Chapter 132: Instant Kill
Cultivation is a path where life and death are the norm.
“Madam Tian, please restrain your grief!”
Their friendship wasn’t that deep, so Li Weiyi found it hard to empathize, and he immediately asked who “Di Ran” was.
In the valley, among the group that attacked them, Li Weiyi only recognized Sui Sect’s “Xue Qi” and San Chen Palace’s “Chen Song”—Shang Zhi had told him about them before entering the mountain.
Zuo Qiu Lanlan stopped her tears, resentfully saying: “Di Ran is the disciple of Heart Suffering Zen Master, one of Coffin Mountain’s three great Zen masters. Like his master, he enjoys man-eating and is cruel without measure. But he has Second Realm of the Five Seas Realm cultivation, a Nine Springs Breaking Five Seas Deformed Humanoid Race member who has drunk the blood of two Ancient Immortal Giant Beasts—his strength is extremely powerful…”
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Hearing her recount, Li Weiyi knew who it was: the Deformed Humanoid Race Martial Cultivator about four meters tall with a pair of metal wings. At the time, he wore Departed Spirit Human Skin, flying above the valley, and Shang Zhi was killed by the metal feathers that flew from his body.
“Madam Tian, don’t be sad. Di Ran—I am determined to kill him!”
Li Weiyi’s first reason was to avenge Shang Zhi, after all, he had taken the deceased’s money. The second was that a monster who enjoyed man-eating was truly repulsive; it was perfect to eliminate him.
Zuo Qiu Lanlan’s watery eyes stared at him in surprise.
She naturally knew that “Sima Tan” was just polite words to comfort her. After all, Di Ran’s cultivation and combat power stood at the peak of the Second Realm of the Five Seas Realm, far beyond what a First Realm of the Five Seas Realm Martial Cultivator could measure up to, but her heart felt somewhat consoled.
As for the title “Madam Tian,” Zuo Qiu Lanlan felt it strange in her heart; no one had ever addressed her that way before.
Li Weiyi stepped in front of Zuo Qiu Bai Ming, seeing his miserable state, and reminded: “Senior Disciple Brother Bai Ming, your Departed Spirit Human Skin seems to be shattered—is that a problem?”
Zuo Qiu Bai Ming’s mind had suffered a severe blow; he merely glanced faintly at Li Weiyi, saying nothing.
He was a Nine Springs Pure Immortal Body Breaking Five Seas. Though he lacked Hundred Veins, he was absolutely considered to have boundless prospects, a top-tier Heavenly Prodigy even among the Ten Million Gateways.
But on his first independent team expedition, he had suffered such a crushing defeat, ending up with broken legs and disability—his will was nearly crushed. How could he have the mood to speak?
Zuo Qiu Lanlan said worriedly: “Senior Disciple Brother Bai Ming’s legs were severed by Sui Sect’s Xue Qi. With the Departed Spirit Human Skin shattered, he can’t fight anymore; once he activates the Magic Energy in his body, he could self-immolate at any time. Fortunately, you’re still alive; otherwise, alone… I wouldn’t know what to do.”
Li Weiyi pondered inwardly.
The current situation was naturally disastrous for Zuo Qiu Gatehouse, but for Jiu Li Tribe, it couldn’t be better.
A leg-broken Zuo Qiu Bai Ming would surely harbor sky-high resentment toward forces like Sui Sect and Coffin Mountain; upon returning, that resentment would inevitably influence his tribal elders and kin.
The resentment from a widowed Zuo Qiu Lanlan was enough to ignite the fury of some elders in Zuo Qiu Gatehouse.
They couldn’t die; he had to save them.
“Wait for me a moment.”
Li Weiyi entered the Giant Stone Statue Forest, took Shang Zhi’s corpse from the Evil Camel Bell, and carried it on his back.
Seeing Li Weiyi return carrying Shang Zhi’s corpse, Zuo Qiu Lanlan gave a bitter smile as if she had anticipated it: “He’s dead too?”
“Killed by Di Ran as well.”
Li Weiyi removed the Rune Robe from Shang Zhi’s body and handed it to Zuo Qiu Lanlan: “Put it on Senior Disciple Brother Bai Ming; it might be of some use.”
“How did his corpse end up in this Stone Forest?” Zuo Qiu Lanlan asked curiously.
Li Weiyi didn’t bother explaining much and casually said: “I carried him out from the valley. No matter what, we have to bring him back to Shou Li Tribe for burial.”
Zuo Qiu Lanlan fell silent, suddenly thinking of many things, and her gaze toward Li Weiyi instantly filled with boundless admiration.
