Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 574: You Are Alone and Without Help

This lineup, upon entering the Ancient City at the border, immediately caught the attention of the Alliance’s upper echelons.

They had only about a dozen people, and not a single Saint King among them. How were they to face the Demon Race? Were they here for a laugh?

Wu Yang Pass.

A middle-aged man clad in Golden Armor, his face filled with a stern killing intent, watched the scene unfold before him. In his sight was the group from the Wuji Sect.

At his side stood a valiant woman with a black saber hanging at her waist. She held the hilt in one hand and said, "It seems the Alliance will have to foot the bill."

The man in Golden Armor remained silent, scrutinizing the group until they reached the base of the pass. With a grand gesture, he ordered the gates to be opened.

Mo Wuwei led the team forward.

Feng spoke, "This is Wu Yang Pass, the third defensive line."

"What’s so special about it?" Jiang Ni’er asked.

"It’s responsible for command, serving as a strategic hub and a critical zone for transport," Feng glanced at her.

"Who’s in charge here?"

"The Golden Sword Lord." He pointed above.

Following his finger, everyone saw the man in Golden Armor standing impressively above. He simply stood there, silent, revealing nothing, yet everyone felt an oppressive presence that made it difficult to breathe. Very strong. At least a Saint King.

They didn’t linger, quickly entering the second checkpoint, Dawn, under Feng’s guidance.

Compared to the solemn Golden Sword Lord, the old man guarding this area seemed amiable and approachable.

Feng explained, "Elder Li Taichou from Fairy Valley, a fifth-level Saint King, also one of the decision-makers of the Alliance."

The several Saint Realm figures behind them couldn’t contain their excitement upon seeing the elder. The old Saint Realm figure felt the same and hastened to pay his respects, "Junior pays his respects to Senior."

Li Taichou smiled. "No need for formalities. You are no longer a Disciple of Fairy Valley, and I am no longer an elder of Fairy Valley."

Sighing, the former Fairy Valley Saint Realm figures felt a wave of helplessness, their noses stinging with unshed tears. The merger of Fairy Valley was beyond their control, let alone the fact that Yu Changfeng was truly still alive. For a moment, the Saint Realm figures were at a loss. They exchanged glances, all sharing the hope that Chen Pingping would also take in the Fairy Valley elders who remained here.

"Junior Mo Wuwei pays his respects to Senior," Mo Wuwei bowed.

"Junior Jiang Ni’er."

Li Taichou nodded repeatedly, but his gaze clearly paused when it fell upon Jiang Ni’er. Not a cultivator? There was not a trace of energy fluctuation about her. Even her Dantian was... silent, cracked, like a barren wasteland. He was puzzled.

Mo Wuwei noticed his expression and explained, "Jiang Ni’er, the commander of the Qingfeng lineage. She is responsible for intercepting the Demon Race army and holding them back."

His tone was very calm, yet his words left the Alliance members present in shock. An ordinary person leading the charge against the Demon Race army? Was this a joke?

Li Taichou’s face remained expressionless. "Very well," he said, his voice flat.

He had just received information not long ago that the Wuji Sect had arrived, but with only about a dozen people. He thought they would have some trump card, or that their team included some terrifying powerhouses. Unexpectedly, not even a single Saint King was present. Now, they were entrusting an ordinary young woman with the task of stopping the Demon Race.

For a moment, Li Taichou didn’t know what to say. This was perfunctory. Utterly perfunctory...

Everyone at Dawn Pass, from top to bottom, grew cold.

Li Taichou then said, "Feng, take them along!"

Feng nodded, "Yes, Lord!"

The party gradually moved further away.

Mo Wuwei sighed lightly. "It seems they really aren’t planning to make a move."

From the moment they entered the Ancient City, through the first pass and then the second, the attitudes of the defenders they met were all the same: cold, detached, as if it were none of their concern. Even that seemingly kind and amiable old man was the same.

Jiang Ni’er responded softly, "Mm-hmm. Senior Brother said not to worry about them."

Mo Wuwei sighed, feeling helpless. "Are you really sure you can handle this?"

Jiang Ni’er nodded, "I can do it."

