I alone am the Invincible One!-Chapter 43: Conflict

After a dozen breaths, the middle-aged man in linen and the other four felt no one in the deep pit below, exchanging smiles.

"Old Chai Tou, that kid doesn’t have much ability after all."

"That’s right, no matter how strange he is, with the combined strength of us five brothers, even a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator wouldn’t dare to face us head-on. This tiny Nascent Soul Realm cultivator is just seeking death."

The few of them flattered each other.

After dozens more breaths, a cough came from the deep pit on the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough, I say, sirs, I’m not dead yet. You shouldn’t get so overconfident."

Hearing this voice, the few people who were originally chatting and laughing froze, then turned around in disbelief.

"Y-you, how are you not dead? Are you a human or a ghost?"

At this moment, the middle-aged man in linen was so shocked that his scalp tingled. He believed the kid was a bit strange when he survived his attack without a scratch, but for him to still be alive after the combined attacks of their five Spirit Severing Realm cultivators was simply unheard of.

Even someone in the same realm as them would have died under that attack.

Just as the middle-aged man in linen was thinking, Xu Changqing’s voice came out.

"Well, of course I’m human. You almost killed me just now. Luckily, I have a great treasure protecting me." Saying that, he then pulled out the Seven Star Immortal-Slaying Sword, though it had not yet been unsheathed.

When the few people saw this sword, their eyes finally revealed a glimmer of light. Before, Xu Changqing had always carried it on his back.

"Old Chai Tou, if I’m not mistaken, this is a mid-grade Spirit Sword. You use a saber. Since this sword suits me, it’s mine," a thin, middle-aged man with a mustache said.

"Xu Kun, what you’re saying isn’t quite right. I’m also a master of swords, so this Spirit Sword suits me too," another person said.

"Jitai, your swordsmanship has reached its limit. I’m relatively younger than you, so don’t I have more hope?"

...

The two of them began arguing over the Seven Star Immortal-Slaying Sword in Xu Changqing’s hand.

Xu Changqing watched this scene with relish. At such a critical moment, they were fighting among themselves, and he greatly enjoyed watching this good show.

However, under the persuasion of the other few, they stopped arguing shortly after. It was decided that after obtaining the sword, the two of them would have a match, and the winner would get to keep it.

Xu Changqing coughed.

"Have you all misunderstood? This sword was bestowed upon me by my Master. I would never lose it. You’re still talking nonsense in front of me. Are you looking for death?"

Listening to Xu Changqing’s words, the few people scoffed. Although Xu Changqing survived their four-person attack, they all believed it was due to the sword, not the strength of the person in front of them.

"Brothers, let’s quickly finish this. The news of these two possessing top-grade items will probably reach others’ ears. We need to hurry."

As he spoke, the five of them once again swung their weapons and charged towards Xu Changqing.

"Ah, why am I always the one getting hurt?"

Just like that, Xu Changqing, who had originally stood up, was once again blasted into the deep pit.

The moment Xu Changqing fell, the man with the mustache, Xu Kun, shot forward with astonishing speed.

"Xu Kun, you’re shameless." Jitai shouted.

Xu Kun’s speed was incredibly fast. In a blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Xu Changqing. His eyes glowed as he looked at the Seven Star Immortal-Slaying Sword in Xu Changqing’s hand.

"It truly is a good sword." Saying that, a pair of large hands directly grabbed towards the hilt of the Seven Star Immortal-Slaying Sword.

The moment he touched it, Xu Kun felt his hairs stand on end. It was as if the sword contained a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

This power directly transmitted through the sword, and that willpower seemed to transform into a mental force, directly pushing Xu Kun away. This was the first time he had seen such a spiritual sword, and it would be the strongest sword he would ever see in his life.

"What kind of sword is this? This is definitely not an ordinary spiritual sword; I think this sword has reached the High-Grade Spiritual Sword level."

Xu Kun muttered incessantly.

"What? A High-Grade Spiritual Sword?"

Ji Tai also rushed over at an astonishing speed, his eyes fixed on the sword in Xu Changqing’s hand.

Just then, a burst of laughter came from far away, drawing closer.

"Hahaha, it seems Demon Cloud Fortress has no one left. Five Spirit Severing Realm cultivators can’t even take down a little kid."

Upon hearing that voice, the middle-aged man in linen clothes, Xu Kun, and the other four looked up.

At this moment, a golden-haired, blue-eyed old man stood in the clouds above the sky, looking down at them.

A hint of apprehension flashed across the five men’s eyes. They recognized this person, so Old Chai Tou cupped his fists towards the old man in the sky.

