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Chapter 70 Death Warriors
writer:无罪      update:2022-07-21 15:26
  This was not a threat, just a description of the truth. Unless one was a cultivator above realm seven or they immediately fled after the assassination attempt, all those that remained here could not leave Changling.

  Changling did not have city walls but was more terrifying than all city walls.

  This yellow robed youth did not show any terror or panic. He looked at the distant corner turret and sky with calmness and peace. He said, "We never thought of fleeing from here. We just need some time to finish our orders. I think that you should understand now that we have such cultivation because, this way, we will not attract the attention of the observers on the turrets so quickly."

  Qiu Zaixing frowned slightly and instinctively said, "Death warriors."

  The yellow robed youth gave a hint of a smile. He said slowly, "Trading our lives for the lives of these young people is profitable no matter what."

  His smile was very sincere, but in fact cruel and tragic.

  Qiu Zaixing’s eyebrow rose slightly. He said coldly, "Any death warrior will be a sacrifice for conspiracies. I just want to know why you are purposely delaying time."

  The two flying swords were still fighting on the eaves. The sword energies had shattered countless tiles. The yellow robed youth talking unaffectedly right now was truly delaying for time.

  The yellow robed youth was still smiling as he said, "I was delaying for this moment."

  As he spoke, he spread the paper fan in his hand.

  The fan opened. There was no beautifully drawn side, only a dozen yellow seal papers.

  At the same time, the yellow robed youth’s accumulated power surged out into these dozen seal papers.

  Because the surge was so violent, the yellow robed youth’s skin even bled droplets of blood that spread through the air like cherry blossoms. Other than the eyes of the youth that were shining with heat, his body seemed to immediately lose energy like a withering flower.

  Qiu Zaixing changed expression and shouted, "Seal master!"

  Zhang Yi’s eyes widened in disbelief.

  Changling had nearly no sects skilled in the seal path.

  The composition of the seal paper and the recipe for the seal ink had to go through countless processes, just like the processes to refine pills. The scripts on the seal papers was another profound field. Only the Yan Dynasty had many naturally forming sects that fought with seals. The dynasty, far away from the Qin Dynasty, produced silver illumination grass, ink dragon toads and other materials suitable for making seal papers and inks.

  A tactic such as using a dozen seals at once seemed to only be possible for cultivators from some powerful sects in the Yan Dynasty!

  As Qiu Zaixin shouted, the dozen thin seal papers disappeared into primal energies of the universe. Countless small whirlpools rose from the ground underneath him and restrained his body like invisible rope.

  Terrifying power infiltrated his body. Qiu Zaixin’s face immediately turned blood red.

  A metal vibration sounded inside his body as his body gave off a sharp presence. He seemed to turn into an enormous sword.

  But his expression changed again. The power that this yellow robed youth was releasing now was so ferocious he could not break free.

  Almost unconsciously, his perception swept behind him.

  There was a grey-black flying sword floating like a ghost in the shadow behind him.

  This flying sword, that had the colors of a mosquito’s leg, didn’t give off any sword energy, other energies or even sound.

  Even though the sword was within Qiu Zaixing’s perception, he could not sense where this flying sword had flown from or where its master was.

  All flying swords were controlled by mental power and the primal energies of the universe like a puppet controlled by its lines. But this flying sword seemed to be a wooden puppet moving on its own.

  The yellow robed youth was waiting for this flying sword to sneak near him. The power of all the seals were to stop him from moving and dodging this flying sword.

  His power surpassed everyone present. With him in front of the cabin, even if there were some more swords like the one on the eaves, they could not threaten the people in the carriage. But these death warriors clearly knew his identity before they attacked!

  This death warriors had made an accurate calculation of his power and planned for this kind of attack at the start!

  There should be at least two flying swords here that could resolve the threat to him. But none appeared.

  This could only mean the other two powerful existences that had been secretly protecting the carriage alongside him had already been killed by others.

  Qiu Zaixing’s heart sank into an indescribable coldness. It was due to the death coming towards him. He could not imagine the storm that would be caused by the assassination of the person in the carriage.

  Without a flying sword, he could not keep up with the speed of a flying sword.

  The flying sword on the eaves could also sense Qiu Ziaxing’s dangerous situation, but it was subdued by the more ferocious sword and couldn’t return.

  The grey-black sword flew towards Qiu Zaixing’s back. Qiu Zaixing would have a hard time avoiding the sword piercing his chest.

