Traveling a Thousand Miles Is Better Than Reading Ten Thousand Books

It was the first time Joe Di witnessed such a powerful cultivator in action, and he was secretly shaken. Even if he reached the Void Spirit Stage, facing Red Quay, he would probably have no choice but to flee—this man was simply too strong.

Just as Joe Di thought Don Rightblade would dodge using his movement technique, Don Rightblade’s hands formed gestures that blossomed like flowers in the air, unleashing hundreds of sword rays with each flourish.

At first, Joe Di believed this was some kind of spell or secret technique from Don Rightblade. But when his divine sense saw clearly, he realized these sword rays were all real—Don Rightblade had summoned at least hundreds of longswords at once.

Joe Di was even more astonished. A cultivator’s divine sense is limited—being able to control three magic treasures for attack and defense in a battle already marks someone as a spiritual powerhouse. But to summon hundreds of swords at once like Don Rightblade? That should be impossible.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The iron hammers and hundreds of sword rays collided, but the scene that onlookers expected—Red Quay tearing through the thin swords—didn’t happen. Instead, Red Quay’s twin hammers were entangled by Don Rightblade’s sword array.

How was this even possible?

Joe Di’s divine sense was strong. Although Red Quay and Don Rightblade far surpassed him in power, his divine sense could still see the truth: Don Rightblade was using an array—specifically, a sword array.

Seeing Don Rightblade use the sword array to wrap up Red Quay’s massive iron hammers, Joe Di was truly enlightened. He had always thought arrays were just for support, but now he realized they could be used directly in combat. Clearly, Don Rightblade’s mastery of sword arrays and divine sense was extraordinary. The hundreds of swords cycled within the array, surely supported by some secret technique, so he didn’t have to invest overwhelming divine sense.

If he ever had the chance to talk with Don Rightblade, it would surely be a rewarding experience.

Indeed, traveling ten thousand miles is better than reading ten thousand books.

If he hadn’t left the small Aurora Continent, he would never have witnessed such a spectacular duel.

Red Quay’s true essence surged around him. Amid his furious roar, his twin iron hammers were about to tear through Don Rightblade’s sword array. Joe Di was a master of arrays; though he didn’t know how Don Rightblade used his divine sense to maintain the array, he recognized it as a fifth-rank Rainveil Array. Modified into a sword array for combat, it was simply perfect.

Clearly, Don Rightblade’s true essence wasn’t as deep as Red Quay’s. Red Quay’s hammers were about to break free from the sword array.

If Red Quay’s hammers escaped the sword array, Don Rightblade would surely lose.

Almost everyone thought Don Rightblade had lost. A murderous glint flashed in Red Quay’s eyes—he clearly intended to finish Don Rightblade off the moment his hammers broke free.

Joe Di frowned. If this were anywhere else, he would have attacked Red Quay without hesitation. Even though he didn’t know the rules here, he could guess that if he interfered while Dao Rankings elites fought, he’d be doomed. Unfortunately, Don Rightblade’s skills were limited—the sword array could only wrap up Red Quay’s hammers, not Red Quay himself. Otherwise, even several Red Quays would be finished.

It looked like he was about to run. Red Quay was far stronger than him—trying to kill him when he was prepared would be a fool’s dream.

Don Rightblade seemed to sense the danger. With a long howl, his vital blood roiled, and another hundred sword rays swept up. These sword rays instantly fused into the fifth-rank Rainveil Sword Array, doubling its killing power and complexity.

A sixth-rank Stormblade Sword Array? Joe Di immediately recognized it—this was a Stormblade Formation transformed into a sword array. Clearly, Don Rightblade’s array skills were impressive; he was at least a Grand Arraymaster.

Joe Di guessed Don Rightblade’s true essence and divine sense were lacking; otherwise, he wouldn’t need to burn vital blood just to unleash the sixth-rank Stormblade Sword Array.

The iron hammers that were about to break free from the Rainveil Sword Array were suppressed once more. Red Quay’s expression changed, and he threw a punch.

Bang! The punch struck Don Rightblade’s defensive true essence. Don Rightblade spat out a stream of blood, and the crimson longsword on his back transformed into a red beam, sweeping toward Red Quay.

The crowd was electrified. No one expected Red Quay and Don Rightblade’s battle to be so thrilling and swift—victory or defeat was about to be decided in just moments. Clearly, both were fighting at full strength, with no wasted moves.

Red Quay grunted, his true essence surging. He reached out and grabbed another spiked warhammer.

Joe Di merely sneered inwardly. He knew Don Rightblade had already won. Even though Red Quay’s true essence far surpassed Don Rightblade’s, now was not the time to attack—he should be thinking about dodging and defending. This fool wanted a flashy victory and kept attacking Don Rightblade; if that isn’t courting death, what is? Don Rightblade burned vital blood to unleash the Stormblade Formation—he wouldn’t stop here.

