Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

The monks of Kongling Temple below, their eyes reddened, and they drew their weapons, ready to fight on the stage, but were stopped by the Qingyun Sect's men. Qingyun Sect elder Feilu Zhenren shouted, "This is the ring. Qirong, you are acting recklessly here. If there are any grudges, Qingyun Sect will not intervene after today. Now, you must not fight here."

Upon hearing this, the monks of Kongling Temple chanted, "Amitabha! Kongling Temple will not give up!" They then ordered the young monk to carry Fakun's body and leave early. Mo Shang sneered, unconcerned. He was simply exhausted. He gasped for air, each breath heavy and rapid. Sweat streamed down his resolute face, gathering in glistening beads at his chin and dripping into a small puddle at his feet. His clothes, soaked with sweat, clung to his body, and his hair, wet with sweat, lay dishevelled on his forehead, a testament to his exhaustion. But just then, the head of the Qingyun Sect, Yuquan Zhenren, arrived, graceful and swift like a light cloud.

He was clad in a robe as pure as snow, its sleeves fluttering as he seemed to blend in with the gentle breeze. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his back erect, and he exuded an innate pride. His otherworldly aura, reminiscent of an immortal, inspired admiration. Yet, in his deep, abyssal eyes, a subtle solemnity lingered, as if he harbored apprehension about the impending battle, or perhaps a sense of uncertainty about the strength of this dark horse, Mo Shang.

The two men stood facing each other, and the moment their eyes met, countless invisible sparks seemed to violently explode in the air, filling the entire space with a tense, almost frozen atmosphere. Yuquan Zhenren was the first to break the silence. His steady and powerful voice echoed slowly, like a morning bell and an evening drum: "Mo Shang, I didn't expect you to break through to the middle stage of the Wuji realm. This is quite unexpected for this Sect Master." His words echoed slowly in the empty arena, tinged with surprise and caution.

Mo Shang smiled slightly, his expression calm and composed, without any fear. A firm light flashed in his bright eyes as he responded, "Master, you are too kind. I have only made a small progress. I would like to ask for your guidance." His voice was steady and powerful, revealing full confidence.

"Oh? Don't you need to take a rest?" Master Yuquan wanted to show the demeanor of a big sect by relying on his own cultivation.

Mo Shang wiped his sweat and said, "No need. It's not too late to rest after the fight."

"Insanity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the battle erupted. Jade Spring Immortal displayed only the strength of a mid-stage, early-stage Huashen realm. With a flick of his wrist, the longsword in his hand instantly conjured countless shadows, both real and fake. Each shadow imbued with immense internal energy, surging like a surging tide. A sharp wind whistled as it pierced Mo Shang. Before the sword reached him, the wind had already arrived, scratching Mo Shang's cheek painfully. Mo Shang understood the situation and, similarly, responded with the power of a mid-stage, early-stage Wuji realm. His Flowing Light Slashing Shadow Sword swung forth a series of dreamlike shadows. Each shadow seemed to embody the profound principles of heaven and earth, colliding with Jade Spring Immortal's sword strikes with pinpoint precision. For a moment, sparks flew from the clashing swords, like a dazzling display of fireworks in the night sky.

The two exchanged blows, their moves intertwined and swords flew with lightning speed. Yuquan Zhenren's sword moves were sometimes like a torrential downpour, dense and fierce, attempting to overwhelm Mo Shang with speed and force; sometimes like a gurgling stream, seemingly gentle but concealing hidden secrets, attempting to confuse Mo Shang's judgment. Mo Shang responded calmly, his sword moves sometimes fierce as a tiger, using force to defeat clever moves; sometimes nimble as a snake, skillfully avoiding Yuquan Zhenren's sharp attacks and looking for opportunities to counterattack. Each fierce clash of swords was accompanied by a dazzling light and deafening sound. The light illuminated the entire arena, illuminating the two figures like gods of war; the sound was like thunder, causing the audience's heartbeat to accelerate. The audience watched in amazement, their eyes fixed, afraid to miss a single exciting moment. They had originally underestimated Mo Shang's strength and still had doubts in their hearts. Now seeing that he had broken through to the middle stage of Wuji and was able to fight the leader of Qingyun Sect to a standstill, they were all shocked and couldn't help but whisper to each other.

After a fierce exchange, Master Yuquan realized that even with all his might, his sword moves were as dense as a whirlwind and his angles were tricky, he still couldn't defeat Mo Shang. He couldn't help but feel secretly surprised, his brow furrowed slightly, like a deep ravine. He began to reassess Mo Shang's strength, his gaze becoming more cautious and vigilant.

