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Chapter Forty-Seven: Property
writer:无罪      update:2022-07-21 15:26
  Marquis Xu frowned, and looked down loftily at Ye Celeng, saying, “Today, I will not have mercy.”


  Ye Celeng smiled, appearing very charming. “I do not need your mercy.”


  Looking at her, an odd look flashed through his eyes. He said, “If so, please.”


  Ye Celeng looked up slightly. Above Marquis Xu’s head was naturally the sky. At this time, sunlight was bright, and there were no clouds. But as she looked, suddenly, out of nothing, countless raindrops appeared.

  These raindrops did not seem to be of the mortal world. People could not feel any wetness. When they fell from the sky, they seemed to go against the laws of the natural world. They did not just fall at an unimaginably fast rate, they connected together, like someone was pulling the two ends of the droplet and stretching them into threads.

  In a flash, the millions of raindrops turned into millions of thin lines. The lines were like thin needles, the thinner, the sharper, and the more penetrating power they had. Also, these thin threads did not break. The energy pulled in from all directions endlessly gathered at the tips of the needles.

  Boom!

  With a low shout, the air around Marquis Xu exploded. With his body as the center, the stone tiles on the ground within dozens of meters and the courtyard walls all exploded. His hairs danced, his body expanding and doubling in size like a demon. Swords lights as thick as barrels swirled around him in the exploding air and dust.

  The millions of rain lines stabbed into the exploding energy around him. The tips of the lines exploded, but only he and Ye Celeng could sense at this moment, the thin lines seemed to be pulled by his sword lights, and wrapped around his sword lights.

  In this moment, his sword lights gave thunderous roars, the rain lines snapping and flying back out. The sword lines were made from raindrops stretched out. They were hard to see with the naked eye. When they snapped, the threads were even smaller. When they flew back out, these snapped rain lines turned into splashes of water.

  It was like countless people were splashing water in the alley. Enormous splashes of water fell from the sky, washing the dust from the air and also breaking the black tiles on the roofs. The pieces of cracked tile flew off the roofs, and when they landed on the ground, the ground was already covered in a layer of water.

  The cracked tiles created splashes of water when they landed on the ground. With black as the center, countless water flowers bloomed in the alley.

  The white-robed Ye Celeng turned around and walked away from the alley. Her shoes were not wet. Just like how she had walked through the roaring waves of the Wei River during the Changling storm, she was walk above the water.

  Marquis Xu stood there. His body was still shrouded in terrifying energy, and his body was still double his usual size.

  “Marquis?”


  The courtyard door behind him had completely shattered. Numerous cultivators walked out behind him, and they shouted as they saw Ye Celeng’s back.

  In their view, just now, Marquis Xu had defeated Ye Celeng’s sword essence with a blow. Ye Celeng had publicly rebelled. Were they to release her after just one contact like this?

  But just as they were shouting, with a pop, Marquis Xu sprayed out a mouthful of blood. His mountainous body suddenly shrank like it was leaking and turned back to being as big as usual. But his face was waxy, and the water in front of him was blood red……

  He looked at Ye Celeng’s floating figure, his eyes and mind filled with great shock.

  “Cloud Water Palace……”


  He suddenly understood something.

  **

  There was an unusual star fire falling through the night sky. There was someone on the level of a grandmaster using their life energy to quickly bring military reports back to Changling. Changling appeared calm, but even the people on the street knew that unusual and great matters were occurring.

  When something great was happening, some of Changling’s people were originally people that had great attention paid to them. Among these people, Ye Celeng definitely ranked first.

  So many people did not know of Marquis Xu’s actions, and did not know why he had left his home for, but many people knew of Ye Celeng’s movements.

  When Ye Celeng blocked Marquis Xu and attacked him, in many people’s eyes, she had become Changling’s enemy, or rather, a dead person.

  Changling’s streets extended in all directions, and at many intersections, there were tall turrets. These turrets monitored all of Changling’s movements.

