Chapter 43: Passenger Ship To Jiuli City
Yan Qingqing rushed out of the range covered by the seven light marks, wanting to quickly take down Li Weiyi. The three-foot soft sword tore through the air, the sword mark tracing a tortuous and wondrous route, giving a sense of eerie killing intent that was impossible to defend against.
Li Weiyi knew the opponent had opened seven springs, so how could he dare to rashly take this sword?
He retreated at the fastest speed, immediately reaching into his bosom for the bottle containing Golden Crow Blood.
Yan Qingqing had gained the upper hand with one sword, so she naturally pressed the pursuit, not giving Li Weiyi any chance to counterattack.
“ Splash!”
Li Weiyi didn’t have time to pour the Golden Crow Blood onto the scripture belt, only feeling sword shadows filling the sky assaulting him, with sharp sounds filling his ears. Every sword tip seemed real, as if to stab him into a bloody sieve.
Without thinking, he turned and fled.
A sharp sword qi capable of piercing the body landed on his back, making a muffled sound. But it was blocked by the ghost flag draped outside and the corpse clothes soft armor worn inside, without injuring him.
“Want to escape?”
Yan Qingqing knew he had defensive magic tools, her heart filled with jealousy and hatred, and she raised her sword to chase after him.
Li Weiyi sometimes used the Chan Sect Twelve Loose Hands’ “Qing Xu Cicada Escape Step”, his figure like an illusion, steps overlapping. Other times, he used “Yellow Dragon Ascends to Heaven”, flying through the air, crossing over those coffin mounds stacked like small mountains, as if walking on flat ground.
Without borrowing the scripture belt, his speed was actually not inferior to Yan Qingqing who had opened seven springs.
“First killed one, now holding back another, I should already be considered to have exceeded the mission quota, right? If Li Ling can quickly take down the donkey-faced man, today there might be a chance to thoroughly resolve all hidden dangers.”
Li Weiyi had a certain understanding of his own strength, at least in speed, he was completely unafraid of so-called peak Yongquan martial arts cultivators like Yan Qingqing.
“Awoo!”
A deep and muffled wolf howl rose in the silence, echoing in the coffin sea, shaking the surrounding night mist to disperse.
“Boom! Boom! Boom…”
Heavy and swift running sounds approached from far to near.
Li Weiyi looked back and saw a five-to-six-meter-long white-furred wolf king chasing Li Ling, rapidly charging in this direction.
The white-furred wolf king’s body was half virtual and half solid, releasing cold air that instantly froze a layer of white frost on the floating coffins it ran over. Fang Tong stood steadily on the wolf’s back, his hands wearing thick black metal gloves.
The gloves weighed a hundred jin each, a martial arts heavy weapon, forged from a precious dense metal.
Li Weiyi immediately took out the Golden Crow Blood and poured it onto the scripture belt.
Yan Qingqing had already given up chasing him and attacked the fleeing Li Ling. She wanted to see if that mysterious man would continue to flee or turn back to save her.
In an instant, Li Ling fell into a dangerous situation with dogs in front and wolves behind, but her expression remained unchanged as she struck a palm toward Yan Qingqing’s incoming soft sword.
The palm wind contained magic power, like a wall of air, shaking the soft sword to tremble violently.
Yan Qingqing retreated repeatedly, her eyes full of incredulity, not expecting to lose to a Nether Lantern Guide Envoy in the spirit god realm in the martial arts domain.
“Roar!”
The snow wolf king caught up, swinging out sharp giant claws to smash Li Ling’s entire body into pulp.
“Bang!”
Li Ling swung her palm to counter, but couldn’t match it at all, her body flying off to one side, her entire arm drenched in blood. Before she could land steadily, Fang Tong leaped down from the wolf’s back, smashing a fist down toward her head.
Li Ling had just barely rolled away in a sorry state when Yan Qingqing came attacking with her sword from the other side.
“Ding!”
A yellow glow flashed as the two swords clashed.
The soft sword went soft, swinging away from in front of Li Ling.
Li Weiyi held his sword and joined her, standing back-to-back, scanning the three strong enemies on all sides.
