Chapter 183: Shocking Soul-stirring Change
Yang Qingxi smiled faintly: “The master of Luantai is the Second Palace Master. Can Jiang Ning resist her elder’s will?”
“So, Sui Sect has truly completely defected? I originally thought you would leave a way out for yourselves, or not defect so hastily.” Zuo Qiu Ting said in a probing tone.
Yang Qingxi saw through her thoughts and did not answer her.
“Young Lady Yang did not go to the seventh floor pavilion, which actually indicates that Sui Sect is still hesitating and wants to observe the situation further.” Li Weiyi sighed inwardly with emotion, never expecting that in just a few months, the situation in Li Zhou had undergone such earth-shattering changes, no wonder the war had entered a stalemate.
He said: “What exactly does this Far West Ash Region intend to do?”
“They only want to make the entire Lingxiao Life Realm as chaotic as possible, then march east, annexing us all. Cooperating with them is like making a pact with the tiger, there will be no good end.”
These words were not spoken by Zuo Qiu Ting or Shi Shishi, but came from Yang Qingxi’s mouth.
Zuo Qiu Ting smiled mockingly: “Is that all Young Lady Yang’s insight amounts to?”
Yang Qingxi had always liked concealing strength, but at this moment, her competitive spirit was aroused by her, so her red lips curved slightly, and with a wave of her robe sleeve, strands of magic energy flew out.
“Crash!”
The plates, dishes, cups, and bowls on the table moved rapidly. Shi Shishi’s hand speed was very fast, yet he didn’t manage to pick up even a single chopstickful, looking at Yang Qingxi speechlessly.
In an instant, the dishes and wine on the table were arranged in the pattern of the Twenty-Eight Prefectures of Lingxiao.
She stood up and said: “The Far West Ash Region borders the Western Territory, where they have laid out and infiltrated the deepest. Ten years ago, in the battle of Cang Yuan, the Imperial Court’s millennium elite troops Western Sea Slaves suffered a great defeat, with ash spirits involved, and afterward the seven states of the Western Territory fell into great chaos.”
“Now the Western Territory, after ten years of chaotic war, has seen its population reduced by four tenths, making it the most tragic among the Four Territories. In the Seven States Land, the Imperial Court holds two states, Zhu Men three states, and the remaining two states belong to Quan Rong and Que Rong respectively. As for the two Western Rong thieves, their backing is the Far West Ash Region.”
“Without a doubt, this time the Far West Ash Region is intervening in the Southern Territory precisely to replicate the chaos of the Western Territory. First prop up Night City and San Chen Palace, use Sui Sect to defeat the Jiu Li tribe, occupy the entire Li Zhou. Then rally forces like Coffin Mountain, Li City, Tian Ya Ridge, etc., to jointly attack the Zuo Qiu Gatehouse.”
“By the time Snow Sword Tang Court of the Northern Territory, Dragon Gate and Lei Xiao Sect of the Eastern Territory converge under Lingxiao City, and the Imperial Court army suffers heavy losses on both sides, that will be the moment when the ash spirits march east, burning up the Twenty-Eight Prefectures of Lingxiao.”
Qian Yan Zhen stared intently at the layout on the table, eyes deep and strange: “Since the Far West Ash Region is the common enemy of the world, why are there still people willing to be used by them? Why can’t everyone join hands to deal with them first?”
Zuo Qiu Ting laughed sarcastically: “Even during the period when the Great Palace Mistress was most wise and decisive, it was impossible to unite the strength of the world to annihilate the Far West Ash Region, which shows just how powerful they are.”
Yang Qingxi nodded: “No one thinks they are being used; they only think they are using the Far West Ash Region, borrowing their power to accomplish their own affairs.”
Noisy voices came from outside the pavilion, and from the shouts among them, it was clear that top experts from the Imperial Court had arrived.
Zheng Nan Que could only see the sea view and not the spectacle over there.
But inside the que, it quieted down, because everyone knew that the Imperial Court experts would inevitably pass by outside. For these martial cultivators pretending to be from the Imperial Court camp, it naturally brought psychological pressure.