  At this moment, Ding Ning released Zhang Yi’s sleeve and took a step forward to the left.

  He lifted his left hand. With a buzz, a black sword light charged out of his fingertips, turning into a black meteor at astounding speed to hit the grey-black flying sword. With a horrible crack, the black sword light turned into dozens of pieces. The silent grey-black flying sword was thrown back dozens of meters and even pierced through the walls of the noodle shop behind it.

  Dozens of black fragments embedded in Qiu Zaixing’s back. Cold energy pierced his body like needles of ice. The hair on the back of his head immediately was covered by a strange azure frost.

  His body grew colder, but a wisp of hope appeared in his eyes. With a clang, he agitated his vital energy even more and fought the invisible chains restraining his body.

  The yellow robed youth looked in disbelief at Ding Ning with unusual shock and anger. He vomited a mouthful of blood.

  Faint exclamations came from distant alleys. All the people participating in this assassination were shocked. No one had expected Ding Ning being able to stop this fatal strike.

  Ding Ning did not feel any joy at his strike stopping the fatal attack on Qiu Zaixing.

  This was clearly the flying sword art of the Qi Dynasty "Fly Pond". Even if he sensed the positions of some cultivators right now, he could not sense where the cultivator using this sword was located.

  If he was unable to kill this cultivator, this silent and untraceable flying sword was a fatal threat to everyone in this alley. Without any way to sense the location of this cultivator, he was forced to attack even more viciously as he would be able to sense the location of the cultivator if the other’s sword gave off more power.

  "Senior Sect Brother, kill the seal master!" Ding Ning shouted, gripping the Last Flower remnant sword in hand as he ran towards Qiu Zaixing.

  Crack!

  Like cloth being suddenly ripped apart, the track of a flying sword tearing through the air once again appeared in the cold air filled with murderousness.

  A thin and light silver sword fell towards Ding Ning’s head from a distant tower.

  Seeing another flying sword, the pale Zhang Yi did not dare to be sentimental. Adding on the unrebukable harshness in Ding Ning’s shout, he also shouted and stabbed upwards with his sword as he took a step.

  Moisture filled the entire alley. Crystal lines of rain appeared in the sky above Falling Parasol and fell like daggers.

  At the same time, the light and thin silver flying sword was closer to Ding Ning’s body.

  A muffled gasp came from within the carriage.

  The thin flying sword that had been shooting like an arrow suddenly turned, flew straight in an unbelievable manner for several meters, before landing behind Ding Ning and accelerating.

  Ding Ning attacked. The Last Flower remnant sword swung backwards. A white sword light, like a goat’s horn, flicked up. With a buzz, the thickest part of the white goat horn accurately blocked this flying sword.

  The flying sword penetrated deeply to cut through the horn-like sword energy. It continued to head powerfully towards Ding Ning’s body. However, the flicker of Ding Ning’s Last Flower remnant sword had not finished. The tip of the remnant sword accurately hit the flying sword.

  With a shout, Ding Ning managed to deflect this flying sword who had much of its momentum worn away before more power was channeled into it.

  Countless lines of rain landed on the yellow robed youth’s body.

  The yellow robed youth had used up all of his vital energy and he had no power to defend himself.

  Pew pew pew pew ……

  His clothing was torn apart. His body became covered in numerous small bloody holes. He could no longer stand upright and he fell like a pile of flesh to the ground.

  The outstanding performance of these two youths of Falling Parasol almost had Qiu Zaixing shout in joy.

  But at this time, next to Ding Ning by a gutter under the eaves, a patch of unusual color floated out soundless. It was that grey-black flying sword.

  Ding Ning had just spent all his power deflecting the attack of the other flying sword. This flying sword was about to arrive …… how could he stop this?

  Seeing the wine shop youth that had just rescued him about to die, Qiu Zaixing’s joyful shout turned into a furious howl.

  His body vibrated violently instantly. Layers of power lashed out like the friction between a sword and a scabbard. Blood came out of his blood and nose.

  However, these invisible energy chains that the yellow robed youth cast with the price of his life were extremely strong. So they only gave off cracking sounds and did not completely shatter.

  Ding Ning’s eyes were unusual calm. The remnant sword in his right hand was continuing its swing upwards but his left hand was pointing at the grey-black flying sword.

  Zzt.

  Another soft cracking sound. The small cold sword that flew out of his fingertip accurately struck the flying sword and once again shocked it away.

