With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 185 - 183: Found You!

"Today, we’ll overthrow this corrupt official’s lair, seize his wealth, and take his wife and daughters!"

"I’ve heard that Lord Pei’s wife and daughters..."

Five figures soared into the air like giant bats, blocking out the sun; they were experts in Lightweight Skill.

Each of them spoke a sentence, attempting to use their words to shatter the military array formed by Pei Xiu.

However, the fifth person’s words were abruptly cut off.

"Hmm? Old Sixth..."

The next second, blood sprayed onto another’s face.

This person’s expression was shocked; the next second, he realized something was wrong. Why did the world suddenly spin... and why was there a familiar figure...

A white figure gently landed on the ground.

Behind him, five mutilated corpses smashed to the ground. The fierce rebel army was stunned, seeing the glaring corpses before them.

Pei Min’s white robe fluttered, with rivers of blood flowing behind him, yet not a drop stained him. His treasured sword remained at his waist, never drawn.

Pei Min didn’t look at the scene behind him, instead bowing to the front.

"I am late, Father. I hope I didn’t startle you."

"Hahaha, Min’er is here! What then should I fear?"

Pei Xiu signaled his household guards and soldiers, who immediately made way, allowing father and son to meet.

Pei Xiu leaned in and whispered into Pei Min’s ear, "Take your mother and sister away..."

Pei Min calmly replied, "Why make it so troublesome?"

Pei Min turned, and in front of the original rebel army appeared three or four powerful figures.

"White-robed? Who would have thought that the noble White-clothed Sword Saint is the son of an imperial lackey."

"White-robed, do you intend to oppose the world’s righteousness for an imperial lackey?"

"Even though you are a Sword Saint, with five Martial Arts Grandmasters combined, you are still not a match."

Pei Min looked at the five figures before him, not even bothering to glance at their faces.

"Annoying."

As his words fell, a powerful Sword Intent shot skyward.

The sword light flickered.

"Slash—"

A crisp sound rang out.

Pei Min’s position had already shifted, and among the five, three were sliced in half at the waist, while the other two each lost an arm, retreating in disbelief.

The White-clothed Sword Saint... was merely an alias Pei Min used while traveling the Jianghu.

In earlier years, Pei Min concealed his identity to gather information; later, as his strength grew, he became uninterested in hiding and wandered the Jianghu without disguise, seeking more Sword Manuals and Sword Immortal information.

The White-clothed Sword Saint referred to Pei Min’s pure white attire that remained unsullied with even a drop of blood, regardless of the battles he endured.

The White-clothed Sword Saint was quite mysterious in the Jianghu, with a legendary aura.

Pei Min sheathed his longsword and gazed around.

This gaze pierced through like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the inner world of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, who groaned and fell to the ground.

Sword Dao Secret Technique: Eye Sword.

The person on the ground grew weaker, their last sight being that of another companion split in half and falling.

A white Wandering Dragon raced through the city, beheading every Martial Arts expert along its path with a single stroke.

"Who is this... who is this person..." The middle-aged man standing on the city wall watched as one strong subordinate after another perished, and finally couldn’t hold his question back, turning to the elder beside him.

"White-clothed Sword Saint... A new Sword Saint of the Jianghu, quite mysterious, and no one has tested his abilities..."

Beside the middle-aged man was an elder with somewhat clouded eyes.

"Can Elder Ning defeat him..."

Elder Ning slightly raised his gaze and said, "This child... seems to have touched the Sword Immortal Realm..."

"Sword Immortal?" The middle-aged man was startled.

"I mastered the sword at ten, cut down a Martial Arts Grandmaster at fifteen, and broke through to Sword Saint at twenty. But for over seventy years since, there hasn’t been any further progress..."

"The world... truly laughable, for a mere sixteen-year-old child to nearly surpass this old man..."

Elder Ning sighed.

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

He had numerous powerful subordinates, not due to his charisma but because of the powerful Sword Immortal’s bestowment.

He’d even called upon this reclusive Jianghu legend.

Yet now, such a legendary existence uttered these words...

"Since you know, why show animosity towards me..."

A young voice quietly emerged, causing the middle-aged man to stiffen and stumble; his subordinates quickly supported him.

A white Wandering Dragon soared into the air, taking a few steps across the void, flying directly towards the towering city wall.

"In my life, I’ve never seen a Sword Immortal. Hearing of a Sword Immortal’s emergence this time, I hurriedly came out, yet haven’t been able to see him..."

"I merely wish to see the difference between myself and a so-called Sword Immortal..."

Elder Ning held his hands behind his back, releasing an intensely powerful Qi Mechanism.

A sword light broke through the clouds, another entwined it like an infinite sea of branches.

The two never touched, yet exchanged several rounds with their Sword Intents.

Ning lightly placed his hand at his side, drawing a Three-foot Cyan Blade.

The next second, the white-clothed youth appeared before Elder Ning.

Ning’s body erupted with overwhelming energy, pausing his steps, his entire being taut like a great bow as he flung the Three-foot Cyan Blade in his grip.

The white-clothed youth’s longsword also struck towards Ning at an impossibly tricky angle.

As the two longswords clashed, countless Sword Qi scattered in all directions.

The middle-aged man’s subordinates quickly escorted him away.

Both figures’ movements turned to afterimages, their actions indistinguishable, only the endless clash of sword edges audible.

Ning’s body did not resemble that of an elderly man, instead, like a warrior at his peak.

Wielding the sword as a weapon, using every ounce of himself.

This is the Six Harmonies, a compulsory course for every Great Success Sword Cultivator.

In battle, life and death moments, a person’s desires, emotions, rationale, will, actions, and True Qi activities integrate to the utmost, termed the "Six Harmonies."

A Sword Cultivator absolutely does not rely solely on Sword Intent in combat.

Their sword clash exceeded everyone’s imagination.

The city wall crumbled, and the two were like human-shaped beasts, destroying everything around them.

The remaining Martial Arts Grandmasters arrived, but dared not step forward to inspect.

"Sword Saint... is this the duel between Sword Saints?"

"Not just... absolutely not just..." The few remaining Martial Arts Grandmasters couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.

The remaining Acquired Martial Artists here could only stand dumbfounded, countless thoughts flashing through their minds.

"Why! I don’t believe it!"

Ning’s eyes showed a hint of unwillingness, nearly burning his remaining Vitality to make a slash, using this strike to smash the bottleneck between himself and the Sword Immortal.

That was his true goal.

To hear the Dao in the morning, and die content by evening.

However, a Qi Mechanism sealed Ning’s actions.

"Boom—" Ning flew backward, crashing through a building.

A white figure stood before him.

"How... did you break through to Sword Immortal... Can you... tell me..." Ning spit out two mouthfuls of blood, eyes clouding again; he lowered his head, making his first earnest plea since becoming a Sword Cultivator.

Pei Min looked to the sky, saying, "I haven’t broken through to Sword Immortal..."

"But since you wish to see it..."

"What..."

Pei Min’s aura suddenly peaked, and three forms of Sword Intent intensified simultaneously, instantly piercing through the bottleneck.

Countless streams of Spiritual Qi surged in.

Pei Min’s gaze fixed on a spot in the sky.

"Found you!"

"The true... Sword Immortal!"