Chapter 1905 - 1469: Farmer Old Nie! Six Centuries of Wan Family’s Perils (Bonus Update for Monthly Ticket)

"Sss sss sss——"

A faint sound of wind being split came from far to near, figures from all directions rapidly converged, then all stopped in unison before a plot of rice field, revealing seven men and women of different heights and builds.

The seven, upon seeing the rice field, all cupped their fists respectfully toward it, as if some extraordinary personage resided within this patch of rice.

But aside from a farmer, what extraordinary personage could there be in a rice field?

At the very least, this rice field itself looked somewhat extraordinary. Any Martial World people with a bit of eye power could see that every single rice stalk had been cut at almost exactly the same height by the same Saber Skill, and each cut took down a whole swath.

As if the farmer cutting the rice wasn’t holding a sickle, but a blade of ten or twenty zhang long, displaying an astonishing grasp and precision in the use of Saber Qi.

Just behind this plot of rice, there was a simple thatched hut enclosed by a bamboo fence. Hanging from the eaves in front of the hut was a severed head, hair disheveled and still dripping blood.

When the seven saw that head, their pupils all shrank slightly. Shocked in their hearts, they grew even more respectful and awestruck toward the leader who was at that moment sitting under the thatched eaves, wholly absorbed in weaving a bamboo basket, and did not dare utter a word to disturb his great endeavor of basket‑weaving.

For although the leader was engaged in this seemingly mundane and vulgar farmer’s chore of weaving baskets, in truth he was Practicing, refining the exquisite control of Saber Qi—just like the plot of rice before them that he had harvested.

In the leader’s own words—"My brother, whose name shakes the world and is known to all, you never really see him Cultivation on ordinary days, yet his Cultivation Realm changes day by day, a Realm a month. Though I, Nie, am mad, I know full well I am far from his level. But I do know that although my brother looks like he’s not Cultivation, in reality he’s Cultivation every single day.

Once, I asked him the secret of Cultivation, and he told me: as long as you know how to cut leeks, you can Practice while lying down.

At first I racked my brains and couldn’t fathom it. Later, I suddenly understood: my brother was actually enlightening me—the true meaning of cultivation lies in the seemingly most insignificant pastoral life. Reaping a handful of grain, weaving a basket, all of this is Cultivation. Pitiful that in the past I sealed my saber and returned to the fields for many years, yet never grasped the true essence of seclusion. Otherwise, how would it have come to..."

"Pa pa!"

The sound of clapping snapped the seven out of their thoughts.

Nie Renwang, who was sitting by the hut door, finished weaving a bamboo basket, then clapped his hands and stood up. He reached out with a big hand and grabbed: Snow Drink Mad Saber, three feet seven inches long, edge flawless, hummed with a tremor, emitting a strange, demonic glow as it drew an arc and fell into his palm. He barked.

"How is it? Have those bastards calmed down? If they’re still not honest, then today I, Nie, might as well kill to my heart’s content, and take it as a dust‑washing welcome for my brother’s first arrival in the Holy Dynasty!"

The seven only felt that the rough man before them seemed to transform in an instant from a farmer into a savage fierce beast. All of them were oppressed by a sharp Evil Qi Momentum so intense their breathing turned difficult, and they hurriedly lowered their heads and reported.

"Leader! Once those people heard that you had already personally severed Spiritual Leopard Ouyang Xue’s head, they all became terrified and scattered on the spot. They are no longer a concern."

"Yes, Leader. Our brothers in the other cities have also sent word, confirming the situation without error."

"Hmph! Count those idiots lucky."

Nie Renwang snorted coldly, first lowering his head in thought for a moment, then slowly raising it. His round tiger eyes flashed with a fierce brilliance. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly seemed to sense something, and jerked his head up to look at the sky, pupils narrowing.

"What a powerful aura!"

The seven subordinates, bewildered by his reaction, also raised their heads to look at the sky.

Rumble!!——

From the far distant Heaven’s Edge, a booming burst of Qi roared past, and only when it swept to the other side of Heaven’s Edge did the rumbling howl continue to roll over. Not only was the Momentum astonishing, it also left behind in the sky a clearly visible track of Qi‑wave, lingering without dispersing.

"What was that?"

The seven subordinates were all bewildered and horrified.

Nie Renwang’s expression, however, turned from shock to joy in an instant, then to wild elation. He split his mouth in a loud laugh. "My brother! It’s the brother of me, Nie Renwang! Hahahahaha!"

He had already sensed the familiar aura hidden within that powerful presence. Though it was even stronger than he’d imagined, his brother Jiang Dali—how could he not be strong?

"Judging by my brother’s swift movement, with his temperament, there’s definitely a big battle about to break out. Just what I like!"

He was beside himself with joy, laughing madly. With a great shout he suddenly leapt up. His feet, clad in straw sandals, stomped once on the rice ears, and, Saber on his shoulder, his entire person rushed out like a Demon God in the wind, hair flying wildly. His speed surpassed a gale; in an instant he’d crossed dozens of zhang, pursuing without letup.

"Brother! Wait for me!"

The seven subordinates only felt that in the blink of an eye the Leader had already shot off like a gust of wind, streaking past the forest ahead and vanishing from sight. Only his wildly joyful shout still echoed back to them, leaving them all looking at one another in shock.

"Just now in the sky... that whoosh, like a bird—but faster than a bird; like an arrow—but seems even faster than an arrow..."

"No need to describe it. That was Marquis Wei Wu, the Leader’s brother."

"Should we chase after them?"

"Chase? How? The Leader and his brother, each is faster than the other. We can’t even eat their dust—how are we supposed to chase?"

The seven fell silent, staring at the cloud‑trail in the sky that had yet to disperse, their hearts all stirred.

They’d long heard that in the Holy Dynasty, top experts like the Regent King could cross near and far in a single step, and in an instant reach a hundred thousand li away.

That sounded too remote, and frankly unrealistic. They’d always half‑believed, half‑doubted. But now, having personally witnessed Marquis Wei Wu flying through the air, in a flash moving from this side of the sky to the other side, their understanding had been utterly overturned. Though they couldn’t grasp the principle, they were overwhelmed with shock.