Hearing the magnetic voice coming from outside, Yang Qingxi didn’t know if it was an act or genuine, but a hint of youthful joy, like that of a maiden in spring, surfaced in her calm eyes. She smiled and said, “The old folks left the city last night.
Young Master Long, as the inheritor of countless prestigious families, dares to come to Li Prefecture alone to plan such a grand scheme. How could I, Qingxi, possibly compare to your courage and boldness?”
In the face of countless prestigious families, even though Yang Qingxi was the top talent among the younger generation of the Yang clan, and despite her aloof and arrogant demeanor, she could only resort to flattery and ingratiation. The man with the surname Long stood on the deck.
Behind him, under the eaves of the ship tower, hung a lantern painted with a court lady. The light emitted from the lantern was distorted by an invisible field around him, unable to illuminate his figure, making him appear as if he were always standing in the shadows. It was a mysterious and powerful aura.
His gaze was fixed on the intense pursuit happening on the shore. On the other side of the Sui River, near the Mang Mountain Range, the trees were dense, and there were no lights, only the towering silhouette of the mountains reaching into the clouds.
Shi Jiuzhai and a chubby teenager of about fifteen or sixteen years old emerged from the dense forest, looking out at the massive warship flying the flag with the character “Sui” in the center of the river.
“Yang Qingxi must be out of her mind to dock the ship here. Does she really not care about the Prefectural Governor’s office and the Nine Li Tribe? The Yang clan and the Sui Sect have really started to think of themselves as the rulers of Li Prefecture these past few years, even more arrogant than our Earth Wolf King Army,” Shi Jiuzhai couldn’t help but curse.
The chubby boy chuckled, “Brother Nine, Yang Qingxi is said to be a Pure Immortal Body and is rumored to be stunningly beautiful. If she were willing to let you sleep with her for a night, I guarantee you wouldn’t curse her anymore.”
“Cursing while sleeping would only add to the fun, wouldn’t it?”
Shi Jiuzhai laughed.
“While fighting too?”
“Haha! You’re still too young. Don’t learn bad habits from those six-colored guys!”
Shi Jiuzhai laughed, his eyes narrowing. In the distance, he saw a small black-roofed boat coming out of the city, heading toward the massive warship in the center of the river. The boat was rowed by a burly monk with a thick beard, wearing a red kasaya.
“They’re here! Let’s go, we’re heading over too.”
A gray cloud of magical energy appeared under Shi Jiuzhai’s feet as he stepped onto the river’s surface, covering several meters with each step. The chubby boy followed closely behind. Shi Jiuzhai and the chubby boy leaped onto the massive warship.
After glancing at the noble figure standing on the bow deck, they headed straight into the main hall. Yang Qingxi’s smile vanished, and she snorted coldly, “Shi Jiuzhai, your Earth Wolf King Army can’t even handle a small task properly. Failing to seize the coffin and kill the target is one thing, but you even exposed your identities.
Our plan to stir up conflict between the Buddhist thieves and the Nine Li Tribe has been completely ruined. How do you still have the face to come to Li Prefecture?” Yang Qingxi was naturally a participant in the plan.
When she and Yang Yun appeared at Demon Pass, they were waiting for news and handling the aftermath. Otherwise, how could they have coincidentally run into Li Ling? The crime of exposing the Snow Wolf King’s fangs was indeed serious.
Fortunately, Shi Jiuzhai brought back news of the Immortal Technique Star, which helped offset the blame. Shi Jiuzhai naturally wouldn’t bring up this embarrassing incident in front of Yang Qingxi. He smiled nonchalantly, “This lousy plan was flawed from the start.
Have you not seen how cowardly the Nine Li Tribe has become? Even if we had slaughtered all the coffin bearers of the Cang Li Tribe in Burial Immortal Town a month ago, they still wouldn’t dare to declare war on Xu Fodu. Unless… we wipe out the entire Cang Li Tribe, maybe then we could provoke their fighting spirit…”
“What’s the point of saying all this now? We can’t repeat the same trick. Your Earth Wolf King Army needs to give an explanation,” Yang Qingxi said.
Shi Jiuzhai sat down beside Yang Qingxi, looking out at the sparkling river and the fierce battle on the distant shore.
