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Chapter 78 - A Frightened Senior Sect Brother
writer:无罪      update:2022-07-21 15:26
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  Bai Shanshui smiled coldly.

  While Liang Lian was realm seven, she did not consider him important at all. Usually, realm seven cultivators like Lian Bo were far from a match for her, and yet, the other possessed the power to kill her right now.

  Besides, Lian Bo was one of the thirteen marquises. Even a person Liang Lian had so many powerful cultivators under him and here Lian Bo wanted to kill her today, so would he have come alone?

  On the misty river surface, three small ships appeared.

  There was a person on each ship. One person was bald, with large silver earrings and dressed strangely. Another was elegant and dressed like a scholar. The last was dressed in metal armor, with two swords on his back; his ship sinking low in the water.

  This trio was Lian Bo’s three strongest subordinates- Zhang Kuangdao, Liu Zongtang, and Li Daozhou.

  "You really are willing to pay." Bai Shanshui said mockingly to Lian Bo.

  In the next moment, she became expressionless. A strong wave rose under her feet and she charged towards Zhang Kuangdao.

  Zhang Kuangdao was originally from the Qiang people, and a former horse bandit on the border. He had been defeated by Lian Bo, and after receiving Lian Bo’s teachings, his cultivation had surged. Since Lian Bo and Bai Shanshui were old foes, Bai Shanshui naturally knew much about his subordinates. She knew that Zhang Kuangdao was the weakest of the three so she immediately wanted to use him as an opening point.

  Lian Bo’s status in the Qin was high. She didn’t know how much effort he had spent to return secretly to Changling, pursue the white carp by staying in the water for dozens of days. Bai Shanshui had spoken of massacring his marquessate establishment if she escaped, but as Bai Shanshui charged towards Zhang Kuangdao, he only smiled disdainfully and did not move.

  "Hahahaha! Come!"

  Bai Shanshui had such a prestigious reputation but when Zhang Kuangdao saw Bai Shanshui charging towards him, he laughed instead.

  His mouth was large to begin with, so when he laughed with his mouth open, it took up half his face.

  Bai Shanshui’s breathing suddenly stopped, and she once again felt a great sense of danger.

  At this moment, Zhang Kuangdao’s hands surged with vital energy. With a clang, he opened a copper box in his hand.

  This copper box’s bottom was made from a silver crystal rock. The engraved script characters were like an ancient palace. This strange silver crystal, like a sky filled with stars, had dozens of extremely thin silver white swords floating on top of it.

  These small silver swords were about the size of the small copper sticks that men liked to use to pick their teeth with. As Zhang Kuangdao’s vital energy surged into the bottom of the box, these dozens of small silver swords emanated mountainous presences.

  More accurately, each one of these dozens of small silver swords gave off a presence of those of a tin mountain.

  Bai Shanshui’s expression changed dramatically

  She could feel this presence rush directly into her body. She could sense the raw smell in her mouth and nose, as though her abdomen was filled with numerous pieces of tin.

  "Tin Mountain Sword box!"

  "Li Lingjun!"

  She realized what this was, and a cold wave rose inside.

  The strongest seal weapons of the Chu Dynasty …… Li Lingjun’s last trump card now appeared in the hands of Lian Bo’s soldiers.

  Time was of the essence, she had no time to consider more possibilities. Her green longsword rippled numerous times in a flash, giving off terrifying primal energies of the universe with each ripple.

  The sword essence, which had originally been straight, surged upwards in layers.

  Countless mirror-like curtains of water appeared in front of Bai Shanshui’s body.

  At this time, dozens of small silver metal swords flew out of Zhang Kuangdao’s copper box. Each small sword flying out of the copper box had been set into its tracks by the seal scripts of the copper box.

  The vast amount of vital energy Zhang Kuangdao initially put into the sword box only guaranteed that these swords would not be destroyed by outside forces. At this time, the material of the swords and their tracks formed a natural formation with more terrifying power.

  The explosions rang out in front of Bai Shanshui.

  In this moment, it felt as though numerous tin mountains were attacking her sword.

  Bai Shanshui had opted defense, so when the sword formation made out of these tin swords attacked, her intuition was that she could withstand it, and even felt that this was just so. But in the next moment, her feelings made her understand that she was not her usual self.

  Her breathing became difficult. Her abdomen that had originally felt like it had been stuffed with tin pieces, at this time, felt as though the tin pieces had many corners that crumbled to powder.

  She felt a strong sense of disgust.

  There was a sweetness in her throat. She could not stop herself from vomiting a mouthful of blood.

  Disdain rose in Lian Bo’s eyes.

  After she vomited blood, Bai Shanshui took three steps back as though she was on solid land. Three enormous lotus-like splashes exploded underneath her.

  Her hair once again was in disarray and her breathing disorderly.

  But at this moment, Lian Bo sensed something and suddenly looked back.

  On the shore, a figure with loose hair emanating ferocious heat appeared. The presence of the wildfire caused the reeds on the riverside to spontaneously ignite.

  "I am Zhao Yi of the Zhao Sword Furnace. If you believe me, come ashore. I will protect you from death!"

