Chapter 184: Zhu Huan’s Death
The host who invited the guest, killed the guest?
Zuo Qiu Ting’s movement technique was bizarre. With just a flicker of his figure, he had already swept past the chaotic and noisy crowd outside the Que Fang, flown out through the window, stepped on tiles, and leaped from the Fourth Floor Pavilion, completely disregarding the height of dozens of feet.
The Martial Cultivators gathered by the railings of the North Hall cried out in shock one after another.
Although they still didn’t know what had happened or why Zuo Qiu Ting had made the judgment that “something big was about to happen” in an instant and rushed to the scene regardless of the consequences, Li Weiyi and Zuo Qiu Bai Yuan stood up almost immediately, preparing to flee.
Because they believed in the ability and wisdom of the First Successor of Zuo Qiu Gatehouse, and knew he wouldn’t be alarmist and must know more than them.
“What speed! That Second Young Lady… could she really be…”
Qi Wangshu’s eyes widened like copper bells, his heart unsettled. He was now certain of the true identity of that “Second Young Lady.” It was simply unbelievable. He couldn’t fathom who Li Weiyi truly was to possess such power.
“It must be that First Successor of Zuo Qiu Gatehouse who likes to disguise herself! If that’s the case, Brother Weiyi, you’re not leaving today. Lend me something first.”
Qian Yan Zhen, sitting opposite Li Weiyi, spoke at an unhurried pace, his fingers lightly tapping the desk. He remained as handsome as ever, still possessing that effeminate and somewhat weak appearance, but his eyes were completely different from before!
The few people who had already stood up and were preparing to leave quickly felt the air in the Que Fang solidify. They all stared with shocked expressions at the only person still seated at the desk, the most handsome man in Zhizhou.
“Brother Yan Zhen, what do you mean by that?”
Qi Wangshu felt like he didn’t recognize him, his heart filled with dread and a chill down his spine.
Under Qian Yan Zhen’s gaze, Li Weiyi quickly suppressed his surprise and confusion, secretly circulating the Magic Energy within his body: “We’re not that close. How about letting Old Qi lend it to you?”
Qi Wangshu’s lips trembled: “Lend what exactly?”
Qian Yan Zhen slowly stood up: “This body I have now is indeed handsome and likable, but its value is too low. Brother Weiyi, if you lend me your body or your human skin, I will be eternally grateful. Killing Zuo Qiu Ting, I imagine, will be an easy task.”
The cultivation of everyone present was not weak, and they knew of the existence of Ash Spirits.
Therefore, as soon as Qian Yan Zhen spoke, their hair stood on end, and they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. The clamor and exclamations from outside seemed to grow distant.
“I won’t lend it.”
Li Weiyi refused decisively, then moved with a graceful gait, rushing towards the main door of the Que Fang.
Mingyue Qixing Pavilion was full of masters. Even if it was just the Fourth Floor Pavilion, the entire floor was filled with top-tier experts. As long as he could rush out of the Que Fang and into the crowd, or fly out through the window like Zuo Qiu Ting, Qian Yan Zhen, no matter how high his cultivation, could only call out in helplessness.
However, the few dozen feet separating him from the main door now felt like thousands of mountains and rivers, making it difficult to reach.
As Li Weiyi hurried, he clearly saw strands of Magic Energy flowing faster than him along the walls, ground, and roof, converging towards the door and windows ahead, attempting to weave the entire Que Fang into a cage.
…
Outside the main gate of the First Floor Pavilion of Mingyue Qixing Pavilion, on the white stone plaza.
Zhu Huan, the successor of Zhu Men, in his early twenties and in the prime of his youth, wearing a magnificent Magic Tool battle robe, had his body pierced by a two-foot-long Bone Flute from behind before he could even activate it.
The Bone Flute penetrated from his back to his chest, and the sound of Lung Leaves and Sea of Qi shattering could be heard.
Blood continuously dripped from the holes of the Bone Flute.
This sudden turn of events caught everyone present off guard.
