Ritual implements?
Lin Hanshuang focused his senses and felt a sudden sinking feeling in his heart. The spiritual pressure flowing around Qin Wu was clearly above his own!
This realization was like a bucket of ice water, chilling him to the bone.
In the world of cultivation, talent is an insurmountable chasm, silently dividing cultivators into different ranks. He had seen too many people born with mediocre talent, yet through almost self-destructive hard work, day after day, year after year, they tried to compensate for their innate deficiencies with sweat. They exhausted their efforts, finally managing to climb over a hurdle, only to find in despair that those with exceptional talent not only hadn't stagnated, but had instead left them far behind at an even faster pace. This was because talented people were often equally hardworking, and perhaps even more focused.
To reach the Nascent Soul stage at the age of one hundred is no fluke. Such a person must possess both talent and diligence, neither of which can be lacking.
Qin Wu is clearly of this type.
He not only possesses enviable physical attributes, but also extraordinary perseverance and focus. A basic sword technique that others would master after practicing ten times, he could practice repeatedly hundreds of times without distraction, until every bit of force and every angle was perfected and ingrained in his very being.
Ji Yunxing delayed in the first battle, seeking a decisive victory, in order to conceal his moves and prevent his opponent from studying them. Qin Wu, on the other hand, had no need to do so.
Because his sword was so fast that even if others stared with wide eyes, they would find it difficult to catch its trajectory, let alone understand its mysteries.
For centuries, the snow-capped peaks of Cangmin Mountain have been the place where Qin Wu lingered the longest. There, the wind howled and snow fell endlessly. A solitary figure always practiced the Cangmin Sword Technique tirelessly in the snow curtain, day after day, year after year. The sword light and the snow light blended together, as if it had become an eternal and unchanging landscape of that place.
The overwhelming and uncontrollable sword intent just now was displayed so beautifully. Was it just a coincidence? Lin Hanshuang frowned, subconsciously trying to find an excuse in her mind under the guise of coincidence, attempting to label Qin Wu as a weakling who had acted by chance and had a momentary outburst, in order to maintain her shaky sense of superiority.
No, the true strength of the Cangmin Mountain disciples can only be determined in today's real battle. Without testing in actual combat, who can say for sure that this wasn't just a chance, extraordinary performance? Lin Hanshuang unconsciously swayed her folding fan, but her gaze seemed glued to Qin Wu, filled with scrutiny and a hint of unacknowledged apprehension.
At this moment, the area around Cangmin Mountain was still a mess, with disciples from many other sects lying or sitting haphazardly. Some were groaning, others were glaring angrily, clearly determined not to leave easily. They wanted Cangmin Mountain to give them an explanation, and they also wanted to take this opportunity to thoroughly humiliate this declining sect.
Yun Qian raised her eyes and glanced at the nine seats floating in the air. They were empty at the moment, as none of the sect leaders were present.
This means that for the time being, no one will step forward to mediate or uphold justice in this farce.
"Perfect." A cold glint flashed in Yun Qian's eyes. Cleaning up the trash should naturally be done before starting the real business.
She turned around, her gaze falling on the group of disciples who were still shouting. Her tone remained calm, even carrying a hint of persuasive kindness: "I'll ask you one last time, aren't you planning to leave now?"
"We won't leave!" someone immediately retorted loudly, "You Cangmin Mountain people injured someone, do you think you can just let it go like this? You must give us an explanation!"
Qin Wu's expression grew even colder, as if covered with a layer of frost. He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, his tone undisguisedly mocking: "You couldn't even dodge a mere warning sword intent?"
The cultivators had keen hearing, and these words were like an invisible slap in the face to those troublemakers.
Cangmin Mountain's attitude couldn't be clearer: not only would he not apologize, but he would also consider them weak and useless!
Sure enough, Qin Wu's words were like adding fuel to the fire, instantly igniting the already fragile self-esteem of this group of people.
"Is your Cangmin Mountain so unreasonable?"
"A sneak attack from behind, injuring someone and then trying to shirk responsibility? And you even dare to make sarcastic remarks?"
"Apologize! We must sincerely apologize!"
"Yes! We won't leave until you apologize!"
Yun Qian looked at this group of people who were like leeches, impossible to shake off, and who were trying to gain benefits through unreasonable demands. Her last bit of patience was exhausted.
Too lazy to waste any more words, she lowered her head slightly, her slender white fingers reached into the Qiankun bag at her waist, and after a brief search, took out a square object that was only the size of a palm and shimmered with a soft golden light.
She held the golden cube in her palm, looked up again, her tone still calm, yet revealing an undeniable determination: "Really not leaving?"
"We won't leave!" A disciple suddenly stood up, glaring angrily, his tone forceful. "We will not leave until you kneel down and kowtow to us to admit your mistakes!"
"Alright, alright, alright." Upon hearing this, Yun Qian smiled instead of getting angry, the curve of her lips widening as if the ice and snow were just beginning to melt. "Since that's the case, then I'll have no choice but to be impolite."
Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and pointed her fingers together. A stream of pure spiritual energy burst forth from her fingertips, like a living wisp of silk, and precisely entered the golden cube!
"Buzz—!"
A strange buzzing sound suddenly rang out!
The golden cube, which was originally only the size of a palm, suddenly burst forth with dazzling light! It expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a golden glass barrier that rose out of thin air, spreading rapidly in all directions from Yun Qian as the center!
This golden cube is a physical array crystallization that Yun Qian painstakingly improved upon several years ago, referencing the essence of the Cangmin Mountain Protective Array. She named it the "Mountain Protective Array." Normally, it can be shrunk and stored away, but when activated by Cangmin Mountain disciples using their unique spiritual power, it can be enlarged or reduced at will, forming an incomparably sturdy defensive and isolation domain.
This mountain-protecting formation is similar in function to the invisible mountain-protecting grand formation. Once activated, not even a moth could enter unless it is a disciple of Cangmin Mountain. The only difference is that the grand mountain-protecting formation is formless and intangible, while this mountain-protecting formation is a clearly visible and indestructible golden wall.
The golden barrier, as clear as glass, expanded at an astonishing speed! Wherever it passed, whether it was the wreckage of tables and chairs that had long been destroyed, or the disciples from other sects who were lying or sitting and trying to cheat, they were all pushed backward by a gentle yet irresistible force, without any room for resistance!
Before those people could even fully react to what was happening, they felt a vast and powerful force enveloping their bodies. Amidst cries of alarm, they were all pushed out of the Cangmin Mountain area, and some were even pushed off the Wuji Platform, looking utterly disheveled!
Throughout the entire process, Yun Qian simply stood quietly, her pale yellow skirt fluttering slightly in the mountain breeze, her expression serene, as if she had only done a trivial matter.
Lin Hanshuang, who witnessed the whole thing, couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly, her face filled with disbelief.
What exactly is that in her hand?
Why can such a magical and powerful effect be produced by simply inputting a wisp of spiritual energy?
Is it some kind of rare and precious magical artifact passed down from ancient times?
Not only Lin Hanshuang, but many cultivators present who noticed the commotion also showed the same shock and bewilderment on their faces.
Indeed, apart from Yun Qian and Qin Wu, no one present knew that the golden cube was a manifestation of a physical array. To them, Yun Qian had simply taken out a mysterious magical artifact and effortlessly swept away dozens of people. At this moment, they were filled with endless curiosity and speculation.
What kind of divine artifact is she holding?
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