Capítulo 30: One Remark Startles the Wind and Rain
As the starlight spilled down from the night sky and passed through that invisible protective screen, it refracted strangely. As this light fell upon the middle-aged demon male's face, it made his face even more pale, just like the ice and snow in the north that never melted.
Luoluo raised her hand and wiped the blood from her lips as she asked him, "Do you plan to capture me or kill me?"
The demon man calmly replied, "If I capture Your Highness, it will be impossible for me to leave the capital, so with my apologies, I can only kill Your Highness here."
Luoluo stared at those two demon horns faintly discernable amongst his hair and asked, "It seems that you've waited for a very long time."
The demon man slightly bent his body and said, "From the moment Princess left her homeland. To be more precise, from the moment Princess crossed that river reeking with blood, I have always been waiting, waiting for this day to come."
Luoluo commented, "That really is a very long time."
"I've been away from my home for several years already, and more than a year has passed since I began this journey with Your Highness. In the capital, I've been hiding like a mouse for the greater part of a year. My life was just silently watching Your Highness from the darkness, very monotonous and very dangerous."
The demon calmly recounted how he had lived in these past years. He spoke very indifferently, but in reality, it was a very cruel, even tragic life—to live in the city that was the heart of the human world for so many years, he inevitably had to pay an enormous price, especially in mental terms.
After a moment of silence, he gazed across the lake to the distant north, sighing, "I deeply miss the wind and snow of my home, I also deeply miss my wife and children. Thank you, Princess, for your mercy. Tonight, I finally have the opportunity to complete my important mission."
Upon hearing these two statements, Luoluo felt a little regret.
She had not expected that the demons had been constantly spying on her, following from her home all the way to the capital. With such far-reaching plans, so carefully and deeply thought out, once the demons snatched an opportunity, it was certain that they would be prepared for any eventuality.
What she regretted was that she was the one that had offered this opportunity to the demons. If she had not used her most ingenious method to escape the protection of her clansmen for the sake of finding that person, the demon man in front of her would probably still have to remain hidden, whittled away by his life in the human world until he turned old.
Gazing up at the night sky and seeing the clearly refracted starlight, she knew that this magical artifact had successfully divided the world into inside and outside. Although her clansmen were on the other side of the Orthodox Academy's wall, they would assuredly be unable to hear her calls.
At this place and time, no one else could save her, except herself.
Luoluo had confirmed her situation, but she actually grew calmer. As she gazed at the demon man, the childishness about her face was completely replaced with the will to fight. "Upper level Ethereal Opening is very strong, but not strong enough. I don't believe you're qualified to kill me."
"To live in the capital is not easy. There are too many human experts here. If I am too strong, it could easily alarm powerful figures like Mo Yu, the Great Zhou Imperial Palace would send a few Guardians, and then I would be dead, so I cannot be strong."
The demon man gazed at her and said, "My techniques are specialized in concealment. Although not particularly strong, they're not particularly weak either, just enough to kill Princess. Thus, I am the most appropriate, thus, the one that appeared before Your Highness today was me and not anyone else."
Luoluo said, "I want to know your name."
She spoke very calmly, seeming to look down on him from high above.
"I am called Mohe," the demon man obediently replied.
Luoluo said, "Mohe is a surname, not a name."
The demon man faintly smiled, his pale white face wrinkling like a sheet of paper. With this rather frightening look, he said, "Princess, it's meaningless to delay for time."
Luoluo began to laugh, the sound crisp and clear. With the night wind, it could be sent very far if not for that protective screen. At the least, the people on the other side of the wall would have been able to hear it clearly. The demon man seemed to have no intent of stopping her.
"I thought you didn't care about my delaying for time," she ceased her attempts and seriously said.
The demon man said, "After killing Princess, I will definitely find it very hard to escape the capital. So this period is most likely the final period of my more than one hundred years of life. For me to be able to speak with a person of such exalted bloodlines as Princess, I feel that my soul will be more easily soothed."
Luoluo opened her eyes wide and blinked slightly, asking inquisitively, "You're not worried that you will be discovered by humans?"
