Chapter 47: Night Battle
The three all smiled easily.
Tie Ying continued:
“But our target this time isn’t to slaughter the True Martial Sect, but to come for the True Martial Sect inheritance.”
Tie Long nodded and said:
“That’s right, the primary target is the Scripture Depository. Second Brother, you have the fastest speed. When the time comes, you go to the Scripture Depository. I’ll make noise up front to draw Jiang Baishan and those True Disciples over. If anyone blocks you, quickly deal with them and find the inheritance cultivation methods inside the True Martial Sect.”
“Third Brother, you provide support from the rear. If there’s any noise, support our retreat at any time. Also, keep an eye on the foot of the mountain. If others are also targeting the True Martial Sect and we bump into them, it won’t be good.”
Tie Hu and Tie Ying both nodded.
The three had been infamous for so many years and could still roam freely, inseparable from their tacit coordination.
However, Tie Hu was still somewhat unwilling and said:
“Boss, this Wang guy paid such a huge price to hire us three brothers. It seems this True Martial Sect inheritance is no small thing. Are we just giving it to him like this?”
Tie Long was helpless:
“You oaf, when the time comes, we’ll quietly copy a portion for ourselves. Give one to that Wang guy. If the Old Daoist Dragon Mountain comes out of seclusion full of vigor, they can still draw Old Daoist Dragon Mountain’s attention.”
“The martial world has rumors that Old Daoist Dragon Mountain was able to step into the Core Elixir Realm so quickly, inseparable from the inheritance he obtained back then. This time we have a chance, we must take a good look at it.”
“If it’s really a supreme inheritance, after we snatch it, we’ll flee far to Cangzhou. Could that Wang guy and Old Daoist Dragon Mountain cross thousands of mountains and rivers to find us?”
The three smiled sinisterly.
The night grew darker.
Tie Long checked the time and said coldly:
“Let’s go!”
The three soared through the air like great eagles.
Immediately after, they split into three routes.
Tie Hu crouched near the True Martial Sect mountain gate for support. Tie Long headed straight for the True Martial Sect. As for Tie Ying, he concealed his figure and bided his time.
Not long after.
A rumbling sound rang out, followed by waves of cursing voices.
“What audacity, daring to act presumptuously in my True Martial Sect!”
“Where did this thief come from, courting death!”
“A Gang Yuan Realm expert still hiding his head and showing his tail—let me, Jiang Baishan, meet you!”
More and more True Martial Sect disciples gathered.
Tie Long’s low, hoarse laughter also echoed in the night sky:
“I’ve heard Old Daoist Dragon Mountain is about to die. This lord wants to see if it’s true. Call out Old Daoist Dragon Mountain. You little brats aren’t worthy.”
On the Training Ground.
Streams of firelight gathered from all directions.
Tie Long stood alone with hands behind his back, yet exuding an aura that no army could withstand. He casually shot out a stream of Gang Qi from his fingers, shooting toward an Inner Disciple with astonishing might.
That disciple’s mind went blank. Fortunately, Jiang Baishan from afar struck in time, swinging a wave of Sword Qi that severed the Gang Qi.
Otherwise, that disciple would probably have his head rolling immediately.
Even so, grazed by the Gang Qi, there was a bone-deep wound on his chest.
The gap between Inner Yuan Realm and Gang Qi Realm was too great.
Jiang Baishan’s eyes turned cold as he shouted:
“Everyone, fall back. I’ll deal with him!”
His figure flashed like lightning, charging toward Tie Long.
His words clashed continuously, probing Tie Long’s origins. He was somewhat shocked in his heart, clearly sensing that this black-clothed man had extraordinary strength, with faint leeway to spare.
“Sir, disrupting my True Martial Sect in the dead of night—what exactly is your intent!”
Tie Long only sneered without answering.
So long and Dragon Mountain Daoist still hadn’t appeared—it seemed he really was in closed death seclusion and couldn’t come out. His heart settled.
He even mocked:
“Is this all the True Martial Sect has? All reputation, no substance!”
