Chapter 210: Blood Stains The Long River
Almost the instant Li Weiyi was struck by the sword qi, Yang Zhiyong launched an assault, his war halberd spinning like a windmill, aiming to strike while he was down and take his life. Any talk of capturing him alive had long been cast to the nine heavens beyond.
This youth was too terrifying, his cultivation speed defying the heavens.
Who could guarantee that before the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival ended, he wouldn’t break through another realm?
If he broke through another realm, who in the Sui Sect could check him?
“I’ve told you already, your war halberd is too long, not suited for narrow spaces, why won’t you listen?”
After several exchanges, Li Weiyi pressed a palm to Yang Zhiyong’s chest.
“Puh!”
His palm was like a five-finger iron mountain, shattering Yang Zhiyong’s ribs, sending him flying backward with blood spraying from his mouth.
The Tai Xuan Needle’s sword qi had struck him, but most of it was blocked and dissipated by the night-walking clothes and corpse clothes soft armor, so he wasn’t seriously injured.
Water flowed trickling.
The mind power stream spread toward him again.
“Yang Qingxi, you think I’m really afraid of you? You have helpers, so do I.”
Li Weiyi released the five Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors from his insect bag, then split into six paths to meet the attacking Yang Qingxi.
The moment they clashed, Yang Qingxi sensed something was wrong.
Li Weiyi’s cultivation speed was fast enough, but the insects he raised grew at an astonishingly fast rate too. In terms of speed alone, the five strange insects were no longer inferior to her.
Yang Qingxi had originally been on the offensive.
But under the siege of one man and five insects, she immediately switched to defense, using magic energy and battle intent to protect her body, avoiding being approached by the strange insects.
The five Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors were naturally no match for Yang Qingxi, with a great gap in cultivation; they were repeatedly struck flying by the mind power stream. But their bodies were like gold and iron; after shaking themselves, they instantly took to the air again.
“Tai Xuan Supreme Method, Silk Rain Flying Sword Technique.”
“Zheng!”
A piercing sword cry rang out.
The three-foot-long Tai Xuan Needle in Yang Qingxi’s hand turned into a flying sword, fast as a bright silk thread, shuttling through the main hall.
So fast that the naked eye could hardly discern it.
Li Weiyi’s heart raced; he captured it three times in a row and struck it away with his sword. But the fourth time, he couldn’t block it; struck in the shoulder, it felt like being smashed by a heavy hammer, his left arm going numb.
“Bang!”
The innermost corpse clothes soft armor he wore activated, releasing vitality and blood-colored scriptures that filled the entire main hall.
“She actually has such a trump card, what technique is this?”
Li Weiyi didn’t dare stay in place like before; he immediately used the Qing Xu Cicada Escape Step, his figure blurring like smoke, constantly shifting and drifting. He figured that even if that needle sword was fast, it still required Yang Qingxi’s mind lock.
As long as Yang Qingxi couldn’t lock onto him with her mind, the needle sword’s threat would greatly diminish.
“Boom!”
The brothel’s gate was smashed open by a war chariot.
The wall shattered into a huge hole, even the formation torn apart.
That war chariot was a Hundred Character Scripture magic tool, the Earth Wolf King Army’s formation-breaking weapon.
Shi Shishi stood on the war chariot, shouting, “Weiyi bro, you dead yet?”
“If you’re any later, you’ll just be collecting my corpse!” Li Weiyi, fleeing, leaped onto the war chariot.
One Phoenix Wing Moth Emperor stood on Shi Shishi’s head, looking at Li Weiyi as if showing off its merits, making strange wolf howls from its mouth, “howl howl.”
It was too small, never howled like a wolf before, so its cry was very cute.
It was Li Weiyi who, before entering the brothel, had told it to signal with wolf howls to find Shi Shishi.
Shi Shishi looked at the ruined brothel main hall before him, then at the heavily injured Yang Zhiyong on the ground, and at Yang Qingxi with long hair disheveled on both sides of her cheeks, quite disheveled.
He felt he’d come unnecessarily, his shock beyond measure: “You got it wrong, didn’t you? I think if you’re any later, I’ll be calling Young Lady Yang my sister-in-law! How did you suddenly get so strong?”
“Zheng!”
The Tai Xuan Needle flew over.
Shi Shishi’s magic energy surged into the war chariot beneath his feet, instantly summoning countless wolf shadows in front. One hundred twenty-eight bright scriptures flew out from the chariot, blocking the Tai Xuan Needle and forming circles of light pattern ripples.
Li Weiyi stared at the trembling Tai Xuan Needle, pondering ways to counter Yang Qingxi’s move.
It was truly terrifying; even someone of successor level facing it would probably have a massive headache.
Cultivating “Spirit Treasure Seizing” to produce battle intent might seize it. Alternatively, directly attacking her true body, but that required extremely high control of speed and timing.
“Shua!”
Li Weiyi darted out, just about to use Spirit Treasure Seizing.
Yang Qingxi recalled the Tai Xuan Needle; a circle of magic energy ripples erupted from her body, sending all the Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors flying. Then her figure blurred like a remnant shadow as she landed on the ground, scooped up the heavily injured Yang Zhiyong with one arm, and smashed through the wooden wall, rushing toward the street outside.