  Translator Ramblings: Qiu Zaixing is strong but the masterminds planned on how to trap him and limit his abilities.

  Volume 2 70 - Death Warriors

  This chapter has been brought to you by me, and larkspur.

  Ye Haoran’s lips pressed together tightly, his face serious. His sword met the green jade sword coming down at him like a crowbar.

  This green jade sword that had emerged from the mountain path felt like a heavy mountain peak. It broke through the wind and roared violently.

  His sword met this long green jade sword.

  Gasps sounded behind him.

  That enormous twisted shadow that had formed around his sword was almost tangible at this time. It was a sky-blue serpent!

  The serpent seemed to be alive, and the scales were made from pieces of glaciers.

  This sword was the Cold Serpent Sword, one of the ten former legendary swords of Changling.

  The moment that his sword was about to meet the descending green jade sword, there was a soft snapping sound. The sword energy at the tip formed a circle that expanded rapidly outwards.

  The green jade sword seemed to not have any defenses and spun backwards many meters.

  Ye Haoran had used the Mountain Levering Sword Form. He used his sword to lever the green jade sword. However, he did not feel any joy, only a dangerous presence.

  Another shadow appeared silently in the light green mist around the mountain path.

  That shadow suddenly tore through the mist and shot at him!

  Ye Haoran frowned deeply.

  A pure sword essence came out of his sword and then disappeared. Countless flows of primal energies of the universe that gave off a holy presence suddenly took form in front of him.

  At this moment, his action was extremely simple. He just held his sword across his chest.

  But no one could see his sword.

  The primal energies in front of him had formed a circular shield of light like a glowing crystal plate that he held.

  There was a terrifying roar as though thunder seemed to erupt in front of him.

  Ye Haoran did not move, but energies gusted out from under his feet as though the bottom of his shoes were about to burn.

  Gasps sounded.

  Only now did many people behind him clearly see that what had stabbed on the shield of light in front of him was another green jade sword.

  Ye Haoran looked at the green jade sword that had attacked him directly like a metal staff. The power of this sword was not enough to make him retreat. But by now he understood the connection between the second sword nucleus and the mountain path. He retreated silently.

  As he retreated, the faint mist on the mountain path disappeared. The two green jade swords were moved by a gentle force to drift back to their original spots. The green jade mountain path restored to normal without a trace.

  This scene, to the students who had just arrived, was even more astounding.

  "Perhaps I should try with you together?" Gu Xichun lifted his head and said calmly as he watched Ye Haoran return.

  Ye Haoran appeared to not like Gu Xichun from the start. He did not look directly at Gu Xichun but shook his head and said coldly, "One person or two will be the same."

  Gu Xichun immediately frowned. His cold gaze once again landed on the mountain path in front of him. "So there can be countless swords on this mountain path?"

  Ye Haoran did not talk. His gaze landed on Zhang Yi and the others.

  Other than when he had been facing the two green jade swords, Zhang Yi and the others had focused only on the black sword nucleus.

  His gaze finally landed on Ding Ning who had his eyes calmly closed as he thought inside,

  When Ye Haoran was looking at Ding Ning, people were looking at him and Gu Xichun.

  The person who was looking at him was a handsome youth in white robes. He appeared older than Ding Ning but younger than Zhang Yi and the others.

  His robes were pure white but there were cold lights as though there was a layer of rost.

  Both times, when Ye Haoran had been on the mountain path and being attacked by the two green jade swords or now, his expression was always calm and his eyes contained great confidence.

  A delicate youth and an elegant young girl stood next to him.

  The delicate youth was slightly shorter than him, and wore pure black robes with the sleeves and collar a deep red. The elegant young girl wore graceful linen robes. Her long sword was also extremely plain, with an unadorned wood as the hilt, and pale yellow bamboo served as the scabbard.

  The handsome youth in white robes did not linger long on Ye Haoran and the others.

  This short observation didn’t even attract Ye Haoran’s attention.

  "So this is the legendary Thought Sword Path of the Min Mountain Sword Sect," he said softly to his two companions. "One of the defensive mountain guarding sword formations of the Min Mountain Sword Sect. But no one has ever seen it concretely."

  "Since it is a mountain guarding formation, it will not be as simple as just one or two swords. It should be thousands and tens of thousands of swords."