  At this time, when water was flowing outside Marquis Xu’s marquessate establishment, on a turret closest to the location, one general’s back was soaked in cold sweat.

  This general who was very experienced had trembling hands. Just like Marquis Xu had said, sympathy and respect were one thing, their own side was another. This general naturally did not want to abandon Changling, and become an enemy of the Qin Dynasty. So after a moment of hesitation, he acted.

  He was the master of this turret. He knew better than anyone the true reason that these turrets had been created back then. These turrets had been a stunning idea.

  When some powerful enough yin energy was gathered through seals and crystals, the light rays they produced were able to create unnatural twisting in the primal energies. Then these rays of light could be like moonlight and shine to every corner of Changling.

  This was the “Falling Dark Moon.”


  In reality, above all the people walking in Changling, there was a sword that could appear at any moment. Such a seal weapon was created by the craftsmen of Ba Mountain Sword Field. They had been set up during the great change before Yuanwu’s ascension. During the Deer Mountain Conference, the cultivators of the world learned that such seal weapons had been successfully created. Deep inside each turret, in the stable formations, there were the key seal crystals embedded within.

  Once the general sent the order, the seal crystal would release cold, yin and vicious energy filling the entire formation. Then a moonlight sword light would rise from the turret and head towards Ye Celeng.

  This “Falling Dark Moon”‘s power would not reach realm seven, but would not be weaker than realm six. What terrified realm sevens was that they would keep on coming. The cultivator under attack would be worn out defending, and could not hide.

  The formations in all of the turrets were connected. The yin energy produced by the seal crystals would constantly flow into the turret closest to this cultivator. In any corner of Changling, the Falling Dark Moon would constantly attack until this cultivator used up their vital energy or was killed.

  A finger sized gray crystal appeared in this general’s hand. As his vital energy flooded in the grey crystal, he slammed it into a metal plate in front of him.

  Volume 4 47 - Great Ease

  Ding Ning lifted his head slightly but did not look at the corpse of the Wuzhi cultivator. As he looked up, several sharp whistles sounded from the Wuzhi cavalry.

  Accompanied by the whistles, the cavalry stopped advancing and then retreated like the tide down the mountain slope at their fastest speed. They did not attack again, only continuing to withdraw into the grassland.

  Bursts of cheers and shouts erupted from the Imperial Guard Army and the walls of Guyu Pass. This was undoubtedly a victory worthy of being proud.

  This Wuzhi cavalry charged and retreated, leaving behind six to seven hundred corpses on the slopes. The Imperial Guard Army had only a few fatalities.

  Yet looking at the retreating cavalry, Ding Ning’s brow furrowed deeply. Nangong Caishu’s body trembled in excitement. This was her first time on a true battlefield, and this was a battle of the weak and the strong.

  “What is it?” She was confused at Ding Ning’s worried expression.

  “The enemy has a powerful general, and he is within the vanguard.” Ding Ning did not look at her and focused on the cavalry that had retreated into the dark grasslands. He said slowly and seriously, “Ordinary generals will likely choose to retreat and attack Guyu Pass because all the cultivators of Guyu Pass are here. Even though they have lost so many people, they still have an advantage against Guyu Pass.”


  Nangong Caishu stilled. She felt a sweat break out on her back and felt great terror.

  Ding Ning continued. “This general chose to not attack Guyu Pass, not because we frightened him, but because he does not want to take risks and lose more people.”


  Nangong Caishu took a deep breath. As the cold air entered her lungs, her body also grew colder. “So he is choosing to wait until the main army arrives?”


  Ding Ning nodded. His gaze fell onto the Wuzhi cultivator’s corpse near him. “This Wuzhi cultivator is not much weaker than Palace Attendant Rong …… The general leading this army is naturally much stronger.”


  Nangong Caishu turned stark white. If a vanguard army had such an outstanding general, then how strong would be the highest ranking general of the entire army?