Since the Earth Wolf King Army had arrived, tonight was naturally a total defeat.
Outside.
Tao Yanyan’s explosive shout rang out: “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Boom!”
A basin-sized gourd battle hammer swung out, striking Yang Qingxi back to the ground.
“Shua! Shua!”
Li Weiyi and Shi Shishi flashed out of the brothel like lightning, one holding a sword, one with claws pinched, battle intent shadowing them.
The four masters tangled in melee.
After a dozen exchanges, Yang Qingxi let out a low, pained cry from her mouth, and together with Yang Zhiyong, they were thrown out, tumbling left and right onto the wide Changning Street.
Yang Qingxi had been smashed in the back by Tao Yanyan’s gourd battle hammer; even with defensive battle robe, blood flowed from her mouth and nose. Badly injured, she struggled arduously to her feet from the ground.
She wasn’t Yin Nine who obtained the Jiu Li God battle intent, nor Jiang Ning of Hundred Veins All Silver; she couldn’t yet fight one against three.
The Sui Sect martial cultivators from Changning Street side were rushing over but blocked by the Earth Wolf King Army.
Yang Yun hadn’t escaped; a Phoenix Wing Moth Emperor’s wing had severed his hamstring, leaving him sprawled by the street.
A voice came from the building: “Tao Yanyan, Shi Shishi, let her go, and Yao Qian owes each of you a favor.”
Hearing Yao Qian’s voice, Tao Yanyan and Shi Shishi were both shocked pale, but quickly regained composure.
Because on a shorter courtyard wall to the right of the brothel stood a young woman in a daoist robe, one hand holding a brush, the other a book, rapidly recording: “Li Zhou Li Weiyi, Fifth Realm of the Five Seas Realm, with insects holds Yang Qingxi even.”
Tao Yanyan and Shi Shishi’s names and feats weren’t recorded, evidently this battle not noteworthy.
Li Weiyi wasn’t afraid of Yao Qian making a move at all; he strode to Yang Qingxi, placing the Yellow Dragon Sword at her neck, demanding: “Where’s my stuff?”
“What?”
Yang Qingxi was badly injured, her face pale as paper, eyes blank.
Li Weiyi didn’t want too many people knowing the spring coins were on Yang Qingxi; he sent magic energy voice transmission: “Don’t play dumb, where are the spring coins?”
Yang Qingxi was even more baffled, not knowing what Li Weiyi meant at all—tonight’s desperate fight just to rob the spring coins on her?
Her eyes cold, silver teeth clenched, she unfastened her money bag and handed it over.
Li Weiyi took the money bag, opened it.
Inside were just dozens of spring coins and some silver coins.
Li Weiyi’s fingers trembled slightly, nearly unable to control his speechless emotions—dying at death’s door and still toying with him once more?
“Is this what I want? Hand it over yourself, don’t make me search you, it’d be ugly for everyone.” Li Weiyi lowered his voice, then chose compromise: “As long as you return my money… sparing your life tonight isn’t impossible.”
Sparing tonight didn’t mean tomorrow.
Li Weiyi was confident that any enemy defeated by him would never catch up again; the gap would only widen.
Right now he couldn’t care about that, just wanted his money back.
Yang Qingxi realized something she didn’t know had really happened: “You can be more direct.”
Li Weiyi took a deep breath, word by word: “Those… five… chests… of… spring… coins…”
“The five chests of spring coins stolen from the Bing Zu Marsh arena?” Yang Qingxi suddenly understood.
Li Weiyi said: “Hand them over, for your life.”
After brief thought: “What makes you think they’re with me?”
Li Weiyi lost patience for further talk: “Search her, search her whole body.”
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
Shi Shishi volunteered.
Li Weiyi shot him a glance, looked to Bai Shu: “You do it.”
Bai Shu carefully searched Yang Qingxi’s body, finding a boundary bag.
After probing the boundary bag, Li Weiyi shook his head: “Keep searching!”
After a full search, naturally nothing. Bai Shu tapped her chin with a finger: “Martial cultivators at the Seventh Sea can store extremely important things in their ancestral field. What you’re looking for might be in her ancestral field.”
Li Weiyi didn’t think Yang Qingxi would hide five chests of spring coins in her ancestral field; using mind power, he summoned “Er Feng,” preparing to have it identify the magic energy.
“Hua!”
Suddenly.
Space fluctuations appeared in Yang Qingxi’s ancestral field below her navel, countless needle rain flying out from within.
“Watch out!”
Li Weiyi shoved Bai Shu away, his body crashing toward Yang Qingxi.
Wearing night-walking clothes and corpse clothes soft armor, his upper body wasn’t afraid of magic energy flying needles.
Seizing the chance, Yang Qingxi ignored her neck being severed, forcefully breaking free of the Yellow Dragon Sword at her neck; a hideous terrifying sword mark gash appeared on her snow-white neck.
“Bang bang!”
After several hard clashes, both exploded back apart, Yang Qingxi escaping.