Jiang Baishan’s face flushed red, but he was powerless. Fortunately, at this time, Xiong Shi and Ye Qinghe along with other True Disciples had arrived.
“Fifth Junior Brother, we’re here to help you!”
The several True Disciples’ strength was indeed not bad.
After joining the battlefield, they immediately restrained Tie Long together, preventing him from harming anyone.
Noise erupted here.
Tie Ying immediately took action over there.
“No signal arrow—looks like Boss is handling it with ease.”
He watched the firelight gathering toward the Training Ground, let out a sinister laugh, then concealed his figure and snuck toward the Scripture Depository.
Tie Ying’s movement technique was very proficient. Gang Qi flowed at his toe tips, crossing vast distances in a single step, easily avoiding the scattered disciples heading to the Training Ground.
But for some reason.
The deeper he went inside, the more a heart-pounding sensation he felt.
As if something was spying on him.
He secretly raised his vigilance.
“Who’s there—get out!”
Finally, unable to bear this maddening feeling, Tie Ying swung casually, bombarding the nearby pavilion.
Gang Yuan exploded, wooden pillars snapping one by one, the pavilion teetering on the verge of collapse.
Tie Ying’s gaze sharpened.
A middle-aged Daoist walked out from the shadows, appearing before him. The Daoist had an utterly ordinary appearance, carrying a large sword on his back.
This Daoist was none other than Ning Qi in disguise.
He had naturally perceived the commotion at the Training Ground up front and wanted to go support, but he hadn’t expected this night raider to be so cunning—feinting to the east while attacking to the west, targeting straight for the Scripture Depository. He had observed for a moment; the person before him was not weak, surely a Gang Yuan Realm.
“Hiding your head and showing your tail—you’ve finally come out.”
Tie Ying grinned ferociously.
But inwardly, his vigilance reached the extreme. He found he couldn’t see through this Daoist.
Ning Qi said calmly:
“I’m afraid you’re the one hiding your head and tail, sir. Visiting my True Martial Sect in the dead of night—what business do you have.”
He had wanted to find a chance for a sneak attack, but a Gang Yuan Realm expert’s perception was extraordinary. He had no chance to get close. This person deliberately destroyed things just to force him out.
“Need to end this quickly.”
His senior brothers were still fighting up front—Ning Qi couldn’t waste time.
Tie Ying was just about to reply.
But he discovered that the Daoist charged over without a word, completely disregarding the script. His hair stood on end, a sense of crisis enveloping his heart. To have such intimidating presence, it had to be another Gang Yuan Realm.
“The True Martial Sect actually hides a master like this? That Wang guy screwed me!”
Tie Ying roared inwardly, Gang Qi erupting fully.
Streams of Fist Gang and Claw Gang blasted through the air, faintly emitting eagle cries in the night sky. He was named Flying Eagle, excelling in movement technique, but his strength was no weak either. The Heavenly Eagle True Gang he cultivated was incomparably sharp. At this moment, each strand of Gang Qi pierced the air, carrying an extremely powerful aura.
But the next instant.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
He saw the opposing Daoist hadn’t even manifested Gang Qi, merely swinging the large sword casually, shattering all the Gang Qi.
But immediately after, Tie Ying was furious:
“A Gang Yuan Realm expert, not manifesting Gang Qi—do you intend to toy with me?”
His eyes turned cold, his figure diving like an eagle. Heavenly Eagle True Gang excelled most in close combat. He wanted to give this arrogant Daoist a taste of his colors.
Ning Qi was secretly marveling at how truly excellent the Dragon Owl Sword was. At this moment, seeing the opposing black-clothed man provoked into charging over, he couldn’t help but smile inwardly.
For Gang Yuan Realm, the most troublesome part for him was that Gang Qi could shoot from dozens of zhang away.
If the opponent fought him at range.
He would need some effort to close in.
But now.
Tie Ying didn’t know Ning Qi’s foundation and instead rushed over.
It was rather like waving hello to the King of Hell.