  The elegant young girl looked back at him and said slowly in a quiet voice, "This should be perception of energies. As many swords would come for as many people that come forward. From the power of that sword, the Min Mountain Sword Sect must have done something to suppress the power of the sword formation. These swords today are only equal to a strike from a realm three cultivator. Or perhaps this sword formation has several levels, and they only released the swords of the weakest level."

  "It should not be so simple." The delicate youth in robes with red sleeves and collar said warmly, "Ye Haoran thought that the sword move of the first green jade sword was the Spring Thunder Mountain Sword, so he used the Mountain Levering Sword Move. But he hadn’t expected the first to be a weak fake thunder sword, and the next sword to be a truly powerful Mountain Charging sword move. The power of these two swords is not astounding, but they show the subtleties of the sword moves."

  "So the mountain path of this second test should be made from countless refined sword moves." The youth in white robes nodded and said, "The sword manuals engraved on the black sword nucleus should contain many sword moves to defeat them. The more you comprehend, the easier it is to pass this mountain path …… Otherwise, even if you force your way through relying on cultivation, I fear you would pay a great price."

  At this time, not far from them, there were many other students discussing this second test.

  Hearing the opinion of others and discussing with each other was much easier than understanding on your own. But the scattered students did not seem to reach a definitive conclusion.

  The reason was simple. None of these groups was stronger than the three of them together.

  This handsome youth in white robes was Chen Liqiu, the most accomplished disciple of White Dew Institution, ranking fifty on the Book of Talents. The delicate youth next to him was Xu Lianhua. He came from the Xu Marquessate Establishment and ranked sixth on the Book of Talents. And the one dressed in plain linen robes was Xia Wan. She was the strongest of the youngest generation of Plain Mind Sword Study, and ranked twelfth.

  Ignoring cultivation, White Dew Institution was a subordinate sword school of Min Mountain Sword Sect. Xu Marquessate Establishment was the establishment of a true marquis. The Plain Mind Sword Study was one of Changling’s oldest cultivation places. The students from these places naturally knew more about Min Mountain Sword Sect than people from other cultivation places.

  "This may be due to the Holy One. Because of the Deer Mountain Conference and the celebration for the crown prince …… Min Mountain Sword Sect has taken out dozens of sword manuals. The students who reach here, even if they cannot pass, can benefit and comprehend the refined sword moves of the Min Mountain Sword Sect." Xu Lianhua smiled slightly and said, "Gild the flower, celebrate all over."

  "I still have two things I do not understand." Xiao Wan looked at Ding Ning in the distance and said softly, "It is better to keep such a mountain protecting formation a secret. Why did they reveal it? Also …… if they do not want that White Goat Cave youth to win, why are all these tests primarily focused on perception and comprehension? This White Goat Cave youth reached Profound Understanding in half a day, and Energy Refinement in a month. He is strongest in perception and comprehension. This seems to be purposefully biased towards him."

  "The army will adapt to the enemy. Sometimes, one should conceal but other times expose. Maybe, after the Deer Mountain Conference, the Holy One feels it is time to show some strength."

  Xu Lianhua glanced at Ding Ning with sympathy flashing through his eyes. "The palace could use the excuse of the crown prince’s ceremony to have Min Mountain Sword Sect agree to holding the trials early. But the Min Mountain Sword Sect will not welcome anyone’s opinion on the trials as this is an internal matter for Min Mountain Sword Sect. The Min Mountain Sword Sect will now allow anyone to interfere in the matters of the sect, especially when you know what kind of personality the sect master has."

  Thinking of the many things concerning the legendary master of the Min Mountain Sword Sect, Xia Wan and Chen Liqiu were all in agreement.

  "So?" Chen Liqiu looked at Xu Lianhua and said, "The first few test perception and comprehension. The later ones will not focus on these things?"

  Xu Lianhua nodded. "Of course. The tests of the Min Mountain Sword Trials will be different each year, but they would never be monotonous."

  Xia Wan sighed.

  The Min Mountain Sword Trials would grow more difficult over time. When one’s strongest points appeared at the start, and they encountered their shortcomings in the future, it would be even more difficult to win.

  "Of course, fighting is essential."

  Xu Lianhua paused, looked at Chen Liqiu and Xia Wan. He said, "Just from observing these events, this year’s Min Mountain Sword Trials would take more effort than in the past. So one’s endurance, strength, vital energy …… they are all problems."

  Chen Liqiu frowned and said seriously, "So we cannot rush."

  Xia Wan glanced at him and said, "It is not time to rush. Do not hurry."