“Does this count as ‘Man’s calculations are no match for Heaven’s will’?”
“I originally wanted to…” Xiao Ruofeng decided to stop hiding it at this point: “Use all the young geniuses of the Southwest Path to create some trouble for Wen Nan Tian. At the very least, we could drain some of his true qi. With us few, even if we aren't his match, we could exhaust his true qi to less than three tenths.”
“That way, tomorrow's marriage between the Gu Sword Gate and the Yan family would be safe from any mishap.”
“But now…”
Xiao Ruofeng painfully held his forehead. His plan had been half successful. All the young talents of the Southwest Path who could be named had challenged Wen Nan Tian in succession, with remarkable results.
Well, more than 90% of them were so thoroughly educated they wished they could bow down and worship him.
The rest had already developed an awestruck admiration for Wen Nan Tian.
As for how much true qi Wen Nan Tian had consumed?
Seeing him with no flush on his face, no labored breath, and a face full of spring wind, Xiao Ruofeng was truly unsure. Seven tenths? Eight tenths? Eight and a half tenths? Surely all those young talents of the Southwest Path challenging him in succession, with Wen Nan Tian constantly giving them pointers, wouldn’t have left him with no loss at all, even a tenth?
“They’re not going to be of any use. How about we go up?” Lei Meng Sha looked at the other brothers, fists clenched, a eager look on his face. Whether it was to cause trouble or to ask for guidance, only he knew.
Xiao Ruofeng, Xie Xuan, and Liu Yue exchanged glances, helplessly nodding.
“That’s all we can do. Lei Meng Sha, go!”
“Got it!”
Lei Meng Sha responded, leaping out of the crowd, clasped his hands, and announced in a loud voice: “Lei Family, Lei Meng Sha, here to seek guidance from Master Wen Nan Tian.”
“Why does that feel weird?”
Seeing Lei Meng Sha jump out, Lo Xuan looked uncertain. Mo Xiao Hei's words felt like opening the door to let a dog loose. The most important thing was that Lei Meng Sha actually jumped out.
“Haha, really?”
Mo Xiao Hei chuckled, suddenly focusing his gaze: “Don’t worry, don’t worry. Look, Lei Meng Sha is about to start.”
“Zuo Mo has too much to say, the Four Masters of the Lei Family?”
“The Eight Young Masters of Bei Li have also made their move!”
“Everyone says how powerful the Eight Young Masters of Bei Li are. Now we can finally see them.”
“He’s a disciple of the Lei Family Manor. Look at the thunder light jumping on his fingertips. Could it be the Lei Family’s Striking God Finger?”
The Southwest Path’s young talents who were surrounding Wen Nan Tian for guidance discussed, parting to make room for Wen Nan Tian and Lei Meng Sha. Each one stared intently at the two men.
“I, Lei Meng Sha, am not skilled in swordsmanship, but I have a finger technique called the Striking God Finger. Please give me your guidance.”
As Lei Meng Sha spoke, the thunder light jumping on his fingertips became even brighter, like a god of thunder commanding lightning, dazzling and awe-inspiring. It was quite impressive.
“The Lei Family Striking God Finger, one finger with three cries. But I wonder how much mastery you have in your Striking God Finger?” Wen Nan Tian, holding a peach branch, took a step forward. An irresistible gust of wind blew up Lei Meng Sha’s robes. With just that one step, Wen Nan Tian, using his Striking God Finger, caused wind and thunder to manifest on his fingers. Lei Meng Sha was immediately shocked, taking three steps backward.
Wen Nan Tian’s gaze swept over the group behind Lei Meng Sha who were watching the fight: “If you don’t all come together, you have no chance of winning against me.”
“I come to ask for guidance on the Sword Immortal’s sword. Please give me your guidance.”
Lei Meng Sha shouted, instantly striking. The first cry of the Striking God Finger was unleashed, with wind and thunder emanating from his finger, his body moving like a gust of wind, swift and decisive. To many, they could only see a flash of lightning.
However, his Striking God Finger, as swift as thunder, stopped in front of a seemingly insignificant peach branch. No matter how Lei Meng Sha’s fingertips pulsed with thunder light, he could not shake the branch even a fraction.
“He’s blocked Lei Meng Sha’s Striking God Finger with just a peach branch. He’s perhaps more terrifying than we imagined.” Xie Xuan’s expression was solemn, and he whispered in awe.
“I said, if you have any objections, you can all come at once.”
“You’re not enough on your own.”
Wen Nan Tian flicked the peach branch in his hand. Lei Meng Sha was hit as if by a heavy blow, involuntarily flying backward. After landing, he took six steps backward before finally stabilizing himself.
“I thought the Sword Immortal was just a joke. Now it seems he may be real.” Lei Meng Sha’s forehead was covered in a fine cold sweat. The Lei Family Striking God Finger, known as the number one finger technique in the world, capable of tearing apart the sky for 90,000 miles with a single finger, was like a child's plaything in front of Wen Nan Tian. Despite using all his strength, he couldn't budge the fragile peach branch.
It was understandable then, if Wen Nan Tian were serious, he feared he would be like the Gu Sword Gate, brought to his knees in a single move.
“The third cry, Striking God, I ask for your guidance again.”
Lei Meng Sha joined his index and middle fingers, even though he knew he was no match, he still felt a pang of dissatisfaction. He extended another finger toward Wen Nan Tian. He directly skipped the second finger and went straight to the strongest attack of the Striking God Finger.
The Lei Family Striking God Finger, because it was so fast, could tear apart the long wind. The sound was like the crying of ghosts and demons at night, hence the name Striking God Finger. This third finger was a fatal strike. If Lei Meng Sha’s opponent was at the self-existent realm, no one could resist it.
“Annoying!”
Wen Nan Tian listened to the thunder outside the window. He simply raised the peach branch in his hand and swung it forward. In an instant, electric sparks filled the empty room. Where the peach branch passed, one after another, peach blossoms blossomed, a fantastical image. They were sword flowers, one bloom opened, a hundred flowers bloomed, all the grass and trees withered.
Lei Meng Sha’s strike was extremely fast, the Striking God Finger tore apart the wind, but before he reached Wen Nan Tian, he was swallowed by the seemingly real, yet illusory peach blossoms.
Everyone didn’t even see what happened, when they saw Lei Meng Sha, who had used the Striking God Finger, fall to the ground.
His body was covered in peach blossoms.
“Second Brother.”
“Lei Meng Sha.”
Liu Yue and Xiao Ruofeng, along with the others, were shocked and dismayed, all dashing towards Lei Meng Sha who was lying motionless.
“Young people are so good, they just fall asleep.”
Wen Nan Tian withdrew his right hand, using the peach branch to make a sword flower. He smiled at Xiao Ruofeng and the others: “Don’t worry, he’s fine. He just fainted. If you want to wake him up, it’s simple. Just pour a cup of cold water on him and he’ll wake up.”
As soon as these words were spoken, Xiao Ruofeng and the Gu Sword Gate’s people immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Si Kong Chang Feng almost saw double. He saw Lei Meng Sha fall, and in his heart, he was shocked. His cousin clearly held a potted peach branch in his hand, yet when he made his move, peach blossoms bloomed instantly, leaving Lei Meng Sha unable to resist, knocked unconscious in a flash.
“I thought your cousin’s strength was already very strong, but I didn’t expect it to be so strong. Lei Meng Sha’s Striking God Finger is not simple, but in front of your cousin, it’s like showing off in front of an expert.” Si Kong Chang Feng said solemnly.
He could see that if Wen Nan Tian had been serious, Lei Meng Sha would have been dead right now!
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