Chapter Ninety-Two: Realm Eight Domain
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无罪 update:2022-07-21 15:26
There were many commanders behind Chi Ying. In the past many months, all of the armies and cultivators of the Qin Dynasty had experienced a historical secret migration, including these family soldiers of the Meng Marquessate Establishment. Such a migration was hard to find in previous dynasties. For most cultivators of the Qin Dynasty, this meant that they could be written into the history books. Many people had prepared to die before they had come to the battlefield. Death sometimes meant being able to leave behind a deep mark on the history books.
Yet, no matter if it was Chi Ying or the soldiers behind him, none had not thought that a realm seven grandmaster could kill from such a great distance, almost at the limits of perception, without any ability to fight back.
Why would it be like this?
When such a thought rose in the minds of these commanders, the armor on Chi Ying’s body exploded. The pieces of the armor exploded like fragile tile. Chi Ying’s horse jumped in panic while his body fell back.
Fang Xiumu’s body floated up. Following the wind in his mind, his body was light and weightless.
The army he was facing…… Chi Ying’s commanders were in great shock and did not know what was happening. This was a scene from the myths. Fang Xiumu was clearly still very far from them, but he was flying into the sky, and coming above them.
“Fire!”
A drop of sweat fell from the bothered beard of one of Chi Ying’s commanders. This pale middle-aged commander’s voice changed as he gave the order.
The shrill cries of seal weapons being activated sounded. All kinds of light formed a curtain, carrying terrifying killing intent that headed towards the sky.
These seal weapons did not have any feelings. Then there was the light of the flying swords and other weapons of the cultivators in the army.
The Three Eagle Army of the Meng Marquessate Establishment had fought on the border for many years. Each army carried seal weapons enough to kill several realm sevens, but at this time, no one dared to hope to kill Fang Xiumu, just to delay this terrifying enemy.
Fang Xiumu’s body seemed to have lost its momentum in the air, and could not get any higher, but to their shock, when the light advanced towards his body and was still very far from him, his body seemed to be pushed by a great force and he was thrown high into the air.
At this instant, it felt like a carp swimming against the current, about to fall, but suddenly gained new power and jumped into the air. A ribbon of light tailed behind Fang Xiumu. The light of the seal weapons, and the primal energies of many flying swords and lifebond items inexplicably changed.
A lot of the primal energy left the flying swords and lifebond items, turning to speckled light and gathering towards the light behind Fang Xiumu. This was an even more shocking scene. Even the commander who had been the first to recover and gave the order could not control his emotions and started to tremble all over.
**
At this moment, Fang Xiumu was very emotional. This was the feeling from a fish turning into a dragon, from his own transformation. At this time, the cultivators on the ground did not understand, but he was very clear.
Many years ago, when that person thought invincible in the world came to Fang Marquessate Establishment to see him, the other had eaten a meal with him, and then left some words for him- “If Mountain Moving is just to move primal energies of the universe, then there is nothing unusual.”
He had been unable to completely understand the meaning in the words. Because at that time, he had been stuck trying to get to realm seven, and did not even truly know the Mountain Moving Realm. Over a decade later, he felt that he could step away from realm six at any moment and truly enter realm seven. But he kept feeling it was not perfect and something was missing.
When the news of the death of his beloved brother Fang Xiang came, he understood he lacked some spirit and impulse. Without any determination, how could he break through the current?
When he instantly had his breakthrough at the quarry, and came to the battlefield to kill Chi Ying with a blow, he finally understood the meaning of the words that the person had left him.
The answer could be found in the Deer Mountain Conference. Yuanwu had fought the strongest grandmasters of the world. Originally, he had used all his power, but then he borrowed Huang Zhenwei’s vital energy and flipped the situation. If one could cultivate their body to instantly move an ocean of energy, there was nothing strange about moving the free energy in the world.
