Chapter 285: Yao Qingxuan?
The dim underground world.
On the expansive Nether Spirit Plain spanning dozens of li, strands of breeze arose from thin air, blowing up Tang Wanzhou’s dark black robes and long hair.
She held her sword, gazing at the white-clothed woman slowly walking from the plain: “Before the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival, Lingxiao had gone sixty years without seeing a Longevity Pill. In this current world, under sixty years old, in the past one Jia Zi, only Zuo Qiu Ling who broke through to Longevity could earn this Lord’s high regard. Today, have I encountered another?”
A cloud bridge appeared under the white-clothed woman’s feet, stepping on ripples of magic energy, walking above the thorns, traversing the air, now only several li away from Tang Wanzhou: “In the same realm, Zuo Qiu Ling was once defeated by my hand.”
Only those who understood Zuo Qiu Ling’s strength could grasp the weight of these words.
Coincidentally, both Tang Wanzhou and Li Weiyi had clashed with Zuo Qiu Ling, deeply aware of how terrifying that Lingxiao Leader’s combat power was.
In the battle at the Mind Power Stone Wall of the Jiu Li Hidden Sect, Li Weiyi at the Eighth Spring was utterly unable to do anything to Zuo Qiu Ling of the Nine Springs Realm. Only in the same realm could he be confident of defeating him.
Tang Wanzhou sensed the aura of a Longevity Seeker on the white-clothed woman.
Atop the Starfire Altar behind her, that mysterious Saint Spirit Mind Master old man appeared. The old man stood in the darkness, absorbing all light, thus concealing his figure and face, visible only as a shadow.
Any Dao Seed Realm Martial Cultivator facing the pressure of a Longevity Realm Martial Cultivator and a Saint Spirit Mind Master simultaneously would have long collapsed in will, kneeling on the ground.
Tang Wanzhou’s eyes showed no fear, instead burning with fierce battle intent: “Within one Jia Zi, someone who could defeat Zuo Qiu Ling in the same realm—why has this Lord never seen you? Not even heard of you? The Sheng Family Old Ancestor standing atop the altar, this Lord has at least heard his name and could judge his identity. Who exactly are you?”
Atop the altar, the Saint Spirit Mind Master old man lightly sighed: “The young people nowadays are truly formidable. From just a brief clash, he judged this old man’s identity. This cultivation, this mind—those so-called Young Son of Heaven, how could they compare?”
The white-clothed woman said: “You are too young and have long been in the north; it’s normal not to know me.”
Tang Wanzhou perceived that the Saint Spirit Mind Master was deploying a formation, so she rolled the Great Phoenix into her sleeve, executed a movement technique, vanished from the cliff edge, and headed straight for Li Weiyi and Tuo Ba Bu Tuo who were pinned on the Nether Spirit Plain.
The white-clothed woman’s face showed no expression as she lightly lifted her right hand fingers.
“Chi chi!”
On the Nether Spirit Plain, those glowing thorns, stimulated by a strange power, grew wildly, transforming into vines covered in sharp spikes.
These vines, wrapped in Longevity Magic Energy, were sharp like metal.
Tang Wanzhou swung her sword in a horizontal cleave.
“Hua!”
The thorny vines surging toward her were all reduced to powder, one sword clearing a li-wide path ahead.
“Young Lord, do not leave—most of the companions you brought are still in the altar. How could you bear to abandon them?”
Atop the Starfire Altar, from the Saint Spirit Mind Master old man’s brow flew countless Spiritual Light Chains. These Spiritual Light Chains transformed into light whips dozens of li long, brilliant and scorching, whipping rapidly and sinuously, shattering the air with explosions, denting the ground.
Tang Wanzhou executed her movement technique, her figure like an illusion, dodging seven or eight times in succession before abruptly stopping.
She turned and stood firm, her sword intent instantly surging dozens of li outward.
The next moment.
Influenced by her magic energy, snowflakes began drifting across the entire Nether Spirit Plain, countless strands of sword qi flying and shuttling amid the heavy snow.
She raised her sword with both hands, domineeringly crossing several li of space, cleaving toward the Starfire Altar.
“Huala!”
Myriad sword qi in the snow accompanied this cleaving sword, transforming into a torrential tide of sword qi surging toward that Saint Spirit Mind Master old man.
Under Tang Wanzhou’s feet, the ground tore open, forming a long gully.
All the Spiritual Light Chain light whips were shattered by one sword, exploding in midair into particles of light rain. It forced that Saint Spirit Mind Master old man to use the formation to protect his body before blocking the sword qi.
Tang Wanzhou had just turned, not yet taken a step.
