Chapter 63: Dragon And Tiger Fight
On the giant ship, all the tycoons paying attention to the shore battle were speculating about the realm and background of that Spring Gushing junior with several magic tools on him.
“One night killing so many Seven Springs Martial Cultivators and Top Hundred Martial Artists, breaking through the desperate siege in the Sui River—I admit that in Spring Gushing Realm, I absolutely couldn’t do it. This kid has made a name for himself tonight!” Shi Jiuzhai praised.
The Dragon-named Man still stood at the bow, as if rooted there, and said indifferently, “This world never lacks geniuses, but geniuses with such battle will and battle wisdom are rare. Once he breaks into Five Seas Realm…”
Shi Jiuzhai looked at Yang Qingxi’s face, cold as frost, and asked, “What’s his name?”
“Why doesn’t Jiuzhai Law King ask the Great Zen Master?”
Yang Qingxi naturally had no good expression toward Shi Jiuzhai. If not for him and the White-Clad Hermit stopping her, how could that Spring Gushing Realm kid capture Yang Yun right in front of her and escape scot-free?
If there’s shame to bear, everyone bears it together.
The Killing Notice was posted in your Five Burial Temple.
Master Yuzhen laughed nonchalantly, “Haha, killing misses happen often. Just a mere Spring Gushing—Young Lady Yang, don’t take it too seriously. The two Five Seas Realm experts from Chang Lin Gang have already gone to pursue; they will surely rescue your brother.”
With someone else’s own brother captured, the White-Clad Hermit and Shi Jiuzhai naturally couldn’t stop it anymore and each dispatched one person to rescue.
Yang Qingxi’s state of mind had recovered from the initial anger, and she said calmly, “Yang Yun, as an Eight Springs outstanding person and direct son of Yang Clan, led so many masters in pursuit and blockade, yet was captured by an unknown person. Even if he dies, it’s only because he has high ambitions but low abilities, and no one can be blamed, right, Senior An, Jiuzhai Law King?”
Yang Yun was captured, life and death unknown, but at this moment, it instead became her bargaining chip to strive for more benefits.
The first negotiation on profit sharing among the four sides officially began.
They could only settle on a rough plan; the true decision on how to divide Li Zhou lay with the real old-generation tycoons behind them. Of course, a meeting at that level also meant the great battle had arrived.
In the end, they decided to play it safe and first follow the old man surnamed Li’s plan to probe the real or not of Jiu Li Hidden Sect.
Of course, the reason for temporarily delaying the war had another important cause.
That was the great change in Zangxian Town.
Having already come to Li Zhou, how could they not go investigate? For it to draw all the old-generation figures from Jiu Li City, this opportunity was definitely not small!
What exactly happened there?
“Roar!”
Accompanied by a tiger roar that shook the entire night sky, Cang Li, riding the giant tiger-like exotic beast Zou Wu, stood tall with a ten-foot silver spear in hand, charging out of Jiu Li City’s city gate straight to the distant bulging Sui River Bank.
The giant tiger raised its head and roared, shaking the water waves into turmoil.
On the giant ship, doors and windows shook, Sui banners fluttered, and all objects trembled.
Master Yuzhen said, “The battle inside the city seems to have ended! Young Lady Yang, this time your Yang Clan and Cang Li Tribe have completely torn faces, right?”
“How could that be?”
Yang Qingxi smiled, “Our two families have generations of marriage alliances, thick bloodline ties—a small conflict like this, how could it tear faces?”
“Is that so? Why do I see him full of killing intent.”
Shi Jiuzhai stared tightly at the distant shore, only seeing Cang Li riding the Zou Wu exotic beast with hooves treading the river, magic energy overflowing and condensing into a tiger shadow dozens of feet high, stirring up towering waves—that momentum as if to flip the entire giant ship over.
“At this critical juncture, you shouldn’t expose yourselves. I’ll go meet this so-called Jiu Li successor and see if he truly has the weight of a successor.”
“Swish!”
The Dragon-named Man’s figure flickered and disappeared from the deck.
The next moment, he appeared on the water surface dozens of feet away, treading against the Sui River’s current, with magic energy clouds rising around him, floating elegantly like a handsome immortal lord, directly colliding toward Cang Li who came riding the Zou Wu exotic beast.
All the magic energy clouds condensed into a massive dragon shadow, emitting a high-pitched dragon’s roar, winding and rolling forward in the water.
“Rumble!”
Dragon fights tiger, magic energy surges, the Sui River nearly broken by the two.
The people from Coffin Mountain and Earth Wolf King Army took the opportunity to leave the giant ship, silently vanishing into the eternal night.
Yang Qingxi sat by the magic tool bone lamp, her bright eyes gazing fixedly at the two clashing on the distant river surface, her eyes returning to the initial calm and waveless state, with no emotion visible, no one knowing what she was thinking at this moment.
In this world, people and matters are real or fake; if one can’t see through them, better to pretend to see through.
Shi Chuan Yu dragged his wounded body aboard the giant ship, knelt with a thud at Yang Qingxi’s feet, and cried bitterly, “Young Lady, this subordinate is incompetent, letting Young Master Yun be captured by that Li thief. I willingly accept any punishment.”
