ed his head, staring at Jiang Wang who was approaching with murderous intent. He didn't say a word, as if he had gone mad.“Where is Hu Shaomeng” Jiang Wang asked him.“Jiang Wang, you even took away my...Pure swordsmanship, life and death intertwined with a single blade.

A sword and a person together, the sword breaks, the person dies.

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The decline of swordsmanship does not mean it is not powerful.

In fact, the cultivation world is a hundred schools of thought contending. Up to now, new cultivation methods are born and innovated every day.

History itself is a process of winnowing.

Pure swordsmanship is too extreme, but it has never been truly abandoned by the cultivation world.

For example, the swordsmanship of Taoism, such as Daojian, developed based on the art of flying swords.

While retaining most of the lethality of swordplay, it incorporates the versatility and breadth of Taoist arts, simultaneously reducing the influence of the "tool" on the "life."

However, even today, with more widely accepted cultivation practices available, the pure art of flying swordsmanship still has its dedicated practitioners.

Just like the path of cultivation for ancient warriors, where blood and energy surge through their veins.

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Most cultivators in the mortal realm have already adopted the common cultivation path used throughout the world of cultivation, differing only in their cultivation philosophy and some details. Such cultivators are safer and have a better chance of growing stronger. This change is also a significant reason why military families have become one of the prominent forces in the mortal realm.

But some people still adhere to the old ways of martial cultivation, taking the perilous path of forging one's meridians with qi and blood. Just like Du Yehu.

These people who hold fast to tradition, you could say they are out of touch with the times, pedantic and stuck in their ways. You could also say that they are the inheritors of an ancient era, using their meager strength to keep alive the light of a time that may have already faded away.

They themselves don't care.

Because there are countless paths to enlightenment, they simply choose the path they want to take, and that's all.

"I found a treasure."

Jiang Wang thought to himself.

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A practitioner of swordsmanship who solely focuses on flying swords, regardless of their future prospects, possesses a killing power at present that far surpasses Zhang Hai's.

If such a person truly dedicates themselves, they would be an invaluable asset.

Of all the women Jiang Wang had met so far, Ye Qingyu and Zhu Biqiong were the two who were best protected.

They haven't experienced much of the world's hardships, and their understanding of its dangers is also vague.

The difference lies in that Ye Qingyu's father is far too powerful compared to Zhu Biqiong's elder sister.

So he could treat the entire Cloud Nation and its surroundings as his own backyard, allowing his daughter to wander freely, only giving her some life-saving treasures. Those with shortsightedness couldn't hurt his daughter, and those with foresight wouldn't dare offend him.

Therefore, Ye Qingyu's horizons were broader, her vision wider, and her actions more generous. The only thing lacking was experience between life and death. But this wasn't a problem for the master of Lingxiao Pavilion. Tailoring relevant experiences for her wouldn't be difficult at all.

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Based on previous communications with Ye Qingyu, the Lord of Lingxiao Pavilion should already be resolving this matter.

While Bamboo Su Yao tried her best to protect a small area, she could only shield her younger sister from the harsh realities of the world. This led to Bamboo Bi Qiong being naive and innocent in some ways, like a blank sheet of paper.

Thanks to the support of Dìng Hǎilóu, Zhú Bì Qióng has been able to grow to this day.

But the sect wasn't a charity, and there was fierce competition within. Zhu Biqiong, as an extraordinary cultivator herself, needed more than just the basic necessities provided by a place like the Charity Inn.

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In Jiang Wang's view, after Zhu Suyao was blocked by the Heavenly Gate, her personality changed drastically. On one hand, it was because of Hu Shaomeng's unrequited love and betrayal. On the other hand, it was also because she found it increasingly difficult to protect her younger sister, feeling hopeless about the future. All these factors led to their journey to the Secret Realm of Tianfu.

After Bamboo Su Yao's death, living in Diao Hai Lou with the innocence of Bamboo Bi Qiong would certainly not have been easy.

This kind of protection is hard to say right or wrong, at least for Jiang Wang. If possible, he would also choose to let Jiang An'an never see the darkness of the world.