The demon man pointed at the metal pestle-like object on the grass before him.
"This place is very close to the Imperial Palace," she kindly warned.
The demon man expressionlessly replied, "I have faith that even if the Divine Empress were looking at this very place right now, she would not realize what we are doing."
"Fine, I truly do admit that no one will come to save me."
Luoluo sighed. She was obviously miserable, yet also rather cute.
"Then, you are sure that you really can kill me?"
After saying this, her eyes suddenly became extremely bright, like two bright pearls. Her right hand took a leather whip from her waist. This whip was extremely long, so long that it ultimately piled up at her feet, and it was a mystery just how it had been stored on her waist.
"This is the legendary Falling Rain Whip?"
The demon man seemed very regretful, perhaps because he had seen a legendary divine weapon or for some other reason.
He turned his gaze back to Luoluo and said solemnly, "Regardless of how many rare magical artifacts are on Your Highness's person, Your Highness must die tonight, because this is the Lord Military Advisor's plan, and so nothing unexpected can occur."
Upon hearing this sentence, Luoluo slightly tightened her grip on the whip, turning somewhat pale.
The Demon Military Advisor's reputation was one of the most terrifying of the continent.
Even her parents paid a great deal of attention to this person.
When that great war of the past concluded, the demons suffered a crushing defeat under the combined armies of the humans and demi-humans, but this did not mean the death of their country. They could bitterly persist in their cold realm of the north, and there were even signs of recovery in the past few years. Besides the cruel and powerful Demon Lord, who oversaw Xuelao City and stabilized the various great powers, the most important reason for this recovery was a military advisor that crafted plans for the demons. Whether they were outrageous plots or fair and open policies for governing the people, that human's shadow was always behind them.
Yes, that human's shadow.
The Demon Military Advisor was a human.
No one knew why a human was willing to betray his race and to give his utmost effort for the sake of the demons, but the entire continent knew that this human was extremely respected by the demons. From this point alone, one could tell just how extraordinary this person was.
None of the Demon Military Advisor's plans had ever failed, and there seemed to be no gaps in his thinking. His control and use of the minds of people had long since surpassed the point of perfection and become an indescribable strength.
In these countless years, the expeditionary forces sent north by the humans were all thwarted by his crafty plots, to the extent that before the army had even set out, it had already failed. The damage inflicted by this person was even more than that inflicted by the terrifying Eight Great Mountain Men of the demons added together.
Countless human experts and demi-human braves had attempted to find the Demon Military Advisor and then assassinate him, but no one had ever succeeded. Besides an expert of the path of the sword belonging to the Longevity Sect, no one had even found him.
Even today, no one knew the name of the Demon Military Advisor, what he looked like, where he had come from, or what sort of past he had that would make him betray the humans and devote himself to the demons. There was even a legend that when the demons suffered their crushing defeat, this Military Advisor did not choose to return with the Demon Lord to Xuelao City, instead choosing to conceal his identity, and that even now, he was living in the human world. He might be the neighbor by one's side, he might be one's teacher, and he might even be a priest.
This was the most frightening aspect of the Demon Military Advisor.
People only knew that he often wore a black robe.
Many demon experts, when mentioning him, would all address him with deep respect: Lord Black Robe.
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Luoluo gazed at the black-robed demon man standing by the tree, her heart gradually sinking.
If this was planned by the Demon Military Advisor, then it really might be very difficult to escape through sheer luck. Everyone knew that although the plans of the Military Advisor seemed simple, even casual, they had never contained any sort of gap—nothing unexpected would ever occur.
The demon man by the tree was wearing a black robe. He was most likely that Military Advisor's direct subordinate.
The metal artifact in the grass had cut off all changes to the world outside.
She had come alone to the Orthodox Academy.
No one else would be able to see her.
She would naturally die.
This trap was very simple, yet it was logically impossible to escape from.
She knew that she could only rely on her own strength to strive for survival.
She knew even more that the legendary Demon Military Advisor had definitely made extremely precise calculations on the strength of both sides. Just as the demon man had just said, he might not be very strong, but he was not weak either, just strong enough to kill her.
It was definitely enough to kill her.
