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With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 383 - 297: Suppression, Guidance, Changming Revisited
Wu Yu is very strong.
She possesses the Spring Revival Body, a physique not related to the Wood Attribute, but rather one of destruction and rebirth.
Only through the great terror of life and death can there be a slight chance of awakening such a physique.
And once awakened, it’s like a Hidden Dragon emerging from the abyss, turning waste into a genius in a transformative rebirth.
Not only does it enhance the talents of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, but also comprehension, and root bone grow tremendously, even awakening a unique talent in one of the paths.
In the Blood Demon Sect, one disciple after another swallowed hard, watching the woman stepping towards their Mountain Gate as if facing a formidable enemy.
The woman seemed insignificant, but the Sword Intent on her body soared like a Divine Tree holding up the heavens.
With each step she took, the momentum on her body increased progressively.
This is Sword Momentum, challenging Xiang Wuji, Wu Yu directly used the Accumulation Method, striking with stored power.
Around the vast Blood Demon Sect, many strong individuals were concealed in the air, closely watching the woman stepping towards the Mountain Gate.
"Such momentum..."
"It seems this woman has already accumulated three kinds of Sword Intents, transforming them into the Power of the Three Talents, manifesting as the vast Great Dao of the sword."
"The Qingfeng Divine Sword of Yuqing Temple, the White Tiger Seven Kills Sword of White Tiger Hall, and also shadows of many great sect sword techniques."
"The Minghuang Sword, Feiyu Seventy-Two Swords, Heavenly Three Extremes Sword..."
"It’s said that her third Sword Intent was acquired from the Secret Realm, the Ancient Sword Technique, Thundering Whale Sword."
"This woman, her cultivation may have already surpassed sword masters of the same rank from Yuqing Temple, White Tiger Hall, and Lingyun Sword Sect."
"Even some Late-Stage Golden Core Sword Cultivators may not match her cultivation in the Sword Dao."
"Her Qingfeng Divine Sword was directly inherited from the Old Temple Master of Yuqing Temple, and the Thundering Whale Sword also seems to have fortune behind it. This war with Great Wei has elevated her White Tiger Seven Kills Sword to the Transformation Realm. She has slain countless enemies on the battlefield this time..."
"Who would have thought she was just a Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator decades ago."
"Terrifying indeed."
The onlookers in the dark were in awe.
Xiang Wuji had established a mighty reputation before, but Xiang Wuji had not appeared for over twenty years, causing some to speculate whether Wu Yu could defeat Xiang Wuji.
Wu Yu stepped up the steps of the Blood Demon Sect, each step seeming to tread on the hearts of many Blood Demon Sect disciples.
Some Elders protected the disciples behind them, to prevent today’s scene from becoming a disaster for these disciples in the future.
However, some Elders remained calm and without much fear.
Because they almost blindly worshipped Xiang Wuji.
Wu Yu’s formidable aura becoming the Heart Demon of the Blood Demon Sect disciples’ future doesn’t matter, as long as Elder Xiang defeats this woman, all Heart Demons could be dissipated.
Even with Xiang Wuji’s influence, these disciples’ future cultivation could be filled with confidence.
Soon, Wu Yu stood at the base of the Blood Demon Sect’s Mountain Gate.
Her eyebrows were sharp like a sword, she suddenly clasped her hands and said, "Wu Yu of Yuqing Temple, here to challenge Daoist Xiang."
For those who respect the strong, Wu Yu actually didn’t have much emotion towards Xiang Wuji, only respecting strength.
But now, the opponent is her adversary, Wu Yu must give her all.
Her voice trembled the Mountain Gate.
At the center of the Blood Demon Sect where the Blood Demon Tower soared into the clouds.
Xiang Wuji looked at the Mountain Gate with a calm expression.
And at this moment, his eyes were flickering with a pure white light.
"Junior Brother, you..."
Blood Bright Daoist stood by, words on the tip of his tongue.
Xiang Wuji’s lips curled into a slight smile.
"Finally, the harvest."
In another vision of Xiang Wuji.
The Qi Fortune on Wu Yu’s body was like a sharp sword stabbing into the Blood Demon Sect, tightly connecting with Xiang Wuji.
Thus, causing a karmic link.
Xiang Wuji’s actions over the years were all for today.
Even initiating the war early, stabilizing the wartime situation, was to stimulate the boiling of the Qi Fortune on Wu Yu.
Even sending out Jiangg Zhiqing as an undercover, these years of seclusion were all to let Wu Yu challenge him earlier.
Otherwise, Wu Yu would have to at least reach Late-Stage Golden Core cultivation to challenge Xiang Wuji.
Xiang Wuji couldn’t wait.
Even when he originally chose Wu Yu, it was because her cultivation was at Foundation Establishment Perfection, sufficient conditions for rapid breakthroughs.
Xiang Wuji... couldn’t wait...
"Hahaha."
With a burst of laughter.
A figure appeared in mid-air.
The figure was not much different from an ordinary person, perhaps a bit taller, yet his aura could immediately capture everyone’s attention, as if he was the protagonist of this realm.
The sun in the sky seemed to dim at this moment.
Suddenly.
The yin wind raged, dark clouds covered the sky.
The bone-chilling cold wind along with a bloodthirsty scent blew through the world.
"Wu Yu."
"I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Wu Yu’s face showed a trace of doubt.
But she did not hesitate, flew into the air, and stood parallel with Xiang Wuji.
With a flip of her hand, a Qingyu Longsword appeared in her hand, initiating the Sword Technique, hundreds of flying sword shadows circled around her.
Her black hair floated with the wind, and her green robes howled with the wind, adding a touch of grandeur.
Countless people watched the scene without blinking.
The greedy gambling housemasters, who would bet on anything at any time, had no words now.
"Yu also respects Daoist very much."
Xiang Wuji wore a spacious black robe, with black hair freely draped behind his back.







