My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 694 - 452: Better Elevate Yourself (Part 2 in 1)

"Drinking without wine is pointless..."

After a while, Chen Yi softly said, sounding like it was to ease his fear, and as he spoke, he slowly walked on.

Wu Buxu did not turn his head, still sitting motionless as if he were an ancient sword standing upright, rusted but soaked in fresh blood.

He had been trapped for decades by the Sword Pool and had faced treacherous schemes from lowly minds trying to strike fatally from behind, but their outcome... all turned into fertilizer for the mountain peak's silver grass beneath his feet, whistling in the wind, with the surrounding white-tipped grass dancing like swords aimed at the old man as if thirsting for blood.

Chen Yi moved closer and closer to Wu Buxu, the latter's head slightly lowered, as if waiting for a sword to come his way.

Whoosh.

The wine gourd tilted downward, pouring all over Wu Buxu's head.

The white hair fluttering in the wind cascaded like a waterfall, leaving Wu Buxu sitting there dumbfounded.

"Why put on the airs of a master," Chen Yi frowned and said, "drink!"

The wine poured down more and more, the white-haired old man flicked slightly, unsure if he was startled or lost in thought.

After draining the wine, Chen Yi asked, "Had enough?"

Wu Buxu still stood like an ancient sword, calmly asking, "Boy, do you want to die?"

"I don't want to die." Chen Yi inquired again, "Do you want to kill me?"

"A lifetime ago I slaughtered countless lowly people." Wu Buxu stated, "Afterward, I tried to hold back."

"How did you become less bloodthirsty?"

"They're like ants, killing too many becomes meaningless."

"Oh." Chen Yi nodded, showing he understood, then asked, "May I ask, how were you when your bloodlust was at its peak?"

He seemed to be probing for the Sword Intent of Qingxiao Swordsmanship, but Wu Buxu remained unmoved, without the slightest pretense.

"At thirty, to kill an unwise person," Wu Buxu remarked, "I ran three horses to death along the way."

"Such strong bloodlust." Chen Yi paused, continuing, "But you won't kill me."

Wu Buxu raised an eyebrow.

Chen Yi said, "You claim the Sword Dao is nothing but tomb grass, yet you patiently await great talents in three places, which means deep down you don't want to believe the Sword Dao is so worthless. Giving someone seven days means you wish to give them and yourself a chance."

The white-haired old man laughed lightly.

Chen Yi went on, "Actually, you don't want to miss any chance. Ultimately, you still believe in the sword, though you also deny it. Don't say it's because I poured wine on your head, even if I relieve myself here, you wouldn't kill me."

Wu Buxu's expression remained as still as an ancient well, yet moments later, a rustling sound came from behind him.

He suddenly shouted angrily, "You dare?!"

Hearing this, Chen Yi tightened his waistband, smiled, and sat down next to Wu Buxu, naturally throwing an arm over his shoulder.

"We are good brothers." Chen Yi held the old man's shoulder.

Dark clouds enveloped the sky, like covering a cracking sky door, Wu Buxu's face unclear as the storm approached.

"I think I have a chance to beat you," Chen Yi patted his shoulder, speaking slowly, "because being someone waiting for death is much easier than being someone trapped by it."

......

"I'll call you Brother Wu from now on. Let me say, my master is Zhou Yitang, we do have some connection."

"...Considerably."

"Brother, you've stayed here so many years, killed so many people, resentment lingers, chill penetrates the bones, is it cold during winter?"

"...Not cold."

"By the way, Brother Wu, are you single?"

"......"

"Sigh, nobody wants you, so pitiful."

After a quarter-hour, Wu Buxu's face turned grim, though he sat unmoving, the gusts on the mountain peak grew fiercer, pressing the grass to bow.

And Chen Yi kept on rambling non-stop, without a hint of impatience.

In the past when half of Jianghu was traversed, Wu Buxu had seen thick-skinned people, but one whose skin was beyond thick, this was truly a first.

Actually, there aren't few people with skin thick as heaven in the world, just some didn't have a chance before Wu Buxu killed them; some were too lowly, not visible to the now-mountainous Wu Buxu; some met disaster, only able to beg for mercy;

Chen Yi was the first to gather the right time, place, and people together.

Finally, a fierce gust suddenly swept up the mountain peak, breaking and scattering the grass, while Chen Yi, sitting beside Wu Buxu with his arm over his shoulder, was lifted by the wind.

The roaring gusts combined with the rolling thunder of the dark clouds threw Chen Yi, a mere Fourth Rank Martial Artist, clean off the mountain peak.

Chen Yi steadied himself and exhaled.

He turned around, having said everything he wanted to. This mountain of Sword Dao is truly high, finally, he could see its entirety, and Chen Yi's eyes grew slightly more serious.

With a change of mindset, the scenery seen was indeed different. The path of Sword Dao is unlike poetry, there's no saying of favoring the past over the present. Otherwise, just look at the current Jianghu, how many still mention Loulan Sword Emperor? When it comes to the killing sword, it must be the Broken Swordman; similarly, when it comes to the living sword, it must be the Sword Armor of Yin Sword Mountain. Both are great mountains of Sword Dao. However, seeing Wu Buxu now, only then did it become clear that compared to him, these two great mountains seem dwarfed, like Mount Wuyue before the Ling Mountain Buddha Kingdom. Wuyue is indeed majestic, yet when compared to the Pure Land of Ling Mountain, it falls short.

"Wu Buxu's sword is near Nirvana."

A voice suddenly sounded by Chen Yi's ear.

The shadow of a one-armed woman appeared silently beside him.

Chen Yi sighed and said, "Could you not suddenly scare me like that every time? I'm afraid you might be a ghost."

"Ha."

Zhou Yitang responded indifferently.

However, there was some truth to it, her current appearance was not unrelated to it.

She had split a wisp of her soul into Min Ning under the alias Zhu Yu, now temporarily leaving Min Ning, she manifested before Chen Yi, thus calling herself a remnant soul to Min Ning wasn't really an exaggeration.