C375 The Sword Was Drawn the Sword Was Drawn the Sword Was Drawn(2)
They only knew that drinking this wine ignited their passion and fueled their lives.
“Wait a minute! With such fine wine and a rousing battle song, how could you leave me out?” Just as the members of the Profound Heaven Sect raised their glasses, a sudden voice rang out from the back of the crowd.
Everyone turned to see a figure carrying an ancient black sword, with slightly disheveled black hair.
As the person walked forward, their long hair, which had previously obscured most of their face, fell away to reveal their features.
The crowd was stunned as if they had seen a ghost. It was Woo Zhengyang!
The three sects of the Fallen Sun Country had come for him, and here he was, appearing so brazenly.
If the first reaction to seeing Woo Zhengyang was surprise, the next was awe.
On either side of Woo Zhengyang, four women, as beautiful as flowers, moved gracefully without a hint of disturbance. Their garments fluttered, and their ethereal presence was like celestial beings walking among mortals.
“Where did these goddesses come from?”
“Who is this guy? Even in the Heavenly Martial region, you wouldn’t find many like them, and he’s got four!”
“Why do I feel like I’m dreaming of celestial beings?”
The fervor of the Profound Heaven Sect made the spectators feel as if they had stepped into an ancient era, while the ethereal grace of Bing'er and the other three women transported them to a dreamlike paradise.
Different feelings, same impact.
Many thought the downfall of the Profound Heaven Sect would be the main event, but before that, the audience had already experienced two waves of excitement.
The atmosphere among the crowd shifted, yet Woo Zhengyang remained immersed in the thrill of it all.
He wouldn't miss the three-day appointment; he arrived early, quietly observing the unfolding events. When some members of the Profound Heaven Sect chose to compromise and leave, Woo Zhengyang stayed put.
It's only in moments of life and death that one truly reveals their inner self. Woo Zhengyang didn't blame those who chose to leave, nor would he ever. To be fair, he never felt a strong sense of belonging to the Profound Heaven Sect, having spent so little time there. If not for Nie Fengyu's relentless support, faced with the same choice, Woo Zhengyang wouldn't have compromised either. He wouldn't have blindly sacrificed for the sect; if given the chance, he might have fought his way out.
What Woo Zhengyang aimed to do was find those truly committed to the Profound Heaven Sect, those with a steadfast martial spirit. The sect's trials were just beginning, and these individuals could be its future.
So, Woo Zhengyang waited, watching for those who would ultimately stand out. To his surprise, those who stayed were so bold, willing to burn their Origin Genuine Qi, choosing to live and die with the Profound Heaven Sect.
Especially when Lee Yunsheng declared, "If I kill one, that's one down. If I kill two, that's a pair. If I take down ten or so, consider it a feast before the final stand," Woo Zhengyang was taken aback. This was a far cry from the Lee Yunsheng he once knew.
Later, Nie Fengyu brought out the drinks, and everyone joined in a somber battle song that left Woo Zhengyang utterly moved. In that moment, he truly felt the honor of being a disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect.
Woo Zhengyang believed that if the Profound Heaven Sect could endure this ordeal, they would rise again, stronger and more brilliant, with one formidable figure after another emerging. Lee Yunsheng would undoubtedly be among them.
The spirit of the Profound Heaven Sect left an indelible mark on Woo Zhengyang's heart. Watching his fellow disciples face death with such courage, he stood in awe for a long time before stepping forward to join them. He knew he had to appear before they resorted to burning their Origin Genuine Qi, which would be irreversible.
Of course, Woo Zhengyang didn't want to miss the chance to raise a glass with them. Though young and inexperienced with alcohol, he began to understand the boldness it represented and the camaraderie among men.
Woo Zhengyang and the four women, including Bing'er, pressed forward fearlessly. The crowd instinctively parted to make way for them. Some were intimidated by Woo Zhengyang's fearsome reputation, but many simply didn't want to disrupt the ethereal scene of the four women gliding by. Even those who came to see the fall of the Profound Heaven Sect found themselves captivated by the moment.
The elders of the three sects from the Fallen Sun Country, along with Wong Jinghai and others, remained clear-headed. Though they were momentarily captivated by the beauty of Bing'er and her companions, they quickly regained their composure. They didn't attempt to intervene; Woo Zhengyang's presence confirmed that Nie Fengyu's earlier claims were all lies. But that was fine—since Woo Zhengyang had walked right into their trap, they were more than happy to let him step into the circle.
"Ah... I knew there was something fishy when you agreed so readily back then," Nie Fengyu sighed, looking at Woo Zhengyang.
Woo Zhengyang grinned and said, "Master, got any more wine? Pour me a cup."
"Never seen someone so eager to drink their last cup," Nie Fengyu replied with a hint of exasperation, handing his wine to Woo Zhengyang before grabbing another bottle for himself.
Taking the wine, Woo Zhengyang chuckled at Nie Fengyu's comment. "What's wrong with a last drink? After all, it's not my head on the line. The wine's good, and the snacks aren't bad either!"