“Something terrible has happened! Long Ting killed the successor of Zhu Men…”
With the sound of this exclamation.
On the contrary, Zhu Huan, whose body was pierced, displayed the terrifying strength of a successor and let out a long roar first. His Sixth Tier Qi erupted from his back like flames, transforming into a dazzling sea of fire.
The shockwave of the Magic Energy and the high temperature of the flames together impacted the Long Ting who had attacked from behind.
The young Martial Cultivators of Zhu Men roared in unison, drawing their War Weapons and releasing their Magic Energy.
Long Dian, reacting with extreme shock, stared at Long Ting, then narrowed their eyes, forming their fingers into a claw. A dragon shadow coiled around the heavens and twisted the earth appeared behind them, exuding an aura like the Son of Heaven descended.
“Swish!”
Long Ting didn’t even have a chance to launch a second strike, nor could he withdraw the Bone Flute. He transformed into an afterimage, swooped through the air, and darted to the left, where there were no members of Dragon Gate, Lei Xiao Sect, or Zhu Men. After one leap, he flew out of the plaza and shot directly towards the sea surface.
Lu Cangsheng coldly shouted: “Long Dian, your Dragon Gate… you cannot let him escape!”
“Leave it to me.”
Long Dian knew very well what kind of suspicion and unpredictable consequences Long Ting’s escape would cause in the outside world. Regardless of whether he was alive or dead, he had to be retrieved. Therefore, at the first moment, he mounted his Battle Technique Mind Dragon Shadow and pursued him into Bing Zu Marsh.
Lu Cangsheng, with his suspicious and cautious nature, was not at ease. He immediately gestured with his eyes, and instantly, seven or eight young masters from Lei Xiao Sect behind him rushed out, turning into a blur of rapid electric light and shadows, closely pursuing the two dragons.
Lu Cangsheng was about to go and comfort the seriously injured Zhu Huan…
“Rustle!”
A Yin Wind attacked from behind.
Innumerable circular pieces of paper money, along with the Yin Wind, poured out from the main gate of the First Floor Pavilion.
The paper money was as sharp as blades, flying densely towards Lu Cangsheng. The Martial Cultivators closer to Lu Cangsheng couldn’t block them even with their Magic Energy, letting out screams, and several fell to the ground and died immediately.
“I knew it couldn’t be just Long Ting!”
Lu Cangsheng turned and struck out with a palm, his Magic Energy like a tide, shattering all the paper money into powder.
Heavy footsteps and laughter rushed out from the First Floor Pavilion.
The ground trembled.
A man two meters tall, with his upper body bare, seemingly cast from brass, rushed out. The moment he exited the gate, he bent his knees and exerted force, his body exploding forward in a leap, and he punched fiercely at Lu Cangsheng.
“Bang!”
Fist and palm collided.
Raging energy scattered in all directions, forcing all the Martial Cultivators present to fly backwards.
Lu Cangsheng retreated three steps, immediately stabilized his body, his gaze sharp as ever. He raised his right arm to his head, fingers arranged in a stepped pattern: thumb and index finger pointing to the sky, the other three below.
In an instant, thunder roared in the clear sky.
Dazzling lightning bolts coursed through the air, constantly flashing past the eaves and pillars of the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion.
On the other side, Ming Nian Sheng, after his fist and palm met, flew backwards, enveloped in cloud-like Yin Nether Qi. His two-meter-tall bronze body rapidly tore and enlarged, transforming into its true form.
His body grew several times larger, with two horns on his head and double wings on his back. The meter-long red hair cascading down from his head was particularly striking: “Well done, Lu Cangsheng, let me properly experience your Lightning Law.”
“Boom! Boom! Boom…”
Thirty-six pillars of lightning descended from the sky, forming a circular Lightning Cage （ji） Heavenly Prison, trapping Ming Nian Sheng’s massive body within.
It looked up.
It discovered that Lu Cangsheng, who had been standing on the Ground, was now suspended above its head, cloaked in lightning. A battle intent like a Thunder Department Deity materialized within the Lightning Cage, making the already enormous Ming Nian Sheng appear small.
