Chapter 112: The Impossible Feat
The Mang Mountain Grand Sacrifice of the Jiu Li Tribe is held every four years, allocating the number of Blood Sea coffin scooping operations for the next four years based on the performance of cultivators from each tribe in the grand sacrifice.
Otherworld Coffins represent the most important piece of benefit for the Nine Great Tribes, yet they are always allocated unevenly.
This approach serves both to prevent the Nine Great Tribes from falling back into vicious cycles of infighting among their higher-ups, ultimately allowing outsiders to profit and nurture traitor vassals like the Four Great Sects. It also aims to select true young Heavenly Prodigies, concentrate resources on their cultivation, infuse the new generation with vitality, and rekindle the name of the ten-million-year Ancient Clan.
This year’s situation is special. Two Nine Springs Supreme Persons who had already participated in the Mang Mountain Grand Sacrifice four years ago are also in the team, responsible for protecting the new generation seedlings who are just over ten years old.
Both of them are already injured, joining Yin Twenty-Five and Yao Yin to resist the pursuit and killing by strong enemies like Yang Yun and Lu Dingsheng at the Nine Springs level.
One of the Jiu Li Tribe’s Nine Springs Supreme Persons had his left arm severed, retreating while fighting, and said with a heavy mood, “Our side’s battle is fierce, with killing cries shaking the heavens, yet Cang Li and the others haven’t turned back to join us. Could it really be as Yang Yun said earlier, that the Four Great Sects’ dog bastards are mainly targeting the Five Seas Realm side?”
The other Nine Springs Supreme Person from the Jiu Li Tribe, injured in the leg and limping, said, “Don’t think too much. Cang Li is the Number One Person of Li Zhou’s younger generation; even all the Four Great Sects combined are no match for him.”
Yang Yun laughed loudly while pursuing and killing, “Haha! The Four Great Sects have experts as numerous as clouds, rising like the morning sun, brimming with youthful vigor—how could your decaying and rotten Jiu Li Tribe compare? Soon, there will be no more Jiu Li Tribe in Li Zhou; the Sui Sect will be the master of Li Zhou. And San Chen Palace will be Li Zhou’s second sect.”
Yao Yin and Yin Twenty-Five were unaffected by Yang Yun’s words, knowing that the Hidden Sect had long made deployments, and Yin Nine and the others must have already gone to the path into Zangxian Town from the Five Seas Realm side.
With them there, if the Four Great Sects wanted to wipe out a generation of the Jiu Li Tribe, they would likely have to pay with a generation of their own.
Compared to the battlefield on the Five Seas Realm side, what Yao Yin and Yin Twenty-Five were more worried about was Li Weiyi.
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Li Weiyi had a clear understanding of his own strength and the enemy’s strength.
The five great experts before his eyes.
The most dangerous, without doubt, was Wang Daozhen of the Five Seas Realm Second Realm.
The five realms of the Five Seas Realm differ vastly in combat power with each realm advancement. Wang Daozhen, known as one of the top three outstanding persons of the Sui Sect Wang Clan’s younger generation, was naturally not at Seven Springs Breaking Five Seas.
In that courtyard of the Chang Lin Gang, Li Weiyi had taken one palm from him, been beaten into severe injury by that single palm, directly losing combat power and becoming a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Even though Li Weiyi had now broken through to Nine Springs, he absolutely did not believe that with his current cultivation, he could be Wang Daozhen’s opponent.
The realm gap was too vast!
But here, he had three major advantages.
First, the invisibility and speed of the high-grade Magic Tool Night-walking Clothes.
Second, Wang Daozhen had consumed a massive amount of Magic Energy breaking the formation.
Third, this place was very close to the Five Seas Realm Boundary, where the mysterious energy suppressing Five Seas Realm Martial Cultivators permeated heaven and earth everywhere. Wang Daozhen’s combat power must be greatly discounted.
Besides Wang Daozhen, the next most dangerous was that Sui Sect Great Mind Master, whose rune proficiency had nearly placed Li Weiyi in mortal peril earlier.
The Five Seas Realm expert from San Chen Palace who had broken the formation alongside Wang Daozhen was no less dangerous than the Sui Sect Great Mind Master; the iron booklet in his hand was clearly no low-grade Magic Tool.
As for the remaining Leopard-like Deformed Humanoid Race Five Seas Realm and the San Chen Palace Insect Tamer, they too were formidable in strength, each with their specialties.
At any other time, Li Weiyi would have already fled.
But not today.
Fortunately, the seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors were restraining the Leopard-like Deformed Humanoid Race and the Great Mind Master, so this battle was still winnable. As long as he blocked the five for a short time, allowing the Jiu Li Tribe’s young Martial Cultivators to escape into the Five Seas Realm Boundary, it would count as victory.
