Free Web NovelChapter 1541: Chapter 1538: To Hell with Keeping a Low Profile
A sharp sword intent soared to the sky, causing both Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang’s hearts to palpitate.
Immediately, in the high sky above, a fierce flame suddenly rose within the soaring sword intent. Following this, the sky seemed to tear apart as terrifying thunderclouds rapidly gathered, rolling thunder intertwined with the flame that dyed half the sky red, perfectly blending into that ascending sword intent.
"Such... such powerful sword intent!" Qin Yanyang’s eyes were burning, his face revealing a look of shock.
Yang Fei took a deep breath, then his face lit up with joy, exclaiming excitedly, "It’s... it’s Wang Lei! It must be him, the sword intent feels so familiar!"
This was on the southern edge of Tian Nan Peak, within the peripheral area under Tian Nan Peak’s influence, where most Foundation Establishment cultivators resided.
Yang Fei remembered that Wang Lei and his wife, Qi Hongshao, lived on a hill over there called Hongxia Ridge.
"Let’s go, take a look!" Yang Fei said, pulling Qin Yanyang along.
Qin Yanyang was about to follow, but suddenly stopped, saying, "Those companions from Earth will also surely guess it’s Wang Lei, they’ll also go to congratulate him, and people from the Shang Qing Sect might go too. It’s not appropriate for me to go."
Yang Fei thought this reasonable, especially since Tong Yunshu had just made a breakthrough, so he said, "Alright then, you stay with Yun Shu, I’ll go take a look."
"Okay." Qin Yanyang nodded in agreement. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Yang Fei maneuvered his Spirit Boat, speeding quickly towards Hongxia Ridge.
Above Hongxia Ridge, Wang Lei wielded his sword single-handedly, striking at the sky above. With his mana driving it, the Thunder Blade, fused with the Flame Moon Heart Method, made yet another breakthrough, delivering a world-shattering strike that even he hadn’t anticipated.
After the experiences of Li Xuanyu, Umekawa Taro, and Sun Xingyu, Wang Lei had a thorn planted in his heart.
Recalling how his comrades who braved life and death with him were humiliated, especially how Wang Yuanxiao and his wife threatened Yang Fei, it felt like a steel nail was cruelly driven into his heart.
He couldn’t forget the sight of Li Xuanyu lying there lifeless, Umekawa Taro dying and vanishing, nor Sun Xingyu’s decision to flee the sect, fearing revenge from the family on Tianzhu Peak.
All of this was because they were not strong enough.
From that time on, Wang Lei became acutely aware that in the cultivation world, this world where the strong are revered, background, talent, and connections were all illusory.
Only strength is the real currency.
What about being Wan Daorong’s direct disciple?
Even Yang Fei, a closed-door disciple of Divinity Transformation power, was treated like fish on a chopping board by Wang Yuanxiao and his wife.
From that day forward, Wang Lei shut himself in a cave in the back mountains of Hongxia Ridge and began nearly frenzied cultivation.
The Thunder Blade takes a path of brute strength and dominance, with the blade striking as if thunder, aiming for a domineering effect of a one-hit kill.
This sword technique has a weakness: strong eruption but insufficient stamina.
Wang Chunyang had once warned Wang Lei to be cautious, for if he were to meet a cultivator of the same realm and failed to land a hit, the Thunder Blade’s excessive depletion of spiritual power would leave Wang Lei exhausts, ultimately placing himself in danger.
But Wang Lei didn’t heed his uncle’s advice.
In his view, in the duel of masters, the best outcome is a single strike determining victory or defeat, life or death.
Especially since coming to the cultivation world, he became even more steadfast in this belief.
Because at the same realm, it’s often very difficult to kill the opponent.
Wang Lei found this meaningless.
He wanted to be the type who could single-handedly kill opponents at the same realm.
Killing someone, it’s best with one blade.
So in this period, although Wang Lei also worked hard to absorb spiritual energy, steadily improving his strength, his main focus was on comprehending the Thunder Blade, striving to perfectly blend the Thunder Blade and Flame Moon Heart Method together.
The advancement of realms requires gradual progress.
But the improvement of magic and combat skills, Wang Lei believes, can accompany him for a lifetime.
Months of painstaking cultivation suddenly reached a breaking point at this moment, as Wang Lei soared into the sky, slashing towards the heavens above Hongxia Ridge, delivering a strike that shocked all of Tian Nan Peak.
Thunderclouds rolled, fiery flames surged, a terrifying sword intent tore through the void, carrying the thunder’s domineering force and the flames’ ferocity and indifference.
Wang Lei was merely at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, but this strike made even early-stage Core Formation grow fearful, and even Yang Fei, far away at Piaomiao Stream, felt a huge threat.
However, after unleashing this strike, Wang Lei instantly regretted it!
Just now, as the sword intent reached its peak, he couldn’t resist unleashing this strike.
But after the sword tore through the void, creating such a commotion, he immediately sensed countless terrifying gazes falling upon himself.
His trump card was exposed!
He felt immense regret, but it was too late now; regretting was useless.
"Junior Brother Wang Lei, was... was this strike cut by you?" A voice, both shocked and envious, came.
Wang Lei sheathed his blade, not needing to look to know it was Wang Xinjun.
This Wang Xinjun was a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, living on Xiaoqing Peak adjacent to Hongxia Ridge.
Since Wang Lei and his wife settled in Hongxia Ridge, they had become acquainted with Wang Xinjun, occasionally visiting each other.
Wang Lei didn’t conceal it, saying, "I was cultivating my sword method today and had some insight, unintentionally slashing out a strike, disturbing Brother Wang’s cultivation, I’m truly sorry."
Wang Xinjun took a deep breath, although the thunderclouds and fiery flames had disappeared, the scorched aura in the void remained, and he could still feel the terror and power of that strike.
"Junior Brother Wang, what are you saying? To witness such a terrifying sword method, I’m truly fortunate. Junior Brother Wang’s talent in swordsmanship is truly commendable." Wang Xinjun hurriedly clasped his hands and said.
Wang Lei smiled faintly.
At this moment, several cultivators from nearby peaks came to inquire about the situation. Upon learning that Wang Lei’s sword method had made another breakthrough, they were shocked and quickly expressed their congratulations.
Wang Chunyang soon arrived, followed by Ji Qingshan, Helian Rong, Monica, Pudis, Ning Shucheng, and Tang Shuwan, along with Sun Jianping.
The cultivators from the Shang Qing Sect, seeing the Earthlings arrive, quickly took their leave.
"Wang Lei, you shouldn’t have unleashed this strike; exposing your prowess is not a good idea." Wang Chunyang spoke with deep concern in his brows toward Wang Lei.
Others from Earth also nodded silently. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Ever since Umekawa Taro was killed, Li Xuanyu’s life or death became unknown, and Sun Xingyu fled the Shang Qing Sect, they’d been living cautiously and low-key.
Later when Yang Fei arrived, they thought things would get better, but the couple from Tianzhu Peak almost killed Yang Fei in front of Wan Daorong. This made everyone realize that in the Southern Domain Cultivation World, they were no different from ants in the eyes of those strong practitioners, subject to life and death.
"Uncle, I know, but just now, if this strike hadn’t been unleashed, I couldn’t have broken through, so..." Wang Lei explained.
Wang Chunyang sighed, "I see, very well, but from now on be a bit careful yourself, also try to keep a low profile in matters, avoid provoking envy."
"To hell with low profile."
At this moment, a voice suddenly emerged.
Everyone was delighted upon hearing this, turning to see Yang Fei arriving on his Spirit Boat as expected.