Strangely, despite being completely Suppressed, Ming Nian Sheng’s eyes suddenly revealed a smile.
Seeing this smile, Lu Cangsheng felt a sense of dread, realizing he had fallen for the Enemy’s diversionary tactic. He was about to Search for Zhu Huan.
A piercing peacock cry, loud enough to sting the eardrums, echoed through the Plaza.
Fierce Magic Energy fluctuations erupted.
“Boom!”
Escorted by many Masters from the Zhu Men, Zhu Huan, who was preparing to retreat, was struck by a giant claw that materialized out of thin air. Already heavily injured, he was completely unable to Block and was sent flying backwards, tumbling to the Ground, Blood gushing from his mouth.
The full form of the giant claw materialized.
It was a battle intent Six-Colored Peacock, one hundred meters tall. It projected its Mind Power, Suppressing the Soul Spirits and wills of many young Martial Cultivators of the Zhu Men for a moment.
One hundred meters was an illusion, not the true height of the battle intent.
In that instant.
The Six-Colored Peacock pinned Zhu Huan to the Ground and tore him into Fragments with its beak and claws.
The screams of the Zhu Men Successor struck terror into the hearts of the Martial Cultivators in the Pavilion, like a public execution, outrageously arrogant and overbearing.
From beginning to end, the Zhu Men Martial Cultivators had not even seen the true form of the Enemy.
Everything happened extremely quickly. Although Zuo Qiu Ting rushed over at his fastest speed, by the time he arrived, Zhu Huan was already dead beyond death, only a skeleton remaining.
“Hua Yuzi, since you’re so eager to commit murder, you’re not leaving today!”
Zuo Qiu Ting cared not about Zhu Huan’s death, but about the Far West Ash Region’s intentions. The more they wanted to do something, the less he would allow them to succeed.
“Whoosh!”
He scanned his surroundings, unleashing his five senses, then took a step forward.
Beneath his feet, a Bagua Seal appeared, spreading out for dozens of yards.
Countless ancient and mysterious Dao Script flew out from the Eight Trigrams, transforming into a brilliant river of characters and a sea of text, flowing towards the entire Plaza.
This was a Daoist Arts technique he had specifically cultivated against Hua Yuzi, supported by a Bagua Magic Tool.
Zuo Qiu Ting had fought Hua Yuzi before and knew that this demon not only possessed supreme Cultivation and Strength but was also second to none among the younger generation in concealment techniques and Movement Techniques. Even if Zhu Huan had not been injured, his chances of survival in such an assassination would have been slim.
“Zuo Qiu Ting, our target today is not you. You don’t need to rush to your death.”
The voice was vast and melodious.
Hua Yuzi’s true form was forced to appear by the Bagua Seal and the river of characters and sea of text. His body was illusory and indistinct.
After several swift movements, he gracefully landed on the head of the Six-Colored Peacock battle intent, wearing a liquid flowing silver mask, and looked proudly towards the seventh floor of the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion with the demeanor of the foremost hero under Heaven.
At this moment, screams from the sea attracted the attention of countless Martial Cultivators on the Pavilion.
……
Li Weiyi, without a second thought, immediately retrieved the Yellow Dragon Sword hidden in his Boundary Bag and broke through the door with a slash.
He hadn’t expected that the opponent’s Magic Energy was incredibly powerful, and their control over it was astonishing. The Magic Energy spreading along the walls and roof instantly condensed into a large palm seal, pressing down on him.
The Enemy’s true body was behind, yet the palm seal was in front.
This was a sign of arrogance, confident that their Cultivation far surpassed Li Weiyi’s.
Li Weiyi knew all too well his only two advantages at the moment. First, the opponent’s underestimation. Second, the opponent would likely hold back to obtain his complete Human Skin, so their attack would be somewhat reserved.
These two advantages would only be effective during the very first strike.
This first strike, therefore, was crucial.
