Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 575: Scholar’s Well Observing Skill

Isolated and unsupported—these words were very apt and perfectly described the truth of the situation.

The Wuji Sect did not truly belong here. Furthermore, their conduct over the years had led to a degree of ostracism from the forces within the Southern Diaspora.

It was only due to their fear of the Wuji Sect’s strength that they dared not voice their opinions too loudly.

Now, news that Chen Pingping had slain Qin Meng, enraged the Demon Emperor, and invited calamity, led many to believe this was an opportune moment.

They could use the Demon Emperor to eliminate both the Wuji Sect and Chen Pingping.

This was especially true for the Star Sea and the Ancient Country.

The Star Sea, the Ancient Country, and the Fairy Valley—these three super-forces, as the Alliance’s upper echelons and decision-makers, could easily influence the Alliance.

Thus, the Wuji Sect’s position was completely isolated.

The young man, Feng, exhaled gently. He patted the dust from his sleeves and, half-closing his eyes, gazed at the distant giant sword in Thousand Cities, his thoughts unreadable.

At this moment, Zi Ji, who was beside him, spoke up, "You are a good person."

Feng curled his lip slightly and responded indifferently, "This is our first meeting. How can you claim I’m a good person?"

Zi Ji said earnestly, "My Senior Sister once said there are two kinds of good people. The first kind influences you or guides you toward the Righteous Path—what people usually call helping. The second kind are unrelated passersby."

"Eh?"

Now Feng was curious. "Which kind am I?"

"A passerby!" she declared solemnly.

"And why is that?"

"In this complex world, anyone who doesn’t look at you with ulterior motives is the second kind of good person: a passerby..." she explained.

"It’s not always so black and white; your assertions are incorrect," Feng shook his head, refuting her. "Your Senior Sister must be deceiving you."

"Is that so?"

Zi Ji tilted her head and asked Jiang Ni’er, "What does ’not always so black and white’ mean?"

Jiang Ni’er rolled her eyes. "It doesn’t have to be just good people or bad people; there could also be a third party."

Zi Ji then asked, "What’s a third party?"

"Look at the Thousand Cities Sword..." Jiang Ni’er said. "It has no designs on you, but... it’s not a passerby. If it were to awaken, it could very well harm you. That’s a third party."

OH! OH! OH!

So that’s how it is.

Enlightened yet not entirely comprehending, Zi Ji continued, "If the Demon Emperor comes to kill, I can protect you."

Feng: "..."

"Right, you should join the Wuji Sect!" Her lips twitched as she muttered, "You seem decent, although a bit uglier and not as handsome as Senior Brother, and your skin is darker..."

"..."

Where did this little girl come from? Does she even know how to talk?

Feng’s face darkened as he strode forward.

Zi Ji hurriedly followed. "Consider it! The benefits and compensation are quite good, you know."

The group of Wuji Sect experts remained composed; they were used to this.

Guarding Thousand Cities was the Alliance’s Seventh Regiment.

As the checkpoint closest to the Demon Race’s territory and directly facing them, the members of the Seventh Regiment were primarily required to possess great strength.

Thus, everyone here had the ability to defeat enemies of a higher cultivation level.

He Yidan was among them; she was still a junior commander.

After Feng entered Thousand Cities, he became much more silent, continuing to walk forward.

A gentle breeze rustled past, lifting clouds of yellow sand.

By a dried-up well stood a scholar of about thirty. He was dressed simply, his face resolute, his temples frosted with white, and his complexion somewhat sallow.

He gazed motionlessly into the well, as if something deep within held his attention.

The group, curious, stopped in unison.

Feng subconsciously looked back. Seeing they hadn’t followed, he returned to them and explained in a low voice, "This is the General here at Thousand Cities, the only high-ranking Alliance member not from the Southern Diaspora. He is cultivating a Divine Skill through ’Well-Gazing’."

Zi Ji cocked her head, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Well-Gazing? What a strange Divine Skill... But his cultivation level is very high; he’s already a Fourth Heaven Saint King."

"Eh?"

Feng was surprised. "How do you know?"

He and the Wuji Sect group had been observing them since they left the Ancient City.

Mo Wuwei possessed a Sword Heart Body and had decent strength, established at the Third Heaven of the Saint Realm. If he unleashed his full power, his combat strength could rise to the Fourth Heaven, and with his underlying foundations, he could likely reach the Fifth Heaven.