She was able to see the strength of the man's cultivation due to her innate gift, but it did not mean that she could defeat him.
Based on human reckonings of strength, she was currently at the initial level of the Meditation Realm. With her age, this cultivation level was already sufficient to shock the world, yet in a life-or-death battle between mature experts, this sort of cultivation was not at all enough for her to survive.
"To be able to speak so much with the exalted Princess at the final moment of my life, I am very content."
The demon man slowly walked towards her and slowly raised his right hand, white rays of light seeming to shine through his fingers.
It was a ball of light condensed from true essence.
Luoluo sensed the terrifying Qi coming from the ball of light and slightly narrowed her eyes.
The demon man was wearing a pair of worn-out boots on his feet.
As the boots stepped on the lawn, they left no tracks behind.
During the day, the grass had been cut short, and now their shorn ends revealed a most pleasant aroma.
Apparently because they had been cut short, the grass seemed to have more strength, seeming to grasp at the demon's shoes.
No, that was only a momentary scene.
In reality, from the moment the demon man had taken his first step, his body had begun to blur and then vanish from sight!
Luoluo's eyes grew brighter as if wanting to illuminate the darkness.
She knew for this demon man to be able to hide himself in the human world for so long, it was definitely exactly as he said: his techniques must be extremely specialized in concealment. Yet she had not expected that her opponent could so easily vanish in the middle of battle.
In the next moment, the demon man appeared behind her!
His terrifying fist rumbled towards her back!
The demon man was far stronger than her, but even so, he had used his most powerful technique.
He had put all his true essence into this fist, all his emotions into this strike. Even though this strike would also cripple his hand, he did not care. As long as he could kill this girl, he was even willing to offer his life and soul, so what did he care for a hand?
Luoluo had no means of blocking this fist. In reality, she hadn't even been able to seize his tracks.
But her whip could.
The long whip in her right hand flicked out like a snake, the tail of the whip swishing through the darkness like a snake's tongue and piercing into the throat of the man.
At the same time, she opened her palm, causing a third button to fall to the floor.
The demon man's pale face was still indifferent, not caring about any of this, his fist still striking down.
Squelch.
A bloody hole appeared in his throat.
But at the same time, his fist fell on Luoluo's back.
Demons were born in the wind and snow amongst the mountains. Their strength became famous through mountains.
His fist was a mountain.
This mountain boomed against the girl's body.
It was a very brutal sight.
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The button fell upon the ground.
With a puff of smoke, and before it could even disperse, Luoluo had turned around to directly confront this monstrous fist.
With this demon's strange movement techniques, there should have been no reasonable way for her to have the time to turn around, but she had done it.
Because she had used another Thousand Li Button in advance.
The Thousand Li Button could not help her overcome that invisible protective screen, but it could at least help her turn around.
But what could she do after turning around?
That terrifying fist was getting closer and closer, the light of true essence seeping through his fingers growing brighter and brighter.
Was it out of dignity that she had chosen to confront death head-on in her life's final moments?
No.
An unswerving determination appeared upon Luoluo's childish face.
With a clear cry, she tightened her tiny fist and fearlessly sent it flying towards the demon's fist.
Boom!
Floorboards were sent flying, dust billowed into the air, countless cobweb-like cracks appeared in the ground, and the trees of the forest which had just been pruned were sent toppling by the wind!
The night wind gently blew.
The dust gradually settled, revealing two people.
The demon man stood at his original location, the expression on his pale face abnormally complex as several trickles of blood slowly flowed down.
His black robe had already been cut into countless pieces, revealing his pale and robust body.
His right fist had become a mass of blood and flesh, the white bone visible.
The most terrifying injury was on his head.
His left demon horn had fractured from its base, and blood bubbled forth from it.
A slightly yellowed tusk was deeply embedded in his forehead, slightly trembling.
If this sharp tusk had been able to get just a little deeper, perhaps it would have already killed him!
The demon extended a hand to pull out this tusk, but for some reason, he did not dare touch it.
He knew that if not for the magical artifact given to him by the Military Advisor suppressing the entire battlefield, he would already be dead to this girl's sneak attack.
