Chapter Ten: The Battle of the Wasteland

  Yang Yu Xi slept for two hours and when he woke up in a daze, the sky was already somewhat white.

  He exerted a bit of effort and felt his internal injuries improve slightly. Then, he struggled to sit up, leaning against the tree trunk to take in his surroundings.

  He is now in a position that can be said to be the center of the entire wilderness, with the most lush vegetation, so there are also the most beasts, and he was able to sleep for two hours here, which can be said to be a miracle.

  Yang Yu Xi took a few deep breaths, then applied the Yunnan Baiyao to his wound again. Another wave of pain washed over him, and he gritted his teeth to endure it, preparing to get up and head home.

  "Boom!"

  Suddenly, a loud explosion came from not far away, the blast wave rolled in, birds and beasts in the forest were startled, and there was a deep sense of foreboding.

  Yang Yu Xi was also blown over by the air flow and fell to the ground with a "thud", instantly feeling pain and convulsing in the face!

  "Damn it!" Yang Yu Xi finally couldn't help but curse out loud.

  The aftermath of the explosion finally passed, and Yang Yuxi struggled to get up. Just as he was about to leave, he seemed to feel a disturbance coming from not far away.

  "Isn't that the direction of the explosion just now?" Yang Yu Xi felt curious and thought for a moment before deciding to go take a look.

  He cautiously made his way forward, using the grass and trees as cover, he understood that if the explosion earlier was caused by these two people, then their strength was definitely not something he could contend with.

  After advancing a few hundred meters, Yang Yu Xi finally saw what had happened, and his face was immediately replaced with terror.

  In front of him, two people were standing, to be precise, floating in the air, one wearing black and the other white, each holding a sword with some kind of mysterious fluctuations emanating from them. Under their feet, what should have been a dense forest was now flattened, tree stumps lying limply on the ground.

  Yang Yu Xi swallowed his saliva, being able to hover in the air means that these two are at least at the combined truth realm, and from the aura of their confrontation, it should be far beyond the combined truth realm.

  The man in black robes had a gloomy face, his hands clasped behind him, and the hilt of his long black sword protruded from between them. He coldly opened his mouth to the man in white robes: "Rujisheng, are you certain you want to oppose me?"

  The man in white robes, Rujiaochun, looked very elegant, with a scholarly air about him. He shook his head slightly: "I am not opposing you, but rather opposing the great evil of the world, and acting for justice."

  The man in black sneered: "Don't talk about your Confucian nonsense of benevolence, righteousness and morality in front of me. In this world, the strong are respected, with power you can do anything!"

  Confucius Qiu Sheng gently stroked the sword in his hand, and as he did so, a layer of ripples like water appeared on the milky white long sword, making that inexplicable and mysterious fluctuation even more intense.

  The man in black robes saw this and his face turned grave, apparently he had a deep fear of Rujiaosheng.

  The man in black relaxed his hands, his left hand grasping the scabbard, and said in a low voice, "What do you want?"

  " I just want this Three Generations Primordial Instrument to find its true master."

  The man in black robes laughed wildly: "The true master, are you referring to yourself? Do you think that with your cultivation of one layer of the Extreme Dust Heaven, you can unleash the true power of this Three Generations Primordial Artifact?! Don't be a fool!"

  Ru Qiu Sheng fell silent for a moment before saying: "Wei Xin Hao, you are also a part of the Extreme Dust's First Heaven."

  The two were tongue-tied, not giving an inch, but Yang Yu Xi, who was watching from the side, was shocked many times. The Extreme Dust Realm was undoubtedly a distant and unattainable goal for him at this time. If someone in the Extreme Dust Realm showed even a little bit of majesty, he might die suddenly.

  Furthermore, what is the third generation of mobile phones? It can be said that Yang Yuxi only felt that she had entered a world that she originally did not understand at all.

  Yang Yu Xi carefully looked around and finally found some abnormalities on the ground, which was located at the center of the two people. There were bursts of light emanating from that place, extremely dazzling, and the strange fluctuations were much more intense than the swords held by Rong Qiu Sheng and Wei Xin Hao.

  Wei Xinhao sneered repeatedly and said: "I may not be useful, but that doesn't mean no one in the sect can use it."

  "Evil and heretical ways, you think you can obtain the Three Dynasties' primal instruments? I, Ru Qiusheng, will stop you today!"

  "What's stopping me? Just that Four Generations Originator - Autumn Cloud in your hand?" Wei Xinhao's tone was unpleasant, but the hand gripping his long sword tightened even more, and his entire aura began to surge upward. It was clear he wasn't as disdainful as he seemed on the surface.

  Confucius did not answer any more, right and wrong cannot coexist, saying more is useless.

  "Whoosh"

  Autumn clouds sword out of sheath, white clouds rising beside the sword, set off Rujia Sheng more elegant.

  Wei Xinhao let out a cold hum, and the black long sword in his hand also came out of its scabbard at the same time, enveloping the surroundings with a solemn and murderous aura.

  Ru Qiu's eyebrows slightly furrowed, staring at the black sword, he said: "The Ruyi Sword of the Nine Great Primordial Instruments will also evolve into this kind of evil sword?"

  Wei Xinhao's face was somewhat hideous, and he said: "Hmph, although it is called a Confucian sword, it does not mean that there are no evil elements in it. Every first-generation yuanqi contains all the characteristics of heaven and earth, but the most prominent characteristic of the Confucian sword is 'Confucianism'."

  "Ah, I see." Rujiaosheng nodded, his hand moving casually with the Autumn Cloud Sword, each sword flower having its own shape and texture, clear and distinct. Just from this movement, it was evident that Rujiaosheng's skill with the sword was considerable.