Bai Shu swung her arm, a talisman light striking Yang Qingxi’s back.
Behind the Xianle Workshop was a wide river channel; by the time Li Weiyi chased there, Yang Qingxi had vanished without a trace.
Yang Qingxi could escape from Zuo Qiu Ting’s hands, so her speed and concealment methods were naturally extraordinary.
Shi Shishi came to Li Weiyi’s side, inspecting: “Should be water escape from the five elements escape technique, similar to the earth escape cultivated by our Earth Wolf King Army martial cultivators, but more refined.”
Li Weiyi said: “Yang Qingxi chose to hide here, not by chance. Young Lady Bai Shu, what you struck out earlier was a tracking talisman, right?”
Bai Shu shook her head: “Six Desires Talisman!”
Li Weiyi and Shi Shishi both stared at her in stunned disbelief.
“Don’t joke! This woman definitely took Weiyi bro’s important treasure, we must chase her down.” Shi Shishi said.
Bai Shu said: “Do I look like I’m joking?”
Li Weiyi sensed something, crouched down, looking at the river surface.
The river water was growing redder and redder.
Looking upstream, his face instantly froze.
This river, flowing from below Taoli Mountain through the city toward Bing Zu Marsh, had turned into a blood river.
Some mutilated floating corpses appeared on the river surface.
“What brutal battle happened upstream? Even the river water is dyed red.”
Shi Shishi and Bai Shu saw the scene, their faces grave and pale.
Corpses rushing down from upstream increased; some in official robes, some demon race martial cultivators, some Jiu Li and Zuo Qiu Gatehouse martial cultivators.
Li Weiyi’s face suddenly changed; a magic energy mist rope flew from his fingertip, fishing up a brocade-clothed corpse and placing it on the shore.
More precisely, half a corpse.
Qi Wangshu was bisected at the waist, only the upper body left.
Shi Shishi knew Qi Wangshu was Li Weiyi’s friend, consoling: “Weiyi bro, this is war, tonight especially a life-or-death war. The Imperial Court must win, Zuo Qiu Gatehouse and Jiu Li must win, destined to kill until blood flows like rivers. And from the looks, the Far West Ash Region has joined in too.”
Li Weiyi’s mood was heavy; he bagged Qi Wangshu’s half corpse, also took Yang Zhiyong and Yang Yun, and sped back to Qin Garden.
Earlier, even in the most dangerous straits, when Yang Qingxi escaped, she’d taken Yang Zhiyong. Clearly, these two were useful; Yang Qingxi had her weaknesses in character too.
Bai Shu traveled with Li Weiyi.
“Once Yang Qingxi discovers she’s hit with the Six Desires Talisman, she’ll definitely come find you. This is the best way to pin her down!”
With three trump cards in hand, Li Weiyi was sure he could recover the five chests of spring coins.
He decided to first return to Qin Garden to hide for a time, using the dao fruit to fully cultivate the fourth sea of qi.
Tonight’s battle was destined to be tragic.
No one knew what pattern Qiu Prefecture City would have tomorrow?
Only with sufficiently strong cultivation could one protect oneself, then advance.
Back at Qin Garden, Li Weiyi and Bai Shu immediately used mind power to deploy more formations and defenses.
The sounds of battle in the city rang through the entire night.
The next day, dawn barely broke.
Yin Nine and Cang Li fled to Qin Garden, covered in blood.
Li Weiyi immediately opened the formation, letting them in, instructing Bai Shu to clean the blood traces along the road.
Yin Nine had lost an arm; his night-walking clothes long shredded, his exposed upper body like rotten mud, blood gashes everywhere, bones broken in who knows how many places. The battle axe in his hand was full of nicks, like scrap iron.
Cang Li’s armor was tattered, his back caved in by a claw strike, skull severely deformed.
He gently set down Yin Ten, whom he held in his arms, on the ground.
Yin Ten’s body was pierced through by a claw, a bowl-sized blood hole; her five viscera and six bowels shattered. It was Cang Li’s continuous magic energy input that kept her barely alive.
Blood kept surging from her mouth: “Bro… bro…”
Yin Nine hurriedly bent down, grasping her ice-cold little hand with his remaining arm, tears rolling hot: “A-Li… A-Li… I’m here… We escaped from Luan Sheng Lin You… all thanks to you, all thanks to you…”
Yin Ten finally couldn’t say anything more; her hand went limp, eyes still open, but pupils lost their luster.
Even with Yin Nine, Cang Li, and Li Weiyi all inputting magic energy, it was no use.
Yin Nine’s temperament was so tough and resilient, yet now he wept speechless.
Cang Li stood tall beside, eyes reddened, full of bloodshot.
Li Weiyi could hardly accept this fact, eyes blank and empty, gazing toward the lakeside small dwelling in the distance.
In his mind surfaced that night Yin Ten’s stunning dance in his room, smoke gauze flowing immortal skirt, tinkling rings and pendants, plain gauze shawl, waist bound with dancing belt. The dance ended, the beauty gone, leaving only fragrant scent filling the room.
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Another 7000-plus words, can only repay slowly.
