131: Chapter 131 A Thought Travels the World, No Regrets in This Life!

Although Zhao Guyan's strike vaguely revealed some of the charm of the Grass Character Sword Art,

it was ultimately a cut below Su Rui's.

Very few people could perceive this.

At this moment, outside Wushuang City, whether it was the people of the Demonic Cult or the experts of Wushuang City, everyone's eyes were fixed on the clashing figure in the central clearing—Zhong Yang.

Song Yanhui's eyes were bloodshot, his knuckles turning white from gripping his sword so hard that the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

The Disciples of Wushuang City looked somber, and a sense of sorrow filled the air.

From Zhao Guyan's roar just now, everyone knew that this City Lord had already embraced a death wish, fighting with his very life.

In the midst of this dead silence, Zhao Guyan's voice actually resounded in everyone's hearts like a great bell:

“A Single Thought of Spirit Wandering, no regrets in this life!”

As the sword light fell, everyone saw the green aura, which had been evenly matched, suddenly surge, instantly forcing the dark purple domain back several yards.

But in an instant, the green glow shrank rapidly and then dissipated completely.

“Demons End the World!”

Ye Dingzhi's low shout tore through the sky.

Dark purple True Qi surged back from the sword blade, swallowing the remaining green intent in an instant.

His figure was wrapped in a thick dark purple aura, like a Devil King stepping out of the abyss.

A fierce and violent Sword Intent exploded outward.

Clang—!

A crisp sound of clashing metal echoed through heaven and earth.

Time seemed to freeze.

The tip of that remaining green sword shadow was blocked by the demonic sword in Ye Dingzhi's hand, condensed from Internal Energy, unable to advance even an inch.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, the green sword body began to crack, the fissures spreading, and then bit by bit, starting from the tip, it turned into flowing light and dissipated in the air.

Did the Cult Leader win?

This was the first thought that flashed through everyone's mind.

However, in the next instant, a faint light suddenly lit up at the tip of the demonic sword in Ye Dingzhi's hand, becoming as blazing as the sun in a flash.

Boom—!

Sword Qi soared into the sky like exploding thunder, with wild winds sweeping through, appearing as if a thousand swordsmen were simultaneously performing their life's ultimate techniques.

A terrifying wave of air swept across the battlefield, as countless chaotic Sword Qi rampaged in all directions.

The Demonic Cult army bore the brunt of it, falling in swaths.

Even the towering and sturdy walls of Wushuang City in the distance vibrated violently.

Cracks crisscrossed the wall surface, one of which was so deep the bone could be seen, actually splitting the city structure apart.

The demonic sword in Ye Dingzhi's hand shattered at the sound, and he was sent flying back hundreds of yards as if struck by a heavy blow, barely managing to steady himself.

His face was as pale as paper, and a trail of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Although he had cultivated the Void Thought Skill to the ninth level and possessed amazing recovery power,

this injury had clearly touched his foundation and could not be healed in a short time.

He looked up at the devastated battlefield after their clash, suppressing the metallic taste of blood surging in his throat.

Tyrant stared at Ye Dingzhi with a grave expression.

To actually be able to take that move head-on...

It seemed Ye Dingzhi's cultivation was indeed far above his own.

“Cult Leader!”

The experts of the Demonic Cult gathered around him.

Ye Dingzhi slowly straightened his body, his gaze falling on the sword-scarred walls of Wushuang City.

“Abandon the siege, turn the whole army, and head straight for Tianqi!”

As his voice fell, everyone's hearts shivered.

“As you command!”

The Demonic Cult never cared for faith or honor, and besides, this battle couldn't be called a defeat.

After all, Zhao Guyan's soul and body had both been extinguished.

But no one dared to disobey the Cult Leader's order.

This was because Ye Dingzhi had suppressed Heaven Beyond Heaven with absolute strength, and his unshakable majesty was already deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Tyrant narrowed his eyes.

Ye Dingzhi must be heavily injured and definitely won't recover for several months.

Unless... someone steps in to save him.

The man wearing that translucent, eerie mask flashed through his mind, and his face instantly darkened.

Atop the walls of Wushuang City, Song Yanhui finally breathed a slight sigh of relief seeing the Demonic Cult army retreat.

“Greetings, City Lord!”

Several Elders of the city walked over and bowed upon seeing Song Yanhui.

“From today onwards, close the gates and seal the city.

Wait until the war between the Demonic Cult and Northern Li is settled before discussing anything else!” Song Yanhui said in a heavy voice.

“City Lord, Northern Li is now in imminent danger. Our city has long-standing ties with the imperial family. If we stand by and watch, we may face a reckoning in the future!” the Grand Elder said to the young Song Yanhui in a heavy tone.

Hearing this, the others also stood silently, waiting for a decision.

“What Master sought all his life was to preserve Wushuang City.

Now that casualties are heavy, if we rashly join the war, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Since I am the City Lord, everything must prioritize protecting the Sect.” Song Yanhui took out the Sword Seal, his voice firm.

Seeing the seal, the Elders' expressions shook, and they all bowed to accept the order.

The Grand Elder looked at the Sword Seal, his expression instantly becoming solemn.

Though he felt unwilling, he ultimately did not object, only nodding silently.

Song Yanhui then breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After all, his seniority was currently shallow, and his cultivation was far from being as deep as that of the Elders.

Fortunately, this Sword Seal still held deterrent power—it represented the supreme authority of Wushuang City, which even the Elders did not dare to easily overstep.

He then began to deploy personnel to clean up the battlefield and prepare for the funeral of his Master, Zhao Guyan.

Reasonably, when a City Lord falls, various parties should be widely invited to offer condolences.

But with the current turbulent situation, everything had to be kept simple.