  As expected, Wei Xinhao's eyes narrowed and his face showed a hint of apprehension. In his mind, he began to recall the information about Rujiaoren from the Menpai.

  Ru Qiu Sheng, 24 years old this year, is the number one among the younger generation of Confucian scholars. He was also the champion of the literary examination three years ago. Not only is he exceptionally talented in literature, but his cultivation is also outstanding among his peers. At the age of nine, he achieved True Unity; at fourteen, he reached Microcosm; at twenty, he reached the peak of Microcosm; and at twenty-three, he entered the Extreme Dust Realm. He is the most valued person by all the leaders of the Confucian school today.

  Wei Xinhao himself was not an unknown figure, and at a young age, he had already made a name for himself in the demonic path. Although his learning was definitely not comparable to that of Ru Qiu Sheng, on the path of cultivation, the two were evenly matched.

  Today's battle, to some extent, also represents a confrontation between good and evil.

  Yang Yu Xi didn't dare to breathe out, he could feel his heart "thumping" non-stop, his whole body was boiling with hot blood, and his eyes stared unblinkingly at the two masters.

  Wei Xinhao made the first move, his body suddenly changing shape and reappearing above Rujiaosheng. His black long sword, Mo Chi, swung out a sheet of black light rain, carrying endless black halos that enveloped Rujiaosheng.

  Confucius Autumn's complexion did not change, the autumn cloud sword lightly shook, layer upon layer of milky white ripples spread out, revealing a strange fluctuation, which forcibly blocked Wei Xinhao's sword rain outside.

  "Unexpectedly, your grasp of 'yuan' has reached this level!" Yang Yu Xi didn't know what that fluctuation was, but Wei Xin Hao knew. This was a unique fluctuation belonging to the yuan device, profound and extreme.

  "Let me see whose autumn clouds are stronger, or whose ink teeth will win out in the end!"

  Wei Xin Hao sneered repeatedly, his hands moving rapidly as innumerable sword silhouettes filled the nine heavens and ten earths, each one containing that so-called "origin" fluctuation.

  Ru Qiu's eyes narrowed, and he said in a low voice: "The Confucian way is to cultivate one's own character, benevolence is in oneself!" Autumn Cloud Sword slanted out, the air burst with a loud noise, Autumn Cloud Sword and that vast sword shadow fiercely collided.

  Rumbling

  The explosion occurred again, affecting all directions, the tree stumps on the ground were blown to pieces, wood chips fluttered in the air, and the ground was ravaged.

  Yang Yu Xi tightly hugged an old tree and was lucky enough not to be blown away.

  The battle between the two had not ended, and at this moment, the two were fighting to a stalemate. Their silhouettes darted back and forth in mid-air at incredible speeds, with Yang Yu Xi unable to see their movements, only able to judge their positions by sound. However, just as the sounds from one side reached him, the two figures would already appear on the other side.

  The sharp sword edge is everywhere, and the trees within a few miles are all affected. The dazzling sword edge in the dark night is so brilliant that it makes the full moon in the sky lose its luster.

  After a hundred rounds of fierce battle, the two finally separated, each with wounds on their bodies and a hint of blood at the corner of their mouths.

  "Haha, you can't beat me!" Wei Xinhao's face was crazily pale, and he grinned savagely.

  Rujiaosheng gently wiped away the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, grasped the sword with both hands, and held the Autumn Cloud Sword upright in front of his chest. His entire body's true yuan surged upwards, causing the Autumn Cloud Sword to hum with energy. White clouds began to materialize on the surface of the sword, ethereal and pure. Rujiaosheng's aura grew exponentially, reaching an astonishing level in just a short while.

  Wei Xinhao's smile solidified, and the Ink Tooth Sword swung out in a full moon shape. A black arc-shaped sword edge broke through the wind, and wherever it passed, the grass and trees disappeared, revealing the yellowish-brown earth beneath.

  Confucius Autumn was ethereal and detached from the world, with the sword's edge approaching him, yet he remained as calm as water. His right middle finger lightly plucked the sword body, and the white clouds on the sword seemed to come alive, fluttering out piece by piece, surrounding him, making him appear less substantial.

  White clouds wrapped around his body, thoroughly covering him. At this time, the sword tip had arrived. However, something beyond Wei Xinhao's expectations happened. The sword tip fiercely cut through the white cloud, cutting the cloud into two halves. The cloud trembled slightly, but Rujiaosheng's figure was nowhere to be seen.

  "What's going on?!"

  Wei Xinhao was shocked and searched everywhere for Ru Qiu Sheng, but couldn't find him anywhere. He immediately set up layers of defense around himself.

  Time was running out, and just as the defense was completed, a white cloud suddenly appeared in front of Wei Xinhao. The autumn cloud sword flashed with cold light and stabbed out from within, breaking through three layers of defense.

  "How despicable!"

  Wei Xinhao swung his sword in pursuit, but only dispersed that white cloud, and couldn't touch Rujiaosheng himself at all.

  "Get out!"

  Wei Xinhao went crazy, his true yuan bursting out of his body, causing a series of continuous explosions centered around him. For a time, smoke and dust filled the air, ash flying everywhere.

  "Hum"

  Another white cloud appeared behind Wei Xinhao, and the fluctuations of "yuan" enveloped him. The autumn cloud sword stabbed out again.

  Wei Xinhao hastily turned around, barely dodging, but still got grazed on his left arm. The fluctuations of the "yuan" seeped in, instantly disrupting his true yuan.

  At this moment, Wei Xinhao's body suddenly appeared with 81 white clouds, and 81 swords stabbed out simultaneously without mercy!