Chapter 638: Chapter 637: The Charm of the Demon (Part 1)
Standing on the mountaintop, Shi Xiaole gazed out and saw countless uniquely shaped peaks piercing through the sea of clouds and reaching into the sky. Some were lower than the peak they were on, while others were higher.
The highest group of peaks were so lofty that even Shi Xiaole couldn’t see the top, as if they darted out into the sky.
At this moment, many peaks were already crammed with people, with masters appearing in droves every moment. Not a single one was below the Dragon Gate Realm, the clamor filling the otherwise tranquil Endless Risky Peak with a lively atmosphere.
"Look, aren’t those Wen Weijian and Ni Yihang?"
A commotion erupted at one moment.
Two middle-aged men had appeared on a peak three thousand meters high, forcing many to look up.
The man on the left had a square face and broad nose; his skinny figure exuded a restrained aura, easily drawing thoughts to the plain bamboo sword at his waist. It was unadorned, yet sheathed sharpness.
The man on the right was the exact opposite, not just in his extravagant clothing, but even his sword sheath was studded with various sized jades. He didn’t look like a martial arts master but seemed like a showy, flamboyant merchant.
However, if one truly underestimated him, his Jade Scorn Blade would teach them what ’seeking their own doom’ looked like.
The pair’s appearance was extremely recognizable, the same Wen Weijian who was ranked second on the Tian State Lords List, and Ni Yihang who was ranked third.
"Swordsman Wen, Swordsman Ni!"
The people on the nearby peaks hurriedly greeted them.
These two were invincible figures among all the lords in the Flying Horse Dynasty. If those in the False Divine Barrier Realm were excluded, no one would object if you said they were among the top five combatants below the Divine Barrier Realm.
In the eyes of the crowd, every move they made was imbued with a daunting power. It was the indomitable aura of undefeated heroes, borne out of countless battles and defeating one formidable adversary after another.
Wen Weijian was expressionless, whereas Ni Yihang responded with a smile to the people on the nearby peaks, leaving them feeling flattered.
"Are they the second and third ranked masters on the Lords List?"
Shi Xiaole looked at Qin Xiangyu.
"Right, the pair, one sword and one blade, have long held spots in the top five on the Lords List. Many believe that only when they advance to the Divine Barrier Realm will there be an opportunity for others to seize their spots. And indeed, this is the case."
As she spoke, Qin Xiangyu’s smile turned somewhat strange.
Wen Weijian and Ni Yihang, both were prodigies on the Ten Thousand Forms Stele. Even though they ranked far below her, they had practiced for a much longer time. Qin Xiangyu used to believe that for at least a few years, no one could shake their status.
Yet now, as she looked at the two people who were admired by others, then back at the unobtrusive young man in green beside her, Qin Xiangyu could only give a bitter smile.
No pain, no gain. She just wondered how many moves those two could withstand from Shi Xiaole.
"Brother Wen, Brother Ni, you’ve arrived quite early."
Half a two-hour period later, a resounding voice rang out.
It belonged to an elegant middle-aged scholar, holding a book in his hands, who appeared on another three-thousand-meter-high peak.
Seeing him, all present were taken aback.
"Fei Wenyu, Brother Fei, hello."
Ni Yihang greeted with a forced smile.
A twitch appeared at the corner of Wen Weijian’s mouth as his bamboo sword quivered slightly.
The newcomer was Fei Wenyu, ranked first on the Lords List and dubiously known as the ’Unlearned Scholar,’ who held the title of the top lord in the Flying Horse Dynasty.
It was widely believed that the skills of the top five masters on the Lords List were on par, but Fei Wenyu claimed the first position with a record slightly superior to the others, causing the other four to feel somewhat disgruntled.
So, the moment they saw him, Ni Yihang and Wen Weijian—regardless of who—were all immediately aflame with fighting spirit.
"Ha-ha, I am here this time to watch the match between the Jade Lion and Elder Xing Shuzi. I have no intention of getting involved."
Fei Wenyu, seemingly oblivious to the spirit exuded by the other two, went ahead and sat on a large stone on the peak.
Those nearby, whether or not they recognized him, quickly greeted him.
In the Martial World, power was revered. Regardless of whether Fei Wenyu truly had the number one skills, at least others in his presence had no grounds to question him.
As time went on, more and more people arrived.
Not long after, to Shi Xiaole’s surprise, he saw Ji Morou, clad in a white robe and surrounded by many young handsome men, appearing on a peak over two thousand six hundred meters high.
"It’s Fairy Ji from Pudu Peak."
Someone exclaimed.
As the heir to Pudu Peak and ranked thirty-sixth on the Ten Thousand Forms Stele, and also one of the world’s ten most beautiful women, Ji Morou’s popularity in the Martial World was extremely high—surpassing, in some ways, even the top five masters on the Lords List.
As soon as she appeared, she instantly became the center of attention amongst those present.
Her white attire was unblemished, and her figure was graceful. Holding a blue jade flute, she elegantly walked with small steps. Even though a white scarf covered the lower part of her face, her twinkling starry eyes alone were enough to steal the breaths of all, including the established veterans.
"So beautiful!"
The pretty girl next to Shi Xiaole couldn’t help but admire. Despite being a woman herself, she was dazzled by the other woman’s grace and elegance.