Zuo Qiu Bai Yuan had a good mentality, poured full wine for Li Weiyi, held the cup with both hands, and flattered: “Brother Li, Bai Yuan toasts you, as compensation for my earlier underestimation.”
Li Weiyi declined: “I never drink alcohol…”
“How can you not drink? The fish head is facing you.” Shi Shishi had wanted to eat the fish head for a long time, but it was too far away to reach.
Li Weiyi passed the fish to him, and was about to substitute tea for wine, when dense footsteps and noisy conversation voices had already spread from the First Layer pavilion to the Fourth Floor Pavilion, arriving at the door of Zheng Nan Que.
As if time had frozen, everyone at the table looked over, eyes fixed, motionless.
Fengge leader “Ge Xian Tong”, Luantai leader “Jiang Ning”, Lintai leader “Chen Ziliang”, along with a large group of Imperial Court experts, passed by the door, all in brocade robes, exuding nobility, shadows flickering, footsteps in clusters, low whispers unending.
There were also dozens of young generation experts from the military, all in armor, and even through the door and window, their chilling killing aura could be felt, the battle intent of gilded spears and iron horses flooding the ears.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, the gate of the que room was pushed open with one palm.
Before the people outside appeared, surging energy had already rushed in.
More than ten young generation martial way experts from the Imperial Court, dressed in black official robes and wearing official hats with long wings, filed in one after another, half women, half eunuchs, majestic but with extremely heavy yin energy.
They parted to make a path, retreating to the left and right sides.
“You go ahead, I need to settle a personal grudge.” A familiar pleasant voice, like heavenly music, came from outside.
Jiang Ning walked in with her hands behind her back in a heroic posture, white feathers magic energy swirling around her body, skin glowing, eyes covered by a three-finger-wide white dragon-patterned gauze veil, concealing her stunning eyes and brows. Her official robe was also different from the others, pure white and spotless, embroidered with five luan birds, exuding a sense of mysterious vagueness amid her heroic air.
Everyone in the que felt the unparalleled mental pressure from her body, especially the Sui Sect group.
“Yang Qingxi, why are you sitting in the Fourth Floor Pavilion? With your cultivation…”
Jiang Ning saw Li Weiyi sitting beside Yang Qingxi, paused, and said in an even colder tone: “You shouldn’t be here.”
Yang Qingxi sat in her seat, not looking at her, transmitting sound with magic energy: “Jiang Ning, before settling your personal grudge, you’d better think clearly: right now, it’s the Imperial Court that needs Sui Sect, not to vent momentary anger and push Sui Sect to the opposing side.”
Jiang Ning raised her right hand.
Immediately, a female official behind her presented a sword to her hand.
“Shua!”
Jiang Ning merely raised her hand to point with the sword, and sword light poured down like a galactic waterfall. Sheng Qingyan, who had once escorted Zhuang Yue, was instantly decapitated, her head thudding into a plate on the table.
This scene was extremely terrifying, blood splattering a zhang away.
Shi Shishi, sitting next to Sheng Qingyan, was so frightened that he held his breath and shrank back, frozen in place, not daring to turn to look at Jiang Ning.
“Do you think you’re that important? Killing you won’t change Sui Sect high-level decisions.”
Jiang Ning turned and left, tossing behind one sentence: “For the startled guests, change to a new que room, serve the best fine wine.”
The group of young martial cultivators in official robes from the Imperial Court chuckled lightly, then left like a tide.
Only Yang Qingxi was left, her eyes cold as frost, silver teeth nearly grinding to pieces, fingers clenched tight, body trembling, forced to swallow this great humiliation.
Yang Yue and Yang Zhiyong recovered from their shock, looking at Sheng Qingyan’s headless corpse still spurting blood, said: “Young Lady… let’s go, we’ve already come, originally to apologize, who would have thought… she…”
Yang Qingxi had an extraordinary temperament, recovering in moments, calmly saying: “Then let’s go! Li Weiyi, be careful after leaving Heaven Pavilion, the night road is dangerous, everyone is prey. It’s either you eat me, or I eat you.”