So realm seven was not just to open another new world and touch energies from further away. Even more important was to move the energies in one’s perception that other cultivators gave off! Including the energy that their bodies naturally gave off, the energies that floated freely during battle, and even the energies that came from their weapons and seal scripts during battle! Using the power of many for his own use.
So what that person told him back then was not the key to a realm seven breakthrough, but a certain understanding from realm seven to realm eight.
Back then, when that person came to the Fang Marquessate Establishment, had he really come to see their sword manual “Borrowing Sword Essence” or felt that their “Borrowing Sword Essence” could let them reach a certain state of realm eight when they were just in realm seven?
Back then, that person had only been realm seven, but likely had already guessed and sensed a state of realm eight.
The hero of the world read thousands of sword manuals, not just to defeat all sword moves. The biggest reason was likely to solve some of the questions he had regarding realm eight.
“Another realm eight?”
“Is Fang Xiumu really such a genius that he broke through two realms, and entered realm eight right after?”
On the ground, there was one cultivator who still had a clear mind. He came from the flank of Chi Ying’s army, one army which had not shown itself and waited in the depression.
He was dressed in black combat armor. The armor seemed to be made from black scales. The scales were shrouded in cold energy that was very similar to the Nether dragon’s scales.
This cultivator was Hei Ying. He was the strongest realm seven under the command of Marquis Meng.
As the thoughts flashed through his mind, he was certain that Fang Xiumu had not truly reached realm eight. But more so, he could not let Fang Xiumu meet up with the person in the dust mountains.
At this time, he sensed that on the other side, there seemed to be an empty spot in the sky. The energy in that part of the sky seemed to have been eaten by a monster. And then, there were many invisible tentacles stretching up into the air.
He laughed coldly and knew his colleague had the same thought as him. Even if they paid with their lives and all the lives of the three armies, they had to keep Fang Xiumu here.
Volume 3 92 - Alarm
Ding Ning looked at the stubborn youth and thought of many people in the past. He was silent for a moment. “People like you can get a meal anywhere. Why come here?”
“No one will refuse a death warrior as a retainer, but you constantly refuse.”
Ye Zhengnan looked down at Ding Ning’s feet and said, “It was the same during the Min Mountain Sword Trials. You respected my life, so I respect yours. Anyone who wants to kill you must step over my corpse.”
Ding Ning opened his mouth but before he could speak, Ye Zhengnan continued. “You do not need to keep refusing me. No matter how you refuse, I will not leave because this is my own choice.”
“Also, I admire you.”
Ye Zhengnan looked up after a pause and said, “I admire you, Zhang Yi and the others. Compared to you, my life has been blank and meaningless. I want to become someone like you.”
Ding Ning shook his head and said, “In reality, they are all meaningless.”
Ye Zhengnan said, “But at least you enjoy it.”
Ding Ning looked at his waxy face and eyes brighter than in the past. He was unable to speak. He knew he could not change Ye Zhengnan’s decision just like he had not been able to change the decisions of Last Flower’s last master.
The rarest thing in life was enjoyment.
Seeing Ding Ning silent, Ye Zhengnan bowed slightly and then took up the broom again to sweep.
“Honestly, I envy you.”
In Ye Celeng’s courtyard, Ye Celeng looked at the medicinal pot in front of her as she said, “At least you enjoy what you do.”
Sitting on a couch not far from her, Bai Shanshui gave a small smile. She also looked at the warm medicinal pot and said, “I had not thought that Bureau Chief Ye is a pharmacist.”
Ye Celeng said mockingly, “When one has a prolonged illness, one becomes a doctor.”
Bai Shanshui looked at her and a complicated gaze flashed through her eyes. “Honestly, it should be me who admires you…… The cultivators of the world only see great rebels like me free in the mountains and forest, free to gain my revenge, but do not think that you have many connections so you cannot be like me. I, just after mastering my sword, lost all my connections. Country broken, sect destroyed. No relatives or good friends. Even some acquaintances I knew and liked have all died. Every sunset, I am lonely and sad.”