“Of course, there’s an explanation. Let me introduce a new friend who wants to join the game.”
Yang Qingxi sensed something and looked toward the opposite cabin wall. Through the cracks in the window, she could see several figures who had somehow boarded the ship, walking along the corridor toward the main entrance. Her expression turned completely cold, “How could you just bring people here without permission?”
The burly monk in the red kasaya had already reached the door. His deep voice rang out, “Your method of stirring up conflict is nothing more than a low-level conspiracy. Do you really think everyone in the world is a fool?
To conquer the world, you’ll eventually have to fight with real swords and spears. The world of Li Prefecture—Coffin Mountain wants a share too. Uncle, please come in!”
“No need, I’ll just stay outside and enjoy the breeze, get some fresh air.” …
Li Weiyi fought his way to the Sui River, his clothes already soaked in blood—some his own, but mostly his enemies’. The most severe injury was from an arrow shot by Murong Xiao, which grazed his shoulder blade. His bones felt misaligned, and the pain was unbearable.
If it weren’t for the corpse armor he wore underneath, the arrow wouldn’t have just grazed him—it would have pierced right through. Just as he leaped, aiming to dive into the Sui River— “Whoosh!” A nearly ten-meter-long metal whip, like a snake, shot out from a pitch-black, unlit fishing boat, wrapping around his left leg.
It yanked him, and his body uncontrollably plummeted toward the fishing boat. Two figures wielding fish spears rushed out from the boat. They were clearly not fishermen.
They were gang leaders who frequented the Sui River docks, both Seven Springs martial practitioners, waiting here to pick up the scraps. Li Weiyi used all his strength to control his body, slashing the metal whip wrapped around his leg with his sword. At the same time, he twisted in mid-air to dodge the incoming fish spears.
“Swish!”
At this life-and-death moment, he swung his sword down from mid-air, like a true god splitting mountains and cleaving through the earth.
“Taiyi Opens the Sea” reached the realm of Heavenly Dao fusion, severing the metal fish spears in the hands of the two men and even cutting off one of their arms.
This single strike terrified the two men on the boat, leaving them frozen in place. Li Weiyi fell into the shallow water by the boat, utterly exhausted. Just as he got up, a fierce wind roared behind him.
Yao Zhengsheng, wielding a thousand-pound iron rod, swung it down like a silver-backed giant ape leaping through the air.
“Boom!”
The rod smashed the bow of the fishing boat into splinters, sending wood fragments and water spraying everywhere. Li Weiyi barely dodged it. Lu Can, another top hundred martial artist ranked higher than Yao Zhengsheng, leaped from his silver-horned elk carriage, covering several meters in a single bound.
His tiger paw, the size of a fan, swiped down at Li Weiyi’s head. He was a tiger-like mutant. There were only so many types of ancient immortal beasts, and due to regional similarities, certain types of mutants tended to cluster.
For example, in Li Prefecture, tiger-like and ape-like mutants were common. Lu Can’s “Demon-Subduing Tiger Claw” had reached the realm of Heavenly Dao fusion. Even at his peak, Li Weiyi wouldn’t have been able to dodge it.
Unwilling as he was, he had no choice but to meet it head-on.
“Bang!”
Their palms collided. Li Weiyi spat out blood and was sent flying, crashing through the hull of a wooden boat behind him, his body nearly embedded in it.
“Swish!”
Yang Yun, sitting in the silver-horned elk carriage, seized the opportunity. The bright three-inch dagger in his hand shot out, piercing through Li Weiyi’s neck and completely penetrating the seven or eight-meter-long wooden boat. Its sharpness was truly astonishing.
This dagger was originally aimed at Li Weiyi’s throat, but he managed to dodge it. Blood continuously flowed from the right side of Li Weiyi’s neck, but he had no time to tend to it. His eyes were fixed on Lu Can’s three-meter-tall tiger-like body charging toward him, filling his entire field of vision.
“Whoosh!”
He tore off the ghost flag draped over his body, spinning it around. Black nether mist immediately rose. Lu Can’s vision was obscured, and he felt the chilling cold of the nether mist, sensing extreme danger.
But now that he was mid-air, he had no choice but to press on, bringing his tiger claw down on the ghost flag. Beneath the ghost flag, the Yellow Dragon Sword shot out like lightning. No matter how strong his tiger claw’s defense was, how could it possibly block a magical artifact?