With this thought, his face turned further pale, somewhat fearful.
""This…is the Great Emperor's Tusk?"
He stared into Luoluo's eyes, his voice a little shaky, both pained and angered. "Truly as expected of the Princess said in the tales to possess countless treasures, actually possessing protective magical artifacts of this level! In the end, I still underestimated you."
Three Thousand Li Buttons, one Falling Rain Whip, and also one Great Emperor's Tusk.
The acquisition of any of them could make an entire family go bankrupt…no, they were treasures that any expert would bankrupt their families to obtain.
And all of these were in her possession and used unsparingly by her.
If the world's experts were to see tonight's scene, they would undoubtedly beat their chests and stamp their feet in endless lamentation.
But she would not, because she was Luoluo, and she was very generous, so she was first very generous to herself. And anyway, those things had originally been hers.
"I must admit that Your Highness's response was truly outstanding, your innate abilities as powerful as expected, but regretfully…this is a plan of the Lord Military Advisor. He definitely calculated the items on Your Highness's body and confirmed that they were not enough to kill me."
The demon used his hand to smear his blood all over his face. In the slightly crooked starlight, he seemed abnormally terrifying.
He finished, "I am still alive, so Your Highness will die."
Luoluo's situation was not at all good. A moment ago, she had used her sleeve to wipe her lip clean, but now another trickle of blood had stained it.
She stared at the demon as she lightly shook her whip. The long whip reflected the starlight, seeming to come alive in the darkness. No longer was it a snake, but a dragon.
A dragon amidst the wind and rain.
The Falling Rain Whip, seventeenth on the Tier of Legendary Weapons.
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The demon disappeared, and howls surrounded the library. The lights leaking out from the library were like small boats amongst massive waves, dimming and brightening, disappearing and appearing.
Luoluo lowered her head and quietly stood, the Falling Rain Whip in her hands wildly dancing without end in the wind.
Drops of rain could faintly be seen.
Occasionally, a strand of cold Qi would break through the darkness but be blocked by a drop of rain.
Occasionally, a harsh light would pierce through the wind, but then the wind would suddenly grow more hurried and form a protective screen.
The Falling Rain Whip could draw down the wind and rain from every direction. To protect the body, it was the finest weapon.
This was also the reason she had chosen the Falling Rain Whip as her weapon when she was leaving her home.
In the end, however, she was still just a girl at the initial level of Meditation. The gap between her and the demon was too great.
If her sneak attack with the Great Emperor's Tusk had not succeeded, the demon might have been able to use his vigorous true essence to directly oppose the might of the Falling Rain Whip, forcefully break through, and kill her, but the current situation was just as bad for her.
The movement techniques of this demon were far too bizarre. Following some incomprehensible trajectory, he traveled freely through the darkness.
Her whip could drive the wind and rain in all directions, protecting herself in an impenetrable wind, yet it could not seize upon her opponent's whereabouts. Naturally, it could not attack him either.
She could not attack, and how could she keep on defending forever?
No matter how intelligent the Falling Rain Whip was, it still required her soul to control. Every gust of wind or drop of rain consumed a part of her true essence.
Her breathing was becoming hurried. She did not know if she could last until her opponent's strange magical artifact lost its effectiveness, last until her clansmen could hurry over.
She still relied on her composure and willpower that surpassed her peers to persevere, to wait.
She was waiting for the instant her opponent truly revealed his body.
The magical artifacts she had brought with her had all been used, but she was still unable to escape. However, she still had the whip, and crucially, she was still hiding one more method.
Only she knew that although she was holding the Falling Rain Whip, she was using a sword style.
This sword style contained the words 'wind' and 'rain'.
The Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong.
This sword style's most frightening aspect was that it could condense an entire sky of wind and rain into a single point, striking at an opponent's weakest point.
The demon was already heavily injured, no longer at his previous strength. She believed that if she was given an opportunity, she could definitely kill him.
The problem was that although the demon had been angered by his wounds, he had not lost his sense of reason. He displayed extreme patience. Without a complete grasp of victory, he relied on his strange movement techniques to roam outside the wind and rain, not even giving her a chance to attack.
