Chapter 1360: Fall of the Curtain

Jinjing Sanren felt his vision blur, and he suddenly appeared in a verdant forest where birds sang and flowers bloomed.

As far as the eye could see, there were towering ancient trees over a hundred *zhang* tall, with lush branches and leaves. Their massive canopies blocked out much of the sunlight, and the fallen leaves on the ground were about a *chi* thick.

Birds perched on the tree trunks, singing cheerfully.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept through. Countless leaves were lifted by the gale, transforming into sharp blades that struck towards Jinjing Sanren.

Jinjing Sanren frowned. He performed a hand seal, and his Sunflare Mirror erupted with a surge of golden flames. Golden fireballs, each the size of a water vat, flew out.

*Rumble!* A series of explosive sounds rang out. Golden flames scattered, and the towering ancient trees ignited into raging infernos, burning them to ashes.

The fire quickly spread, flames soaring into the sky as one towering ancient tree after another was consumed.

In less than a quarter-hour, the area within a ten-mile radius was scorched black, and the fire continued to expand.

Just then, a fierce gale suddenly swept through.

The towering ancient trees swayed violently, and countless green leaves drifted down, transforming into sharp blades that struck at the golden flames.

After a roaring sound, the golden flames dissipated and vanished.

A dull thud echoed from the ground. Verdant saplings sprouted from beneath the earth, rapidly growing into towering trees over a hundred *zhang* tall.

Hundreds of towering ancient trees swayed violently. Countless green leaves shot forth, gathering together to form a green lotus over ten *zhang* in size. The green lotus spun rapidly, and countless green sword qi streaked out, slashing towards Jinjing Sanren.

Initially, there was just one green lotus. But soon, a second green lotus appeared, then a third, a fourth...

More green lotuses appeared high in the sky. Each green lotus spun rapidly, and countless green sword qi shot forth.

*Boom!* A series of roars resounded. The green sword qi struck the open ground, instantly blasting out a massive pit over ten *zhang* in diameter.

As the number of green lotuses increased, the attacks grew sharper. Jinjing Sanren's expression became increasingly grim. This sword array was very troublesome; if he held back any longer, his life might be in danger.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand. A palm-sized golden orb shot out. After spinning, thousands of golden rays of light burst forth, and the entire space shook violently.

"Break!" Jinjing Sanren roared, and spat a mouthful of vital blood into the Sunflare Mirror.

The Sunflare Mirror glowed with countless golden runes, unleashing a golden pillar of fire, five *zhang* in diameter, towards the ground.

*Boom!* The entire space shook violently. Soon after, Jinjing Sanren felt his vision blur, and he suddenly found himself back in reality, thousands of *zhang* high in the void.

Nine green flying swords shot off in all directions. Their blades all bore small cracks.

This set of flying swords was used by Wang Qingshan during his Core Formation stage. By the Nascent Soul stage, this set of flying swords was no longer sufficient.

Jinjing Sanren knew very well there were many reasons he was able to break Wang Qingshan's sword array. First, the quality of the flying swords used to set up the array was not very good. Second, the ancient treasure, the Golden Sun Pearl, played a crucial role. Third, Wang Qingshan had held back. If Wang Qingshan hadn't held back, breaking the array would have required much more effort.

"Fellow Daoist Jin, your profound cultivation is truly admirable. I believe we can call this a draw. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Jin?" Wang Qingshan said with a smile, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The quality of this set of flying swords was insufficient to truly defeat Jinjing Sanren. He also didn't want to make relations too strained with Jinjing Sanren.

"Alright, but this matter still needs a conclusion. How about this: let each of our sides send three Core Formation cultivators to spar. Given that spars can be unpredictable, let's send cultivators below the fourth level of Core Formation to compete!" Jinjing Sanren proposed. If they continued to fight, he might genuinely lose. By having three cultivators below the fourth level of Core Formation spar, the Wang family's puppet beasts wouldn't be able to play much of a role.

"No need for such trouble, one is enough." Wang Qingshan smiled faintly. Wang Changjie cultivated an Earth-grade cultivation technique, and Wang Qingshan had guided Wang Changjie for some time, considering this an opportunity for experience.

Jinjing Sanren thought for a moment and nodded. "Very well, one it is. Ruoying, you shall spar with Fellow Daoist Wang's junior."

A young maiden in a blue palace dress flew out. Her features were exquisite, and her skin was as fair as snow. There was a rare heroic spirit in her brow. She possessed a Core Formation level two cultivation and carried two blue flying swords on her back.

"Uncle Changjie, you may go!" Wang Qingshan instructed.

Wang Changjie assented and flew out.

As soon as the spar began, the maiden in the blue dress shrugged her shoulders. Two blue flying swords, each about two *chi* long, shot out from their scabbards. With a gentle flick, hundreds of identical blue flying swords suddenly materialized in the void, transforming into a blue torrent rushing towards her opponent.

The blue torrent resembled a flood, producing loud roars wherever it passed.

Wang Changjie flicked his wrist, and six dazzling red lights shot out, revealed to be six red flying swords, each about three *chi* long. Their spiritual energy was astonishing.

The family possessed a cultivation technique called the Nine Revolutions God Forging Art, which could only be cultivated by consuming God Forging Pills. Wang Changjie was fortunate to be born during the family's most prosperous era, where cultivation techniques, elixirs, and magical treasures were all of the highest quality.

He was currently at Core Formation level two, yet his spiritual sense was comparable to that of a Core Formation level six cultivator. The Scarlet Flame Swords he wielded were personally refined by Wang Qingjing.

Wang Changjie performed a sword art. The six Scarlet Flame Swords instantly glowed with a burst of red light, transforming into six scarlet discs, several *zhang* in size. The scarlet discs spun rapidly, generating a powerful airflow.

With a flash of red light, each of the six scarlet discs unleashed a thick pillar of scarlet fire, striking the incoming blue flying swords. Simultaneously, the six scarlet discs transformed into six streaks of red light, striking towards her opponent.

*Boom!* After a series of resounding blasts, most of the hundreds of blue flying swords shattered. Two blue flying swords flew back to the maiden in the blue dress. The six scarlet discs, however, had already reached her.

The sound of swords humming filled the air. Countless scarlet sword qi swept forth, cleaving towards the maiden in the blue dress.

After a series of muffled crackling sounds, the maiden in the blue dress was sent flying backward. There were several nicks on the blades of her two flying swords.

The six scarlet discs spun around and continued to fly towards the maiden in the blue dress. Before they even got close, six thick beams of scarlet fire shot out, instantly engulfing the maiden's body.

"Stop! We concede!" Jinjing Sanren roared. He flicked his sleeve, and a mighty gale surged forth, scattering the flames that enveloped the maiden in the blue dress.

If the fight continued, his disciple would not have much chance of winning. There was no need to prolong it.

The Wang family cultivators were too wealthy. A Core Formation level two cultivator actually possessed a complete set of flying swords—not just two or three, but six. His disciple was clearly no match.

"Thank you for the concession, Fellow Daoist Jin."

"This old man accepts the defeat. You may proceed as you see fit." Jinjing Sanren waved his long sleeve and departed with his disciples.