Chapter 61: Cihang Enlightenment
His palm had yet to arrive, but the finger force condensed in front of Li Weiyi’s palm had already compressed the air into a depression and fallen down.
“Bang!”
Lu Can’s perception and battle experience were exceptionally sharp. Even in the enveloping darkness, the tiger claw he swiftly struck out still precisely collided with Li Weiyi’s palm.
That terrifying power from the opponent pressed down once more.
Lu Can only felt as if his tiger claw and arm no longer belonged to him, losing sensation. In the next instant, the heavy palm force struck heavily on his chest.
“Puff!”
Lu Can’s three-meter-tall tiger-like body flew backwards.
Before he could land and steady himself, Li Weiyi stepped on silver magic power mist to chase after him, pointing like a sword that pierced through his brow, shattering his skull.
This was Ci Hang Kai Guang from the Chan Sect Twelve Loose Hands, a type of finger seal.
When executing this move just now, Li Weiyi vaguely felt that magic power in his right index and middle fingers wanted to intertwine and condense into a strand of energy leaving the body to fly out. But due to lack of follow-up power, the finger force failed to take shape.
He secretly guessed that once he opened Seven Springs, or Eight Springs, and his body’s magic power became even more abundant, this move would likely undergo some wondrous changes.
The veins extending from the Danzhong Sixth Spring increased to six paths.
Li Weiyi heard the wind with his ears, turned, and struck out with both palms toward the two Seven Springs Martial Cultivators charging through the air with their war swords.
Behind him, with a “boom,” Lu Can crashed three zhang away, blood and brains surging from his brow, unable to stand again.
“Bang! Bang!”
The war swords in the hands of the two Seven Springs Martial Cultivators were snapped by the slap. Amid Li Weiyi’s flashing shifts, his hands had already grabbed one man’s head, followed by the crisp sound of neck bones shattering.
The corpse was thrown out, smashing toward the other Seven Springs Martial Cultivator who held only a broken sword.
That Seven Springs Martial Cultivator caught his companion’s corpse, from whose mouth blood kept surging. Not knowing if it was his first time participating in such cruel slaughter, he let out a shrill scream. Then, hugging the corpse, he fled toward the shore like a madman, with faint sobs and cries.
Judging by the scream and figure, it seemed like a young woman.
These two were probably sect disciples!
Li Weiyi was too lazy to pursue and kill. He clearly knew tonight’s situation was very off— the City Defense Camp had shrunk back without emerging, which wasn’t something the Chang Lin Gang or Yang Yun could achieve.
Thus, after charging out of the encirclement through the gap, he did not linger in battle, heading straight for Yang Yun.
Seize back the Yellow Dragon Sword and leave immediately.
Other magic tools could be abandoned, but not the Yellow Dragon Sword.
Yang Yun saw Li Weiyi’s intent, smiled, moved lightly like a swallow, and swiftly rushed toward the Silver Horned Elk Carriage on the shore, saying, “If you want the sword, catch up to me and it’s yours. Block him for ten breaths for me, and tomorrow come to the Yang Clan for one hundred thousand silver coins.”
His second sentence was directed at Murong Xiao atop the mast.
“What a profitable business.”
Murong Xiao spread the black wings on her back, held a three-meter giant bow, and dove toward Li Weiyi, who was pursuing Yang Yun across fishing boats.
“Block me for ten breaths— do you have that strength?”
Li Weiyi coldly glanced sideways at the incoming black shadow, executed Qing Xu Cicada Escape Step, stepped on magic power silver mist, shifted his body three chi to the right, then soared into the sky, appearing above Murong Xiao.
Murong Xiao had been too high up before, too far to clearly see how Li Weiyi repeatedly evaded her long arrows.
This time the distance was close enough; she finally saw clearly.
His movement technique was too uncanny— she could see it clearly, yet could not evade.
Li Weiyi struck down with a palm from above. Murong Xiao exerted all her strength to barely twist her body in time, counterattacking with a palm.
“Bang!”
The mighty palm force sent Murong Xiao plummeting, her body smashing through a wooden boat. From the cabin immediately came the clanging sounds of pots, bowls, and debris falling.
In the end, Murong Xiao relied on her unique flight advantage and the Magic Tool Giant Bow for her high ranking in Seven Springs Hall.
Without these two major advantages, her combat power was slightly inferior to Yao Zheng Sheng and Lu Can.
Yang Yun reached the shore and leaped onto the Silver Horned Elk Carriage. Waving to Li Weiyi, still ten zhang away, he laughed, “Want to take back this magic tool war sword? Follow me back to Jiu Li City?”
“Pa!”
He cracked the whip.
The Silver Horned Elk, pained, charged madly forward with its hooves.
These exotic beasts could directly breathe and absorb heaven and earth’s magic, dissolving the energy of laws into their blood, constantly evolving and refining their physical bodies.
“Think you can leave that easily?”
Li Weiyi mobilized magic power, causing it to leave the body and form qi.
The three-inch small knife Yang Yun had previously struck out had sliced Li Weiyi’s neck, penetrated seven or eight meters through the wooden boat, and nailed into a thick mast.
Now, it was pulled by the magic energy into Li Weiyi’s hand.
In an instant, he executed the flying needles technique he had practiced since childhood. With a whoosh, the three-inch small knife became a bright light spot, streaking across the water and night.
Twenty zhang away, the Silver Horned Elk let out a shrill wail, its head pierced. The gilded carriage behind it rushed down the embankment, tumbling and rolling continuously.
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“How is this possible?”
Yang Qingxi’s beautiful eyes fixed on the shore. She never imagined that obscure, servant-like boy, at a glance, had sent three Top Hundred Martial Artists flying.