  A steady voice, brimming with a heated desire to fight, sounded from within the fire.

  Bai Shanshui did not hesitate at all. With a wild laugh, the green color completely left her longsword. She herself was wrapped in a green flow as though she was at the center of an enormous green longsword.

  "Careful!"

  Lian Bo paled. His inky green sword flew out of his hand and charged towards the green sword like a serpent.

  "Ah!"

  Liu Zongtang, dressed like a scholar, gave an exclamation of shock. A small red sword appeared in her hand, and an enormous ball of sword shadows bloomed.

  With a crack, his body, and even the ship underneath him was cut in half by this large green sword.

  Lian Bo’s sword reached Bai Shanshui, yet, Bai Shanshui did not stop. The green sword smashed into the water. She threw up several mouthfuls of blood, and rode the momentum to several feet away from the shore.

  "You go! Leave this to me!"

  The thick-browed Zhao Yi took a step in front of her and blocked the lingering sword essence coming off the river surface.

  Bai Shanshui’s teeth was stained with blood but she turned her head and laughed wildly at Lian Bo. "I killed one of your confidants in front of you. What can you do to me?"

  "You also seek death!"

  Lian Bo had waited nineteen years. Just as he was about to get his revenge, with the sudden change he lost control over his emotions.

  The inky green sword sucked up a water ball dozens of feet in diameter from the river surface. In a strange manner, this water ball flew along with the inky green sword and smashed towards down

  "Zhao Si? I said I am Zhao Yi." 1

  Hearing Lian Bo’s shout, and looking at his sword, Zhao Yi laughed enthusiastically.

  In the past years, he travelled the world with Zhao Si. Zhao Si purposefully wore him down. He saw much, but had few chances to fight. Seeing Lian Bo swing his sword so freely, he also felt free.

  He carried a large worn umbrella on his back. As he laughed, he reached back and pulled a large black sword from the umbrella handle.

  Without any finesse, he swung this large sword like it was an enormous hammer towards the inky green sword heading towards him.

  Just like how he had smashed the true fire serpent from the Yan cultivator in the Changling suburbs in the past, he even managed to destroy the energy surrounding Lian Bo’s sword.

  The enormous water ball that had formed on the sword was rendered useless. It shattered, turning into flows of water that splashed back.

  However, Lian Bo was one of the thirteen Qin marquises. A full-powered strike from him in rage, naturally, was not so easy to deal with.

  He was still dozens of meters away from the shore, but as he reached out with his hand, the flying streams of water wrapped around his arm.

  These water flowers seemed to be an extension of his arm. He seemed to grip the inky green sword, let out a frenzied shout and pressed sword forward, like a mountain.

  Zhao Yi’s eyes burned with fire.

  Lava-like flames surfaced between his feet and the ground.

  His body seemed unable to endure this power and was about to fly backwards.

  But he had another sword.

  He had two swords. When fighting enemies, he would also smash with one sword and have another fly.

  A wave of fire burst out of his sleeve. The small sword, so red it was black, cut on the flow of water behind the inky green sword

  The water flow was cut off, and the inky green sword shook and flew backwards.

  Zhao Yi also let out a frenzied laughter. "The thirteen marquises of the Qin are just so!"

  Translator Ramblings: The battle is still not over ……

  "To seek death" if mangled in pronunciation sounds like Zhao Si. ↩


  Volume 4 79 - Peerless Spirit Void

  Hearing the story, Ding Ning did not immediately speak, and just stood there silently.

  Hu Jingjing did not know what Ding Ning was waiting for, but her gaze unconsciously fell towards the spring behind the stone stele. After experiencing the healing from the Fountain of Eternal Life, the spring was greatly attractive to her.

  “So we are in a kill trap now?”


  Shen Xuan’s voice sounded from behind her.

  Hu Jingjing’s body trembled slightly, and she turned back in confusion. She saw Shen Xuan look at Ding Ning, waiting for a response.

  Ding Ning nodded.

  Hu Jingjing still did not understand. Li Xixing glanced at her from next to her and said, “Did you not sense a special presence?”


  Hu Jingjing nodded.

  Li Xixing said coldly, “If there is no killing intent, then killing intent is everywhere.”


  Hu Jingjing’s body stiffened slightly. She immediately understood why Ding Ning was unmoving. Maybe just a small change could change the space they were now in, and activate a terrifying killing essence.

  “Killing the Peerless Wind and Rain Sword may be difficult, but not impossible. Zhan Moke had to take along the royal bloodline of the Wuzhi. That means the kill trap here must be more powerful than the Peerless Wind and Rain Sword.” Shen Xuan looked at everyone and said, “And now we are in this kill trap.”


  Hu Jingjing unconsciously swallowed, and her gaze moved down. Even something like swallowing seemed to become difficult. The ground a foot this front of her seemed to be plain, yet it now seemed to be covered with countless needles, making her unable to move her feet.

  Zhan Moke could use Wu Lianzi to directly surpass the kill trap and obtain the elixir of life, but they were trapped here.

  Shen Xuan’s gaze once again landed on Ding Ning’s face. “Are there any other solutions?”