Luoluo suddenly felt rather wronged.
The techniques of demon experts had always been mysterious, so it was fine if she couldn't grasp them, but if she had been able to completely learn the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong, if she had truly been able to understand the true meaning of bringing down the wind and rain from all directions, what need would she have to be passive?
Why didn't the teachers of the Heavenly Dao Academy and Star Seizer Academy know how to teach her? If she was able to find that person from that night, would he really be able to teach her? Right, if it weren't for that guy, how could she have encountered this assassination? How could she have reached such a miserable state?
Yes, it was all that guy's fault.
Luoluo felt very wronged, so she no longer wished to be so generous. She decided that if she were able to find that person in the future, she would not send him so many gifts.
Perhaps cut the amount of gifts in half?
As she thought of these things, the battle continued.
Danger continued to approach.
A wound appeared on her neck, a result of the demon taking advantage of a gap in the Falling Rain Whip to deliver an almost fatal blow.
Not only did Luoluo feel wronged, she began to feel grief.
She really did not want to die.
She had always believed that living was the most fortunate thing, was the most beautiful thing—for the clouds on the horizon were so beautiful, and the clouds of the capital were very beautiful, at times like the hair of a lady on the street. The clouds of her home were also very beautiful, at times like the face of a young horse thief.
Moreover, even if she died, she could not be killed in the capital.
Because this would cause many innocent people to die, like the lady on the street or that young horse thief.
Luoluo continued to lose more and more blood.
The Falling Rain Whip gradually began to lose strength.
The demon continued to remain hidden in the darkness, his position unknown.
She felt very tired, and then a little sleepy.
The Falling Rain Whip moved noiselessly through the darkness, the falling wind and rain also made no sound, and that demon was absolutely silent.
The Orthodox Academy was completely silent, truly suitable for sleeping.
Besides cultivating and playing, what she enjoyed the most was sleeping.
She knew that she could not sleep, but she really was tired.
At this moment, a voice broke the silence.
In the darkness, the Orthodox Academy awakened.
Luoluo also awakened.
"The stars in heaven reflect the organs; let your true essence flow voluntarily. Bring your wrist up to your shoulder, and the wind and rain will be restrained."
Luoluo did not know who had spoken.
But she knew that these were the contents of the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong.
She subconsciously turned the wrist of the hand holding the whip, slightly bent her left knee, and her true essence voluntarily rose up. Ignoring those meridians mentioned in the sword manual, they followed the channels in her body, traveling through her organs, and reached her chest. Then, she felt the hand holding the whip grow hotter.
What next?
She thought, somewhat puzzled.
The night was still dark.
That voice rang out once more.
"Dou Zhen, Kui Liu."
These were two rather strange phrases.
But if disassembled, people living on this world would clearly understand what they were.
Dou and Zhen referred to two stars, in the east and west respectively.
Kui and Liu referred to two stars, in the south and north respectively.
The stars were eternally constant and unmoving, especially those famous stars. The people on the ground, old and young, would be able to clearly remember their positions.
Luoluo froze, not understanding the meaning. Were they directions?
Could it be that she should stab towards the Dou star? And then at the Zhen star?
Suddenly, she came to her senses.
Between Dou and Zhen, she could draw a line.
Between Kui and Liu, she could also draw a line.
The intersection of these two lines was a single point in the night sky.
Luoluo opened her eyes wide and turned to that spot.
The Falling Rain Whip in her hand had already stabbed at that point in the night sky.
The Falling Rain Whip bound together the wind and rain into a line, transformed it into a sword.
The Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong.
In the Orthodox Academy, the wind and rain was suddenly restrained, but sword intent flourished.
Squelch.
A spurt of blood shot out from the darkness.
At the same time came the shocked and furious cry of pain from that demon expert.
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Soon after, the voice rang out once more.
It was still four words, four stars, one coordinate.
"Su Shu, Tan Wei."
The Falling Rain Whip in Luoluo's hands complied with the directions, the raindrops and the wind completely condensing into a straight line in the darkness. The sword intent of Mount Zhong, the condensed wind and rain, as if disregarding time, accurately stabbed at that point in the night sky.
