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  Wei Ziming's mouth curled up with a faint smile, his tone neither warm nor cold, but with a hint of sarcasm. Wei Ziyang, the fourth son, heard this and suddenly felt his blood boiling, glaring at Wei Ziming with a fierce gaze, and said in a low voice, "Old Eight, I now think your behavior is abnormal and unusual. Is it normal for an ordinary person to browse through martial arts secret manuals? And what's more, you're browsing through the top-level martial arts secret manual. I hope you won't harbor resentment towards our Wei family because of personal reasons and do something that will harm our family."

  "Old Eight, Old Fourth is also kind enough to remind you, yet you show such disrespect to your elders. Although what Old Fourth said was unpleasant to hear, but given the current state of being a useless person, and still having an unyielding spirit, I think he's desperate for cultivation to the point of madness. A madman can do anything, so I think Old Fourth's concerns are not entirely unfounded, and it's possible that such thoughts have occurred to him." Old Three Wei Zi Feng looked at Wei Zi Ming's lukewarm attitude, looking at Wei Zi Ming's face which was already familiar to the point of being too familiar, just like seeing the lofty Wei Zi Wu.

  He was a few years younger than himself, but his cultivation had reached a point where he couldn't help but look up to him. He felt a sudden sense of displeasure in his heart and looked at Wei Ziming with cold eyes.

  Although Wei Zifeng's tone seemed relatively calm, the aggressive meaning contained in it was revealed without any disguise.

  "Lao San, you're not much better either. From the moment you opened your mouth to now, almost every sentence has had the words 'waste person' in it. The strong bully the weak, and the weak are bullied by the strong. I think these two words 'waste person' suit you quite well." Wei Ziming glanced at Lao San with a faint smile, then coldly laughed.

  Wei Ziming's right hand fingers, however, kept stroking the fine marks that he had just cut out with his sword tip, a joyful yet sarcastic smile floating on his face.

  "Hmph! Old Eight, you've really become abnormal. A useless person like you is actually showing a pleased expression. Someone who was once so obsessed with cultivation, after their meridians were broken and their powers were completely destroyed, would still show such an expression... it's just not normal. Fourth Brother, I think we need to report this to the elders, lest Old Eight really does something that brings shame to the Wei family." Third Brother glared at Wei Ziming, who was still lukewarm in his attitude and had a piercing sarcastic smile on his face. Enraged, he coldly snorted and immediately ignored Wei Ziming, treating him like a madman, and spoke to Fourth Brother Wei Zi Yang instead.

  "Hmph! You two have nothing to say, I won't accompany you in selecting secret recipes here." Wei Ziming didn't have anything good to say about these two people either. He directly ignored the two of them and stood up from the book table, passing by them shoulder-to-shoulder as he walked towards the corridor.

  Lao San and Lao Si watched as Wei Ziming walked out of the secret library, exchanged a glance, and revealed a look of astonishment on their faces. Lao Si, Wei Ziyang, spoke up, "Lao Ba has changed, he's different from before. It feels like there's an extra layer of confidence on him now. A useless person actually has such a demeanor, it's really strange."

  "Ah! Maybe it's because he's been through a lot and is acting abnormally. When someone goes crazy to the extreme, who knows what will happen? Forget it, don't bother with him, let's focus on our own affairs!" Lao San Wei Zi shook his head slightly.

  Wei Ziming walked out of the library, returned to his own courtyard, took out the steel-textured sword from the practice room, and then headed towards the outskirts of the manor. Feeling that he had already grasped the "Furious Sword Tip" technique he had just learned, Wei Ziming thought of going to a deserted place outside to try it out and see if he really mastered this top-level martial skill.

  In the vicinity of Wei's village, there are no other people living in the surrounding areas because these places belong to the Wei family. A few miles eastward, you can see some civilian houses scattered here and there, and as you go further east, the houses become more densely populated. At the easternmost end is the only county town nearby, Huangsha City.

  Wei Ziming wanted to choose a place with sparse population, except for the east side of Wei's village, all other directions were a good choice, because Wei's village was in the suburbs.

  As this is the edge of the desert, the plants that grow here are some exceptionally drought-resistant hardwoods. Moreover, these trees do not grow densely together, and from a distance, each mountain peak looks like a bald head, with a patch of hair here and there.