"That’s not what I meant..." he continued. "You haven’t seen the Demon Race; you don’t know how terrifying they are. Their physical bodies are incredibly strong, difficult for ordinary weapons to pierce. Moreover, their Bloodline Power is formidable. Once unleashed, they can often defeat Human Clan cultivators of the same level, or even those stronger than themselves."

"Don’t worry!"

"SIGH. Alright then. If you need help, just ask," Mo Wuwei said.

"Probably won’t be necessary," Jiang Ni’er glanced over their group, then added, "It’s not convenient for us to take action with you all around."

Mo Wuwei was left speechless.

Lao Huang, Earth Chicken, Mao Qiu... They all possessed abilities beyond ordinary imagination. With Zi Ji added to their ranks, if commanded effectively and their talents cleverly utilized, they wouldn’t just be a match for a few Demon Race experts; they could face several powerful races without fear. On the contrary, if Mo Wuwei intervened, it would actually be difficult for them to perform well. The trump cards of the Qingfeng lineage could not be exposed.

Mo Wuwei opened his mouth slightly, lost for words. Although he was still concerned, he fell silent when he thought of Chen Pingping. He had always been a miracle.

「Thousand Cities Pass.」

Compared to Dawn Pass and Wu Yang Pass, this checkpoint was rather plain. It had no walls and, from a distance, looked more like a small town or an ordinary village. A path almost covered by yellow sand, with wild grass growing densely beside it, looked as if no one had walked there for a very long time.

The giant Thousand Cities Sword stood erect in the center of Thousand Cities Pass, over thirty meters tall and half a meter wide. Its entire body was grey-brown, devoid of any luster or aura. It looked like a mere slab of refined iron, a crude blank that had only been shaped, not truly forged.

Yet, the moment Mo Wuwei saw this giant sword, an indescribable feeling stirred in his heart, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

Jiang Ni’er, beside him, asked, "What’s wrong?"

"The Thousand Cities, the only Emperor Weapon said to have achieved Tao Verification on its own," Mo Wuwei said, his eyes sparkling. "It’s rumored that the God of the Thousand Cities Sword has already taken form and can freely leave its blade. I wonder if it’s true."

At that moment, Feng spoke up, "It’s true."

Mo Wuwei looked at him.

Feng continued, "The God of the Thousand Cities Sword has taken form and roams freely, not residing within the sword body. That’s why you can’t sense its Emperor Weapon’s oppressive might. It seems even more ordinary than a common sword."

The old Saint Realm cultivator behind them couldn’t help but interject, "HUH? In that case, isn’t this Emperor Weapon useless?"

Feng shook his head. "No, its God is always present. Although it roams the mortal world and isn’t within the sword body, the moment it senses a summons, the God will return here to merge with the blade."

The group was astonished.

"The Thousand Cities Sword has awakened five times. Three of those awakenings were autonomous, blocking the Demon Emperor’s slaughter," Feng said.

DAMN!

Mo Wuwei’s eyes widened. "Has anyone ever seen the God’s true form?"

Feng thought for a moment, then answered, "No, not once. Perhaps the God of the Thousand Cities Sword has taken the form of an animal, some inexplicable creature, or even a member of the Human Clan. Of course, you could be a possibility too."

He stared intently at Mo Wuwei. "You’re not a Sword Body, but a Sword Heart Body. Perhaps your return this time is to merge with the Thousand Cities Sword and face the Demon Emperor in a fated battle."

Mo Wuwei was rendered speechless. The entire Wuji Sect knew who he was—just an ordinary Sword Heart Body from the Heaven Martial continent. How could he possibly be an Emperor Weapon God?

Feng smiled. "Don’t be nervous, I’m just joking. The God of the Thousand Cities Sword took the form of a little girl when it manifested." As he spoke, he glanced at Zi Ji.

Jiang Ni’er rolled her eyes. "She’s not."

Feng then looked at her. "What about you?"

Jiang Ni’er was speechless. "Brother Feng, I can’t cultivate! Do you really think an Emperor Weapon God would be an ordinary person?"

HMM. Feng felt that made sense. "You’re right. So, with the Demon Emperor’s revival and the Demon Race army approaching, the Thousand Cities Sword is unlikely to awaken a sixth time. In this calamity... you stand alone and unaided."

He stopped walking, slowly revealing the truth.