A piece of perilla leaf

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger.
As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated.
When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise.
But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)?
Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?"
"Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan."
"The direction must be clear."
"We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!"
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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

The river's hue stretches unbroken, boundless eons clear and serene. My heart swells with the surging tides, as the times rise with the waves.


Lin'an, by the banks of the Qiantang River.


The river wind fills the sky, the sound of waves thundering, Ren Woxing clad in white, sits cross-legged at the windy riverside, his hair sprinkled with white, dancing wildly in the wind.


He gazes at the river's surface, seeing the white birds in graceful flight, distant sails returning to their oars.


The August tides are grand, yet at this twilight of autumn, their vastness is scarcely seen.


It seems to correspond with the journey of his life, the grandest tide of Jianghu that belonged to him, is no longer within reach.


Many a year has passed in dreams of the vast sea, with the heart of a twilight hero growing late.


Ren Woxing roars, his powerful Inner Strength creating an explosion on the surrounding waters, but as the next wave crashes, no trace of him can be seen.


Chapter 178: Yin-Yang Creation (8.099k!)