“Chen Jingtang! You and Master Liu must slay all the Jiu Li Tribe’s Spring Gushing Realm Martial Cultivators without letting them escape into the Five Seas Realm Boundary. Otherwise, when we return, it will be a path to death. Leave that kid to me!”
Wang Daozhen felt immense pressure and clearly understood what mission failure meant.
If they could not establish great merit by slaying a generation of the Jiu Li Tribe, with the death of the Demon King’s sixth generation grandson, the four Five Seas Realm Martial Cultivators from their Four Great Sects would be hard-pressed to escape blame and would surely become sacrificial victims.
Insect Tamer Master Liu controlled the Iron-eating Ant insect swarm to pursue the Jiu Li Tribe’s young Martial Cultivators who had lost the protection of the formation light gauze, occasionally emitting laughter from his mouth, enjoying the pleasure of the hunt.
Those thirteen- or fourteen-year-old young Martial Cultivators of the Jiu Li Tribe were overtaken by the dense black insect swarm; their sword swings had no effect. After several cries of agony, they were gnawed into a pile of White Bones.
Li Weiyi knew that Gao Huan and Cai Yutong were among that group of young Martial Cultivators.
There was no other way to deal with an Insect Tamer except to kill the tamer as quickly as possible, rather than confronting the insect swarm.
Li Weiyi channeled Magic Energy into the Corpse Clothes Soft Armor; in the next instant, his body was completely enveloped in a cloud of blood vitality mist, giving a sensation of eerie and malevolent strangeness. He charged into the insect swarm, raising his sword to kill toward Master Liu.
The Iron-eating Ants greatly feared the dense blood vitality cloud mist on his body and dared not attack him.
Wherever his feet landed, the insect swarm immediately scattered.
“Your opponent is me.”
Wang Daozhen pursued closely behind Li Weiyi, the distance constantly closing, as he swung out the Array Breaking Whip from his hand, like wielding a ten-foot-long fire dragon, striking out a bright, winding whip mark.
“Pa!”
The blood vitality cloud mist enveloping Li Weiyi exploded from the whip strike.
Li Weiyi’s gaze was fixed deadly on Master Liu ahead, not turning to block at all, relying on the Night-walking Clothes and Corpse Clothes Soft Armor—two defensive Magic Tools—to hard-resist the shock force transmitted by the Array Breaking Whip.
It was merely the shock force, yet his back felt like it had been hammered by a heavy fist; a sweet taste filled his throat, and he swallowed back the blood about to spew out, his momentum undiminished as he rushed before Master Liu.
Wang Daozhen had never seen such a ruthless person, who would hard-resist his attack just to kill Master Liu.
This was a completely desperate fighting style!
Master Liu knew full well the terror of the person before him; his face drastically changed as he fled in panic while releasing seven silk-like Spirit Flame Whip Swords from his brow.
“Swish swish!”
The Spirit Flame Whip Swords landed on Li Weiyi but could not breach the Night-walking Clothes’ defense.
Li Weiyi paid no heed, his short sword slashing down fiercely.
“Pfft!”
Master Liu’s right leg was neatly severed at the thigh, his running body toppling to the ground.
Blood flowed freely from the stump, and he wailed in agony from his mouth.
Zhuang Yue frowned, deeply puzzled, “He fought to injury to seize this opportunity—why not directly slay that Insect Tamer with one sword, but only sever one leg?”
Jiang Ning saw through Li Weiyi’s intent and said, “Because he knows exactly what his goal is. Not to show off by killing, but to desperately save people. He intends to restrain all enemies at the Five Seas Realm level with the power of one at the Spring Gushing Realm.”
Zhuang Yue’s eyes were full of shock, “This is impossible! With his cultivation, even surviving against those five would be as hard as ascending to heaven.”
Zhuang Yue was fully confident she could defeat those five in joint assault.
Even, if they did not flee, she had the grasp to slay them all.
But to restrain those five, preventing them from pursuing and killing over two hundred young Martial Cultivators of the Jiu Li Tribe—she admitted she absolutely could not do it.
Jiang Ning said, “When there is no absolute realm-crushing gap, combat wisdom and combat will are sometimes more important than combat power itself. Those few moth insects of his are not simple; they should be Strange Insects.”
“Seven Strange Insects?”
Zhuang Yue looked toward the distant Li Weiyi again, no longer with a condescending mentality, her gaze much more solemn.
Note that only Commander Level insects could be called Strange Insects. And adult Commander Level ones had combat power comparable to the Dao Seed Realm.
An Insect Tamer mastering seven Strange Insects would absolutely hold a high position in the military.
Who would dare belittle them?