But he didn't do it.

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Zhu Biqiong carried a package and was leaving. When she slipped out of the sect, she had been alone with nothing to her name.

But living with XiaoXiao for a long time, she gradually accumulated some small items. Such as small embroidered pouches, hair ribbons, and so on. XiaoXiao even sewed her a green little jacket, because she heard that ZhuBiQiong lived by the sea and thought that living next to so much water, people should be very cold.

"The beach is actually quite hot," Jiang Wang said.

He had a headache. It was understandable that Duguxiaochang, who had probably never left his county, wouldn't know about the seaside. What about Zhu Biqiong While cultivators didn't mind the heat or cold, wouldn't it be too conspicuous for her to be the only one wearing a green jacket among people in single clothes

"Ah." Xiao Xiao was a little surprised and embarrassed. As for Jiang Wang's words, she naturally believed them without a doubt.

"Does it matter if it's hot or cold" Zhu Biqing said carelessly, "As long as it looks good!"

She loved this little green jacket to death. The style is beautiful and the workmanship is exquisite.

No one can deny Xiaoxiao's talent for sewing.

“Here you go!” Zhu Biqiong took out the Fortune-Misfortune Ball and handed it to Jiang Wang: “This is the only thing valuable I have on me.”

Jiang Wang didn't accept: "What are you giving me"

"You helped me get revenge. I owe you a favor. One lucky ball isn't enough, but I'll find a way to make it up to you later." She blinked. "I, Zhu Biqiong, keep my word."

At this moment, Xiao Xiao peeked at her with a timid expression and whispered, "Sister Zhu... you said you would teach me martial arts."

Zhu Biqiong: “…"

Looking at those innocent and longing eyes, she simply couldn't say no.

"Either... or I stay for another month" she asked.

Jiang Wang glanced at Xiao Xiao with satisfaction.

This maid is indeed very sensible and easy to get along with.

As soon as he saw him coming, he understood that he wanted to keep Zhu Biqiong. He immediately seized the opportunity and tried to persuade her.

Zhu Biqing's feelings towards Xiao Xiao were sympathy and pity; she treated her like a little sister. But this young lady, Xiao Xiao, was not as innocent and simple as Zhu Biqing thought.

Even when she was first sold by her parents, XiaoXiao could no longer be considered a child. Even less so after all the things she had been through.

Ever since she started following Jiang Wang, she has been working hard to show her worth every moment, but it wasn't until now that she found the right way.

As for why he wanted to keep Zhú Bì Qióng, of course it wasn't because he had any thoughts about her. It was simply a matter of needing manpower; every bit of help was useful. Zhú Bì Qióng's mastery of illusion magic was very helpful and could deal with many situations.

Jiang Wang said to Zhu Biqiong, “The Fortune and Calamity Orb is something your elder sister left for you. I cannot take it. In my view, killing Hu Shaomeng was me fulfilling my promise to you. Between us, we owe each other nothing. You don't need to feel indebted to me.”

“If you really need to do something to feel at ease... it's simple, I'm short-handed right now. Stay and help me for half a year. I'll pay you double Zhang Hai's going rate. After six months, we're even.”

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When it came to her older sister, Zhu Biqiong truly couldn't let go of the Fuhuqiu.

Her path has always been carefully arranged by her elder sister.

Now, going back to the Haisheng Building, I'm actually quite lost.

"Zhu Bi Qiong, you're growing up so fast."

She said to herself in her heart. Looking up at Jiang Wang, she promised with the stubbornness unique to little girls: "Okay."

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Jiang Wang has never been a person who floats above the clouds.

He believes that one gets what one gives.

The Hu family mine, and even Qingyang Town, was his first plot of land.

After pest control, farmers were recruited again.

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He tried planting seeds here to see what the harvest would be like next fall.he way of a good minister! I understand your feelings, but you should not speak rashly!""Spouting nonsense Ha!" Wen Yanyue laughed angrily, flicking his sleeve and bellowing, "The State of Jing should...