It was nothing but pitch-black darkness, but when the Falling Rain Whip stabbed, it came away once more with a spurt of blood and a groan of pain! Different from that cry of pain carrying shock and anger, this groan was more perplexed, and even faintly fearful!
Luoluo felt her true essence swiftly circulating through her body. It was clearly not flowing through the meridians required by the sword manual, yet it was still able to arrive at the hand holding the whip, and it even seemed more boundless than when she normally practiced.
This confused her, but she felt even more elated.
In the following period of time, that voice would continuously ring out, at times speaking from the sword manual of the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong, telling her which technique she should use. At times, it would speak of how she should circulate true essence, yet these instructions were clearly different from what was laid out in the sword manual. Most of the time was spent with the names of the stars in the night sky.
As she listened to this voice, Luoluo felt like she had returned to when she was very young, together with her father atop a stone plateau as he pointed at the drifting clouds on the horizon and spoke of how to fight. Her emotions began to grow calmer and calmer, more and more cool-headed. She simply stopped thinking, letting her spiritual sense go where it wished. The Falling Rain Whip howled through the air like an extremely sharp longsword, continuously stabbing at the darkness!
Crackcrackcrackcrack. Countless collisions rang out through the seemingly empty darkness, the sound of the tenacious and terrifying Falling Rain Whip lashing against a person's body. It was followed by several dozen pieces of cloth dancing in the wind. When these pieces of cloth fell to the ground, it could be seen that they were all black.
Swishswishswishswish. The forward half of the frenziedly dancing Falling Rain Whip was already dyed red, countless spurts of blood having sprayed out from the darkness, yet the person injured could not be seen. It was like some invisible brush, dipped in ink ground from cinnabar, was wildly scribbling in the darkness, an exceptionally eerie sight.
With a pained and furious shout, the demon expert was finally unable to conceal his tracks, and he dropped out of the darkness. The moment his two feet hit the floor, he stuck to the ground and rolled more than a dozen times. Only when he had retreated to the lake shore did he dare to stop.
The demon expert's body was covered all over in wounds inflicted by the Falling Rain Whip, all of them flowing with blood. His black robe had long since been cut into countless pieces, the remnants hanging in shambles over his body. He looked abnormally miserable and wretched. Just where had all his previous might gone?
His first thought after being forced out of the darkness was to retreat—the farther he could get from the Falling Rain Whip, the better. In his wretched withdrawal, he did not forget to pull that magical artifact out of the grass, because he had been beaten so badly that even his soul had grown disheartened.
He crouched on the lake shore like a dog, his right hand rigidly holding up the magical artifact to protect his head. His voice was like a broken bellows, hoarse and extremely grating on the ears, containing the emotions of shock, anger, resentment, and fear. Even now, he could not understand just what had happened.
"Who? Who is it? Get out here!"
He was able to obtain Military Advisor Black Robe's trust and take on such an important mission because this technique the demon expert was skilled in was a secret technique of Xuelao City, because he was extremely skilled in concealment. Only this way could he have lived for such an extended period of time in the human world. At the same time, it was also because he possessed a near unimaginably tenacious willpower. It was impossible for him to be disheartened over a momentary setback, but tonight's events had completely exceeded his ability to accept and were on the verge of breaking his will.
Because he was most skilled at concealing his tracks, but he had been completely seen through! That enemy that had never appeared seemed to know his techniques inside and out, was able to perfectly determine where he would appear next. Just how was this possible?!
"Just who are you! Show yourself!"
The demon expert looked around at the pitch-black Orthodox Academy, then he turned his gaze to the dimly lit library. He recalled that he had seemingly forgotten something, and his face covered in blood revealed an extremely fierce sense of unease, his voice shuddering.
The grass outside the library grew brighter, because the door had been opened.
Soon after, the lights dimmed once more, because a person had come out.
A youth stood on the stone steps.
He was dressed in an old Daoist robe, a dagger gripped in his hands.
His face was somewhat pale, somewhat nervous, but his eyes were firm with no intention of cowering away.
