101: Chapter 101: Returning to the City Walls, Everyone Gathers!

The old Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator carefully recalled the images he had just seen in his mind, and was instantly somewhat dumbfounded.

The mountain demon pot in the white-skirted woman's hand, the bright evil-suppressing mirror in the long-haired girl's hand, and the ancient moon palace mirror in the Golden Armored Deity's hand were all of Semi-Immortal Weapon quality!

As for the emerald green gourd at the waist of the youth in green, it was naturally a sword-nurturing gourd whose value was no less than a Semi-Immortal Weapon Magic Treasure!

Could it be that the mountain Cultivators of the Haoran World were all this wealthy?

Everyone has a Semi-Immortal Weapon!

Or rather, have Semi-Immortal Weapons become so worthless?

Heh, thinking that way would be a huge mistake.

One must know that even the Fu Family of Old Dragon City had only accumulated four Semi-Immortal Weapons over a thousand years!

It was at this moment.

The Golden Armored Deity's body suddenly grew to a height of a hundred zhang, and he held high the ancient moon palace mirror in his hand, blocking the path of that rainbow-like white Sword Qi!

"Rumble!"

The sound of the massive explosion could be heard clearly even by the Cultivators within the Great Wall of Sword Qi!

The blinding white light of the Sword Qi forcefully split the battlefield in two!

Yang Simu endured the stinging in his eyes and did not close them.

He came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi also to comprehend the Sword Intent and Sword Qi of different Sword Cultivators.

Furthermore, Yang Simu would head to the Wilderness World in the future to fulfill the third deal with Old Man Yang in the backyard of the Yang family pharmacy.

The more he understood these Sword Cultivators of the Wilderness Demon Clan now, the more security he would have in the future.

After the white light on the battlefield dissipated, a bottomless chasm a thousand meters long appeared on the battlefield!

Fortunately, the Golden Armored Deity completely blocked this strike.

The Jade Purity Realm Yao Race Sword Cultivator from the Wilderness World who had unleashed this fierce strike saw that his single blow had failed, and he instantly became enraged, preparing to strike again.

However, the Jade Purity Realm Sword Cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi were no slackers; someone immediately blocked the path of this Jade Purity Realm Yao Race Sword Cultivator.

Neither side needed any words; it was directly a Sword Inquiry!

The Golden Armored Deity returned rapidly, seemingly reaching out to grab a few items on the way.

He bowed slightly and said, "Is the Young Master well?"

Yang Simu smiled and patted the Golden Armored Deity's shoulder, saying with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

He couldn't help but sigh again, "It's just a pity that you've all exposed your true combat strength this time. In the future, it will be almost impossible to ambush and kill these Golden Core Stage or even Nascent Soul Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivators again!"

Hearing this, the old Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator not far away almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Since reaching the Nascent Soul Stage, he had been on the battlefield dozens of times.

Although this old Sword Cultivator had heavily injured several Wilderness Demon Clan members of the same Realm, he had never obtained the rich military merit of killing a Nascent Soul Stage Yao Race member!

At most, it could only be achieved by accumulating several smaller merits together.

After all, within the same Realm, defeating an opponent and killing an opponent are completely different concepts!

But now, this youth in green spoke of killing a Nascent Soul Stage Yao Race member as soon as he opened his mouth, and one that was a Sword Cultivator, the hardest to kill!

However... it seemed they really did do it just now.

Of course, they would definitely never have the same opportunity again!

Every Cultivator who appeared on the battlefield, especially the powerful ones, would be recorded in the registers by both the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Wilderness World.

Yang Simu saw that the old Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator was about to leave and called out with a smile:

"Senior, please wait."

The old Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator hesitated for a moment but still stopped.

Thus, everyone returned together to the wall of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

They all needed to rest and recover the Spiritual Qi in their bodies.

As for the battle that followed, as long as it wasn't too dire, someone would come to replace them immediately.

On the way back, Yang Simu introduced himself with a smile, "This Junior is from the Eastern Baoping Continent, named Yang Simu."

"These three are my maidservant, handmaiden, and guard."

"Just now, I saw Senior was about to strike; it was this Junior who abruptly stopped you."

"How about this, after the battle, this Junior treats Senior to a drink?"

"I took quite a lot of good wine from the Fu Family's Floating Mountain Immortal Ferry in Old Dragon City; it definitely won't disappoint Senior."

Hearing these words, the old Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator was incredibly shocked in his heart.

Seeing that this youth in green had such a background at such a young age, he had thought the other party was from some great Sect in the Central Divine Continent.

He never expected that Yang Simu would be from that obscure Eastern Baoping Continent!

What made the old Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator tremble even more in his heart was that when Yang Simu referred to the three people by his side, he didn't use mountain Sect terms like Enshrine, Elder, or Master!

Two Nascent Soul Stage women were this youth's maidservant and handmaiden!

Even an Upper Five Realms Golden Armored Deity was merely his guard!

These three didn't show the slightest anger at Yang Simu's words; instead, they seemed to share in the honor.

The old Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator found it unbelievable!

Fortunately, he hadn't struck just now, otherwise, he would have truly lost face!

However, thinking that he had recently even cut down on drinking to temper his Natal Flying Sword, he still accepted Yang Simu's invitation.

In the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi, there wasn't a single Sword Cultivator who didn't like to drink!

Even Chen Sanqiu, who was said to want to push down walls when drinking, and Pang Yuanji, who at most got slightly tipsy from drinking.

When you're at the table and all the Sword Cultivators around you are drinking, would you have the heart not to?

Not drinking simply wouldn't do!

The old Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator told Yang Simu that his name was Nie Yuanliang, a native Sword Cultivator of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Having struggled for over five hundred years, he had only barely reached the Nascent Soul Stage.

Yang Simu also told the old man with a smile that in the future on the battlefield, he shouldn't directly shatter the Natal Flying Swords of Yao Race Golden Core Stage or Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivators, but could bring them back to the wall to exchange for dragon-slaying stones.

Hearing this, Nie Yuanliang couldn't help but laugh out of frustration, "Kid, have you gone crazy thinking about dragon-slaying stones?"

"A Yao Race Golden Core Stage Sword Cultivator's Natal Flying Sword isn't worth many Snowflake Coins, don't you try to fool me, kid!"

Yang Simu smiled but said nothing.

However, just as everyone returned to the wall of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, they immediately noticed a large group of Sword Cultivators who had just left the battlefield gathered near a girl in green.

Everyone's eyes were burning with fervor, yet they were also trembling with fear, not daring to approach.

Because just now, a Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator saw that this girl in green was only at the Golden Core Stage and was an outsider.

He said he wanted to use his own Natal Flying Sword to first verify the authenticity of these dragon-slaying stones.

However, Wang Zhu didn't even bother to look at him properly, only granting him a single word: "Scram."

That Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator was instantly enraged and summoned his Natal Flying Sword, flying straight toward a dragon-slaying stone!

Then, without anyone seeing how the girl in green acted, the Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator, along with his Natal Flying Sword, crashed into the distant wall!

After that, who else would dare to make a move?

When Nie Yuanliang saw the sign standing next to Wang Zhu, he, who hadn't believed Yang Simu's words before, suddenly widened his eyes.

"How could I have just shattered the Natal Flying Sword of a Golden Core Stage Yao Race member?!" Nie Yuanliang shouted with a face full of regret.

At this moment, five youths approached from a distance.

As soon as Fatty Yan saw Yang Simu, he laughed loudly and rushed over:

"Brother Yang, you actually killed a Nascent Soul Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivator from the Wilderness World, that's just too fierce!"