Yang Qingxi took out a Five Seas Pill, threw it to the ground as if slipping from her fingers, gracefully rose, dragging her long gossamer skirt hem, her porcelain-like jade body heading to the second floor of the ship tower, and said indifferently, “You opening Eight Springs makes you a talent. But after taking this Five Seas Pill, whether you break into Five Seas Realm or not, you must bring back Yang Yun and Li Weiyi for me… dead or alive.”
Shi Chuan Yu was overjoyed, hurriedly stuffing the Five Seas Pill into his mouth “wolfing it down,” then kowtowing “thud thud”: “I swear to kill the Li thief and rescue Young Master Yun.”
…
Yang Yun woke in his own screams, discovering his right arm twisted off by Li Weiyi, looking around with no ally in sight, immediately realizing he would die at the hands of this killing star today.
He regretted deeply, grief surging.
As direct son of Yang Clan, only seventeen and already breaking Eight Springs, with hope to rush to Nine Springs Supreme Person. Even if not breaking Nine Springs, taking a Five Seas Pill would immediately make him a Five Seas Realm expert—what glory in the future?
Dying here, he was unwilling.
“Ah…”
His left arm was also twisted off.
After screaming, Yang Yun desperately said, “Brother Li… hear me out… killing me does you no good… as long as you don’t kill me, I can do anything… ah…”
His right leg was broken.
Yang Yun sweated profusely in pain, body trembling, panicked to the extreme, babbling in his dizziness, “I have money… I’ll pay to buy my life…”
“How much?”
In the darkness, Li Weiyi, who had been silent, suddenly asked.
Yang Yun’s spirit shook—this trick worked, he hurriedly said, “A lot… I have lots of money…”
“Name a number.” Li Weiyi said.
Yang Yun said, “One hundred… no, ten million silver coins…”
Ten million silver coins was ten billion copper coins.
Li Weiyi absolutely didn’t believe he could produce so much money, so he sneered.
Afraid Li Weiyi wouldn’t believe, Yang Yun hurriedly said, “I don’t have it, but my sister does. Brother Li… trust me, from now on I owe you ten million silver coins. If I can’t pay, I’ll repay with… everything I can mortgage… I, Yang Yun, always keep my word…”
“Good! I remember it—you owe me ten million silver coins and a carriage.” Li Weiyi said.
Just as Yang Yun thought Li Weiyi was easy to fool and felt delighted, his mouth emitted another scream—his left leg broken by Li Weiyi.
“This is much safer; otherwise, I was really worried you’d break free of the rope and escape.”
Li Weiyi bound Yang Yun’s four limbs to a small boat, took off his blood robe and threw it on him. Then, he cut his wrist, letting blood slowly flow into the river water.
After doing all this, Li Weiyi pushed the small boat out, releasing Yang Yun.
With the rapid current, the small boat drifted quickly downstream.
“If Yang Clan and Sui Sect people find you before your blood runs out, it means your fate isn’t exhausted. Another day, I’ll go to Yang Clan to collect the debt.”
Li Weiyi ignored Yang Yun’s muttering curses on the small boat, dove into the water, and swam toward the opposite Sui River Bank.
With Yang Yun’s scent leading the pursuers downstream, Li Weiyi would have enough time to flee into Mang Mountain Range, hoping to heal his wounds before they tracked up.
Reaching the opposite shore, Li Weiyi immediately took a brand-new set of clothes from the Evil Camel Bell and put it on, rushing into the mountains in the night.
Mang Mountain Range has peaks standing in rows, stretching north-south along the western border of Li Zhou, connecting south to Departed Spirit Fog Domain and Blood Sea, extending a thousand miles north into Zhizhou.
Legend has it that in this vast, deep mountain range, every mountain peak is an emperor’s tomb.
Cang Wang Tomb is one of them.
Fleeing all night, Li Weiyi had long entered deep into Mang Mountain Range.
By the time the sky turned fish-belly white, he finally couldn’t hold on, body going soft, collapsing onto thick fallen leaves in a dense forest—both wounds and stamina exhaustion at their limit.
At this moment, he didn’t want to think about anything, just wanted to sleep first, regardless of whether he could wake.
The sun rose.
The first ray of sunlight sprinkled into the dense forest, passing through branches and leaves, spotting on his face.
It was this instant.
A beam of light actually passed through his body, appearing in his mind, lighting up the darkness in his skull.
Lying on the ground with eyes tightly closed, Li Weiyi murmured, “Day and night alternate, spiritual light flashes, Spirit God path opens. Who knew, deliberately planting flowers fails to bloom, but casually planting willows succeeds.”
“The more one wants to cultivate it out, the less spiritual light appears. Instead, at this moment when least wanting to cultivate, spiritual light appears.”
“Perhaps Spirit Tablet Senior was right—during past cultivation, my mind had too many distracting thoughts!”
…
Li Weiyi forced his exhausted, painfully aching body to sit up, meditating as taught by Spirit Tablet Senior, absorbing the radiance released by the sun… tentatively calling it the sun!
Sunlight wasn’t in strands, but in particles.
Soon, countless light particle dots enveloped his body, drilling in and out inside, with rosy glow shining, making him seated amid withered branches and fallen leaves seem full of vibrant life force, wounds visibly healing.
Day and night alternate, withering and flourishing transform.
At the same time, the Dao Ancestor Tai Chi Fish hanging on his neck, which he had never known how to activate and urge, after absorbing those light particles, actually started operating.
The surrounding scenes, including the ground beneath Li Weiyi, immediately underwent earth-shaking changes.
