Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

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In a foreign land with no friends? No problem, you can make new ones.

Take now, for instance. Although the expression on the woman beside him had changed from utter devastation, as if her world had crumbled, to one of pride typical of the wealthy, Meng Yu didn't mind her at all.

After all, she was a beautiful older sister, with bright, clear eyes that shone like a galaxy of stars. Just the prospect of watching Meng Yu perform martial arts made her eyes curve into crescents, as if her charm was spilling out. Her every smile and frown exuded an air of majestic grace that one couldn't help but marvel at.

Well, her proudest aspect must be her swordsmanship, right? Meng Yu had heard Ouyang Zhenxue mention that Xia Hailu was a famous female saber wielder (academy style) of the Blood God Sect, not to mention how many students she had taught.

"Ah, do you guys have a saber?"

After rummaging through his completely empty Storage Bag, Meng Yu asked his four subordinates.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

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Chang Lebai quickly went through her belongings... well, it's kind of embarrassing, but as a Fourth Order Qi Cultivator, she didn't have a fancy Storage Bag. Among the four of them, there were only two sabers, but neither of them was of any notable quality. How could they dare to present them?

She quickly prepared to make a call for someone to deliver a couple of sabers.

"Use mine."

Xia Hailu snorted, and a selection of sabers appeared before everyone, though she was somewhat skeptical internally. When Meng Yu was searching his Storage Bag, she glanced at it and saw that even a mouse could starve in there. She really couldn't understand how this man managed to cultivate.

Triple-Strike Lightning Blade, Drifting Water Willow Blade, One-Strike Cow-Cutting Saber... As a teacher at the academy, she had a variety of weapons with her. When these sabers appeared in front of Meng Yu, he couldn't help but whistle.

Quite a rich woman indeed, but thinking about it makes sense. A Golden Core Expert, no matter how poor, would still have at least some decent possessions to show off.

Meng Yu picked one out and lifted a wooden saber.

Sandarac wood, a specialty from a certain Holy Land, impervious to water and fire, immune to cuts from blades. Of course, the most appropriate use for it was as a teaching tool for instructors demonstrating to their students. This saber had a straight blade, which could also pass for a sword.

"You're going to use this one?"

Xia Hailu was taken aback for a moment. She often used this saber because it was like a ruler, allowing her to confidently discipline her students. However, this wooden saber was pretty ordinary in combat, lacking the enhancements of elements like metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, light, etc. Its only advantage was not fearing to kill someone by accident.

She had never seen Meng Yu's swordsmanship or saber skills. The recent Blood Transmutation Divine Saber was akin to a big move, not reflective of Meng Yu's fundamental level at all.

"Hehe."

Xia Hailu wasn't angry. She even carefully selected a Second Order precious saber that had accompanied her for thirty whole years, intimately familiar as she went from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core.

"Come on, attack me with all you've got. Let's see how powerful your Blood Transmutation Divine Saber really is."

Xia Hailu said calmly.

"I've practiced the saber for two hundred years."

Xia Hailu stared at Xiao Jun, with his handsome eyebrows and eyes, spirit so captivating and vigor so striking, his very presence could make one forget the mundane world...

"The Blood Transmutation Divine Saber, this so-called mastery I've never achieved, is not because I haven't grasped it or haven't become proficient; it's simply not my style."

Meng Yu nodded. In the heat of battle, the most suitable and fluid swordsmanship or saber skills were the best.

"You're too arrogant. That slash from before was merely a moment of serendipity, a resonance with the Heavenly Dao of blood, Unity of Heaven and Man, a stunning blow that came out of nowhere. But after that slash, your momentum weakened, your long-accumulated frustration dissipated, that slash was a culmination of your lifelong efforts, not your normal standard!"

"Hmm."

Meng Yu did not argue.

"You're very strong, with a boundless future ahead of you, but today, let your sister teach you something about accumulation, seniority, and true strength!"

Xia Hailu, radiant as fire and with a smile as picturesque as a painting, let her formidable aura gradually descend. She lowered her Cultivation from that of a Golden Core, step by step, down to the Seventh Layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"I won't take advantage of you, so I'll lower my Cultivation to the same level as yours. Let's see what I amounted to during my Foundation Establishment period. Back then, I was known as a prodigy of the Blood God Sect. Although your Blood Transmutation Divine Saber is formidable, it can't match my basics..."

The distance between the two was only seven steps, perfect for close combat. She was an academy teacher with a wealth of educational experience. Even though the young man before her was highly intuitive and recognized by the Heavenly Dao of blood, his foundation was bound to have issues. She...

"Slap!"

Meng Yu swung his wooden saber, landing a hard strike on her right cheek.

The wooden saber's blow was heavy; fortunately, the flesh of a Golden Core was thick enough not to show any redness.

"Huh?"

Whether it was Xia Hailu or the four subordinates present, including Zhi Ruo, Xia Hailu's disciple — well, Xia Hailu didn't visit Meng Yu alone; she brought two disciples with her — they were all stunned.

She was domineering and imposing; she exuded an aura of authority, the very essence of seniority. She was about to impart some life lessons to Meng Yu.

Then everyone saw Meng Yu's saber strike Xia Hailu's face.

Clear and plain, casual and effortless, like a parent lightly spanking a child.

The room fell silent, and everyone went quiet.

"Sorry, I was a bit itchy. You talked too much..."

Meng Yu was somewhat helpless. Even Ouyang Zhenxue wouldn't dare to show off like this in front of him, especially when she had lowered her Cultivation to the Seventh Layer of the Foundation Establishment?