You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

Chapter 138 Witness

"Terrible—absolutely terrifying."

Wang Qin curled up in a corner of the cabin, holding Zhang Jie tightly.

Feeling Zhang Jie's body temperature, she felt the chill that had seeped into her bones subside slightly.

When the Seven Seas Guards and the Jinghai Tiger Guards swarmed around her, she really thought she was going to die.

In terms of cultivation, she is much stronger than Zhang Jie.

But when faced with towering waves, monstrous sea monsters, and a killer whale the size of a giant sea eel lying across the surface of the sea, the sheer oppressive feeling is enough to make one breathless!

Her skills are just so-so.

Zhang Jie's voice trembled, tinged with lingering fear: "Fairy... Fairy... I thought I was going to die too. They... were so terrifying."

If the sea monster attacks, Wang Qin might be able to escape, but he has absolutely no chance of escaping!

Those enormous sea monsters, especially the tiger guard the size of a giant loach, will likely become a nightmare that haunts him for a long time to come.

"Fortunately—another immortal intervened." Zhang Jie's eyes lit up at the mention of the blind man. "That immortal is truly amazing! He must be a deity!"

The adoration in his eyes was undisguised.

In his eyes, someone like Wang Qin was already a fairy. Then the blind man who could fly to the heavens and play a tune on the calm sea was naturally an even more extraordinary deity.

"Him—" Wang Qin thought of Wu Mengsheng's terrible song and didn't know how to comment on it for a moment.

Such an existence is something even a Dragon Master would have to look up to, let alone a nobody like her.

With a hint of longing, Zhang Jie continued, "If—if I could become an apprentice of someone like that, then in the future—"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Qin suddenly pushed him away.

Wang Qin looked at him coldly, all traces of her previous tenderness gone, her tone icy as a knife: "Go."

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"If you become my junior brother and take Master Long as your master, you will enjoy long life and endless wealth and honor throughout your life."

She paused, a slight, mocking smile playing on her lips: "And to become his disciple is extremely dangerous; you might die tomorrow."

Zhang Jie was slightly taken aback, a hint of panic flashing across his face, before he realized he had said something he shouldn't have.

During this period, in order to become a cultivator and to become the Dragon Master's disciple, he carefully coaxed these two, walking on thin ice, never daring to say a single wrong word.

Unexpectedly, I couldn't help myself and blurted out the truth in my heart.

He quickly stepped forward, awkwardly offering his compliments, and uttering a few rustic yet sincere words of flattery that made people laugh.

She falls for his charms.

Zhang Jie is not good with words and can't say anything fancy or eloquent, but his simple and honest compliments, though somewhat sincere and clumsy, make her feel that he is someone she can control.

She lay down slightly on her side, letting Zhang Jie massage her legs. With her eyes closed, she slowly said, "I heard Master Long say that True Dharma cultivators are wrong and cannot be judged by common sense."

"Moreover, cultivation is extremely dangerous; one wrong move and you'll suffer a qi deviation."

"Master Long has seen too many reckless cultivators practice true techniques, only to suffer qi deviation and turn into a ball of fire, burning them completely, leaving not even ashes behind."

She opened her eyes and glanced at Zhang Jie: "They are powerful, that's why we call them the true Dharma. If they weren't powerful, they might be labeled as 'heretical and crooked'."

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Zhang Jie remained silent, keeping his head down while continuing to work on his hands.

But he was thinking about Wang Qin's words.

What is true Dharma? What is false Dharma? What are the criteria for judgment? And why are those criteria used for judgment?

Is it simply because—who is more capable?

On the boat, Wu Mengsheng heard Qi Fei say that he only had a "slight understanding" of swordsmanship, and his tone was tinged with surprise and curiosity: "Oh? Fellow Daoist also understands swordsmanship?"

He had been on the same boat with Qi Fei for many days, drinking wine and chatting about everything under the sun, telling stories and sipping tea, but he had never heard Qi Fei mention that he knew anything about swordsmanship.

Qi Fei remained silent.

He simply raised his right hand quietly, his fingertips trembled slightly, and a sword aura appeared silently, as thin as a hair.

Between "name" and "reality," the sword flashes like a stream of light.

Wu Mengsheng's expression suddenly changed.

Although he was blind, he perceived the true location of that sword strike more clearly than anyone with sight.

His lips moved slightly, uttering three words, each one seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "The Dao Name Sword!"

Before he finished speaking, an extremely sharp killing intent suddenly rose from his body.

An invisible sword aura erupted from his body. Between "name" and "reality", a sword light, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, struck Qi Fei's fleeting sword light, creating a silent collision.

Wu Mengsheng glared angrily—no, angrily toward Qi Fei—his usually calm and collected face now filled with the rage of being deceived: "You still say you're not a person of great character and great foolishness!"

He felt he had been deceived by Qi Fei. All those days of wine and tea, all those days of laughter and critiques, were they all just a pretense?

Qi Fei sighed softly, his tone calm but tinged with helplessness: "Are only your three sword sects aware of the 'Dao Ming Sword'?"

"Of course, besides the three of us, who else would—" He didn't finish his sentence, but suddenly thought of something, and the killing intent around him receded rapidly like a tide. He seemed to have been hit by something, and slumped back down.

"Yes—there still is." His voice lowered, tinged with a hint of melancholy, "And there's the Floating Mountain Sword Sect from a thousand years ago."

"Dao Ming Sword" is a sword technique of the Fushan Sword Sect, not the sword technique of any of the three sects.

The three schools of Daxing, Dayu, and Daxi are, in essence, just three branches that split off after the fall of the Fushan Sword School.

Qi Fei nodded and slowly said, "A long time ago, there was a place called Nanshan. There was a sword formation there. A thousand years ago, a sword cultivator from the Fushan Sword Sect came there—"

He recounted in detail how he obtained the Dao Ming Sword.

He hadn't mentioned these things to Wu Mengsheng before because he wasn't sure what kind of person Wu Mengsheng really was.

Now, he saw that Wu Mengsheng could have stood by and done nothing, or simply protected himself, but instead, he slaughtered all the sea guards and cleanly protected the entire ship.

Seeing his cold exterior but warm heart, Qi Fei decided to be honest with him.

After listening, Wu Mengsheng remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice much calmer than before, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible warmth: "So that's how it is—there's this connection."

He spoke solemnly and earnestly: "Fellow Daoist is naturally the rightful successor of the Dao Name Sword. In that case, you can serve as my witness."

Qi Fei was slightly taken aback: "What testimony?"

"The sword is a testament to the outcome."