?”

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Chen Chao’s piece of paper had become useless. It was his greatest trump card, and even Chen Chao believed that without it, he had no means to resist the Demon Emperor again.

But when the flower in his glabella flew out, Chen Chao was stunned.

He suddenly remembered the Divine Daughter in the Divine Mountain, the one who had not left that mountain for who knows how many years.

At that time, she realized that he had a close relationship with a certain sword cultivator. When she learned that this was the girl he liked, she gave a flower. But it was not meant for Chen Chao, it was meant for Xie Nandu.

This time, being in a rush, Chen Chao had not yet delivered it to Xie Nandu, so the flower remained with him.

He never imagined that at the most critical moment, the flower would fly out from between his brows and intercept the Demon Emperor’s strongest attack.

The boundless sword qi radiating from the flower instantly made the Demon Emperor’s imperial robe flap violently in the wind, and even the Demon Emperor, who already carried countless terrifying demonic auras, immediately grew tense again.

The Demon Emperor did not even have time to consider why Chen Chao still possessed such a technique. Faced with this sword qi, the Demon Emperor, the number one figure in the world, had to respond with full force.

In some ways, this sword qi was even more terrifying than that page of paper.

It was not that one was clearly superior to the other, it was simply that the strength of the residual aura was different.

The sword qi bloomed from the snow-white flower as if each petal contained endless sword energy. As it clashed through the wind and snow, anything that stood before it was torn apart in an instant, as fragile as paper.

Xie Nandu stood in the distance, feeling the sword qi, and remained silent for a long while.

Liu Banbi said rather angrily, “What the hell is this brat? How can he have so many means on him?!”

That sheet of paper could already briefly contend with the Demon Emperor, which in itself was extraordinary. One would think that having something like that was already remarkable. But who could have imagined that, beyond that page, Chen Chao still had a flower.

As it floated out, the sword qi it released was something even Liu Banbi could sense. It was absolutely not the kind of might a great sword immortal could wield.

The power of this single sword strike was undoubtedly above a great sword immortal. In other words, above the end of Nepenthe.

It should be noted that the strongest sword cultivator of the era was the Sword Sect’s Sect Master. To cultivate that ultimate sword, he secluded himself for years and even fought the Great Liang Emperor.

After that battle, the Sect Master’s sword reached nine-tenths perfection; the final tenth was hinted at by the Great Liang Emperor. While it offered some hope, when or if it could ever be fully comprehended remained uncertain.

But even if one could fully comprehend this tenth, it probably wouldn’t amount to much beyond this, right?

In the world, no sword cultivator would be able to remain calm upon seeing this sword qi.

The end of Nepenthe is not the highest point of the sword path; this strike belongs to a place even higher.

Even Liu Banbi was stunned at this moment.

Having cultivated the sword for many years, the marks of a scholar on Liu Banbi had long faded. More often than not, he already regarded himself simply as a sword cultivator.

On the path of a sword cultivator, he had traveled far and seen distant scenery, but this strike still shocked him deeply.

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The radiance of that sword was overwhelmingly dazzling, even causing the Demon Emperor to be momentarily distracted upon seeing it.

But soon, the Demon Emperor regained his composure and casually summoned a wave of demonic qi to intercept the strike.

At the same time, countless streams of black demonic qi burst from the large sleeves of his emperor robe.

Though this strike was above the end of Nepenthe, the Demon Emperor himself was a powerhouse beyond the end of Nepenthe and could not be easily forced back by it.

Yet when the two auras collided, the entire world seemed to tremble.

Countless snowflakes exploded outward, and under the terrifying shockwave, these snowflakes scattered in all directions, forming one snow tornado after another.

The Demon Emperor’s emperor robe flapped violently, and his towering figure appeared incomparably massive amidst the snow.

This was the aura of a powerhouse of the era, something no ordinary person could rival.

The sword qi gradually dissipated into the heavens and earth, but some of the snow returned to hover in front of the flower.

When the snow settled, a woman appeared out of nowhere, standing in place. She reached out and grasped the small white flower, gently blowing on it to remove the snowflakes.

Only after this did the woman lift her head and look at the Demon Emperor.

The Demon Emperor frowned, saying nothing, but he became cautious.

Because the Demon Emperor clearly saw the endless sword intent reflected in the woman’s eyes.