Chapter 010: The Lord of White Cloud City

The Seven Swords of Kunlun galloped all the way and soon arrived at the Valley of Evils. After entering the valley, they saw clearly that the once bustling Valley of Evils had been reduced to ruins.

The fierce yin energy and terrifying ghosts that had been there were all gone.

The valley was covered with traces of thunderbolts.

Especially the shocking cracks on the ground, dozens or even hundreds of meters long, were enough to make one's heart tremble.

Now they no longer doubted Wang Bo's words. In their view, only the wrath of heaven could have such immense power.

If these were caused by humans, it would be too terrifying.

Perhaps only immortals and buddhas possessed such strength.

"In any case, today's events must be kept secret. Never let it spread, and absolutely do not allow the Valley of Evils to rise again." The leading Taoist looked sharply at his companions.

The others nodded in agreement, as if it were only natural.

As they left the Valley of Evils, a man pointed at the wall and shouted, "Look!"

The others looked up and saw that the eight characters "Enter the valley, never be a slave" on the stone tablet by the roadside had been completely erased, replaced by rows of dense small characters.

They approached and saw that the dense lines of small characters were actually a profound martial arts manual.

For a moment, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

...

The one who left this martial arts manual was naturally Wang Bo. The Seven Swords of Kunlun had guarded this place for several years and could be considered chivalrous, so Wang Bo gave them a reward.

Good people deserve good fortune—isn't that only right?

Wang Bo left a martial arts manual derived from Wang Chongyang's Nine Yang Divine Skill, profound and unfathomable. If the Seven Swords of Kunlun could learn even a fraction, they could roam the martial world freely.

If any of them could fully comprehend this manual, they would have no trouble defeating all opponents under heaven.

If any of them could innovate upon it, they would surely become immortals or buddhas.

Unfortunately, Wang Bo knew that with their mediocre talent and intelligence, they could not innovate, nor could they fully comprehend it; at best, they would learn some superficial skills.

Only geniuses like Xie Xiaofeng or Ding Peng could fully comprehend it.

A few days later, Wang Bo, along with Hela and Lady Gremory, traveled over mountains and rivers and finally arrived at a small town at the foot of Cuiping Peak.

It was getting dark, and Wang Bo suggested resting in this town for the night before heading to the Divine Sword Villa at the foot of Cuiping Peak by Green Water Lake.

Hela and Lady Gremory naturally did not refuse.

The three found an inn in the town. Upon entering, they saw the first floor packed with guests, most of whom were martial artists carrying swords or blades.

The appearance of Wang Bo, Hela, and Lady Gremory naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Most people's gazes were involuntarily drawn to Lady Gremory and Hela, and many were captivated by their beauty.

After all, the two women were extremely beautiful. Not only men, but even many women were attracted to Hela and Lady Gremory.

Wang Bo had no doubt that if the two women gave the order, most people present would become their sycophants.

Here, it didn't matter whether one was male or female.

Wang Bo looked around; only a few could steady their minds and not be overwhelmed by the women's beauty, and not a single person could completely ignore them.

Wang Bo walked to the waiter and knocked on the table to bring him back to his senses. "Two superior rooms."

The waiter said bitterly, "Sorry, sir, but we're full today. The inn has no rooms left."

In fact, Wang Bo had already noticed when he came in, as there were too many guests.

He nodded and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Just then, a young man in white stood up and cupped his hands to Wang Bo. "Sir, if you don't mind, I have two superior rooms that I can spare for you."

Wang Bo looked at him curiously and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man in white said, "I am Lian Chengbi, the young master of the Wugou Manor."

Oh, quite a famous person.

"So you're Lian Chengbi, the one whose wife was taken by the Lord of White Cloud City."

Lian Chengbi looked bewildered and said bitterly, "Sir, you must be joking. How could I not know about such a thing?"

Wang Bo frowned and asked, "So Shen Bijun is not your fiancée?"

Lian Chengbi shook his head repeatedly. "Shen Bijun is the most beautiful woman in the world; I dare not aspire to her."

"Oh, then I was mistaken. My apologies."

Wang Bo then remembered that this world was not the world of Xiao Shiyi Lang, but a world of assembled heroes. Although Lian Chengbi was impressive, he was far inferior to people like Shen Lang, Xie Xiaofeng, Tie Zhongtang, Ding Peng, Ximen Chuixue, and Lu Xiaofeng.

In the world of Xiao Shiyi Lang, Lian Chengbi could be one of the Six Young Masters of the martial world.

But in this world of assembled heroes, Lian Chengbi was nothing. Even his Wugou Manor was not a first-rate force in the martial world.

So the Shen family of the Golden Needle, guarding a beauty like Shen Bijun, naturally looked down on someone like Lian Chengbi.

Lian Chengbi said, "I don't know where you heard such rumors, but please don't believe them or spread them. If word reaches the Lord of White Cloud City, the consequences would be disastrous."

His words were understandable.

Not just one Wugou Manor, but even ten would not dare to provoke the Sword Saint Ye Gucheng.

Wang Bo did not look down on Lian Chengbi because of this. After all, Lian Chengbi and Ye Gucheng were not on the same level. His caution was merely to avoid attracting unexpected trouble.

Wang Bo smiled and said, "I was the one mistaken. If the Lord of White Cloud City, Ye Gucheng, wants to cause me trouble, let him come to me."

"Hmph, what big talk."

At that moment, a cold snort came from the crowd.

Wang Bo's smile faded as he locked onto a man sitting by the window. "Oh, it seems this hero has some objection to me."

The man, dressed in black with a sword on the table, said softly, "The Lord of White Cloud City, Ye Gucheng, is of such high status. A nobody like you wants him to come to you? Who do you think you are?"

"And what do you suggest?"

"Of course, you should come with me to White Cloud City and apologize to the Lord of White Cloud City."

"From your tone, you seem to be from White Cloud City."

"That's right." The man in black nodded proudly, as if this identity made him very proud.

Wang Bo could understand that.