Sure enough, just as Red Quay grabbed the spiked warhammer and was about to attack, the Stormblade Sword Array wrapped around his twin hammers suddenly erupted in a frenzy of sword rays. These rays, like a tornado, tore straight through Red Quay’s protective true essence.

Red Quay realized the danger instantly, but before he could react, the crimson longsword—now a red beam—swept across his neck.

Red Quay’s head hit the ground, and only then did blood gush out. In that moment, his mind was still thinking: If only he had three more breaths—no, even just one...

Don Rightblade swept up Red Quay’s ring, then his figure flickered and vanished outside Heaven’s Way City.

"Amazing!" Only after Don Rightblade had been gone for a long while did Gai Tenfield finally sigh in admiration.

Then, as if remembering something, he turned to Joe Di and said, "Brother Joe Di, you’re way too bold. If Don Rightblade hadn’t intervened earlier, Red Quay would have killed you—he’s notorious for slaughter."

"Thanks, Brother Tenfield. I’ll be more careful in the future. I’m off to rent a cave abode—let me know when you’re leaving." Joe Di patted Gai Tenfield to show he understood. Though he knew Red Quay couldn’t have killed him, he still decided to be more cautious from now on.

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Having nearly been killed by Red Quay, Joe Di was all the more determined to improve his strength.

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The prices for cave abodes at Fivefold Pavilion were indeed steep—the top-tier ones cost several hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones per month. Joe Di couldn’t afford that, so he rented a cave abode for fifty thousand mid-grade spirit stones per month.

This price was considered mid-range among all the cave abodes at Fivefold Pavilion.

The main reason was that Joe Di had a surplus of mid-grade spirit stones. At his current cultivation level, training with them was inefficient, so he might as well spend them.

Though the cave abode wasn’t cheap, its spiritual energy was extremely dense. At this price, it didn’t come with a courtyard, but it did have two training chambers inside.

Joe Di entered the training chamber, set up a simple defensive array, and pulled out a pile of high-grade spirit stones. He was determined to break through to late-stage Nascent Soul before anything else.

Joe Di’s cultivation was never quiet, and here he didn’t even bother with a Spirit Gathering Array. As he trained, a massive vortex of spiritual energy formed right outside his cave abode.

Fortunately, in Heaven’s Way City, spiritual energy vortices like this were common—many cultivators here were stronger than Joe Di, and their vortices were even larger. His wasn’t excessive by comparison.

After nearly three months and burning through a mountain of spirit stones, Joe Di advanced to the sixth layer of the Soul Ancestor Stage.

Joe Di stopped cultivating. The further he advanced, the harder it was to break through. His Stellar Meridian was like a giant millstone—no matter how much spiritual energy he absorbed, it could grind it all down.

The World Tome was too vast, and it involved fluctuations in cosmic laws. In his cave abode at Fivefold Pavilion, Joe Di didn’t dare study it.

He figured Gai Tenfield would contact him soon, and then he’d head to Fivefold City. Fivefold City was the largest cultivation city in the Central Realm and the biggest among the Five Continents. Whether he joined Green Sect or not, he had to deepen his understanding of the great sects.

To understand the great sects, the best way was through the Scripture Pavilion of Skyblade Sect.

Skyblade Sect had once been a top-tier sect; its Scripture Pavilion surely held the knowledge he sought.

Joe Di studied all the memory stones on arraycraft and blade techniques from Skyblade Sect. Besides these, the sect also had introductions to various cultivation arts and technique stones.

As Joe Di examined each memory stone, he quickly grasped what a great sect truly was. A real great sect wasn’t just what Aurora Continent called top, first-class, or second-class sects.

True great sects were strictly ranked, from One-Star up to Nine-Star. One-Star sects were the weakest, usually just family clans. Only Seven-Star and above were considered great sects; Nine-Star was the very pinnacle.

A sect like Xinghe Sect was at best a Three-Star sect, while the Qi Family Trading House barely qualified as a Five-Star clan.

Those Eight-Star and Nine-Star sects were led by Ascendants, and their elders were mostly Soul Ancestors or stronger.

Sect rankings were one thing, and Joe Di had expected as much. But when he pulled out a memory stone on divine sense, he was stunned.

Only after seeing this memory stone did Joe Di realize that divine sense was also graded. Besides being called spiritual sense, it was also known as mental power. The first level was called First-Grade Divine Sense, and as it grew stronger, it could reach up to Tenth-Grade.

Holding the memory stone, Joe Di was eager to know what grade his own divine sense had reached.

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