With the appearance of Ji Morou, many young men’s hearts started beating faster. Some were stealing glances, some were blushing, and some were hesitating, debating whether they should jump onto the mountaintop where she was.
But Ji Morou was very friendly and had a wide circle of acquaintances. To the surprise of many, she was signaling across the space to Wen Weijian and Ni Yihang, who even responded to her, as if they already knew each other.
Almost like coincidence, not long after, another group of people appeared.
In this group, there were handsome men and beautiful women, but their demeanors were greatly different from those of the Righteous Path swordsman. The looks they gave to others were full of disdain and mockery.
"The Thousand-faced Witch!"
Ji Morou looked at the girl in the black veil at the center.
The girl revealed her face this time. With her thick eyebrows, high nose, and luscious red lips, she indeed had a stunningly beautiful face. Her expression of complex joy even before she spoke gave off an evil charm that made people’s hearts pound wildly.
Hearing Ji Morou’s words, many righteously-aligned juniors manifested hostility. However, when they saw the face of the Thousand-faced Witch clearly, they became somewhat dazed and quickly averted their eyes, not daring to look again.
"You people from the Devil Path, dare to show up here as well?"
Wen Weijian said coldly.
"Missing such an exciting battle would be a pity, isn’t it? What, sir Wen, do you want to take action?"
Ren Mengzhen laughed, revealing her beautiful, flat, and snow-white teeth.
Upon hearing her words, the experts from the Devil Path beside her gathered their power one by one, with cold smiles on their faces, appearing ready for combat.
The situation at the scene immediately became tense.
Wen Weijian snorted but didn’t make a move in the end.
The woman was a saintess of the Dreamy Sect. If he made the first move, he would definitely become the target of the Dreamy Sect, making his life difficult then. Moreover, since the other party dared to show up, she must have something to rely on.
Sure enough, not long after, many more experts of the Devil Path appeared, all of them geniuses from the Six Paths of the Demon Door. They formed a faction on their own, causing many people to become extremely solemn and secretly vigilant.
Among the crowd, Shi Xiaole retracted his gaze.
He would never forget the experience when he was pursued by the two women. If it weren’t for his strong life vitality, he might’ve died under their scheme.
Now, only a year had passed, he was confident that he had the strength to crush the two women, but their past grudges would not be dissolved.
After Ji Morou and Ren Mengzhen, other acquaintances of Shi Xiaole appeared, such as Tianya Saintess Qiu Yuchu.
She was accompanied by three males, one being Wu Siming, one being Huan Yundu, and the other who looks even more handsome than Wu Siming, carrying a refined and scholarly aura.
According to Qin Xiangyu’s introduction, this person was Duanfang Xiu from the Duan Family, originally ranked fifth in the genius list but now ranked sixth.
There were also Fu Tong, Han Yang, Zuo Shaobai and other famous talents who arrived at different times, each causing a stir in the audience, big or small.
Of course, in terms of attention, they were still not as good as the Invincible Lords on the Lord’s list.
Although all of those 122 Invincible Lords, except for a few ones, were also the geniuses of the previous generation and were mostly under sixty years old.
Together with the geniuses of this generation, they made up part of the Martial World’s elite tier in recent decades. However, their strength was obviously superior and they were the ones all Lords should look up to. Every time one of them appeared, they would capture a lot of attention.
If the geniuses of this generation and the invincible lords on the Lord’s list stirred amazement in the crowd, when a young man in red appeared, the place instantly exploded.
The noisy voices, like a calm sea, gradually dissipated, until it was completely unheard.
The young man in red was walking alone, appearing on a peak 6,000 meters high. The mountain breeze slightly blew, light fog hovered around him. Just a tall silhouette looked extraordinarily imposing, as if he was a phoenix among people.
Everyone focused their eyes and looked closely; they saw that his face was fantastically handsome. They couldn’t find a single flaw no matter from which angle they looked. Even the famously handsome men like Duanfang Xiu and Wu Siming in the martial arts world fell short compared to him.
The young man in red was calm, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth. The gaze of the crowd didn’t seem to affect him at all. He seemed to be in another world, totally unaffected.
"Gui Zhihang, Mysterious Sparrow Gui Zhihang!"
Wen Weijian’s composed expression was broken, and for the first time, a thick surprise appeared on his cold face.
Being able to reach a position 6,000 meters high meant that he was a Divine Barrier Realm expert. Moreover, drenched in red clothes and possessing such perfect appearance and temperament, apart from Gui Zhihang, Wen Weijian could not think of anyone else.
But the aura of the other party was too strong. Although he didn’t leak out any aura at all, it was pressing him to the extent that he was somewhat short of breath, and even the will to fight was nearly non-existent.
This was a sign of yielding before a fight. It implied that not only the other’s strength was overwhelming but also that other aspects were crushing him, making his subconscious willing to obey.
"The Mysterious Sparrow, one of the five great monsters, has finally appeared!"
Many from the crowd who had seen Gui Zhihang before were inexplicably shocked now. The man had been away from the Martial World for a long time, but each appearance had left an unforgettable impression.
In fact, the turnout for this fight-viewing was so huge, partly because of the allure of Jade Lion and Xing Shuzi themselves, and partly because of the eminent attendees.
Especially many young people, who harbored the intention of getting a glimpse of the other few monsters and other Divine Barrier Realm experts. Now that their wishes were fulfilled, it truly did not disappoint them!