"On behalf of Demon Cloud Fortress, we pay our respects to Venerable Wuneng, the leader of Black Phoenix Ridge."

The old man narrowed his eyes, looking at Old Chai Tou.

"Hmm, you still have some manners. But if your Stronghold Master Duan knew you were so polite to me, he probably wouldn’t be pleased, right?"

Old Chai Tou continued.

"Leader Venerable Wuneng, you overstate it. My Stronghold Master Duan is definitely not that kind of person."

The golden-haired old man from Black Phoenix Ridge raised his hand to interrupt Old Chai Tou.

"Alright, no need to say more. I know what kind of person that fellow named Duan is."

Then he turned his head towards Xu Changqing, a benevolent expression appearing on his face, and said to Xu Changqing.

"Little kid, how about you let this old man take a look at the sword in your arms?"

Xu Changqing was stunned. What did this old man want to do? Could it be that he also fancied the Seven Star Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand, and was just putting on an act?

"Um, old man, my sword was given to me by my master. If you want to see it, you’ll have to ask my master’s opinion first."

The golden-haired old man from Black Phoenix Ridge narrowed his eyes. This brat dared to tease him. He mustn’t think that the ordinary person not far away was his master.

Although he thought this, he still maintained a benevolent appearance.

"Little kid, aren’t you joking with this old man? Where is your master here? If you don’t have a master, I can take you as my first disciple of Black Phoenix Ridge.

You should know that I’ve never taken a disciple before. You’ve reached the fifth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm at such a young age; your talent is already top-notch, so I won’t be at a disadvantage. As long as you cultivate diligently, this Black Phoenix Ridge will be yours in the future."

These words entered the ears of the middle-aged men from Demon Cloud Fortress, making their hearts pound. The leader of Black Phoenix Ridge, Venerable Wuneng, wanted to take a disciple. In that case, the spirit stones on this young man.

Thinking of this, the few of them became even more annoyed. They had already sent word to the Stronghold Master, so why hadn’t he come out yet?

Just as the golden-haired old man was speaking, in the forest not far behind Xu Changqing, a scar-faced man and a white-robed youth appeared.

"Greetings, Leader Venerable Wuneng."

The golden-haired old man nodded at the two of them.

"Good, Black Wind, White Robe, you two did well this time. After I’m done here, I’ll reward you handsomely when we return."

The two bowed in thanks, then stood in the direction of the golden-haired old man.

"How about it, little kid, do you agree with my suggestion?"

"Old man, my master is right here. Didn’t you see that there’s someone else besides me?"

Upon hearing this, the golden-haired old man felt that the youth was truly playing tricks on him; it was simply outrageous.

"Hahaha, little kid, I’ve said all the nice words I can, but you don’t know how to appreciate it. Seeing your good talent, my original intention was to take you as a disciple, but since you don’t appreciate it, this old man doesn’t mind teaching you a lesson on behalf of your parents."

After speaking, just as the golden-haired old man from Black Phoenix Ridge was about to make his move, he was interrupted by a scornful laugh.

"Heh, Old Man Venerable Wuneng, you really know how to put on airs. I’m almost embarrassed to watch. You want something from someone but beat around the bush; I’ve truly never seen such a shameless person."

Everyone present, except for Wang Cai and Wang Yufan, looked towards the source of the voice.

A white-haired, childlike-faced old man appeared in the void.

"Greetings, Stronghold Master Duan."

The five middle-aged men in linen clothes, as well as the dozen or so people near Wang Yufan, all respectfully shouted.

The old man grunted in acknowledgement.

"Oh, isn’t this Madman Duan? Always being sarcastic, and now saying I’m putting on airs," the golden-haired old man from Black Phoenix Ridge retorted.

"I say, Venerable Wuneng, you’ve lived all these years for nothing. For a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, you talk so much nonsense. Don’t you know that talented people who haven’t grown up aren’t considered geniuses?

I heard everything clearly from the side. This kid doesn’t want to bother with you at all, so why waste your breath?"

Listening to Duan Zhe of Demon Cloud Fortress, Venerable Wuneng trembled with rage. This old fellow had always been at odds with him, and today he had taken advantage of the opportunity to outmaneuver him.

Looking at Venerable Wuneng, whose face was turning green with anger, Duan Zhe smiled triumphantly, then looked in Xu Changqing’s direction.

However, when he looked this time, he found that there was no one there.

Everyone looked at each other. Weren’t they just here? How did they run off in such a short time?

"Leader, where are they?"

Someone from Black Phoenix Ridge shouted towards a certain spot.