An icy gale blasted head-on, flakes of snow like ice blades battering her pale face.
In Tang Wanzhou’s vision, countless massive tornadoes appeared on the Nether Spirit Plain, connecting the ground to the endless darkness above. The wind force was so fierce it tore her Dao Heart External Manifestation to pieces.
“Shua!”
Like an illusion, the white-clothed woman’s graceful and slender figure appeared before her out of thin air.
So fast that even with Tang Wanzhou’s eyesight, she felt the other’s figure blur, her hand techniques changing endlessly.
A palm seal struck!
All the wind force and tornadoes compressed into a limited space, coiling around the white-clothed woman’s arm.
This palm grew slower and clearer the closer it came to Tang Wanzhou, as if lightly pressed out.
Tang Wanzhou retreated at utmost speed, clearly understanding in her heart that it was not the opponent slowing down, but an illusion produced after being locked by the opponent’s mind. If she did not break free of the mind binding, she could only passively take hits.
“Boom!”
From Tang Wanzhou’s lower abdomen Zu Tian erupted a brilliant sword qi beam.
Within the sword qi accompanied bone-piercing cold air, freezing the Nether Spirit Plain yard by yard.
Breaking free of the white-clothed woman’s mind suppression, Tang Wanzhou’s eyes sharp, she stepped forward, raising her sword to cleave mountains and split peaks.
“Peng!”
The white-clothed woman’s palm seal collided with the Divine Snow Sword.
Vigorous energy ripples exploded outward, shaking Li Weiyi and Tuo Ba Bu Tuo ten li away flying and falling to the ground.
Tang Wanzhou retreated two li, kneeling on one knee, blood trickling from her mouth, her ten fingers blood-drenched, finger bones fully broken.
The Divine Snow Sword flew obliquely away, landing a hundred zhang distant.
“One of the Jiu Li Tribe’s nine fundamental martial arts, the Heavenly Wind Palm Technique!” Tang Wanzhou raised her head, staring at the white-clothed woman.
“With Dao Seed Realm cultivation, able to break free from my mind suppression and receive one palm without falling— you are truly very strong.”
The white-clothed woman’s tone carried no emotion, cold and aloof.
Tang Wanzhou sensed a suffocating power fluctuation, looking upward. There, a massive formation coalesced, its disk dense with profound scripts, radiating golden light, pressing downward to suppress.
The entire atmosphere sank and gathered downward.
“To suppress this Lord, you are still not enough.”
“Hua!”
Tang Wanzhou pressed one palm to her lower abdomen Zu Tian, space energy erupting, her figure vanishing without a trace, escaping shadowlessly.
“Not good, it’s a space escape technique. She is only Dao Seed Realm— how could she have cultivated a space escape technique?”
Shan Ze old man rushed out from the altar, flashing to Tang Wanzhou’s previous position, releasing mind power to search everywhere, extremely tense.
If Tang Wanzhou escaped, many secrets of the Divine Cult would be exposed.
That Saint Spirit Mind Master old man detected space fluctuations in a certain direction and immediately used light escape mind technique to pursue.
Moments later.
The Saint Spirit Mind Master old man returned, standing in his dark, lightless area, voice low: “Venerable, her attainment in the Path of Space is extremely high; she can continuously execute escape techniques. She got away!”
The white-clothed woman reached out through the air to grab the Divine Snow Sword, holding it in hand to toy with, faintly saying: “Lingxiao’s first outstanding person born in a thousand years— how could she be so easily dealt with? She cannot escape; Hall Master An will be waiting for her on the road back to the entrance main hall.”
Shan Ze breathed a sigh of relief, laughing: “With the Hall Master personally acting, even if Tang Wanzhou breaks through to Longevity, she can only surrender helplessly.”
The white-clothed woman looked at Shan Ze: “Elder Li, although this operation allowed Tang Wanzhou to escape and is not perfect, it was all thanks to the precise information you provided that we could react swiftly, wait at ease for the exhausted enemy, firmly grasp the initiative, and deal with all these intruders. For this merit, go to Ku Rong Hall yourself to redeem resources for Spirit Mind Master cultivation!”
“It is all due to the Venerable’s strategic planning.” Shan Ze showed joy, hurriedly bowing in salute.
The white-clothed woman looked at the twenty surviving martial cultivators suppressed by the Saint Spirit Mind Master old man with runes atop the altar: “Take them all back to headquarters and lock them in the Divine Prison. For the dead, transport the corpses to Zu Tian to make fertilizer for the rice fields.”
“Chi Zhen, Chi Ming, you two are responsible for clearing the battlefield. Do not let anyone see traces of a Longevity Seeker or Saint Spirit Mind Master making a move.”