The only other of note was an elderly Saint Realm expert at the late-stage Seventh Heaven of the Saint Realm.

As for the two women in their group, Jiang Ni’er was an ordinary person. He had observed her repeatedly; the Dantian within the young woman was quiescent.

It wasn’t a Stealth Skill.

As for this Zi Ji, although she, like Jiang Ni’er, showed no spiritual energy fluctuations... he always felt that Zi Ji was somewhat different from the others.

Of course, this ’somewhat different’ referred to her cultivation method, not her cultivation level.

But now, Zi Ji had stated the General’s cultivation level in one breath, which surprised him.

"’Well Observing Skill!’" the elderly Saint Realm expert exclaimed in shock. "Legend says it’s a Divine Skill that penetrates illusion, allowing one to easily gaze into the depths of a person’s heart, even their Divine Soul."

"You’re well-informed," Feng smiled. "So, don’t linger here any longer."

The General had practiced Well-Gazing for many years. If his cultivation were disturbed by the Wuji Sect’s arrival, it would be a grave offense.

However...

Yet, the Scholar General happened to awaken at this very moment. It was unclear whether he had concluded his cultivation or if these few individuals had startled him.

Feng grew solemn and quickly straightened up. "Greetings, General."

"The Well Observing Skill isn’t so miraculous; it’s merely a phenomenon of a Divine Skill," the Scholar General spoke softly. Then, he looked towards Jiang Ni’er. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Jiang Ni’er’s heart trembled; she had the distinct sensation of being seen through, completely exposed.

The Scholar General spoke, "You need not be on guard. I was not looking at you, nor have I pried into your affairs."

Jiang Ni’er remained silent.

A RUSH! Sensing the Scholar General had awakened, experts from the Seventh Regiment began to arrive one after another. Soon, over a hundred had gathered.

Compared to the checkpoints at Dawn and Wu Yang, the experts stationed here seemed far less uniform, both in personnel and attire.

There were men and women, young and old, and even a few women and children...

They varied in height and build.

Their attire was even more bizarrely varied.

Some wore beast skins, some were dressed lavishly, while others were half-bare. There was simple attire and opulent robes, long skirts, and even various archaic garments from ancient times.

It was a peculiar lineup.

In contrast to this assembly, Feng suddenly seemed remarkably ordinary.

"Long time no see," the Scholar General chuckled lightly.

"General, you have been in seclusion for five years."

"General... there’s an anomaly on the Demon Race battlefield."

"From the Wuji Sect in the Southern Diaspora, a man named Chen Pingping has slain the Demon Emperor’s Son, causing unrest within the Demon Race. Now, Demon Race armies are converging. According to intelligence from the front, it’s almost certain that the converging armies are composed of the Qin Family, the Mu Clan, and the Serpent Demon Clan. Their numbers are estimated to reach over ten thousand," a middle-aged woman reported.

Ten thousand Demon Race experts were not considered a large number.

Historically, the largest wars initiated by the Demon Race have involved millions.

Only a Demon Race army exceeding one hundred thousand could be considered a war of significant scale.

Anything less than that was merely minor skirmishes...

But this time was different.

The converging Demon Race armies were composed of the three great Demon Clans of the Northern Border, so the caliber of the experts deployed was naturally higher than usual.

Fifth Order, Sixth Order, perhaps even Eighth or Ninth Order...

Imagine five hundred Ninth Order Demon Race experts, equivalent to the Human Clan’s Saint Realm experts, invading the Human Clan’s borders together.

What kind of scene would that be?

Not to mention the powerful experts backing these three clans, and the inherent strength of the Demon Race, which was several times greater than Human Clan experts of the same rank.

Therefore, this converging army of over ten thousand Demon Race members could very well escalate into a large-scale war.

Of course, this was just the beginning.

The middle-aged woman paused, then continued, "Orders from above state that this is a battle between the Wuji Sect and the Demon Race. All Alliance members within Thousand Cities are forbidden to intervene. They are to maintain a passive stance and await further orders."

As she spoke, she glanced at the dozen or so members of the Wuji Sect.

The Scholar General listened quietly.

From his left, a lavishly dressed young man scoffed disdainfully, "General, the group you see before you is from the Wuji Sect."

Just over a dozen people.

They were about to face over ten thousand powerful Demon Race warriors.

They stood no chance of victory.