“Your character is much better than I estimated, actually not abandoning me. Reliable!” Li Ling’s face and eyes remained ice-cold, but the corners of her lips curved up slightly.
“I just understand one principle: if we don’t kill that dog-like deformed humanoid race woman today, even escaping would be meaningless.”
That earlier sword clash made Li Weiyi realize that martial arts cultivators who had opened seven springs weren’t that scary.
The combat power of deformed humanoid races was just so-so.
Li Ling said, “Be careful, legend has it the snow wolf king is Shi Jiuzhai’s mount, its power and speed beyond what we can match. But it has a fatal weakness: it is not a real wolf body, but the soul of a magic tool. I can deal with it using mind power, but I need time to cast beast script.”
Li Weiyi looked at Fang Tong and Yan Qingqing, facing two with one, without the slightest confidence in his heart.
Beyond everyone’s expectations, including Li Ling herself. Li Weiyi picked her up on his back, his hands tightly hugging her legs, stepping the Qing Xu Cicada Escape Step, his body like an illusion dodging under Yan Qingqing’s stabbing sword, rushing toward the distance.
With the scripture belt’s boost, his speed surpassed seven-spring martial arts cultivators by a large margin.
“This time, it’s you who actively carried me on your back. I’m still an unmarried young lady, isn’t this too intimate? If word spreads…”
Before Li Ling could continue, Li Weiyi said, “The snow wolf king is chasing, how long does it take to cast the beast script?”
The bright light at Li Ling’s brow flickered like stars, and from the moment she was carried on Li Weiyi’s back, she had already been using mind power to draw beast script in her forehead spirit realm.
Fang Tong and Yan Qingqing both stood on the snow wolf king’s back, getting closer and closer to the two ahead.
“We can’t let her draw the beast script.”
In the next instant, Fang Tong grabbed Yan Qingqing’s left wrist, magic power surging into his arm, throwing her out with full force.
Yan Qingqing flying in mid-air, long hair fluttering, magic power turning to qi erupting from her body.
The soft sword like a wind-breaking arrow, shooting straight toward Li Ling below.
“Lend me your sword.”
Li Ling took the Yellow Dragon Sword from Li Weiyi’s hand, like a graceful startled swan elegantly flying up, meeting Yan Qingqing assaulting from above. In mid-air, the two women exchanged blows continuously, sword qi crisscrossing in all directions.
“Puff! Puff! Puff…”
When Li Ling landed, the Yellow Dragon Sword was dripping with blood.
When Yan Qingqing landed, she already had four or five bloody holes on her body. And welcoming her was Li Weiyi’s already prepared Heaven-Overturning Palm Seal.
This palm contained the power of the silver thread gloves, silver light striking her head.
“Bang”, accompanied by dense bone cracking sounds.
Yan Qingqing’s beautiful face instantly deformed and twisted, her entire head like a shattered jar, not only bleeding from seven orifices, but the orifices themselves becoming indistinct.
She fell straight down, lifeless.
Meanwhile, the snow wolf king carried icy cold air and instantly charged over, its body brilliant with white light. And the beast script in Li Ling’s forehead spirit realm had also been drawn complete, flying out from her brow.
“Seeking death!”
In the blinding white light, Fang Tong suddenly charged out like a killing god. By the time Li Ling prepared to swing her sword to meet him, it was already too late.
The heavy fist struck Li Ling like a cannonball, sending her flying like a stalk of wheat straw, spitting blood, unable to stand again.
At the same time, the beast script struck the snow wolf king’s brow.
The snow wolf king let out a high-pitched and pained howl, its body shrinking, light and cold air gathering, transforming into a wolf fang that clattered to the ground.
This patch of coffin sea quieted down!
Only Li Weiyi and Fang Tong stood four zhang apart.
Both had chilling auras in their eyes, their fields locking onto each other.
Not far away, Yan Qingqing was dead. And Li Ling’s clothes were already dyed red with blood, her life or death unknown.
Even if Li Ling had a thousand flaws, she was now his ally of shared life and death. Seeing her injured to such a degree, Li Weiyi’s battle intent and killing intent were both extremely fervent.
