Chapter Fifteen: The Correct Usage of Wen Bao

  Wang Lu was always a man who valued efficiency, so that afternoon he made an appointment with Wen Bao to meet at the martial arts arena on Xianyun Peak.

  The martial arts arena of the Lingyun Peak has three venues, the smallest one is located near the Tengyun Hall, it is a training place for disciples who have just joined, on one side of the flat ground, a row of red wooden men with spell enhancements are neatly stacked, monks can try out various spells they have learned on the wooden men.

  When Wang Lu arrived, Wen Bao had already been there for a long time, practicing the Xuan Tie Sword Technique in the empty field. His fat was shaking wildly and he was sweating profusely, showing how serious and dedicated he was. However, that root of burning firewood still didn't have any semblance of order, and the sword movement also lacked the forward momentum and decisive killing power that the Xuan Tie Sword should have had.

  Wang Lu looked on for a while before shaking his head: "Stop it, continuing like this is just a waste of time."

  Wen Bao frowned: "But I'm dull and untalented, if I don't work hard to practice..."

  "The route is wrong, the more knowledge you have, the more reactionary you become. You are already standing on the wrong side now, and it's natural to make more mistakes."

  "Huh?" Wen Bao was startled. "But I really did practice according to the method taught by Shixiong, and never made any changes on my own."

  "That means your senior fellow taught you wrongly, if what he taught was correct, why would you come find me?"

  Wen Bao was taken aback: "Elder brother's words also make sense, so how should I practice correctly?"

  Wang stepped forward two steps, and Ziwei's soft sword pointed at Wenbao from a distance: "Let's exchange a couple of moves first."

  Wen Bao hesitated for a moment, raised his heavy sword that resembled a fire poker, and let out a loud roar as he chopped down towards Wang Lu's head.

  Wang Lu did not dodge or evade, using his Soft Cloud Sword Art to take the attack head-on. The ten percent of Fatso's power was instantly neutralized by seven parts, and the remaining three parts, although forcing Wang Lu to retreat three steps, did not disrupt the momentum of his Soft Cloud Sword Art, nor could it cause any substantial harm to him.

  Wen Bao was not deterred, and with a swift sword strike, he aimed straight for Wang Lu's chest. Wang Lu sidestepped to block the attack, but this time he didn't retreat even half a step. With a swing of his Ziwu sword, he redirected all the force to one side, causing Wen Bao to lose his footing and stumble several steps. Wen Bao tried to turn around and strike again, but Wang Lu had lost interest.

  "Alright, do you know where you lost?"

  Wen Bao sincerely praised: "Elder brother's swordsmanship is magnificent, I can only look up to it in admiration."

  "Your skill is nothing but ordinary martial arts, yet your Xuan Tie sword technique can drive the earth element spirit, unstoppable and as stable as Mount Tai. It's a truly divine sword technique. In terms of skill, it's far superior to my Ruo Yun sword."

  "Senior brother's cultivation is profound, even among mortal martial arts..."

  "You're a Qi Refining Ninth Rank cultivator, yet you dare to boast that your Body Tempering Second Rank cultivation is profound?"

  Wen Bao was suddenly bewildered: "This..."

  "In terms of strength, you are at least ten times stronger than me. In terms of speed, we're about even. My only advantages are my calm and steady blood flow, as well as my tough bones. But we're not fighting to the death, so it's not like we'll be breaking bones or bleeding out. Moreover, you can absorb and transform the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into your own magical powers, while I don't even have a few strands of internal energy... Overall, in almost every aspect, you have the upper hand. So why did you lose?"

  Wen Bao's mouth was stuck shut: "Why?"

  "Because you're a cowardly good-for-nothing."

  "Uh..." Having received such a blunt evaluation, Wen Bao felt as if he had been force-fed a mouthful of wasabi, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

  "A useless waste like you, with nothing but a body of fat, no other sect would take in. Even if it's just a miscellaneous role, they'd still choose someone with quick hands and feet, and sharp wit. The fact that the Lingjian Sect chose you as an inner disciple shows that the elders within are unable to distinguish good from bad, and it's no wonder the sect has been declining, earning the reputation of being the most disappointing among the Five Absolutes of the Ten Thousand Immortals' Alliance. Congratulations, fatty, your existence has lowered the entire sect's standing."

  "I, I..." Although he had been subjected to all sorts of criticism over the past two years, in a sect that valued harmony and unity, Fatty had never heard someone speak such vicious words to his face! And yet, it was none other than Wang Lu, the person he most revered. For a moment, his mind went blank and he was at a loss for what to do.

  But Wang Lu's viciousness didn't stop there.

  "Fatso, if I'm not mistaken, you're the son of the Tianlan Country's Master, right? Hmph, giving birth to a useless thing like you, your dad must have had headaches for over a decade already?"

  "King Lu you!?" At the mention of his family, the fat man's whole body shook with incredulity.

  "Oh, thinking from another angle, if you're such a useless piece of trash, your dad probably isn't anything good either. Maybe he'll even be proud that this son is indeed his own flesh and blood haha!"

  "Shut up, Wang Lu!"

  "Next let's talk about your mother, oh right forgot to ask, are you born by your mother? Hahaha!"

  "That's enough!"

  Bang!

