In fact, Lord Wang's talent for cultivation, while not exceptionally good, was still quite decent.
For many years, his cultivation breakthroughs have been slow, largely because he is worried about the people in the city and has to deal with the city's trivial matters, which takes up a lot of his time.
However, he couldn't bring himself to abandon the people in the city and focus solely on cultivation.
For generations, their family had been the lords of Lost Soul Town, revered and worshipped by the town's inhabitants.
He didn't know when it started, but the people in the city had become more than just subjects to him; they had become a responsibility he couldn't let go of.
Looking at the power of faith merging into the city lord, Mu Qing offered a word of advice: "Follow your heart, and things will turn around."
Mu Qing's voice, when heard by Lord Wang, was vast and ethereal, striking straight to his heart.
A moment later, Lord Wang's aura surged.
Mo Heyu smiled and said, "Congratulations, City Lord Wang. You should hurry back to your residence and go into seclusion. You are about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."
Lord Wang bid farewell to the group and left in a daze.
He hadn't made any progress in his cultivation for decades, never imagining that he would one day break through to the Nascent Soul stage.
Not long after Lord Wang left, his son Wang Fang arrived.
During this period, Wang Fang was in seclusion, breaking through to the Golden Core stage.
Before he could even feel joy upon emerging from seclusion, his personal attendant informed him of the recent troubles in Lost Soul Town.
He then hurriedly rushed towards the arena.
On the way, they bumped into Lord Wang, who was returning to his residence.
Lord Wang was overjoyed to see his son break through to the Golden Core stage.
After instructing Wang Fang to take good care of the seniors from the Tai Xuan Sword Sect who came to help, he returned to his residence with a relaxed air and went into seclusion to cultivate.
When Wang Fang arrived at the square, the people there had already gradually left.
The guards of the city lord's mansion were preparing to leave when they saw Wang Fang and came up behind him.
Looking at the few people who remained on the square, Wang Fang saw that they were all dignified and extraordinary.
He stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Junior Wang Fang greets all seniors."
Jian Wuqing: "No need for formalities."
After saying that, he turned to look at Murong Yu, his tone unusually excited: "Now that this matter is settled, fellow Daoist, would you like to have a match?"
Murong Yu: "..."
"So this cold-blooded guy wasn't joking when he said he wanted to fight."
"He had already forgotten, yet the other party still remembers so clearly," Murong Yu thought to himself.
He did indeed want to have a duel with sword cultivators from the cultivation world, so he did not refuse.
Murong Yu nodded and said, "Okay."
The two flew to the arena one after the other. After nodding to each other, they drew their respective magic swords. Neither of them used their cultivation, and they simply competed in sword techniques.
Jian Wuqing used the Ruthless Sword Technique. The Ruthless Sword, combined with the Ruthless Sword Technique, was sharp and powerful.
Murong Yu uses a sword technique he created himself, which has not yet been named.
The magic sword he used was one he had personally forged in the Azure Lemon Secret Realm.
It is a vermilion, fourth-grade, growth-type magic sword.
The forging of the magic sword involved the addition of crimson sand, meteorite iron, vermilion flower, his essence blood, and other precious auxiliary materials.
Because the magic sword was infused with his essence and blood, it was in sync with his mind, and its attacks were fierce and powerful, combining strength and gentleness.
The sharp sound of air being torn apart surrounded the two, and silver and red lights flashed on the arena. In an instant, the two had already exchanged blows thousands of times.
Apart from Mu Qing and Mo Heyu, the others watching could not see the figures in the arena, let alone the sword techniques.
When the duel ended, Ouyang Heshun, Wang Fang, and the others were still in a daze.
This was the most exciting fight they had ever seen, and also the most bewildering.
I watched it from beginning to end, but I still couldn't figure out who won or lost.
Ouyang Heshun and Wang Fang swallowed hard, feeling both admiration and shock.
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