On the official road, Mago wielded a blade, fighting fiercely against more than ten disciples.
Despite being outnumbered, he suppressed those disciples with his blade techniques, forcing them to retreat continuously.
This scene not only made Wei Zian's blood boil but also left Zhao Qianlin dumbfounded.
She never imagined that the seemingly thin and silent groom, who had been chopping wood and feeding horses every day at the temple during the rain, possessed such formidable martial prowess.
He could single-handedly contend against more than ten disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect.
Among those disciples were a few whose cultivation levels were not lower than Mago's, also reaching the pinnacle of the Tendons and Bones Realm.
Yet, under Mago's blade techniques, they couldn't resist, which was simply unbelievable.
"Mago's Mountain and Sea Blade techniques are quite impressive, already showing some essence of Senior Wei's style. Given time, he might reach the level of a grandmaster," Lu Qing said approvingly as he watched Mago's performance.
The blade techniques Mago was using were taught by Wei Shanhai, named the Mountain and Sea Blade.
As Wei Zian's master, Mago had been living in the Wei family’s villa for the past two years, guiding and supervising Wei Zian's cultivation.
Wei Shanhai, often visiting the villa, was impressed by Mago's diligence and whimsically taught him his famous blade techniques.
He would also occasionally give Mago pointers.
Even Lu Qing would sometimes share his insights when he saw Mago practicing.
With guidance from these two grandmasters who had comprehended blade intent, Mago's blade techniques had advanced by leaps and bounds over the past two years.
Now, he was not far from reaching the meticulous and balanced realm of a blade grandmaster.
Because of this, he could single-handedly force more than ten disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect to retreat.
"Doctor Lu, let me help my master too," Wei Zian, excited by his master's valor, couldn't help but want to join the fray.
Lu Qing pondered for a moment.
The Wei family had sent Wei Zian along to temper him.
Now was undoubtedly a great opportunity.
He nodded, "Go ahead, but be careful."
With Lu Qing's permission, Wei Zian was thrilled.
He reached behind his back, pulling out two short rods, twisted them together, and formed a long staff.
"Master, I'm coming to help you!"
Shouting, Wei Zian leaped into the battlefield, his staff like a meteor aiming at the head of a Flowing Cloud Sect disciple holding a sword.
The disciple initially looked down on the young Wei Zian.
Seeing him attack, his eyes turned vicious, and his sword created a flurry of sword shadows, advancing towards Wei Zian to kill him in one strike and disrupt Mago's focus. РＡ𐌽ỌꞖĘs̩
He had heard clearly that the boy with the staff called Mago his master.
If he could kill or injure Wei Zian, Mago would surely lose focus.
Then Mago’s fearsome blade techniques would show flaws.
Despite facing the dazzling sword shadows for the first time in real combat, Wei Zian wasn't the least bit flustered.
He laughed heartily, his iron staff flickering, filling the air with staff shadows, enveloping the Flowing Cloud Sect disciple.
The powerful staff force instantly broke through the sword shadows, followed by continuous staff strikes, hitting the disciple's chest.
The iron staff in Wei Zian's hands weighed dozens of pounds. With his force, the disciple at the early Tendons and Bones Realm couldn’t withstand it.
His chest collapsed, he spat out blood, and collapsed to the ground.
One Breath Staff Technique!
This technique, improved by Lu Qing, had been fully taught to Wei Zian after he entered the Tendons and Bones Realm a year ago.
He had long since mastered it.
This was his first time using it in actual combat, and he had already succeeded in killing an opponent of the same realm.
"Master, let's fight together!"
Gaining confidence from his success, Wei Zian shouted, swinging his staff like a dancing dragon, pushing back several opponents to join Mago.
"Good, let's kill the enemy together!"
Seeing his disciple's bravery, Mago was delighted, laughed, and continued to advance with his blade.
With Wei Zian supporting him, Mago had no worries. His blade techniques became even fiercer, quickly injuring three more Flowing Cloud Sect disciples.
By now, the Flowing Cloud Sect had lost five disciples, and the remaining ones were less than ten.
As their strength waned, Mago and Wei Zian's cooperation became more effective, putting even more pressure on the remaining disciples.
Zhao Qianlin watched in surprise and delight.
She didn't expect that not only was Mago so powerful, but even the usually quiet and servant-like Wei Zian was equally formidable, which greatly exceeded her expectations.
She recalled how she had urged the old doctor to flee, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.
It turned out that she was the one who was ignorant, not recognizing the groom and servant beside the old doctor were such martial experts.
No wonder her master had said, when being pursued by the Flowing Cloud Sect, that the old doctor and his group remained calm—they had such formidable support.
"A bunch of useless!"
Seeing his over ten disciples being suppressed and several killed by just two opponents, the gray-robed man's face turned extremely ugly with anger.
Mago and Wei Zian’s displayed cultivation was merely at the Tendons and Bones Realm.
Even if their martial arts were strong, the disciples he brought were all at the Tendons and Bones Realm too.
Some were even at the peak of this realm, not weaker than Mago.
Yet in this unequal battle, not only did his men fail to win, but they were also counter-killed by the opponents. How could he maintain his dignity?
With a sinister look on his face, the gray-robed man raised his bow and arrow again.
But just as he was about to shoot Mago and Wei Zian, he suddenly felt an overwhelming coldness rise from his heart.
He stiffened, turned his head towards the source of the coldness, and met a pair of calm eyes.
"If I were you, I would choose to put down the bow," Lu Qing said flatly.
The gray-robed man stared blankly at Lu Qing, the coldness sweeping through his body.
Now he understood that the seemingly low-cultivation, harmless Lu Qing was actually a terrifying existence.
Otherwise, as an Internal Organs Realm expert, he wouldn't tremble with fear from just a look.
Though he couldn't understand why the youthful-looking Lu Qing gave him such a terrifying feeling, the gray-robed man trusted his finely honed warrior instincts.
These people weren't the easy targets he had initially thought; they were actually incredibly formidable!
Realizing this, the gray-robed man made a quick decision.
He immediately ignored his still-fighting disciples and, using his footwork, fled swiftly.
He chose to flee without fighting!