Even if aided by magic tools, such combat power was still remarkable.
The key was, as a Spring Gushing Realm Martial Cultivator, he was neither a Pure Immortal Body nor from a prominent background— how did he possess several magic tools?
Even honored figures like Li Ling and Yang Yun did not.
Too many unreasonable points, no wonder Yang Qingxi lost composure.
Though Li Weiyi’s performance was stunning, which of those present had not been stunning in their youth? It was just a flash; they quickly returned to business.
Master Yuzhen smiled, “Young Lady Yang, this minor matter is enough to make you lose composure? What we’re doing is earth-shattering, changing heaven and earth. This poor monk now seriously doubts if you have the authority to represent the Sui Sect.”
“Losing composure isn’t scary; what’s scary is losing control of your bladder… ah…” An irreverent childish voice rang out inappropriately.
Shi Jiuzhai immediately slapped the little fatty, who was talking nonsense and gorging himself, face-first into the plate, then gave an awkward smile to the glaring Yang Qingxi.
Were these words to be said to her face?
Yang Qingxi quickly recovered her reason, not wanting to lose poise before this crowd of demons and heretics and be underestimated. “Speak— what exactly is the identity of the person you brought? How credible are his words?”
Master Yuzhen spoke startling words without fear, smiling, “Elder Li is a top-ten powerhouse in the Jiu Li tribe. You, a junior, dare to question him?”
Yang Qingxi, Shi Jiuzhai, including the dragon-named man, all showed shock in their eyes and turned to gaze at the mysterious old man wrapped in a wide black robe.
Master Yuzhen said, “Coffin Mountain can pull Elder Li into the game— I ask you all, do we have the qualification to conspire on this great matter?”
Top ten in Jiu Li tribe must be among the nine great tribe leaders or Nine Great Priests.
This was far from simple!
Shi Jiuzhai sighed in admiration, slapping the table and laughing, “Coffin Mountain is truly extravagant— didn’t expect the Jiu Li tribe’s upper echelons to be infiltrated.”
The black-robed mysterious old man spoke steadily and faintly, “This old man knows the Jiu Li tribe’s interior has long decayed and cannot survive this calamity. Rather than being exterminated by you all, ending with men as slaves and women as prostitutes, better to adopt a circuitous strategy to save the tribe. After this calamity, at least Jiu Li tribe won’t be completely erased. Thus, I answer to the ancestors above and the descendants below.”
Shi Jiuzhai didn’t know if this Jiu Li elder truly thought so or was forcibly subdued by Coffin Mountain— it no longer mattered; he secretly admired him twice in his heart.
Yang Qingxi and the dragon-named man thought the same.
They didn’t find the Li-surnamed elder laughable, only found Coffin Mountain terrifying.
The black-robed mysterious old man said, “As for exactly how much strength remains in Jiu Li Hidden Sect, this old man is not too clear. But I believe that charging into war without clarifying this will cost you all a price you cannot bear.”
“Does Elder Li have a way to find Jiu Li Hidden Sect and ascertain their strength?” Yang Qingxi asked.
The black-robed mysterious old man said, “Every year, the Nine Great Tribes select one or several young men to send to Jiu Li Hidden Sect. The time to send people this year is already near. If you all trust this old man, delay the attack plan, scout the Hidden Sect clearly before acting— wouldn’t that be more assured?”
Yang Qingxi and Shi Jiuzhai felt this elder might not be trustworthy, or it could be Jiu Li’s delaying tactic, their gazes turning to Master Yuzhen.
Master Yuzhen was also uncertain if this Jiu Li elder was trustworthy, looking toward the White-Clad Hermit.
The White-Clad Hermit’s appearance had changed somewhat compared to when eating noodles yesterday, only the string of blood-red prayer beads in his hand unchanged. His gaze had always been fixed on the shore’s slaughter, speaking calmly and leisurely, “Elder Li, bring out the person you’re preparing to send to Jiu Li Hidden Sect, let everyone have a look.”
“Li Qing!”
The black-robed mysterious old man called lowly.
From behind him emerged a tall, thin youth who appeared seventeen or eighteen, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes. Facing these tycoons present, he showed no discomfort at all.
The black-robed mysterious old man said, “Li Qing has already opened Nine Springs within his body. Sending him to Jiu Li Hidden Sect gives a great chance to become this generation’s Hidden Person, probing the Hidden Sect’s secrets will naturally be effortless.”
“Opened Nine Springs— real or fake?” Shi Jiuzhai was both curious and shocked.
Nine Springs Martial Cultivators could be called Supreme Persons, extremely rare; no matter how strong one’s cultivation, they would look twice.
At this moment, the battle on the shore changed again. The mysteriously besieged youth had broken through the encirclement and even shot dead Yang Yun’s mount, his ferocious might overwhelming.
These tycoons on the ship were all drawn to the battlefield there, momentarily forgetting to continue deliberations.
Chang Lin Gang Leader Xu Changlin and Deputy Gang Leader Tang Yan arrived at the main hall door, requesting battle, “Young Lady, the situation has changed. Young Master Yun is in danger— Xu Changlin requests to fight!”
“Tang Yan will surely behead that junior.”
Yang Qingxi couldn’t keep face. Originally a amusing show to demonstrate Sui Sect’s influence in Jiu Li City unafraid of all, now it had backfired, losing face before all factions.
She was just about to dispatch these two Five Seas Realm Experts to clean up the mess.
The White-Clad Hermit’s calm voice sounded from outside the door, “Such a good show— if Five Seas Realm joins in, it loses all meaning!”
She saw more clearly than anyone: that boy who treated her to noodles had broken not the Eighth Spring or Ninth Spring, but the Danzhong Sixth Spring.
This somewhat exceeded her understanding!
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