Wandering Swordsman |

Seeing Yang Min's fierce offensive, the younger disciple instantly regretted his harsh words. He felt a wave of danger washing over him; this was perhaps the greatest crisis of his life. Just at the critical moment, suddenly—

A figure flashed past like lightning, blocking Yang Min and the Diancang disciples.

The newcomer was Shen Mo. He wielded the Tai'a sword, and with a powerful swing, an invisible force instantly swept across the surroundings. Yang Min's sword strike was immediately neutralized, and he was forced back several steps, his eyes filled with shock. 'This young man's skill is actually superior to mine.'

Upon seeing this, Zeng Wei's heart skipped a beat. He was about to make a move when Shen Mo's cold gaze swept over him, as if an invisible pressure was bearing down on him, causing him to involuntarily shiver. Shen Mo did not launch any further attacks, but instead said calmly, "If you don't want to die, then get lost."

Yang Min's face was ashen. Though unwilling, he knew the mysterious youth before him was far stronger than himself. If they continued fighting, he feared they would be caught off guard if others arrived. So, he gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, I will avenge this!" With that, he turned and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest. Zeng Wei followed closely behind, fleeing the scene in a disheveled state.

Shen Mo frowned slightly upon hearing this. In fact, he had originally intended to kill the two men directly, but there were five Diancang disciples present. If he displayed too much strength, it would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

Shen Mo was well aware of the dangers of the martial world, especially now that he was the Heavenly Demon God. He needed to be even more cautious, particularly in this gathering of multiple factions, where any inappropriate action could trigger a chain reaction. "It's not convenient to reveal my strength right now," Shen Mo thought to himself. "Saving people is the priority. As for them, let them run for a while."

Shen Mo quickly turned to the five poisoned Diancang disciples. He knew time was of the essence and he had to stop the poison from spreading as soon as possible. He channeled his inner energy into his palm, slowly injecting it into each disciple's body, temporarily sealing their meridians and preventing the poison from spreading further. At the same time, he whispered reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, I have temporarily controlled the poison. As long as you don't use your inner energy, you should be able to return to the temple fair."

The disciples looked at Shen Mo with gratitude, their eyes filled with reverence. The eldest disciple, in particular, felt both guilty and grateful, and said softly, "Thank you for saving us, Senior Brother. If you hadn't appeared in time, we would all be dead."

Shen Mo smiled slightly and said calmly and gently, "No need to be polite. Since you have come to Wudang, I, as a member of Wudang, will naturally protect you." Upon hearing this, the disciples assumed that Shen Mo was a true disciple of the Wudang Sect, and their respect for him increased even more.

"Brothers, you go back and report this first. They shouldn't have gone far. I'll go after them and see if I can catch up." Shen Mo's voice was steady and powerful, yet it carried an undeniable determination.

The disciples of Diancang Sect exchanged glances. Although their hearts were filled with questions, their gratitude for being saved at the brink of death led them to trust the mysterious savior before them. One of the disciples nodded in response, "Yes, senior brother. We will definitely report this matter truthfully to the sect leader. Please act with caution."

Shen Mo nodded, his gaze fixed firmly on the depths of the dense forest. However, before pursuing them, he needed to ensure the safety of these Diancang disciples. He reiterated, "Remember, never use your internal energy, otherwise the poison will continue to spread."

As the Diancang disciples gradually regained some strength, they supported each other and carefully walked back the way they came. Shen Mo took a deep breath, concentrated, and with a flash, disappeared into the forest like a ghost.

In the forest, sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows, and a gentle breeze carried a cool breeze. Shen Mo moved through the dense woods, using his demonic energy to keenly detect any movement ahead. His heart remained undisturbed, focused solely on his unwavering goal—to kill those two with his sword.

Using his incredibly fast light-footed skills, Shen Mo darted through the woods. His footsteps were so light they left almost no trace, each step seemingly on the edge of the wind, his figure closing in on his target like a phantom. In the blink of an eye, the retreating figures of the two men appeared before Shen Mo's eyes. With a leap, he instantly appeared in front of Yang Min and Zeng Wei, blocking their path.

He stood there silently, seemingly blending into his surroundings, like a silent boulder standing on a mountain path. Only his sharp eyes gleamed like cold stars, revealing an undeniable determination. His presence was like an invisible barrier, completely blocking their escape route.

Yang Min and Zeng Wei stopped abruptly, a hint of panic on their faces. Yang Min gritted his teeth and said, "You actually dared to chase after us!" His voice was filled with anger and resentment, clearly not expecting Shen Mo to catch up with them so quickly.

Zeng Wei appeared even more nervous, his gaze sweeping over Shen Mo, trying to find a flaw. "Kid, who exactly are you? Why are you meddling in other people's business?" His voice trembled slightly, and although he tried his best to hide his inner anxiety, the unease in his eyes was hard to conceal.

Shen Mo smiled coldly, as if he could see through every thought in their minds. "You've caused such a commotion in Wudang, are you just going to let you get away like this?" His tone was calm and firm, and every word was like a sharp sword, piercing straight to their hearts.

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Mo suddenly moved. His movements were as fast as lightning, and his first move was an attack on Yang Min with lightning speed. With a light wave of his right hand, a powerful surge of internal energy flowed out with the palm wind. Yang Min felt an overwhelming force rushing towards him, and before he could react, he was shaken backward, lost his footing, and finally crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

Immediately, Shen Mo turned to face Zeng Wei, launching his second attack. This time, his Tai'a sword flashed through the air like lightning, its tip precisely striking Zeng Wei's wrist. Zeng Wei felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and his weapon slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground. At the same time, Shen Mo's sword was pressed against his throat, the icy aura sending a shiver down Zeng Wei's spine.

"I was just trying not to cause any unnecessary trouble in front of those Diancang disciples," Shen Mo said in a deep and powerful voice, as if it came from the depths of an abyss.

Yang Min struggled to stand, only to find his severely injured body completely drained of strength. Zeng Wei was deathly pale, his heart filled with despair. They then realized that the mysterious young man before them was far stronger than they had imagined.