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The smile on the face of the female cultivator opposite him had disappeared entirely, her hand flipped, and a jade-colored bamboo flute appeared.

With a sweep of the bamboo flute, a wave of emerald green water rippled and blocked herself.

Water Pulse Technique.

This technique was adept, not just by her own spells but also with the matching Dharma artifact.

An expert’s move revealed their level.

The power of this sweep of her bamboo flute was unparalleled among the juniors in Dong Gu City.

At that moment, everyone in the great hall had different expressions and all eyes were on Zhao Minghe.

Could this sword break this defense?

Han Muye remained composed, his gaze sweeping across.

In the great hall, the Cloud Courtyard Daoist was naturally a sword cultivator and a presence of remarkable cultivation abilities, and the elder sitting opposite him was also in the Half-step Human Immortal realm.

Not only that, but among the people from Mo Chu, at least three were in the Half-step Human Immortal realm.

Mo Chu’s strength was far inferior to Heavenly Tang Empire and Mystic Qin, yet so many masters gathered in Dong Gu City might indicate something amiss.

Han Muye’s gaze swept to the rear of the Mo Chu merchant group, a flash of divine light twinkling in his eyes.

Indeed.

Among the people of Mo Chu, there was actually someone hiding their cultivation abilities, at least a powerhouse in the Late Human Immortal stage.

For the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm, such cultivation was rare.

Especially considering the current situation in the Ruins Realm, those above Human Immortal were mainly found in places like the Thirty Thousand Li Battlefield or the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.

Normally, a Human Immortal would not appear in the martial world unless necessary.

“Dang—”

A loud clang resonated through the hall.

Zhao Minghe’s three-foot-long sword pierced the light screen in front of the female cultivator.

The light screen was directly torn apart, then the sword edge pressed against the bamboo flute at the chest of the female cultivator, moving with her breath.

One sword.

Zhao Minghe slowly withdrew his sword, stating lightly, “I appreciate your concession.”

After finishing, he walked back to his seat, picked up the still spinning wine glass, and drained it in one gulp.

The Cloud Courtyard Daoist seated in the hall burst into laughter, pointed at Zhao Minghe and said, “Minghe, your Sword Dao cultivation has improved.”

Whether it has improved or not, who knows?

At this moment, the Cloud Courtyard Daoist’s remark was merely meant to show his closeness to Zhao Minghe.

Zhao Minghe stood up, clasped his hands and said, “The legacy of the Sword Pavilion is profound and extensive. There are countless strong figures like Uncle-Master Cloud Courtyard in our sect, my little skills are not worth mentioning.”

Those words were elegantly put, praising both his own sect and the Cloud Courtyard Daoist while subtly belittling the people from Mo Chu.

If you can’t handle what I consider as minor skills, then you are even less significant.

The Cloud Courtyard Daoist laughed delightedly, and the cultivators sitting in the great hall of Dong Gu City also showed a relaxed expression.

Anyway, they considered this a point reclaimed.

The female cultivator opposite slowly retracted her bamboo flute, glanced at Zhao Minghe, and turned back to her seat.

Han Muye’s eyes paused on this female cultivator for a moment, then glanced at the bamboo flute in her hand.

Cloud Courtyard Daoist picked up his wine glass and, laughing, toasted once more, immediately dispelling the earlier somber atmosphere of the hall.

The feast continued, and no further mentions of a duel came from the people of Mo Chu.

After the feast ended, Zhao Minghe and others got up to leave, Cloud Courtyard Daoist saw them off, then ordered someone to deliver a box of spiritual rocks.

It was a reward, and Zhao Minghe did not refuse.

The next day, as Han Muye and his group left Dong Gu City, they heard that the Mo Chu merchant group had left the previous night.

“Perhaps they were disheartened by the strike of Brother Minghe’s sword?” said a Sword Pavilion disciple clad in dark robes, shaking his head and chuckling.

Cultivators have their pride, last night Zhao Minghe’s sword showed Mo Chu the depth of the Sword Pavilion.

Perhaps the people from Mo Chu already deemed themselves unable to compete with Sword Pavilion, and thus left early?

Inside the carriage, a gleam of sharpness flashed in Han Muye’s eyes.

The carriage team moved on, entering the territory of Mo Chu not long after leaving Dong Gu City.

Unlike the prosperity of the Heavenly Tang Empire, Mo Chu was noticeably barren and impoverished.

There’s no helping it, constant warfare cripples flourishing.

Along the way, the merchant group encountered numerous highway robbers, among them soldiers clearly from the regular army ranks of Mo Chu.

There were even military formations laying sieges.

Fortunately, whether it was Zhao Minghe or other disciples of the Sword Pavilion, all were elites among elites.

With their combat strength, unless true powerhouses intervened, they all remained unharmed.

As for those true powerhouses, who would stoop so low to ambush on the road?

The carriage team moved forward, entering the heartland of Mo Chu.

This place was already on the edge of the East Sea.

Then, news came.

Mo Chu’s remaining forces were infighting, with the majority of the Mo Chu Imperial Clan executed, many unseen cultivators had appeared, taking control of the places where Mo Chu forces resided.

“We won’t interfere with Mo Chu’s affairs, but ahead, Lin Hai City is now managed by those unknown cultivators,” Zhao Minghe turned his head while riding the Gale Colt, his face showing a trace of gravity.

Lin Hai City is the gateway to the East Sea Immortal Island and the pathway to the Thirty Thousand Li Two Realms Battlefield.

If Lin Hai City is occupied, it will obstruct the path for many factions.

“Now it depends on the forces occupying Lin Hai City, whether they will continue to support the operations of the Two Realms Battlefield or,” Zhao Minghe’s side, a young man with a three-foot-long sword hanging by his waist turned his head, “or, they are people from the Linglong Realm.”

People from the Linglong Realm.

Everyone’s faces showed a trace of solemnity.

If the opponents are from the Linglong Realm, then this time it might be a significant problem.

“Be on guard,” Zhao Minghe glanced at the carts behind him, his voice low, “Remember our duty.”