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Li Weiyi seized the shrieking Master Liu and threw him into the river water not far from Chen Jingtang.
The waters of the Sui River boiled, dense bubbles on the surface.
With an Insect Tamer’s physical body strength, once fallen in, he would likely be boiled alive soon.
“Save me… Jingtang, save me…”
Master Liu was terrified by the scalding hot steam rising from the river surface, his old face twisted in horror as he begged Chen Jingtang for help.
Both were under San Chen Palace and right beside each other; it was a simple lift of the hand, not delaying time, so Chen Jingtang naturally could not abandon him to die.
Chen Jingtang temporarily gave up pursuing the Jiu Li Tribe’s young Martial Cultivators, shifting his body horizontally toward the Sui River, stepping on a Magic Energy Cloud to appear on the water surface about two zhang from the shore.
“Splash!”
He extended one hand to lift Master Liu from the boiling water, and Chen Jingtang was about to return.
But then he saw.
Li Weiyi flew over like a blood cloud, a short sword from within the blood cloud thrusting straight down.
Chen Jingtang fell into an extremely passive situation, his brows furrowing; he truly could not understand how, with Wang Daozhen’s cultivation, he could not even intercept a single Spring Gushing Realm Martial Cultivator.
The Magic Energy Cloud under his feet could not support prolonged stepping on the water surface, let alone while holding Master Liu.
“He actually calculated everything in advance! Fortunately, he has not yet broken through to Five Seas; once he enters the Five Seas Realm, this person will surely leap through the Dragon Gate and soar to the heavens.”
“Bang bang!”
Chen Jingtang’s combat power was extraordinary, immensely skilled; with one hand waving the Iron Sleeve, he hard-clashed three strikes with the short sword in Li Weiyi’s hand.
“Disaster!” Not taking down Chen Jingtang in three moves sank Li Weiyi’s heart to the bottom.
This Chen Jingtang was at Five Seas Realm First Realm cultivation, but very likely Nine Springs Breaking Five Seas, with combat power far exceeding Eight Springs Breaking Five Seas.
San Chen Palace’s younger generation was full of talents, its foundation so strong as to not lag behind the Sui Sect much.
“This kid’s movement technique is impressive; I arrived too late!”
Wang Daozhen’s voice rang out, a surge of anger pent up in his heart as he stepped into the Sui River, executing the Five Elements Toward Heaven Palm.
His figure split into five, blocking all directions of Li Weiyi’s return to shore, the five striking palms together.
The five palms combined fell.
Li Weiyi had long experienced this palm and had psychological preparation; Zu Tian Magic Energy surged toward the Corpse Clothes Soft Armor as blood vitality cloud mist and blood-colored scriptures madly surged out together.
He struck upward with both palms, blood vitality cloud mist and blood-colored scriptures swirling and dancing on his arms, colliding with Wang Daozhen’s palm force.
After hard-receiving this palm, Li Weiyi treaded the water surface, retreating repeatedly backward; the blood he had forcibly swallowed earlier sprayed out in one mouthful. His internal injuries worsened further.
“Scripture Magic Tool!”
Wang Daozhen’s eyes burned with greed; treading the boiling long river as if on flat ground, the surging Magic Energy of Five Seas Second Realm spread like rippling smoke waves under his feet, instantly shifting to charge at Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi no longer clashed hard with him, treading waves on the river surface as he ran toward the direction of the Five Seas Realm Boundary downstream on the Sui River.
Wang Daozhen realized something, his gaze turning toward the shore.
He discovered that most of the Jiu Li Tribe’s young Martial Cultivators had already escaped into the Five Seas Realm Boundary, vanishing into the mist.
“Damn it, a bunch of trash!”
The curse had just fallen.
That Leopard-like Deformed Humanoid Race Five Seas Realm Martial Cultivator let out several cries of agony in succession; under the siege of three Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors, six through-and-through blood holes appeared on his body, collapsing heavily injured to the ground, unknown if dead or alive.
On the contrary, that Great Mind Master broke out from the siege of four Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors, his body wrapped in Spiritual Light Flame, sprinting swiftly toward the Five Seas Realm Boundary.
After landing on shore, Chen Jingtang threw down Master Liu and also hurried over at full speed.
This contest of saving and killing people entered its final stage; both sides were desperate, each with reasons to fight desperately.
The young Martial Cultivators who had not yet escaped into the Five Seas Realm Boundary numbered over a hundred.
Li Weiyi treaded Magic Energy light clouds on the water surface, intending to land and intercept that Great Mind Master and Chen Jingtang.
Behind him, Wang Daozhen’s voice rang out: “You can’t save them! Half of them will die right before the Five Seas Realm Boundary, and the remaining half will be dealt with by Yang Yun and the others.”