  On a mountain peak in the west, Wei Ziming transformed into a swift shadow and flew by. Two days ago, Wei Zimming's body was still in a weak period, and every step felt like it took great effort, with cold sweat pouring down. But at this moment, Wei Zimming's cultivation had recovered, and he successfully broke through to the fourth level of cultivation. Even sprinting on the sandy mountain terrain didn't feel laborious at all.

  After a while, Wei Ziming finally arrived at the destination of this trip, where the mysterious statue landed. The deep pit that was smashed out by the mysterious statue still remained in its original place. However, compared to two days ago, this pit had become much shallower. This was because the sand and gravel around it had gradually fallen into the pit due to wind movement. It is believed that after a few more days, this pit will be filled with sand and gravel.

  Wei Ziming obtained the mysterious statue in this place, so when he wanted to find a trial ground, he almost instinctively chose this place.

  Looking at the already shallow profundity, suddenly, Wei Ziming had a special emotion, he didn't want to destroy this place, because the mysterious sculpture that changed his life was obtained here, Wei Ziming actually felt a sense of gratitude towards this place, which seemed very strange.

  Finally, Wei Ziming ran continuously over several hills and arrived at an unfamiliar place. Here was a small cliff formed by sandstone, with a single dry wood growing on the cliff, its dense roots covering the entire sandstone cliff in an exaggerated posture.

  The formation of the small cliff should be due to these tree roots, only these dense tree roots can fix the loose sandy soil, and this small cliff is the place where Wei Ziming chooses to test his martial arts skills.

  Wei Ziming stood in front of the small cliff, took a look at it, and then closed his eyes to adjust his state. Although this was just a trial, Wei Ziming still chose to adjust his state to its best condition. He knew that good habits would be a great help to himself, so he paid close attention to every detail when making a move.

  After a brief moment, Wei Ziming's breathing, spirit and physical strength all adjusted to their best state. His closed eyes slowly opened, revealing bright and clear pupils that shone with a hint of sharpness. The steel sword in his hand was also slowly drawn out by Wei Ziming, as a sharp aura rippled across his body.

  As the long sword was drawn, the sharp aura grew thicker and more piercing, as if countless transparent blades filled the space around Wei Ziming, and the surrounding space seemed like a sheet of ice water, with an icy chill that turned into sharp shards everywhere, giving rise to a thrilling sensation, a feeling as if dancing on the blade.

  As the steel sword was drawn out, the originally cold white light on the sword body had retracted its due chill, and the silver-white sword body transformed into a crimson red color with Wei Ziming's inner energy movement. The sword body seemed to be stained with blood, all red, and the crimson glow also retracted onto the sword body, losing the red fluorescence that should have appeared.

  Although the sword had lost its luster, Wei Ziming's sharp aura seemed even more piercing, giving people a cutting sensation on their skin. Suddenly, Wei Ziming let out a low shout and his right hand, which was holding the sword, made a slashing motion.

  The red long sword suddenly burst out a crimson sword aura, which flashed and disappeared in an instant, shooting towards the small cliff in front at an extremely fast speed. Almost instantly, this crimson sword aura silently disappeared, and the sharp aura on Weizi Ming's body also disappeared along with it.

  On the small cliff in front, a gash as thin as a hair appeared, and it was unknown how far this gash extended into the cliff. The only thing that could be seen was that the tree roots on this gash were silently cut in two.

  Wei Ziming gazed at the slash in front of him, and what he could feel was that the crimson sword aura he had just released was extremely condensed, and it also possessed an extremely fast speed, which was why it was able to silently cut out a slash of unknown depth, only as wide as a hair, on this small cliff.

  Just as Wei Ziming was about to move forward, wanting to observe the gash at close range and understand how deep it went into the cliff, the dense and complex roots covering the cliff suddenly burst into flames. Red flames instantly filled the entire cliff, like a flame mural. The drought-resistant trees on top of the cliff were also engulfed by the flames rising from below. In an instant, this tree was burned to ashes, along with its roots buried in the gravel, all turned into black powder.

  "This is the result of the power of the flame on Jianmang!" Wei Ziming went forward to examine the cliff when the flames had almost burned out, and found that the mud and sand that made up the entire cliff were all emitting a faint red glow, as if they wanted to melt, filled with scorching air.

  Suddenly, some faint sounds entered Wei Ziming's ears. Wei Ziming's expression changed instantly and his body flashed away from the cliff. In the next moment, the entire cliff collapsed. This cliff made of sandstone, after losing the tree roots that served as its framework, naturally began to loosen and collapse.

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