Wang Sheng had only asked out of courtesy. Since everyone was busy with cultivation, no one would've had the time or interest to follow him across the world, suffering hardships for no reason. He had never expected this. Shi Qianzhang, who had just broken through, immediately requested to accompany him. Liu Yunzhi also gladly accepted the invitation. Huai Jing, thick-skinned and self-assured, insisted on joining as well, declaring that they would save the common people from suffering together. Wang Sheng had assumed that Mu Wanxuan would definitely go with him. However, she simply sent him a meme of a pitiful little fairy. I want to spend more time cultivating. I cannot afford to fall behind too far. Mu Wanxuan gazed at her junior brother with faint gloom and a trace of apology. Nevertheless, she had already made up her mind. Wang Sheng smiled. "No, it's okay. Senior Sister, please rest easy and cultivate in peace. Whenever you're free, guide Xiaomiao a little. I will destroy all the Blood-Dissolving Divine Swords and then return to accompany you... both." "Mm." His senior sister smiled, exuding her usual gentle grace. Remembering what had just happened, she then turned aside and resumed her inner contemplation. Wang Sheng could hardly suppress his laughter, yet he dared not make a sound. Does Senior Sister not care about her dignity at all? Being afraid of ghosts and having a narrow grasp of fortune-reading was hardly a flaw. In his eyes, his senior sister was the most perfect female cultivator imaginable. Except that, at times, she would tease him with a few playful gestures, much like their master. Since Mu Wanxuan had decided not to go, Wang Sheng planned to finish the matter swiftly and return as soon as possible. He contacted the Special Investigation Unit and discussed the rendezvous point and departure time with Huai Jing and the others. He then packed his clothing and prepared. This overseas journey to search and destroy the Blood-Dissolving Divine Swords would likely involve many dangers and countless enemies. It was best to be well-prepared. He knew he would inevitably clash with the Dark Faction's experts. Now that he had broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm and spent a long time consolidating his cultivation, he believed he could even face the elder princes in battle. With the Heavenly Ziwei Sword Art in his arsenal, duels or large-scale fights made little difference to him. After forming his Nascent Soul, the power of his sword techniques had undergone a qualitative leap. Spiritless was now so much more than just its sharpness, too. In the afternoon, a Harrier flew over and hovered in the sky to pick him up. Fortunately, he was already done preparing. Mu Wanxuan helped him tie his long hair and fasten his Daoist hairpin. He then strapped Spiritless to his back and softly gave her a few last reminders. On the villa rooftop, Miaoxiao looked at him with concern. "Brother, are you sure about tracking down those devilish swords yourself? If you are, please be careful. The situation abroad is chaotic, with corrupt cultivators roaming around. Don't eat food from strangers or drink random water. Even heroes can fall to sleeping drugs." Wang Sheng smiled as he ruffled her hair. "Of all the books I gave you, was Water Margin the only one you read?" "Hehe! I read The Three Kingdoms more often!" she said proudly. Wang Sheng pinched her nose in amusement. Although the siblings cultivated separately and seldom met under the same roof, their bond had grown stronger. "Heading out again, Little Fei Yu?" Xi Lian yawned as she wobbled out of the stairwell with a beer bottle in hand. Xiaomiao immediately hurried over to her. "You're too underdressed, Big Sister! My brother can see everything!" "What's there to be afraid of? If your brother gets the better end of it, why would you complain?" Xi Lian yawned again. "I'm so sleepy. How long have I been playing games?" "You will disturb my brother's relationship with Senior Sister if you keep acting this way! Come, let's go take a bath. My brother is leaving for a mission, but he'll be back soon." She quickly shoved the half-immortal fox into the stairwell. Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan smiled quietly at each other. "I'll be taking my leave now, then." Wang Sheng simply nodded. Instead of using his sword, he leaped right into the air. Enchanted power wrapped around him, propelling him across the skies. He was only one great realm away from abandoning sword flight entirely and mastering the Rainbow-Light Flying Technique. The way a cultivator chose to fly depended on the strength and recovery of their enchanted power. At lower cultivations, most used external objects to conserve energy since they could not afford to waste all their power on traveling. Those who had reached the Rebirth Realm—transforming their Nascent Soul into a Primordial Spirit—could draw more deeply on heaven and earth. They naturally flew without objects or practiced the faster "Rainbow-Light Flying Technique." The aircraft opened its hatch and received Wang Sheng into its empty cabin. It then sped southwest. Mu Wanxuan stood on the rooftop for a while, sighed lightly, then walked to a meditation cushion in the corner. She sat cross-legged and continued deducing the changes of yin and yang, hoping to reach her next breakthrough soon. By 10:00 PM, the "Sword-Smashing Squad" had assembled outside a Special Warfare Unit base on the southwestern border. The squad had five members. Wang Sheng, the core of the mission and a Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator, naturally took on the role of captain. Huai Jing, the internet-addicted Buddhist master of Heavenly Dragon Temple, joined as a close-combat expert. He could also purify enemies' minds