  Li Xixing did not appear to have lost confidence. He looked at the frowning Ding Ning whispered, “Can this be solved?”


  “Too strong, cannot be broken.” Ding Ning shook his head and said, “But we can tie Zhan Moke to us.”


  This time, even Hu Jingjing understood his meaning immediately. This kill trap that contained the efforts of many Tianliang cultivators could not be comprehended by Ding Ning alone. But he could damage some parts and change the shortcut that the Wuzhi royals had left behind. If Zhan Moke could not use the shortcut left behind, he would be dragged into this kill trap as will.

  “The Peerless Wind and Rain Sword was a careful person, and also a vicious person. A person who can be so vicious towards themselves will not have set up a simple final kill trap.”


  Ding Ning did not look at Hu Jingjing and Li Xixing. He turned to Shen Xuan. “But the key is how you think about this elixir.”


  Zhan Moke walked calmly on the cracked coffins. Wu Lianzi’s body was wrapped in his energy and floated behind him, following in his footsteps.

  “Do not look at me like this. If the Wuzhi ancestors were not less noble than you imagine, this would not be the result today.” He did not turn to look back at Wu Lianzi, saying coolly, “This is karma.”


  He stopped in front of a coffin. In reality, there were some unnoticeable marks on each stone coffin. The marks were the names of the people in the coffins.

  “What wrong did the cultivators who protected the Tianliang emperor commit? But the rebels succeeded, so they can rest in the coffins while others are exposed to the elements. Was the Peerless Wind and Rain Sword so noble?” He sneered and gently pressed down. His movement was very soft like he was caressing a lover.

  The cover of the stone coffin and the bones inside all turned the dust and were blown away. Many faint lines of light appeared on the surface of the stone coffin. As his vital energy flowed in, the lines of light gradually connected together to form dozens of seal scripts.

  Before his voice faded, dozens of wounds appeared on Wu Lianzi’s body. The crimson blood flowed out of the wounds, like dozens of keys into the dozens of seal scripts. An inexplicable boom suddenly sounded into the world. An energy that had been sealed for a long time suddenly surged out of the coffin.

  In the next moment, all the stone coffins shattered. Debris flew up like rain, turning to stars and then burning up. The burning starlight brushed past Zhan Moke’s skin, leaving behind burnt marks. The black scorch marks seemed to permeate through his body, but Zhan Moke’s eyes burned with hotter flames.

  The stone coffin in front of him had turned into countless stars but the dozens of seal scripts were still in the air. They grew brighter, and as Wu Lianzi’s energy flooded in, the seal scripts cut through the air like blood blades. In his senses, these seal lines seemed to cut aside the energy that had been imprisoned for many years, like a door had opened.

  An unknown number of years of effort and planning in return for today’s achievement. Even if his heart was like stone, he was still full of joy at this time. The world behind the seem scripts was a new world to him.

  Yet in this moment, he looked down in shock, and his face paled. A flower bloomed on his chest.

  A flower of blood.

  In the next moment, he gave a scream worse than that of a wild beast. His vital energy surged out furiously. The crescent blade madly buzzed, with gold flames burning on it. The blood colored seal lines started to fall apart.

  In the space cut through by the blood seal scripts, gold lines containing terrifying kill intent appeared. These gold lines cut through his lifebond item, creating marks on the surface of the crescent blade.

  When anyone’s lifebond item was damaged, it meant a decrease of cultivation and power, and any cultivator would be in pain. Even more heartbreaking was that the opening door had disappeared. He seemed to have entered an ocean.

  A raging ocean.

  **

  Ding Ning looked up. The moment he did, countless gold falling stars appeared above his head.

  He, Li Xixing and the others were not far from the stone coffins above. Yet in his sight, the falling stars seemed to be falling down from distant realms. He immediately frowned.

  The Last Flower remnant sword which had gone somewhere unknown appeared in the air in front of him. Then this sword light carved three light marks in the air. With the appearance of each mark, Ding Ning coughed up blood …… three mouthfuls.

  The gold falling stars suddenly ignited. They started to burn in the space of only a few feet above their heads, turning into hot light and floating away.

  “Do not move.” Ding Ning’s face was bloodless, yet he spoke firmly.

  Two figures appeared above the flying hot dust. They suddenly flew towards the spring like they were attracted. The flying dust was burning, but quickly cooled. When it landed on the ground, it had turned into cold snow.

  Hu Jingjing saw the landing place of the two figures and suddenly gasped.

  Everything suddenly had changed. Where the cold snow landed, the writing on the stele in front of her and Ding Ning seemed to float. The stele was surrounded by spinning characters and gave off increasingly strong kill intent.

  The spring giving off white spirit energy turned black when the cold snow landed. It also did not have the scent she was familiar with. It seemed to be a giant opening to hell waiting for the two falling shadows.

  Translator Ramblings: The need for so much of Wu Lianzi’s blood is a really good reason to have taken him along all this way. Otherwise, if only a drop or two was needed, Zhan Moke could have just asked Wu Lianzi for the blood and the other would have given it for the shaman.