With these words, Yang Qingxi picked up Sheng Qingyan’s head, instructed the two Yangs to carry the corpse, and in this way, descended the stairs amid the shocked gazes of all martial cultivators in Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion, drawing crowds along the way.
Shi Shishi recovered and said: “Weiyi bro, she’s very angry… afraid she’ll only vent it on you!”
Li Weiyi said: “Can you escape?”
Shi Shishi immediately looked worried and distressed., appetite completely gone.
At the carved railing edge of the seventh floor pavilion, Jiang Ning stood with one hand behind her back, like standing in the clouds, overlooking the three from Sui Sect departing far along the jade steps below.
Beside her, the voice of Lintai leader Chen Ziliang rang out: “She deliberately played the victim, while also leaving a way out for Sui Sect, silently counterattacking you. This warning isn’t enough!”
Jiang Ning’s thoughts were not on Yang Qingxi, murmuring to herself: “Arrogant, ignores advice, full of rebelliousness, truly headache-inducing.”
“I can cure your headache for you, make sure she doesn’t live through tonight…” Chen Ziliang laughed.
Jiang Ning glanced at him: “What’s the skill in killing Yang Qingxi? Dragon Dian and Lu Cangsheng are about to arrive, the Number One and Number Two of the Eastern Territory, which one can you beat?”
Chen Ziliang’s eyes turned icy, voice sharp and yin-soft: “Then I’ll test their weight in a moment, send them back to the east.”
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Moved to the adjacent que room, the table was much emptier.
Qi Wangshu sighed: “To see Fairy Yu’s elegance from such close range, pity the dragon gauze covers her eyes, unable to glimpse her stunning full appearance, truly one of life’s great regrets. There won’t be such opportunities in the future!”
Zuo Qiu Bai Yuan said: “This Fairy Yu is still very magnanimous, knowing we are fake guests, yet not only did not drive us away, but changed our que room for us and sent the best fine wine.”
Li Weiyi seemed thoughtful, asking Zuo Qiu Ting: “The veil covering Jiang Ning’s eyes is quite special, is there any story behind it?”
Zuo Qiu Ting said: “That’s dragon soul gauze. She probably wants to cultivate the Dragon Awakening Art before the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival, borrowing the Imperial Court-sealed thousand-year dragon soul power to bolster her trump card strength.”
Time passed, everyone in the pavilion waiting for the successors of Dragon Gate and Lei Xiao Sect to arrive, to witness the dragon-tiger fight between the two sides.
At high noon.
Dragon’s roar and thunderous sound rose together, echoing for a long time, resounding through heaven and earth.
Large groups of experts from Dragon Gate and Lei Xiao Sect rode dragon scale exotic beasts and electric birds, arriving respectively from the ground and sky.
Dragon Dian, Long Ting, Lu Cangsheng, and the peak heavenly prodigies from the Eastern Territory dependent on the two major powers, a full hundred people, formed a ceremonial guard, all waiting at the gate of the First Layer pavilion.
Inside the southwest que room of the Fourth Floor Pavilion, the crowd couldn’t see the situation there, but could feel the lively atmosphere on the plaza.
“Dragon Gate and Lei Xiao Sect are giving full face to Zhu Huan, all three successors and top experts waiting there to greet.” Li Weiyi sighed.
Zuo Qiu Ting said: “The face they’re giving is not just Zhu Huan’s, but Zhu Men’s. With the east and west territories joining hands, the Imperial Court pressure is great. I want to see how the three above respond?”
A quarter of an hour later, Zhu Men’s top martial cultivators arrived, the lively atmosphere under Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion reaching its peak, attracting the attention of heavenly prodigies under heaven, as if witnessing a historic moment.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, a boiling clamor came from below the pavilion.
A cry of alarm: “Something big is wrong, Long Ting killed Zhu Men’s successor…”
Hearing this, the usually calm Zuo Qiu Ting’s face changed drastically, sensing a whiff of conspiracy, her figure vanishing from her seat, tossing behind one sentence: “Quickly leave Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion, something big is going to happen today!”
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