"It seems I can't hold back any longer," Master Yuquan said in a low voice, his voice filled with determination and resolve. He formed seals with his hands, his fingers dancing like nimble butterflies as he muttered to himself. Mysterious runes flickered around him, emitting an ancient and mysterious aura. With a flash of light, he summoned the sect's spiritual treasure, the Cangmang Sword.

As the sword emerged, a brilliant light blazed forth, a dazzling brilliance like a blazing sun, illuminating the entire arena, making it impossible to gaze directly at it. The incomparably sharp sword energy gushed out like a surging wave, cleaving the surrounding air as if mercilessly sliced ​​apart wherever it passed, emitting a sharp whistling sound like the wailing of countless ghosts. Wherever the sword energy touched the arena's floor, deep scars appeared, and gravel splattered everywhere.

Seeing this, Mo Shang's eyes flashed with determination. Without hesitation, he swiftly swung his right hand, and a flash of cold light flashed. The immortal sword - Liuguang Zhanying - was finally revealed to the world for the first time. The sword body shimmered with a mysterious and captivating light, exuding an endless pressure and mysterious aura, as if calling from ancient times. For a moment, the two sword lights intertwined, and the clanging of the swords, like the roar of dragons and tigers, resounded through the sky and changed the color of the wind and clouds.

Jade Spring Immortal's swordsmanship was razor-sharp, his form elusive and ghostly, making his presence difficult to grasp. Sometimes he leaped high, like a hawk swooping down on a rabbit, his sword thrust aimed directly at Mo Shang's head; sometimes he dove forward like a snake emerging from its lair, the tip of his sword pointed at Mo Shang's lower body. Each move held a devastating force, as if capable of shattering mountains and rivers and causing the stars to fall. His sword strokes were like a torrential downpour, relentless and uninterrupted, leaving Mo Shang no chance to breathe. Mo Shang responded calmly, his sword strokes flowing naturally and effortlessly. His feet moved nimbly, his body dodging left and right, each strike of his sword perfectly countering Jade Spring Immortal's violent and violent attacks, showcasing his supreme swordsmanship and profound spiritual cultivation.

However, as time slowly wore on, Master Yuquan felt the pressure mount. Fine beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto his clothes, instantly soaking them. His breathing became increasingly rapid, his chest rising and falling violently like a bellows. He knew that if he didn't exert his full strength, this battle would inevitably end in failure. This was a matter of not only his own personal honor and disgrace, but also the reputation of the Qingyun Sect.

"Mo Shang, take this full-force blow!" Master Yuquan roared, his voice like earth-shattering thunder, jarring everyone's eardrums. He poured all his strength into the Cangmang Sword without reservation, and the blade's radiance instantly surged, like a roaring dragon, its fangs bared, claws slashing, ready to devour everything. The sword's force crushed Mo Shang like an overwhelming force, a blow that seemed to rip the very air apart, carrying an unstoppable destructive aura that changed the very fabric of heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, space subtly warped.

Seeing this, Mo Shang finally gave up on hiding his weakness. He took a deep breath, and the internal energy within him surged out like a volcano about to erupt, fiery and violent. A powerful aura radiated from him, forming a vast aura field that sent the surrounding dust flying and formed a massive vortex. The Flowing Light Slashing Shadow Sword in his hand shone brightly, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if it would illuminate the entire world, becoming the sole source of light in the universe. He thrust his sword forward to meet the shocking blow from Master Yuquan, his eyes showing no sign of retreat, only unwavering determination.

"The middle stage of Wuji, the great perfection?" Master Feilu in the audience saw Mo Shang's current realm. Their leader was at this realm, so of course he was familiar with this kind of momentum.

The moment their swords were about to clash, time seemed to stop. Then, a resounding explosion erupted, and the entire arena was blasted with a powerful energy. The light was so blinding, it was blinding. The intense heat was like the sun, making one feel as if they were in a furnace. The massive energy surge caused the entire space to distort and become chaotic. The surrounding air instantly ignited, emitting a series of explosions. Everyone subconsciously squinted, shielding their eyes with their hands from the intense light that threatened to pierce their eyes.

As the light slowly faded, Mo Shang remained standing erect, his clothes fluttering gently in the wind. He looked composed, as if the thrilling battle had been but a minor test for him. His gaze was calm and profound, making it difficult to discern his inner thoughts. Meanwhile, Master Yuquan's face was as pale as paper, and he stumbled back several steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the arena. The Cangmang sword in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a mournful cry, clearly suffering from the immense recoil.

Master Yuquan was so ashamed that he steadied himself and was ready to fight for his life.

At this moment, an unexpected voice echoed in the room: "Yuquan, if you can't even handle such a small matter, it's a waste of our training. Moshang, I didn't expect you to give us a surprise. This sword is the legendary immortal sword you unexpectedly obtained, right? Leave the sword to me and I will spare your life. Otherwise, the Black Feather Palace will be wiped out today."

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