The liquid medicine was boiling yet it would need many hours and many bowls of water to make one bowl of medicine.
Ye Celeng listened to Bai Shanshui’s words. She thought back to the events of the past decade, and felt like it was just a dream.
Those people with their bright clothes, fast horses and proud swords seemed to be still in front of her. But why had so many things happened and so long passed?
Bai Shanshui originally did not want to speak, but at this time, she abruptly sensed something and frowned. “Strange.”
A breeze blew. She rose from the couch and headed out the door.
Ye Celeng looked at the medicine pot and followed her. She said gravely, “What is it?”
Bai Shanshui did not immediately answer her. Her gaze fell to the side of the wall.
There was an open ditch by the wall. The rainwater gathered on the eaves would eventually gather in this water ditch. then the ditch would pass under the wall, and gather into the larger ditches on the two sides of Changling’s streets.
The water to wash rice and clothes, and water for the horses came from the open water in these ditches. Because of the rainstorm some time ago, the ditch was full of water, almost flush with the ground, but more turbid than usual.
“There is medicinal energy,” Bai Shanshui said.
Ye Celeng did not misunderstand. Just as Bai Shanshui spoke, a gentle presence came out of Bai Shanshui, and the water ditch flowing in Ye Celeng’s courtyard started to steam.
The mist seemed to slowly float towards Bai Shanshui like a silk cloth made from the softest of silks. Glowing water droplets accumulated and fell into Bai Shanshui’s hand. They spun like dew on the leaves, and then disappeared without a trace.
Ye Celeng also sensed the medicinal energy in the water droplets. Her brow furrowed deeply.
The medicinal energy scent was chaotic, and contained many spirit medicines even she could not obtain.
“These medicines can only come from the palace,” she turned and said to Bai Shanshui.
Bai Shanshui nodded.
Precious medicines had fallen into the dirty water of Changling’s streets. This was hard to understand. She feared this would only occur in Changling. But just like how only Changling would have a woman like Ye Celeng, these spirit medicines that had dissipated into the dirty water were a blessing to her.
The watery mist moved softly and grew more transparent under the sunlight. More beads of water appeared in Bai Shanshui’s palm.
Ye Celeng looked at this scene and said, “Cloud Water Palace’s water control is the best in the world, as expected.”
An odd light appeared on Bai Shanshui’s face. She turned to Ye Celeng and said, “While Cloud Water Palace is the best at controlling water, its killing intent is less than Bureau Chief Ye’s One Sky Water.”
Ye Celeng looked at her eyes and said, “Maybe we can learn from each other?”
Bai Shanshui laughed. “This is something that could only be imagined before, but always impossible.”
In the next breath, Bai Shanshui put away her smile and nodded seriously. She said, “Exactly what I want. Also, we could possibly comprehend some other things together, like the Lonely Mountain Sword Hoard. ”
**
Ye Zhengnan finished sweeping the streets around Ink Garden and started to help the surrounding neighbours with their chores. He repaired houses, carried water, and chopped firewood. The people of Falling Parasol were simple to start with. Seeing Ye Zhengnan work so hard and hearing that Ye Zhengnan was homeless, these neighbours started to arrange everything for Ye Zhengnan without needing Ding Ning’s arrangements. Ye Zhengnan got a room, and had no worries for his three meals.
When he lifted the crude bowl that Falling Parasol’s residents were used to using and started to eat dinner, he saw a lonely and rebellious, but not proud figure heading towards him.
He put down his bowl and looked at this incoming figure. Seeing the other wearing thick-clothes on a summer day, he looked up and said softly, “I recognize you. You are Li Xixing.”
Walking slowly towards him under the setting sun was Li Xixing.
“I am Li Xixing.”
He walked to Ye Zhengnan’s side and sat down on the stairs next to Ye Zhengnan. He, who was not skilled at talking to people, fell silent.
Ye Zhengnan looked curiously at him. “You are seeking Ding Ning?”