  Accompanied by Wen Bao's angry roar, the Xuan Tie sword shot out like a black lightning bolt. Wang Lu had anticipated this and retreated with his feet, holding his sword horizontally to block it. The soft purple willow sword clashed violently with the heavy Xuan Tie sword.

  The next moment, Wang Lu flew out like a sandbag.

  When he landed, Wang Lu stumbled a few steps and felt his right wrist sore and numb, almost unable to hold the sword steadily. Meanwhile, more than ten meters away, Wen Bao stared at the long sword in his hand and the crack on the stone floor - that was the residual power of the collision, it was unimaginable that he could make such a powerful sword!

  "I... " heard Bao staring blankly at Wang Lu, vaguely understanding the vicious verbal attack just now, but why?

  "Why ask why? I'd rather ask you, the disciples of Mount Tianyin, why it's been two years and you still haven't realized a simple common sense: warriors need anger!"

  Wang Lu cursed as he shook his wrist and re-gripped the soft sword, having just barely withstood a blow from Fatso. His entire right hand was numb from the shock, and Fatso's rage had brought out the full fury of his Xuan Iron Sword Technique. The innate divine power and earth-elemental spirit power were mutually stimulated, their forces acting simultaneously on both the inside and outside, increasing the destructive power several times over? In the past, when Wang Lu was berated by Wang Mingyuan, he hadn't been fazed in the slightest, but now he couldn't withstand a single blow from Fatso, showing just how powerful it was.

  On the other hand, this Wuxiang sword bone indeed has its wonderful place, and in just one breath, the residual shockwave from before was completely absorbed by the body... And according to Master's words, this eighth level of sword bone cultivation had only just begun, it's really hard to imagine what kind of incredible effect there would be if this extremely difficult pass were to be passed smoothly.

  After using Wenbao for a long time to experience and digest, the moment of containing resentment and striking with a unified sword intent was an profound experience, but wanting to recreate it again, no matter how hard one tried, couldn't be done, leaving one extremely melancholic.

  "Wang Luzhi, brother, just now that one sword... was that the true power of the Xuan Tie Sword Technique?"

  Wang Lu said, "Nonsense, or do you think that the majestic Immortal Sword Technique is as weak as the one you used earlier? The Lingjian Sect takes the sword as its name, and sword techniques are a must-have skill. Other sects like the Wanjiamen have countless magical techniques and methods, with endless variations, but our Lingjian Sect emphasizes entering the Tao through the sword, with one sword breaking all laws. Your Xuan Tie Sword has neither exquisite moves nor boundless abilities, if you want to break someone's law, you can only infinitely increase its destructive power, making it invincible... which is exactly what your previous sword was like."

  The most impressive thing is that the treasure's heart is racing and yearning, indeed, if one can master that sword, any magic would be unable to withstand it, let alone Zhu Qin who is also a 9th rank Qi Practitioner, even Yue Yun, a 6th rank cultivator, would have difficulty resisting... A single sword that can break all techniques!

  "But that one sword just now, I couldn't use it no matter what." Wen Bao sighed and then looked at Wang Lu with an expectant gaze.

  "Rubbish, I've run out of anger."

  Wen Bao was taken aback, and indeed, after that one sword strike just now, the original anger in his heart had also disappeared without a trace, and he himself could no longer wield another sword strike like that. Could it be that this Xuan Tie Sword Technique really relied on anger to drive it? No wonder for the past two years he couldn't grasp the key to it. After all, none of his senior brothers were as simple and direct as Wang Lu, directly insulting people's parents to accumulate anger...

  Wang Lu also said: "The seven emotions and six desires of the cultivator are also energy, otherwise why would it be said that cultivating the law must also cultivate the heart? Cultivating the heart is simply freely controlling emotional power. When we cultivate to the point of achieving great success in foundation building, everyone will start cultivating their hearts. Doesn't your Xianyun Peak have a Floating Immortal Heart? That's a top-notch method for cultivating the heart."

  Wen Bao suddenly enlightened, his mind cleared, and he nodded repeatedly in praise: "Brother Wang Lu, you are indeed formidable, knowing everything!"

  Wang Lu kicked it over: "You pig head don't even know your own family's affairs, do I need to tell you? Isn't this basic sect knowledge?"

  Wen Bao was kicked until his fat flesh trembled, and he cursed with a mouthful of dog's blood, but he still couldn't help feeling delighted. He thought to himself that this master of his was indeed the right one to worship! Those few senior brothers who had previously transmitted their skills hadn't even thought of this move!

  But the problem is, once you understand Wang Lu's good intentions, the same method can no longer trigger anger, no matter how he scolds, the dead fatty remains joyful and not angry at all.

  "No big deal, isn't this simple? Warriors have a universal method to accumulate rage, regardless of whether you're clever or stupid, rich or poor, healthy or sick... as long as you're not abnormal, it will definitely work."

  "What method?"

  "This..." Wang Lu stared at Wen Bao with a poker face.

  After a moment, Wen Bao was stared at by this gaze, making his heart and kidneys feel weak, and he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.

  Then Wang Lu slowly opened his mouth: "The simplest way for a warrior to accumulate anger is to get beaten up."

  "Ah?!"

  As they spoke, Wang Lu suddenly threw a punch at him!

  Hit people first hit face, anger has no limit!

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