The situation in the valley had been so dire then; even the three from Zuo Qiu Gatehouse hadn’t had time to retrieve the high-grade Magic Tool Yin Banner. In contrast, “Sima Tan” was incredibly righteous, never abandoning a companion to expose in the wilderness no matter the danger.
After putting the Rune Robe on Zuo Qiu Bai Ming, Zuo Qiu Lanlan heard Li Weiyi say again: “We need to leave quickly. This Stone Forest isn’t safe; there are terrifying dangers.”
“Going out means death. Di Ran and Chen Song are guarding outside the Stone Forest.” Terrifying images flashed in Zuo Qiu Lanlan’s mind, her face instantly turning pale.
“Then slay them.”
Li Weiyi didn’t want to linger here, nor did he want to expose powerful trump cards like the Evil Camel Bell. His gaze fell on the high-grade Magic Tool Sky Flame Saber in Zuo Qiu Bai Ming’s hand: “Senior Disciple Brother Bai Ming, may I borrow your saber?”
Zuo Qiu Bai Ming finally reacted, tossing the Sky Flame Saber over, and said weakly: “Take it and use it.”
Li Weiyi picked up the Sky Flame Saber and walked outward.
“I’ll go with you.”
Zuo Qiu Lanlan knew clearly that hiding in the Stone Forest could only evade temporarily. Once the Immortal Mist dispersed tomorrow, if they couldn’t descend the mountain in time, just Thirty-three Mile Mountain’s mysterious Heaven and Earth energy could make these Five Seas Realm Martial Cultivators self-immolate.
Since that was the case, better to fight to the death.
If they could drag one down with them, it wouldn’t be a loss. Even if they died in the end, at least they would die with dignity, not shaming the gateway of the Ten Million Gateways.
“No need. You just take care of Senior Disciple Brother Bai Ming.”
With all one hundred twenty Veins in his body refined to gold, and the high-grade Magic Tool Night-walking Clothes and high-grade Magic Tool Saber boosting his defense, speed, and power to absolute peak, Li Weiyi had full confidence to battle any Second Realm of the Five Seas Realm opponent.
With Zuo Qiu Bai Ming wielding these two high-grade Magic Tools, he could probably defeat some Third Realm of the Five Seas Realm cultivators.
Li Weiyi carried the saber out of the Stone Forest, standing atop a white stone over two meters high, facing the White Mist-shrouded Gravel Area. He extended his perception and shouted: “Chen Song, where are you? Do you know Chen Jingtang?”
Sounds of breaking wind echoed from the mist.
Chen Song, wrapped in Departed Spirit Human Skin, slowly walked forward: “Knowing Jingtang won’t help you. Everyone from Zuo Qiu Gatehouse must die. Friendship is worthless in the face of life, death, and benefits.”
Chen Song, Chen Jingtang, and Chen Wenwu were the only three Nine Springs Supreme Persons of the younger generation in San Chen Palace.
Among them, Chen Wenwu was slightly older with the highest talent—a Nine Springs Pure Immortal Body, a top figure ranked in the top five of Li Zhou’s younger generation, the face of San Chen Palace.
Li Weiyi swept his gaze over the vague figures behind Chen Song and arrogantly said: “I want to tell you, I killed Chen Jingtang. You, Chen Song, will also die under my saber.”
“You’re Sima Tan?”
Chen Song’s gaze sharpened, killing intent fully revealed.
The reason Li Weiyi said that was precisely to enrage Chen Song.
When a person is angry, reason is often swept away by emotion.
“Swish!”
Li Weiyi didn’t respond at all. He leaped three zhang forward in one step, reaching Chen Song in three steps. The Sky Flame Saber in his hand, urged by Magic Energy, released vigorous and blazing flames.
These flames were not ordinary fire, but demonic fire.
Martial Cultivators below the Third Realm of the Five Seas Realm couldn’t resist with shapeshifting Battle Intent; even a touch would burn through their flesh and blood.
“Good, today I’ll avenge Jingtang.”
Chen Song swung his arm, and the jade bracelet on his wrist flew out.
The jade bracelet spun at high speed, releasing bright radiance, striking with a serpentine path.
Li Weiyi bent his legs, crouching to evade, then swept a horizontal slash at Chen Song’s lower body, drawing a crescent moon-shaped flame saber energy.
Chen Song, confident in his profound cultivation and thick Magic Energy, didn’t dodge or evade, activating a palm heart mirror.
He slapped out fiercely.