“I originally came to tell you that I am leaving,” Li Xixing looked at Ink Garden next to him and said.
“You are saying farewell?” Ye Zhengnan was shocked. “You were in the top ten of Min Mountain Sword Trials. You can join Min Mountain Sword Sect to study, why leave?”
Li Xixing did not immediately reply.
Ye Zhengnan realized something but was still puzzled. “You count as a student of Min Mountain Sword Sect now. Even if your family is displeased with what you did in Min Mountain Sword Trials, they should not blame you now. With Min Mountain Sword Sect’s conduct, they will protect you.”
“Of course, I am not afraid.”
Li Xixing shook his head and said, “But no matter how I disobey my father’s orders, my father is still my father…… I do not fear what other people will do to me, but I must care about how people treat my father.”
Ye Zhengnan was stunned. He started to understand Li Xixing’s meaning.
“You want to be responsible there. Where are you going?” he looked at Li Xixing and asked after a stunned moment.
“I am still returning outside the forts. Since they do not like me staying in Changling and want to exile me out there, I will go back.”
Li Xixing stood up and said to Ye Zhengnan, “Originally, I wanted to say goodbye in person. But I now feel there is no meaning. You telling him is the same.”
“Wait……”
Seeing Li Xixing who walked the street back where he came from without another word, Ye Zhengnan sighed. “You treat him as a friend, of course, he does the same.”
Li Xixing nodded. He said nothing else. His shadow lengthened under the setting sun and then he finally disappeared from Ye Zhengnan’s sight.
A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance wearing ordinary clothes appeared at the gate of Ink Garden to watch Li Xixing leave.
Even Ye Zhengnan had not noticed when he arrived, and did not even notice his existence until now.
This middle-aged man looked extremely ordinary and forgettable. He nodded in greeting to Shao Sharen who was sitting on the bamboo mat under the tree and then passed through the gates to the inner courtyard of Ink Garden.
Ding Ning walked out of the small courtyard and bowed at the seemingly ordinary man from a distance. “Sect Uncle Geng Ren.”
Volume 5 92 - The Weather Cold
This sword was so casual, and the kill so quick that everyone in the military that witnessed this move had no time to feel terror. They just unconsciously understood the other was so strong they could not be stopped from coming into the camp. Then another wild gust of cold wind blew in the camp.
The cold wind made it impossible for the soldiers standing near the gates to stand still, and even the tents secured to the ground with metal rods flew away.
The woman who held a lifebond sword that could even freeze people’s swords had advanced hundreds of feet in this breath!
The military armament and seal weapons falling towards her fell behind her. The soldiers closest to her and to her sides still had outstretched hands, but were covered in frost just like the armament and seal weapons, frozen to the ground.
The cold wind blew forward, the sword essence targeted at the main tent where Mo Ying was in. On the way there, not many could stand still, but there were some who could.
A dozen or so cultivators appeared from different corners of the camp and stood in the cold wind ahead of her. These cultivators seemed to stand in a seemingly scattered manner, but the power coming off them seemed to cut through the surrounding primal energies of the universe and form a special formation.
Some armies and sects had formations that cultivators could work together to perform, merging in the power of lower ranking cultivators in order to fend off more powerful cultivators. These dozen cultivators who formed the formation were not weak. even more importantly, in an army like this, they just had to trap the other in an area, and the military would have more killing moves waiting for the cultivators who came in.
These cultivators came mostly from different sects. Looking at the sword whose color was so deep it was unimaginable, they knew that this was the legendary Eldest Miss Gongsun, and this sword was the famous Nine Hell King Sword, infamous for being the most violent sword in the world. So they channeled all of their vital energy.
Even Zhangsun Qianxue felt the power of this formation. She paused in her footsteps, and the road ahead seemed to grow long.