The tiger claw was pierced. Lu Can grunted in pain, gritting his teeth as he retreated in disarray. Li Weiyi, enduring his injuries, leaped onto the wooden boat and charged toward the deep waters of the Sui River, away from the cluster of boats.
Shi Chuanyu had already been waiting ahead, his back to the Sui River, his long beard fluttering in the wind, looking completely at ease as if waiting for an easy victory. He chuckled, “Do you think jumping into the river will save you?
If there’s a powerful Spirit Sense Master nearby, they can still lock onto your general location even if you’re at the bottom of the river.” Li Weiyi stopped three meters away from Shi Chuanyu, standing on the roof of a fishing boat, his eyes quickly scanning the area.
He soon spotted Master Qi, the insect controller, hiding in one of the fishing boats. In addition, several Seven Springs martial practitioners were hidden in different cabins, armed and waiting for the right moment. Li Weiyi’s earlier display of ferocious combat power, killing several Seven Springs martial practitioners, had frightened them.
They were now biding their time, waiting for a better opportunity. Behind him, Yao Zhengsheng and Lu Can closed in from the left and right. Murong Xiao descended from the sky, folding her black wings as she landed on top of a mast, her last arrow still in hand.
“The Five Seas Pill is mine.”
Yao Zhengsheng strode forward, unleashing the Mountain-Splitting Rod Technique at the realm of Heavenly Dao fusion. The thousand-pound iron rod transformed into a divine pillar of a mountain, leaving Li Weiyi no room to dodge as it pressed down. Li Weiyi had no choice but to meet it with his sword.
“Bang!”
Sword and rod collided, and an overwhelming force surged through. Li Weiyi’s right hand couldn’t hold onto the Yellow Dragon Sword, and it was sent flying from the impact. His body was blasted several meters back, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
“Boom!”
Li Weiyi crashed heavily, smashing through the roof of a fishing boat. He lay on his back, feeling as if every bone in his body was broken.
“Fine!”
“Since you won’t show yourself, I’ll have to rely on myself…”
Li Weiyi had been waiting for the so-called guardian wife to appear. Since she didn’t, he no longer hesitated. No matter how dangerous it was, he had no other choice now!
As several top hundred martial artists charged toward him, Li Weiyi, lying on the boat, suddenly had a sharp glint in his eyes. Like lightning, he pulled out the pre-prepared Spring-Breaking Needle, held it between two fingers, and stabbed it into his chest, right at the Danzhong acupoint.
Instantly, the five springs within his body erupted, and his magical energy flowed through sixty meridian channels, all converging toward his chest. This was the savage secret technique taught by Master Guan—Spring Fusion Wall-Breaking. Li Weiyi would never dare to use this technique unless absolutely necessary, as the Danzhong acupoint was a vital point of the human body.
Even normally, breaking through the sixth spring was dangerous. Using the Spring-Breaking Needle and Spring Fusion Wall-Breaking at the same time was no different from courting death.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Yao Zhengsheng, Lu Can, and Shi Chuanyu, the three top hundred martial artists, charged the fastest, leading the pack as they pounced toward the fishing boat, eager to claim Li Weiyi’s head.
“Boom!”
In the next moment, a silver light briefly illuminated the night. The three top hundred martial artists who had lunged at him were sent flying by three palm strikes from Li Weiyi, who was still lying on the boat. They tumbled like straw dummies in three different directions.
One fell onto a boat, one into the water, and one crashed through a mast. Yang Yun, who had just picked up the Yellow Dragon Sword, looked over in surprise.
He saw that Li Weiyi, who had been beaten to the point of being unable to fight back, had now flipped to his feet, standing on the shattered, sinking fishing boat. The silver-threaded gloves on his hands emitted a dazzling silver light.
The Spring-Breaking Needle in his chest had completely melted, and a torrent of magical energy erupted from the sixth spring in his chest like a volcanic explosion.
“What are you standing there for? Come on, let’s see whose blood will stain the Sui River red today!”
Li Weiyi glared at Yang Yun and the group of pursuers, his body standing straighter and straighter. All his exhaustion and pain were replaced by the surging battle intent within him.
(End of Chapter)