My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

The shadows swirled around, and the flat ground erupted with thousands of startling rainbows, pouring down like a rain of arrows. Xu Qi stood calmly in the void, his Fist Gang not yet exhausted. He gazed at the figure holding up the Bright Hall, illuminating the vast heavens, and felt a trace of harmless... expectation in his heart.

Perhaps it was because no one had ascended the Great Heavenly Mountain for too long, the feeling of solitude had gradually set in. In the past, Wei Gang had challenged three times, each time stronger than the last, but it was still within three steps. Yin Sword Mountain’s Sword Armor ascended the Great Heavenly Mountain, saying "Let’s discuss the Dao, fellow cultivator," with words that still held a bit of courtesy, ending with a self-retreat after one step. Those other martial geniuses who climbed the mountain to either make a name for themselves or for other purposes were even more cautious, finding it hard enough to stand firm in front of him.

Among them, there were a few reckless individuals who spoke boldly before climbing the mountain, but when they faced him, feeling that Martial Intent as if the sky were collapsing, their arrogance vanished, trembling with fear.

Xu Qi’s thoughts flickered in an instant, his gaze swept past the intangible form of the Purity Saintess and seemed to pierce through the void, glancing at the slowly healing River of Time.

A lifespan of one cycle, life is like a floating duckweed. In the River of Time, his figure also exists. He still recalls when he challenged Wu Buxu back then, with such high-spirited confidence; the exhilaration at that time was unparalleled, even more so than when he shared the title of world’s best with the Bodhisattva Sword.

Xu Qi’s demeanor was calm, making it difficult for others to discern the emotions of this True Heavenly Person, sitting and watching the shifting clouds. However, now that he was the number one in the Jianghu, it seemed there was more lifelessness around.

Having guarded the Great Heavenly Mountain for a cycle, he naturally hoped that the newcomers would flourish.

But it was lamentable that he surpassed Wu Buxu, leading to the Jianghu of those days, where countless people aspired to be number one and created the famous sword events of the Chongyang Sword Pond. Yet, after a cycle, the number of those who can climb the mountain has dwindled.

It can indeed be said that the heights are too cold to bear.

The title of number one has long suppressed the entire Jianghu.

It pressed so that people in the Jianghu became accustomed and numb, as if that number one had always been there, like the rising sun, like the constant moon. Even when discussing the top ten on the Martial Arts List among common folks, Xu Qi, the number one, was excluded.

Even the second in the world, Wei Gang, no one would think could shake the position of the number one. He was undoubtedly the best second in the world, only praised as the Sub-Heavenly Person.

For this reason, Xu Qi left the Great Heavenly Mountain after a cycle. Besides suppressing the legendary Great Demon, he also wished to seek worthy opponents.

Thus, he left the Great Heavenly Mountain after a cycle, not hurriedly.

He was unwilling to easily break the rules he set. The Demon Sect, no matter how it was the Demon Sect, unless a true Great Demon appeared, he would still prefer to stand by and watch the turmoil of the world. If it were merely ordinary demonic chaos, even if it turned the world upside down, there were worldly people to slay demons, why would he need to act personally?

But now, a Great Demon has emerged, and it intends to change the world and reverse causality.

In Xu Qi’s eyes, this shakes the very foundation of this world and oversteps the boundaries that should be.

The Purity Saintess was surrounded by circulating light, the majesty of the Bright Hall was mighty, but in Xu Qi’s eyes, that borrowed authority ultimately lost the purity and magnificence of martial ascension and using strength to prove the Dao.

Yet even so, it was still a rare opponent.

He felt no fear, but rather a touch of excitement at the hunt.

Would this Great Demon in front of him surpass the world’s second, Wei Gang?

Or would it hold its own with the Bodhisattva Sword?

Xu Qi burst into laughter, his body surging with Fist Gang, taking a step forward, his right fist striking straight out.

The Purity Saintess floated gracefully backward, raising her delicate hand, countless Time Fragments rose in response, forming a flowing barrier before her.

The Fist Gang slammed into the barrier, disappearing like a mud ox into the sea, its force dispersed into countless fragments of time, vanishing into invisibility.

As if using four liang to move a thousand jin.

Xu Qi stood immovably, yet his fist momentum became even more powerful, bursting forth from inside to outside with a stunning edge. The mud ox that entered the sea shattered the barrier into pieces. The residual Fist Gang traced a perfect arc in the air, where it passed, even the light was twisted and swallowed.

The Saintess’s fingertips touched lightly, and the brilliance of the Bright Hall shone intensely, seven layers of Barriers unfolded in an instant, each layer containing different Heaven and Earth Laws, talismanic scriptures spinning within.

The Fist Gang broke through six layers before pausing slightly before the last layer.

In this instant, the Purity Saintess had already retreated a hundred feet away.

She formed seals with both hands, behind her appeared the phantom of three thousand Bright Worlds, each world with countless scriptures flowing, converging into a river sweeping towards Xu Qi.

Xu Qi inexplicably smiled, it had been a long time since he smiled like this, the last time was when Wei Gang made his second climb.

The Purity Saintess frowned, when she was killed by Gongsun Guan, she was only half a step away from First Grade, unlike ordinary people who were blind to the First Grade struggle. The First Grade realm struggle, especially the struggle of life and death, was often about probing each other, wearing each other down, like drawing silk and peeling cocoons, and in the end, a slight difference meant life and death.

However, Xu Qi, whether it was due to his self-possession as the number one or his inherent nature, seemed intent on winning in a single instant.

In the next moment, the river was cleaved in half by Xu Qi.

Not with a sword, nor with a blade, but with a single hand chop, the unrivaled blazing Fist Gang cleaved that river as if slicing through butter!