No words.
Fang Tong stepped forward slowly, then quickened to a dash.
Li Weiyi had no intention of competing with him at all, directly taking out the Evil Camel Bell, injecting magic power, and shaking it.
“Dang dang!”
The sound gradually became deafening.
“Splash!”
The Evil Camel Bell flew out, transforming into a half-virtual half-solid giant camel that collided violently with the charging Fang Tong.
Fang Tong never expected the opponent to have such a powerful magic tool, already affected in his mind by the bell, unable to react in time before being hurled high by the camel, feeling as if all his bones were broken.
The next moment, a thunderous boom resounded.
Li Weiyi used the black iron seal to strike out a wrist-thick blinding electric bolt that snaked and spread, piercing through his body.
“Bang!”
By the time Fang Tong crashed to the ground, he was charred all over, with a bowl-sized bloody hole in his chest, dying without understanding where he had lost.
Li Weiyi walked up to him, confirmed he was dead, then went to check on Li Ling.
Injured very severely, but still breathing.
He carefully searched the corpses of Fang Tong, Yan Qingqing, and Xing Wanxing, collecting various valuables, before kicking them all into the blood sea.
Afterward, Li Weiyi picked up the blood-drenched Li Ling and walked back.
…
Five days later, when Li Ling woke up, she was already on a ship heading to Jiu Li City.
The ship was a giant passenger sailboat over twenty zhang long, departing from Yao Guan, sailing upstream along the Sui River. The deck had three layers of ship towers, with over a hundred cabins.
Li Ling lay on a bed in a spacious cabin on the first layer of the ship tower, wearing a white silk undergarment, her chest and abdomen wrapped in gauze, already treated by a witch doctor in Yao Guan.
The old mammy guarding by the bed was hired by Zhao Zhizhuo in Yao Guan.
Upon learning the Fourth Miss had awakened, he hurried to pay respects, entering the cabin only after permission. He then told her how the Xie Jin brothers had brought her to Yao Guan, how they had sought the beast Li witch doctor for treatment, and how everyone was now heading to Jiu Li City, about to arrive at the Cang Li Tribe first.
Li Ling half-sat on the couch, covered with a thin light quilt, long hair naturally draped, gazing at the vast river surface and faint mountains outside the door, exuding a sense of tranquility, sickly pallor, and cold elegance, slowly saying, “Zhao Zhizhuo, at the Mang Mountain Grand Sacrifice forty years ago, you ranked first among the Ninety-Nine Geniuses. At twenty-three, you stepped into the Five Seas Realm, at forty-one you fully opened the five seas, and that same year, you were shattered in your spring eyes by Sui Sect’s Yao Qian, breaking your five seas. The gentleman Yao Qian is now surely one of the top figures on the 《Jia Zi List》, right?”
Zhao Zhizhuo first felt bitter guilt, then some incredulity; for a young lady like the Fourth Miss to remember the history of a has-been so clearly stirred deep emotion in his heart.
This kind of attention meant more to someone ignored for years yet once glorious than any praise or reward.
He said ashamedly, “Just first among the Ninety-Nine Geniuses, not even entering the top nine. The Fourth Miss remembers well!”
“Everyone who has contributed to the Cang Li Tribe, we will remember.”
Pausing, Li Ling asked, “Are they also on the ship?”
“The Fourth Miss means Xie brothers and his companion?” Zhao Zhizhuo said, “They’re going to Jiu Li City, just along the way.”
Li Ling said, “He didn’t tell you his real name? Never mind, that’s not important.”
Zhao Zhizhuo was slightly stunned, then said, “Shall I go tell Xie brother that the young lady has awakened… He was quite concerned about your injuries.”
Li Ling said, “Go!”
Exiting the cabin.
Zhao Zhizhuo thought of something, turned to bow and ask, “We’ll arrive at the Cang Li Tribe this evening. Shall we disembark to return to the tribe, or go to Jiu Li City?”
“My brother has surely gone to the Jiu Li Dao Academy, and my parents are managing business in Jiu Li City, so no need to return to the tribe first.” Li Ling said.
