Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 131 - 132: Show of Strength (1st Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 131: Chapter 132: Show of Strength (1st Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

"I am a disciple of the Wusheng Martial Arts Academy, here to assist Prince Pingsha in exterminating the sand bandits," Chu Fengmian calmly said.

"Disciple of the Wusheng Martial Arts Academy?"

The several soldiers were all taken aback as they scrutinized Chu Fengmian, with one cautiously asking,

"Do you have any proof?"

Chu Fengmian didn’t say much and simply threw his identity token over.

The soldiers received the identity token, infused a stream of spiritual power into it, and the words "Inner Sect Disciple" appeared, reflecting light.

"So, you’re an inner sect disciple of the Wusheng Martial Arts Academy. Please come in," the soldiers hastily said respectfully, making way for him.

"You’re not allowed to ride horses within the military camp. We’ll take care of these Black Scaled Steeds for you," a soldier said.

"Alright."

Chu Fengmian dismounted and started to walk, led by a few soldiers into the military camp.

In this camp, there were about ten thousand people, and most of these soldiers had strength above the seventh level of the Bone Tempering Realm. Some of the exceptional ones were even close to reaching the Physical Refinement Realm.

Chu Fengmian knew that the soldiers of the Wusheng Kingdom were mostly martial artists with limited talent. Their potential being limited, their strength could not further advance, so they joined the army to receive military pay.

Of course, someone like Prince Pingsha wouldn’t lack strong specialists by his side. He could also use resources to attract the allegiances of such powerful figures.

"Prince, the disciple from the Wusheng Martial Arts Academy has arrived."

A soldier called out to the largest tent and before long, several figures emerged from within.

The man leading at the front, with an air of prestigious status, was none other than a prince of the Wusheng Kingdom, Prince Pingsha.

He had been sent to suppress the surrounding areas in the northwestern desert, hence being titled Prince Pingsha. However, from the look on his face, this assignment was no easy task.

Instead of decreasing, the sand bandits in the northwestern desert had rallied more people as they were exterminated. Now, even Prince Pingsha was left with a headache and had no choice but to seek help from the Wusheng Martial Arts Academy.

"This young master must be the disciple from the Wusheng Martial Arts Academy," Prince Pingsha said with a smile as he looked at Chu Fengmian.

"With your arrival, the day to extinguish the scourge of the sand bandits can be awaited. Please, young master, come and speak inside the tent."

Prince Pingsha made this statement and then entered the tent with Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian took a seat next to them.

Inside the tent, apart from Prince Pingsha, there were six or seven middle-aged men. These individuals weren’t weak—each had at least the strength of the peak of the Physical Refinement Realm, and the strongest among them even possessed the power of the second level of the Divine Sea Realm.

In the Wusheng Kingdom, this person could be considered a moderately famous and powerful figure.

Seeing Chu Fengmian enter, the middle-aged men all sized him up, especially frowning involuntarily when they saw the level of his realm.

"May I ask what realm you are in, young master?" a middle-aged man beside him suddenly asked upon seeing Chu Fengmian sit down.

"Seventh level of the Physical Refinement Realm," replied Chu Fengmian candidly.

With the strength of these middle-aged men, it should not be difficult for them to discern Chu Fengmian’s realm, so naturally, there was no need for him to hide it.

"Physical Refinement Realm, seventh level, huh? We report this matter to the Wusheng Martial Arts Academy, and they send us a kid like this?" said one of the middle-aged men angrily upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s response.

"What’s the point of sending a little one like him at the seventh level of the Physical Refinement Realm," muttered another middle-aged man.

"Oh? What does exterminating the sand bandits have to do with one’s realm?"

Seeing the anger in those middle-aged men, Chu Fengmian revealed a cold smile.

"All that matters is that those sand bandits are completely eradicated."

"Humph, easy for you to say. With your seventh level mortal body realm, going to exterminate the sand bandits is akin to seeking death," said one of the middle-aged men with a cold huff.

"I think you’d better go back early. Leave this matter to someone else."

"My prince, these few are some of the strongest under my command. Their words might be a bit harsh, but they are not without reason."

Ping Sha Wang also chimed in from the side.

"The prince is unaware, this group of sand bandits, though a ragtag bunch, includes some leaders who were disciples expelled from the four major sects. The most powerful among them, the chief, has even reached the third level of the Divine Sea realm."

"Even these strong individuals under my command are no match for the bandit chief. With your realm, prince, you’d be better off returning to the academy and leaving this task to someone else."

Chu Fengmian could hear the meaning behind Ping Sha Wang’s words.

It meant that Chu Fengmian’s realm was not even comparable to those of the middle-aged men present. If they were no match for the bandit chief, Chu Fengmian would simply be throwing his life away.

It seemed that Ping Sha Wang had also noticed Chu Fengmian’s realm and was disdainful of its inadequacy.

In that case, it seemed necessary to demonstrate some strength to win over Ping Sha Wang’s trust.

"If you don’t believe in my strength, then who among you would like to try and exchange blows with me?"

Chu Fengmian revealed a confident smile.

"If anyone can withstand a single sword strike from me, I will leave immediately. How about it?"

Upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s words, the middle-aged men present erupted into a fury.

Their realms were all above Chu Fengmian’s. Now he was insinuating that they couldn’t even withstand one of his sword strikes?

This was the height of arrogance.

"What!"

"Does this kid truly think there’s no one of ability among us? So arrogant!"

"My Prince, please let me handle this!"

A sturdy man sitting opposite Chu Fengmian stood up and spoke.

"These arrogant students of the Warrior Victory Academy, if we don’t teach them a lesson today, they will not give up."

Ping Sha Wang glanced at the sturdy man, then at Chu Fengmian with a furrowed brow.

"Yan Xun, don’t hurt him."

"Yes!"

Yan Xun approached Chu Fengmian and said coldly.

"Come, let’s see how you’ll defeat me with a single sword strike."

"Very well, since it’s come to this, I shall make my move."

Chu Fengmian calmly spoke, and the Xuanqing Sword was already in his hand.

With a slight movement of his feet, his figure appeared to flicker slightly before returning to where he started.

This all happened in the blink of an eye, making it appear as if Chu Fengmian hadn’t moved from his spot at all.

"Kid, why haven’t you made your move yet?"

Seeing Chu Fengmian motionless, the other middle-aged men laughed.

"It can’t be that you’re feeling unconfident, too scared to make a move..."

But their words were cut off before they could finish, as they all suddenly shut their mouths.

Because they saw a drop of fresh blood on Chu Fengmian’s Sword Edge, exceedingly conspicuous, and at the same time, there was a tiny wound at the middle-aged man’s heart—a wound small yet visible.