Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me-Chapter 1748 - 1747: One from Tian Que

Boom!

The clone shattered into pieces.

Countless Heavenly Ming Beasts turned to ashes.

Wang Ye turned and walked away, leaving behind a graceful silhouette,

as the female disciple of Saintess Peak stood there bewildered.

What just happened?

Has the battle already ended?

Yes, the battle is over.

Because the terrifying pressure previously emanating from the Heavenly Ming Beasts has disappeared.

The daring woman walked forward, unharmed.

"The Heavenly Ming Beasts were defeated, we are saved!"

"What’s the name of that person, so powerful, to have defeated the Heavenly Ming Beasts!"

"It’s said he’s from Lion Peak. Who would have thought such a formidable person would emerge from there."

With the battle over, countless people came out from the brink of death to live well, their faces filled with joy.

At the same time, they were full of curiosity about Wang Ye.

More than that, they felt gratitude, for without Wang Ye, they might not have escaped this catastrophe.

Thus, many sought ways to repay Wang Ye.

Some wanted to become his disciples, thinking that with Wang Ye’s prowess, they could enhance their own abilities by becoming his student.

Others even drew a portrait of Wang Ye and placed it in their dormitory.

At this moment, their admired idol had already returned to Lion Peak.

Wang Ye sat down against an old tree, taking out a pot of wine.

He gazed at the white snow dancing in the air, feeling indescribably content.

Under the orange light, the snowflakes slowly turned golden.

"What a beautiful scenery."

Wang Ye opened the wine, letting a whiff of its aroma drift out.

He looked up and took a sip of the fine wine.

The sweet taste spread in his mouth.

So this is how wonderful the taste of wine is.

A saying goes, "True feelings emerge after drinking."

With a pot of wine down his belly.

Many figures floated through Wang Ye’s mind.

Including the gentle yet principled Ya Yun.

The obedient and well-behaved Yun’er.

...

Halfway through the wine.

A young man approached over the snow, holding a long sword.

Of course, Wang Ye noticed this young man.

He had heard of the man’s reputation.

Legend had it he was over five thousand years old, having trained on Lion Peak for five thousand years.

As for his skills, everyone could see.

In a word, lacking!

New cultivators could surpass him after just a month of practice.

Such low skills, yet he’d lived for five thousand years, which intrigued Wang Ye.

After all, normal people barely live past 120 years, and the higher a cultivator’s level, the longer their lifespan.

His skills weren’t much better than ordinary folks, yet living five thousand years was a miracle.

Wondering how he’d endured these five thousand years.

Five thousand years, training all that time to be only slightly better than ordinary people.

No, strictly speaking, some ordinary people were stronger than him.

Why are there people like this in the world?

Such foolish people?

Training for five thousand years yet still a wretch.

Wang Ye regarded Li Daoming approaching through the snow, shaking his head slightly.

Now, as the Dark Lord of Lion Peak, essentially the secret power holder,

how could he tolerate having such a wretch on his peak?

Li Daom looked at Wang Ye, feeling a twinge of excitement in his heart.

But mostly, there was sorrow.

If one were to cut open his heart, they would find a history of blood and tears.

Five thousand years, trained for five thousand years, yet his skills were so lacking.

Since Jin Pin became the Peak Master of Lion Peak, a new rule was set: any bottom-tier existence would be removed from Lion Peak.

Meaning the last place in the class would be expelled.

Li Daoming felt conflicted, having trained for five thousand years, he did not want to be expelled.

Soon if he was truly driven out of Lion Peak, what could he do?

Leaving Tianyong Mountain, he would probably end up hunting or farming like an ordinary person.

His expulsion was already inevitable, Jin Pin had originally planned to expel him immediately.

But after hearing his history of blood and tears, Jin Pin felt reluctant to do so.

But this rule was set by Wang Ye behind the scenes, and he dared not defy it, so he advised him to plead his case.

He approached Wang Ye, kneeling heavily on the ground.

"Dark Lord, please give me a chance to stay on Lion Peak."

Li Daom eyes were full of pleading.

Wang Ye took another sip of wine, his eyes spinning.

When he originally set this rule, it wasn’t to despise trash but to motivate these cultivators.

Since this person wants to stay, Wang Ye naturally won’t drive him down the mountain.

Yet he was also curious about what kind of wretch this Li Daoming truly was.

Such a wretch, a rarity seen once in ten thousand years.

"What can you do? Show me everything you’ve learned in your life, let me see."

Wang Ye’s dark eyes fixed on Li Daoming.

This?

Joy spread across Li Daom’s face.

The grand Dark Lord actually wanted to see his cultivation.

He was overjoyed.

Perhaps this was an opportunity for him.

If he could gain guidance from the Dark Lord, maybe his skills would improve rapidly.

He nodded hurriedly, then began to demonstrate the cultivation technique he had learned.

"Divine Sword Six!"

He brandished the long sword in his hand.

Wang Ye watched Li Daoming, his brows knitted tightly.

If a wretch trains diligently, they might still develop some skills, but this person had no aptitude for cultivation at all.

This person was Heaven’s Defect!

Such people had no sense and judgment for the art of cultivation.

Within him was a black hole, anything learned would fall into that black hole.

Thus, even if he trained for a billion years, it would be useless.

Wang Ye continued to watch him practice swordsmanship, his brows knitting deeper and deeper.

Not only was this person Heaven’s Defect, but also wielded the sword without any spiritual energy; his swordsmanship was exceedingly stiff.

Watching him practice swordsmanship was simply an insult to one’s eyes.

Even a three-year-old child might be three times stronger than him.

Was this really someone who had trained in swordsmanship for five thousand years?

Wang Ye continued watching him practice, feeling as if he were watching a dead man wield a sword.

Every person practicing swordsmanship must have a sword heart.

This person had no sword heart at all, even a billion years of practice would be pointless.

Wang Ye shook his head and sighed.

Seeing this, Li Daoming’s expression turned awkward.

Even the Dark Lord had abandoned me?

He hung his head, slumped his shoulders, and walked away into the distance.

Wang Ye watched his retreating figure.

Suddenly, he remembered a kind of cultivation technique.

This technique could plant a sword heart and change one’s fate against heaven’s will.

"I have a cultivation technique that can enhance your skills, are you willing to learn?"

In the vast darkness of the night, that voice spread out.

Li Daoming felt as if a spring thunder had struck his brain, and a gentle spring breeze caressed his face.

A glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

But he had trained for five thousand years without achieving anything.

He had previously received guidance from many masters, yet his power fluctuated, growing during the day, diminishing at night.

The growth and decline were such that he seemed never to have practiced at all.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

He slowly turned around.

"I am willing to learn, but can I really do it?"