A few days later, the Mohist group traveled without stopping, rushing day and night without the slightest negligence.

However, upon arriving outside Wushuang City and seeing the tightly closed gates and the cracks on the walls still retaining a chilling Sword Qi, Yan Dan and the others' expressions suddenly grew heavy.

“Grand Master, it seems the battle here has already concluded.”

Master Xu stared at the Disciples patrolling back and forth on the city walls and the grimly closed gates.

“It looks like the Demonic Cult's offensive has been repelled.

One can tell how tragic that battle was just from these sword marks... It seems Wushuang City's strength is far greater than we expected.”

These words made Yan Dan startle slightly, and then a flash of joy crossed his eyes.

The stronger Wushuang City was, the better it was for them.

But when they reached the city and stated their purpose, the gates weren't even opened.

The city guards only said: Wushuang City is sealed and will not interact with the outside world for the time being.

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed.

Could it be that this journey would be in vain again?

They already had very few potential partners to choose from.

Sword Heart Tomb was unwilling to intervene, and now they couldn't even enter the gates of Wushuang City.

Could it be that this trip to Northern Li would truly yield nothing?

Not to mention they had even lost a famous sword.

A shadow cast over everyone's hearts.

After nightfall, Yan Dan quietly leaped onto the city wall and slipped into the city.

What met his eyes was a sea of plain white—the entire city was hung with white funeral banners of mourning.

This scene caused his heart to sink suddenly.

But he was still unwilling to give up just like that.

At this time, Song Yanhui was overwhelmed with work.

Compensation for fallen Disciples, settlement for families, allocation of supplies... all sorts of matters came one after another.

In the past few days, he hadn't even held his sword once.

Just as he was buried in his work, he suddenly felt a movement of Qi in the hall, and looking up abruptly, he saw a person standing right before him.

He lifted his wrist slightly, and the long sword on the nearby sword rack instantly flew into his palm.

“Who are you?”

“Grand Master of the Mohists, Yan Dan.”

This time, Yan Dan did not hide, directly taking off his bamboo hat to show his sincerity.

“The Mohists?” Song Yanhui frowned slightly. “Did I not already order the city sealed? Wushuang City will not discuss any external affairs at this moment!”

“But can you truly be content with this?” Yan Dan spoke in a deep voice. “The city is draped in white, your Revered Master is newly deceased, and the Demonic Cult is still rampaging in Northern Li—does the City Lord not wish for revenge?”

“I do not.” Song Yanhui's tone was calm yet firm.

His only thought now was how to hold this city.

If it weren't for his Master fighting to the death and triggering the sword array to heavily injure the enemy, Wushuang City would have already been destroyed.

How could he dare to actively provoke a powerful enemy again?

Preserving Wushuang City was his only priority at the moment.

No matter how passionately Yan Dan spoke or explained the pros and cons, Song Yanhui remained unmoved.

Even after the other party spoke until his lips were dry, he still hadn't gained a single concession.

“Wushuang City is unable to bear more conflict. You should look for someone else.

For example, Snow Moon City. There are many experts there, and in particular, there is an inconspicuous martial arts hall whose Master is unfathomable. If you can invite this person to act, all matters can be resolved.”

Hearing this, Yan Dan's gaze focused.

“There is such a person? Can you elaborate?”

He had exhausted his words but still couldn't sway Song Yanhui in the slightest, not even a hint of hesitation was shown.

He knew this path was no longer viable.

And as for a backup plan, he currently had none.

If they forcibly rushed to Tianqi to participate in the great war, he feared the Mohist elites following him would be wiped out.

While he was hesitating, one sentence from Song Yanhui made his eyes suddenly light up.

“That hall Master is hidden in a corner of Snow Moon City. He seems to have no Sect or affiliation, but in reality, his strength is divine; he is the strongest person I have ever met in my life.”

“Not only is he extraordinary himself, but his ability to nurture others is also peerless.

Previously, when I went to Snow Moon City to participate in the Martial Discussion Assembly, I actually lost to his Personal Disciple...”

At this point, Song Yanhui's tone actually revealed a bit of sincere admiration.

He was truly beaten into submission, and now speaking of that person, he was full of respect.

Yan Dan's heart moved slightly.

This person even used himself as proof, so it seemed what he said was true.

Moreover, the genuine reverence in his expression was definitely not something that could be faked.

“Does that expert have any identifying features? Or any daily hobbies?”

Yan Dan hesitated for a moment before finally asking.

“Very young, seemingly not even as old as I am, with outstanding looks and an otherworldly temperament. Once you see him, it's hard to forget.

As for hobbies... taking Disciples, specifically choosing those exceptionally gifted youths!”

Song Yanhui's eyes were dazed, and his voice was low.

The scene surfaced in his mind again—back then during the Grand Competition, Li Hanyi came out with the Cheng Ying Sword, ten thousand swords flying, Sword Qi crisscrossing; such a sight still made his heart unable to settle even now.

“I lost to a youth who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, holding the Cheng Ying Sword. I had no power to fight back at all.”

At this point, his voice carried a hint of unwillingness and yearning, and then he suddenly snapped back to his senses and fell silent.

However, after a moment of silence, his gaze shifted and landed on Yan Dan's face.

He saw the diagonal scar on Yan Dan's cheek trembling slightly.

The Cheng Ying Sword?

Yan Dan's heart sank suddenly, and a sense of unease quietly rose.

“That hall Master you mentioned... could he be a young man in his early twenties, wearing a golden crown and dressed in white?”

His voice was a bit tight.

“Eh? You've seen him? Yes, that's exactly right!”

Song Yanhui was slightly surprised, looking at him in astonishment.

Yan Dan was instantly speechless.

Such a figure had been right before their eyes, yet they hadn't noticed at all.