Vast palm force and mirror light erupted together, colliding with the flame saber energy. Energy ripples wildly spread outward.
“Boom!”
Both retreated backward at the same time.
As Li Weiyi retreated, his body slanted to the left, dodging the jade bracelet flying from behind. He supported himself with his hand on the ground and flipped to several zhang away.
Chen Song recalled the jade bracelet, his face calmly stern, but waves of shock surged in his heart. He couldn’t accept being evenly matched across realms.
Though the opponent carried a high-grade Magic Tool, with First Realm of the Five Seas Realm cultivation, he could at best unleash ten percent of its might. Chen Song himself carried three mid-grade Magic Tools and could unleash two to three times that power—not losing in weapons at all.
“As expected of Sima Tan, invincible in Spring Gushing Realm. After entering Five Seas Realm, he’s truly like a fish transforming into a flood dragon. Gaining momentum?” Chen Song said gravely, viewing Li Weiyi as a mortal enemy.
“Gaining momentum? Then slay him here.”
Di Ran’s deep and muffled voice came from the mist.
“Swish swish!”
A dense rain of arrows flew out from the mist, accompanied by Di Ran’s metal feathers.
Blood mist and blood-colored scriptures flew out from Li Weiyi’s clothes, and he held the Sky Flame Saber horizontally in front of him, a fire shield larger than a human body manifesting on the blade.
Before the arrow rain touched the fire shield, the arrowheads melted into liquid.
The metal feathers that struck were blocked by layers of defensive power, unable to reach Li Weiyi.
The arrow rain ceased.
Through the fire shield, Li Weiyi saw Chen Song on the ground charging with Wind Riding Boots, one hand holding the jade bracelet, the other pinching the palm heart mirror.
In the sky, Di Ran’s massive body flew out from the mist, wielding a flaming halberd, exuding overwhelming dominance.
“Two against one? No, eight against two.”
Li Weiyi wasn’t here to compete fairly; he was here to kill.
Thus, he slapped the Insect Tube.
Seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors flew out together, charging toward Di Ran.
They were like seven arrows loosed from strings, emitting sharp and dangerous “whoosh whoosh” breaking wind sounds.
On the ground, after just three exchanges between Li Weiyi and Chen Song, Di Ran’s screams came one after another. His four-meter-long, nearly thousand-jin corpse thudded down from mid-air.
Chen Song and the other Martial Cultivators in the mist were scared out of their wits.
How did Di Ran suddenly die?
They hadn’t even seen clearly what those seven multicolored light shadows were.
Chen Song saw clearly—they were seven moths—and his eyes gradually filled with terror: “You’re actually an Insect Tamer too!”
Without thinking, he turned and fled.
What a joke—Di Ran was a Nine Springs Breaking Five Seas Deformed Humanoid Race member, with combat power slightly superior to his own, yet he died miserably in just a few breaths.
How could they fight this?
Before, Li Weiyi had mainly feared that the seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors would be countered by Thirty-three Mile Mountain’s mysterious Heaven and Earth energy, so he had been cautious, not daring to release them easily. Yesterday while gathering medicine, he had tested—they could resist that power.
The seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors were comparable to seven Successor Seeds of the same realm; each could kill across realms, with combat power not much weaker than Di Ran or Chen Song.
Seven against one was naturally effortless.
“Chen Song is mine. You all go deal with those Martial Cultivators in the mist—they definitely have Dyeing Cloud Exotic Medicine harvested; don’t let them escape.”
Li Weiyi raised his saber and strode after Chen Song.
Zuo Qiu Lanlan stood at the edge of the Giant Stone Statue Forest, witnessing everything in the mist, shocked beyond measure.
“Sima Tan” crossing realms to fight Chen Song to a draw was one thing, but he actually raised seven astonishingly powerful Fierce Insects… No, not Fierce Insects—definitely Strange Insects.
Only juvenile Strange Insects could enter Thirty-three Mile Mountain.
The one-legged Zuo Qiu Bai Ming silently appeared behind her, gazing into the mist, listening to the rising and falling battle sounds and screams: “Lanlan, our time of death is near!”
Zuo Qiu Lanlan was bewildered: “Senior Disciple Brother Bai Ming, what do you mean? Sima Tan can definitely handle them; he’s really strong.”
A hundred words from a person teach nothing; one event from reality enters the heart.
Zuo Qiu Bai Ming suddenly seemed mature and steady, no longer arrogant, and bitterly smiled: “It’s precisely because he’s too strong that we’re surely doomed.”