Finally.
The white-clothed woman’s gaze fell on the distant Li Weiyi: “He will be handled by me!”
……
Li Weiyi lay on the ground, unable to move, saw a graceful figure in white clothes walking over, then was struck by an unknown force, his vision going black as he fainted.
Fundamentally unable to resist, his Guardian Wife also did not appear.
When he woke again, he did not know how much time had passed.
His head ached unbearably, eyelids heavy.
He struggled to open a slit.
Li Weiyi found himself lying on a wooden floor, the sound of gurgling stream water growing clearer in his ears, a faint fragrance at his nose.
His five senses returned.
He immediately mobilized magic energy, circulating it through the veins in his body, gradually alleviating the headache.
“The magic energy imprisonment on my body has disappeared!”
Supporting with both hands, Li Weiyi stood up.
Before him was an ancient and elegant hall, three calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. In the corner bronze cauldron, smoke curled, fragrance overflowing.
The Yellow Dragon Sword and Tang Wanzhou’s Divine Snow Sword lay flat on the desk.
“That is…”
The lamps in the room were made from exotic beast flesh and blood, burning half a month without extinguishing.
And below the calligraphy and paintings, inside the most ornate lampshade, was actually a Spirit Platform Blazing Star Stone Fragment.
Li Weiyi leaned close, observing carefully through the lampshade, confirming it was truly a Spirit Platform Blazing Star Stone Fragment, secretly tongue-tied at how luxurious the owner here was, using such a treasure for lighting.
After his mental state fully recovered, he immediately pressed his chest, taking out the Dao Ancestor Tai Chi Fish, then long exhaling in relief.
As long as it was not lost, it was fine.
All his possessions were stored in the Blood Mud Space.
“Not good… the Insect Bag?”
Li Weiyi searched his entire body but did not find the Insect Bag containing the Phoenix Wing Moth Emperor. Apart from the Great Phoenix, all six little ones were in the bag.
Quickly calming down, he tried hard to recall and think.
“The Spring Eye and Sea of Qi are not sealed, nor have I been thrown into the so-called Divine Prison, meaning I am currently safe.”
“The white-clothed woman used the Medicine Li Tribe’s Heavenly Wind Palm Technique against Tang Wanzhou— could it really be Yao Yin’s mother, Yao Qingxuan?”
“Shan Ze seems to be one of theirs.”
In Li Weiyi’s mind surfaced the tragic sight of Tang Hu and over a dozen Dao Seed Realm masters being killed; he dared not harbor lucky thoughts, picking up the Yellow Dragon Sword and Divine Snow Sword from the desk. After thinking, he also took the Spirit Platform Blazing Star Stone Fragment from the lampshade.
The hall’s door was open.
“Hua!”
After Li Weiyi went out, he quickly descended the stone steps, but after merely charging three zhang, a layer of formation light gauze manifested out of thin air, shocking him back, nearly unsteady on his feet.
“No wonder no one is guarding; they directly threw me to the ground— so a formation envelops this place.”
“Hua!”
Raising the Yellow Dragon Sword, mobilizing magic energy, he cleaved horizontally with full power.
On the light gauze appeared dense formation scripts, once again shocking him back.
His five fingers gripping the sword ached and numbed.
“Not simple— a single mansion actually deployed such a powerful formation.”
Li Weiyi did not force it, flashing away to search for other exits.
This building complex was quite vast, dotted with pavilions, with streams and lakes; the lakeside planted with abundant glowing exotic flowers and herbs. However, apart from the building with the hall from earlier, the rest was very desolate, leaves covering the ground, no one to sweep or tend.
Li Weiyi stopped at the lakeside, gazing toward the opposite shore.
Hundreds of meters away, a Xie Shan Roof Style green tile palace hall sat there, tiles gleaming, walls like immortal jade, the top full of exotic beast light shadows, extremely mystical, not made of mortal materials.
In the blood-red lake bloomed a kind of lotus-like exotic flower, petals gorgeous and crystalline, scarlet flames burning atop them, causing the lake water to steam, blood mist pervading.
Weirdly.
The heaven and earth aura here was very similar to the Underground Immortal Mansion.
Above his head, no sky, but endless pitch black.
If he was still in the Underground Immortal Mansion now, many things would be hard to explain.
The Underground Immortal Mansion’s entrance had only been discovered about ten months ago.
Yet the environment and layout here could not possibly have been built within a year; it seemed to have existed for a long time, more like the prosperous scene of the Pojia Luo Cult tens of thousands of years ago.
Li Weiyi narrowed his eyes, seeing six familiar light clusters flying over from the lake surface.