with Buddhist arts. While Wang Sheng was in secluded cultivation, Huai Jing had made further progress in his Buddhist arts. His realm now was equivalent to the Daoist sects' early-stage Heavenly Abode Realm. If not for Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan's overwhelming brilliance, he would already have been renowned as a leading monk of his generation. Shi Qianzhang and Liu Yunzhi, who were at the Golden Core Realm, were their third and fourth members. Both were outstanding disciples of the talisman sects. Shi Qianzhang specialized in summoning strange creatures with talismans, which made him volatile in combat. Though his combat power occasionally soared, it also plummeted at times. Liu Yunzhi, on the other hand, was steady and reliable. He also had formidable lightning-controlling arts. Within the squad, though, he could only be considered balanced, not exceptional. To their surprise, their fifth member was Dale Cecil, the striking young woman from Gelan. As a priestess who cultivated in the path of divine faith, she seemed out of place among the four. Her combat power could not be expected to amount to much. When Mou Yue personally escorted the dazzling Dale, who was clad in a long skirt, to speak with Wang Sheng, the two Daoists and the monk in the distance all looked dumbfounded. "Why are we bringing a vase along?" Shi Qianzhang blurted. "Should we secretly invite Mu Wanxuan instead? If we need a translator, then we can just bring a professional one. Why drag her with us?" Huai Jing muttered. "Fei Yu and Bu Yu are on the verge of a breakthrough in their relationship. Is this a test of his loyalty?" Liu Yunzhi shook his head. "I have no idea what the higher-ups are planning." "Oh, right, what happened to that knight, Shelley?" Shi Qianzhang asked casually. "I heard the patriarch of the Cecil family rushed over personally and executed Siri Shelley on the spot. The Saros crash also triggered a great purge within the Cecil family. They removed every Dark Faction pawn they could find." Shi Qianzhang crossed his arms, his displeasure in plain view. "What does that have to do with dragging the foreigner along?" "Amitabha." Huai Jing chuckled. "The higher-ups have their own plans to consider. We are only following Fei Yu on this mission. Whether she is Dale or Daisy, pay her little mind." Shi Qianzhang nodded. "Well, you do have a point. Since we're all clinging to greater support, none of us has the right to judge others." Liu Yunzhi could only smile wryly and shake his head. In his eyes, he, Shi Qianzhang, and Huai Jing were already impressively strong, even if they were still far from the strongest cultivators on Earth. Soon, Wang Sheng politely gestured for Dale to join them. At once, the three men put on either gentlemanly or composed smiles, warmly welcoming the elegant Western beauty. Dale pressed a hand to her chest and bowed, speaking fluent Hua language. "Forgive me for being a burden." The three returned the courtesy, all insisting it was no trouble. Wang Sheng merely smirked instead of exposing them. He walked straight to the nearby airstrip, where a large aircraft awaited to fly them over to their first destination. Bringing Dale Cecil along was not merely for appearances or to satisfy the old saying about men and women working better in pairs. It had already been confirmed that thirteen Blood-Dissolving Divine Swords remained scattered across the world. Their mission was to destroy them all. Having gathered all necessary intelligence, the Special Investigation Unit had temporarily locked down the location of every devilish sword. They only required Wang Sheng to strike and eliminate them one by one. The investigation unit initially considered dispatching thirteen squads simultaneously. However, the plan demanded too many experts and posed excessive risks of casualties. In the end, it was rejected. The one who proposed destroying the devilish swords was Wang Sheng,  wielder of Spiritless. Naturally, he was also the only one capable of accomplishing such a feat. Although attacking the devilish swords' locations one by one would alert the enemy, giving them time to relocate the devilish swords, they would still eventually be traced as long as the investigation unit could stay on their trail. Hence, the investigation unit decided to focus on supporting Wang Sheng's squad, providing advice and route planning. They left the execution entirely to the five cultivators. This was where the squad's fifth member would come in. Dale Cecil, a daughter of the Cecil family, was a well-known individual in the Light Faction. Though the Dark Faction had long suppressed the Light Faction, this operation would span the territories of both sides. Having Dale accompany them could provide much-needed assistance and flexibility. In addition, she was fluent in six languages, well-versed in world geography, and trustworthy in both intellect and loyalty. She was also capable of using holy light to heal the wounded and weary. Taking all her skills into consideration, Dale was considerably valuable. She was essentially a really knowledgeable guide. The moment they boarded the aircraft, Shi Qianzhang and Huai Jing noticed a problem. The beautiful woman never once looked at Liu Yunzhi. Her eyes wandered only between Wang Sheng and her phone. Should we invite Mu Wanxuan, after all? No, we should definitely invite her! "Where is our first destination?" Liu Yunzhi asked gently. With a smile, Wang Sheng replied, "The grasslands of Africa." "Eh?" Huai Jing blinked. Shi Qianzhang could not resist singing beside him. "On the green grasslands, my home, the wind blows, the grass bends, and flowers bloom~♪" Wang Sheng naturally understood what Shi Qianzhang was implying. 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