Cultivation Begins with Skill Points
Chapter 59 Fourth Grade Divine Power Realm

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Fourth Grade Divine Power Realm

"Who goes there?"

The chaotic army camp heavily guarded today had three unexpected visitors appear suddenly.

In the center was an elderly man, around fifty years old, with a face tanned by the sun, etched with the marks of time. Deep wrinkles crisscrossed his forehead, and a streak of half-white beard jutted out from his chin. His eyes sparkled with brightness, exuding wisdom and efficiency, yet maintaining a sense of solemnity.

On either side of him were a young man and woman, appearing no older than eighteen or nineteen, full of youthful vigor.

The young man on the left had a face like polished jade, a full forehead, dressed in shiny silver brocade, with a jade pendant hanging at his waist and holding a long sword.

The young woman on the right had exquisite features, clad in an apricot-red belted long dress, her skin snow-white, with cascading long hair, but her expression was cold, filled with a heroic and valiant aura.

The young man glanced at the loosely assembled chaotic army, dissatisfied, "Just this ragtag bunch actually forced my second uncle to use the family’s messenger for aid. It’s like an old lady climbing high—absolutely needs help!"

The refined, elegant, and romantic man spoke, causing the elderly man and the young woman to frown instantly.

Both had the same thought in their hearts: Why does such a decent person have such a mouth?

As they spoke, a large number of chaotic soldiers surrounded them, but it did not cause even the slightest worry or fear in the three people.

The young man stepped forward and shouted loudly, "Where is Guo Yanhuai? Tell him to come out and see me."

"Bold! The General’s name isn’t something you can just shout. Seize them!"

A military leader commanded, and a team of chaotic soldiers surrounded them instantly.

"Now this is interesting."

The young man smiled faintly, and facing the encroaching chaotic soldiers, his long sword remained sheathed. Instead, he twirled the sword scabbard in a flourish.

With a step like the wind, he entered the crowd, the sword scabbard tapping lightly. It seemed light and floating, yet concealed tremendous force. Anyone struck by it would be seriously injured if not dead.

The military leader witnessing this tightened his expression, realizing a master had arrived, and quickly ordered his subordinates to report to their higher-ups.

"Alright, stop playing around. We have serious business to attend to."

The woman beside him spoke up, her long sword drawn, moving with graceful steps.

As the sword blade swept, a flash of red light flickered over it. The shields of four chaotic soldiers were instantly sliced in half, with deep and fatal wounds left in their chests, dead on the spot.

"Middle Grade Martial Artist, not good, sound the drums."

Thump-thump-thump!

With the booming of war drums, the entire chaotic army camp instantly sprang into action, countless footsteps resonating from all around.

The elder, who had not moved until now, finally took action, lightly tapping his feet as he soared into the air like a bird, drawing an arc across the sky and drifting towards the depths of the camp.

The two young people did not dare to delay, breaking through the chaotic army and quickly following.

A moment later, the three stood before a large tent, where Guo Yanhuai confronted them with a host of military leaders.

Guo Yanhuai’s face was grim as he looked at the three before him, realizing that even with the protection of a large army, someone had still managed to reach the command tent. It was a blatant slap in the face.

"How dare you." Guo Yanhuai’s expression was dark as water, shouting angrily, "Seize them for me."

Roaring with anger, his qi-blood surged, a burst of heat radiating from his body, making the surrounding temperature seem to rise.

The elder surveyed Guo Yanhuai up and down, frowning slightly, "External qi-blood release, self-generated divine power, you are actually at Fourth Grade Divine Power Realm. Just half a year ago, you were only at the Seventh Grade Bone Forging Realm. How could you span three realms in such a short time?"

"What? Master Yin, Guo Yanhuai is at Fourth Grade Divine Power Realm? How is this possible?"

Mei Weixuan seemed to be hearing a tall tale, his face full of doubt.

Guo Yanhuai’s face twisted into a grinning sneer, speaking coldly, "I, Guo Yanhuai, am the Heir of Destiny. How could ordinary folk like you possibly imagine this? I’m merely at Fourth Grade, and to me, even First Grade is easily achievable. With the mandate of heaven within me, I shall rule the world. I see you are scions of noble families. If you lead your families to surrender to me, I will grant you Secondary Merit. As for you, with your semblance, I could bestow upon you the rank of Noble Consort."

"Heh, a bat with chicken feathers—just what are you? You think you can rule the world? Take a look in the mirror; who gave you such courage?"

Mei Weixuan scoffed at Guo Yanhuai’s words of enticement.

Master Yin, however, frowned slightly, "Qi-blood disperses without coalescence, your eyes have a red glow, and your demeanor is deranged—did you consume something?"

Guo Yanhuai no longer paid attention to Master Yin’s words. At this moment, he was enraged to the point of smoking from his seven orifices by Mei Weixuan’s words, his Three Corpse Gods jumping with fury.

"How dare you, die for me!"

Guo Yanhuai roared, leaping forward, throwing a punch towards Mei Weixuan.

Woo woo woo!

Mei Weixuan only felt the air around him being forcibly compressed, forming a brief vacuum. Then, an enormous fist continuously enlarged in his sight, as if intending to crush his skull with one punch.

The might of the punch was astonishingly fierce.

In that critical moment, Mei Weixuan exhibited unmatched skill; his qi-blood surged, and he blocked with his long sword across his front.

Bang!

The sound of a fissure piercing the air echoed; the clash of fist and steel emitted a piercing screech.

Mei Weixuan was sent flying, his legs furrowing a long trench in the ground, coming to a halt only after several meters.

"Cough, cough."

Mei Weixuan coughed lightly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave a silent smile.

"Indeed it’s the Fourth Grade Divine Power Realm, yet it’s somewhat different. It’s much weaker than a true Fourth Grade, just like concocting an elixir that’s mixed and impure. Victory is attainable."

As he spoke, the long sword that had never been drawn was finally unsheathed. Its silver-white blade revealed flowing patterns, shining with a fierce light under the sun.

His steps pounded the ground, instantly stepping ten paces forward as the soil beneath exploded and splattered in all directions.

Swift as the wind, rapid as an arrow.

Disrupted air emitted a buzzing sound, and the bystanders felt the sting on their cheeks under this whirlwind, with the fierce wind cutting like a knife.

"Divide the Light."

The sword’s glow cleaved the void, his internal qi-blood surging, seemingly able to slice through all things in the world.

Guo Yanhuai appeared unchanged by the sight, his expression increasingly frenzied, the red glow in his eyes growing stronger.

Lightly stepping, his body dodged like a white crane, evading the sword while breaking through the gale to grab at Mei Weixuan’s temple.

This grasp could crush even cast iron into mush.

Mei Weixuan showed no panic, instead flashing a grin.

"Immortal Crane Shakes Feathers."

His right arm moved lightly like crane dance, sweeping his long sword horizontally, aiming straight for Guo Yanhuai’s waist.