  “We still have the chance to win,” Ding Ning turned around and said softly to Nangong Caishu. He nodded towards her, indicating for her to not follow.

  Nangong Caishu understood his meaning and watched him walk a short distance.

  Ding Ning walked next to the carriages. Within these carriages were the craftsmen who were not skilled in battle but repairing military ordnance as well as Zhangsun Qianxue

  In the previous march, the Imperial Guard Army had grown used to Ding Ning lingering around the carriage most of the time. It was as though Ding Ning would obtain more peace beside the carriage, or rather, he could think better.

  Ding Ning walked next to Zhangsun Qianxue’s carriage. The Imperial Guard Army was starting to clean the battlefield and preparing for Ding Ning’s next orders.

  A middle-aged cultivator dressed in robes the color of dried grass was slowly walking towards Ding Ning. He held the Last Flower remnant sword that had fallen on the battlefield previous with a solemn and respectful expression. He came with great respect, wanting to return the sword to Ding Ning.

  “You stop there.”


  At this moment, Ding Ning looked at him and then made a hand gesture. This was a military order.

  The Imperial Guard Army soldiers around him still immersed in the aura of blood and steel immediately reacted. The soldiers next to this middle-aged cultivator instantly surrounded him, their gleaming blades all pointed at the middle-aged cultivator.

  This middle-aged cultivator looked in speechless shock at Ding Ning. “This is?”


  Ding Ning did not immediately answer his question. Then he pointed at an armor wearing commander not far from the middle-aged cultivator.

  That general wore the armor of the border army, and was a cultivator from Guyu Pass.

  “And you.” He looked at this commander and said, “You two have nothing to say?”


  The wind seemed to grow colder. The slope was silent. Many of the Imperial Guard Army soldiers reacted after a moment. Even though they did not see a new order, there was a burst of footsteps and this armor-wearing commander was also surrounded.

  The surrounded commander looked up, his expression unusually cold. He said coldly, “Are you crazy?”


  Ding Ning calmly looked at him and said, “In the battle, everyone else was normal, only you two were unusual.”


  This middle-aged man in grass-colored robes had a pale face. The commander’s expression grew colder as his eyes narrowed. “I do not understand your meaning.”


  “Of all the cultivators who came from Guyu Pass, you two killed the fewest enemies, but you are not the weakest cultivators.”


  Ding Ning looked at the commander who was going to speak and interrupted him. “Do not say that you are kind, you both only killed two enemy soldiers, and those were all unimportant ordinary riders …… In the last part of battle when the enemy charged, you were of almost no effect. You acted like you were fighting, but did not truly fight. Can you tell me why?”


  Hearing this, the commander paled, and everyone on the slopes looked with shock at Ding Ning. They did not believe that he could have noticed the details of these cultivators during the battle.

  “Just based on your words?” The paling commander looked at Ding Ning and shouted what they found hard to believe. “Who knows if you saw incorrectly? How do you know we only killed two people?”


  “You should be from the Fish-Dragon Sword Temple, your first attack was the Fish-Dragon Transformation, but your sword essence was directed to a place with no enemies. What is most suspicious is your Migratory Sword. You could have stabbed that Wuzhi cultivator in the stomach, but you turned your sword and only brushed the enemy.” Ding Ning’s expression did not change even as he narrated slowly.

  As he spoke calmly, this commander’s expression turned tense and his body trembled uncontrollably. In the next moment, this commander howled wildly and pulled out his longsword from his waist.

  But in this moment, at least two flying swords lingering not far from this commander fell towards the commander. He had only taken a step forward when he fell to the ground like a piece of wood, causing a spray of dust and blood.

  Of the two flying swords, one was the crimson flying sword that had appeared the sharpest and effective in the previous battle. The master of this flying sword, a tall and thin man, looked with unspeakable respect at Ding Ning stunned in thought: How did he do it?

  Ding Ning looked at the middle-aged cultivator holding the Last Flower remnant sword and said seriously and sincerely, “Your life depends on you.”