One cultivator was not among these dozen cultivators. He stood behind a seal weapon, and his perception locked onto Zhangsun Qianxue who had slowed down. The seal weapon in front of him was the height of two men added together, and had a base inscribed with many profound seal scripts. This was a standing metal doll. The metal person stretched out the right finger, pointing forward like it was pointing the way.
“Do not move.”
Just as his vital energy started to surge to activate this large seap weapon, he heard this sincere voice.
The cultivator who had walked in with Eldest Miss Gongsun into the camp had appeared behind him at some unknown time. This young cultivator in black robes was naturally Ding Ning.
Hearing this voice, the military cultivator turned slightly. Ding Ning shook his head again and said softly, “Do not move.”
This military cultivator’s body was slightly stiff. He clearly knew that the other said to not move and activate this military seal weapon. He also sensed the strong warning in the other’s words. But he did not want to give up on this chance. After hesitating a moment, his wild vital energy flowed out of his right sleeve, not into the seal weapon’s base, but into a flying sword inside his sleeve.
With a bang, the sleeve of this military cultivator shattered to pieces. A grey sword shot out of the flying cloth towards Ding Ning’s chest.
Ding Ning frowned slightly. He lifted his right arm, and pointed at the moving sword.
There was another shrill howl among the deafening roars. A sword essence came out of his fingertip, passing through the compressed layers of air, and accurately hit the other flying sword.
This was only just a sword energy with some lifebond presence. More accurately, it was just a sword energy from the lifebond sword.
The military cultivator’s tense face seemed to blacken. Because he was connected to his sword, his skin rippled, and folds seemed to spread on his face. His pupils contracted, filled with disbelief.
Just a sword essence from the other’s lifebond sword, but the moment the energy appeared, his body instinctively shuddered. This had nothing to do with cultivation, but the instant perception of the other’s flying sword.
In the next moment, more shock came as he could not control his sword! The sword energy came from an unimaginably powerful sword, but in terms of its own strength, it could not suppress his flying sword completely. Yet, his flying sword was sent flying by that sword essence and as it trembled violently, it could not be controlled.
Ding Ning’s body was slightly bowed as he avoided the three arrows coming at him from the rear. He left behind afterimages as he passed through the cold wind in front of the military cultivator.
This cultivator stopped breathing for a moment, and with a grunt, a flower-like sword energy came from the fingers of his right hand heading towards Ding Ning’s feet.
Ding Ning was still frowning but looked very calm. He did not even blink as he flicked with his right hand, and a sword energy shot through the flower. The petals flew, and the sword energies seemed to crack like porcelain, streams of white energy flying by Ding Ning’s face.
The sword energy that Ding Ning had flicked stabbed into this military cultivator’s chest. The cultivator seemed to be struck by a heavy wood post, and flew backwards. A bloody spray erupted from his chest. But when he hit the ground hard and felt the power flowing out of him, the military cultivator found he was still alive.
He was just injured heavily, but not dead.
**
Mo Ying’s gaze fell onto this seriously injured but alive cultivator.
Compared to the battle of Zhangsun Qianxue against the dozen cultivators, this battle seemed insignificant, but when Ding Ning knocked away the military cultivator’s flying sword with a sword energy, his attention focused on this battle.
Only a cultivator of his level could sense what had happened in that short moment. What decided the fate of this battle was in defeating the moves. The young cultivator dressed in Changling’s most ordinary black robes had defeated the other’s flying sword with one move, and then also the other’s flower with another. Both swords seemed to have found the other’s sword form’s weakness. With all sword forms mastered, no move was undefeatable. Such a cultivator had only ever been just one person many years ago in Ba Mountain Sword Field.
Now, he saw the shadow of that person on this young person in black. So this young person who easily defeated the other, seriously wounding but not killing, should be that person’s heir.
The heir to the Nine Death Silkworm had finally appeared.
“So it is true.”
He smiled with slight bitterness and stood up, picking up the sword on the table in front of him. He gazed at Ding Ning in the distance and said to himself, “What has to come will come after all.”
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