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Chen Changsheng had been in the library the entire time.
In these past few nights, he had always been in the library.
He was drawing in starlight for Purification.
The reason he had awoken from his meditation was not the fierce battle outside, but that the magical artifact used by the demon expert was interfering with the starlight descending from the night sky.
He had walked to the window and realized that an intense battle was unfolding in the darkness of the Orthodox Academy. He did not know who the girl was, but upon seeing the man's demon horns, he naturally knew which side he should stand on.
Then, the demon man had disappeared into the night.
The long whip in the girl's hands noiselessly summoned a sky full of wind and rain.
At the very beginning, he simply did not believe that he could help this girl in any way. He had not even succeeded at Purification, and it was obvious that the girl and the demon were both very powerful people.
He stood in the corner by the window, silently watching the battle and cheering the girl on. He didn't make any noise because he did not want to introduce any more variables in this battle, did not want his existence to cause the girl to divide her attention.
A demon would naturally not care for the life or death of an ordinary human, but the girl might.
He would not miss even this sort of detail. He was a very detailed person.
But in the next moment, he realized to his shock that he really might be able to change the course of this battle.
The long whip in the girl's hand was clearly no ordinary weapon, but instead of using some whip style, she was using a sword style.
The Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong.
In the old temple of Xining Village, Chen Changsheng had once seen this sword manual. He remembered very clearly that it was within the fourth scroll of the 'Commentary on the Classic of Controlling Splendor'.
Of course, the secrets of the sword manual had mostly existed in the form of debates between distinguished Daoists of old. It was only a few days ago, after he had found corresponding books in the library, that he understood that those words were originally speaking of methods for circulating true essence and the forms of techniques too wonderful to describe with words.
He could recall this sword manual from back to front, and with his review in these past few days, he could naturally see that the sword style this girl had concealed in her whip movements only contained the form of pattering rain of the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong, but none of its cold and desolate intent. Moreover, there was clearly a problem with her method of driving true essence, or else her movements would not be so improficient.
Yes, his body did not contain a drop of true essence, but he had already begun to research methods of circulating true essence.
In these past few days when he had been comparing the knowledge in the library with that contained in his mind, he had attempted to break through the limits of his meridians to circulate true essence. For this purpose, he had made several hypotheses—it was impossible to link his nine meridians, so if he wished to cultivate, he had to find a completely new method.
He did not know if this method would have any use, if it could control the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong, because he was just a normal person with no true essence. But at the time, that girl was already covered in wounds and was about to die before his eyes, so he had to take a gamble and hope that it could help her.
Thus that remark.
"The stars in heaven reflect the organs; let your true essence flow voluntarily. Bring your wrist up to your shoulder, and the wind and rain will be restrained."
Fortunately, the problems in true essence circulation the girl encountered when using the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong were very similar to his own situation.
Even more fortunately, she did not know who Chen Changsheng was yet subconsciously complied with his instructions.
And most fortunately of all, those hypotheses of Chen Changsheng's mind achieved success on her body.
The Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong finally displayed its true might.
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"But how did you know where I was?"
On the lake shore, that demon covered in blood stared at Chen Changsheng and spoke, his voice furious and perplexed.
The Falling Rain Whip possessed shocking might, especially after the girl obtained Chen Changsheng's instructions and was able to use her true essence in the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong. Thus, as long as it could discover this demon expert's position, it would assuredly inflict heavy wounds upon him.
This was precisely the problem: how had Chen Changsheng been able to see his hidden tracks with a single sentence?
"Northern Snow, the Plum Step, and more than three thousand coordinates—all of these need to be firmly memorized."
Chen Changsheng walked to the girl's side, his dagger held up in front of his chest. As he stared at the distant demon expert, his expression was extremely vigilant, but his words were very casual. "In the past, I did not know that this was precisely the Yeshi Step, but I memorized them."
Yes, this was that most secretive movement technique of the demons, the Yeshi Step. With this foot technique, one could freely move in a fixed range. Crucially, one could borrow the heavenly secrets of wind and snow contained within this movement technique to conceal one's own tracks.
Even amongst the demons, this movement technique was a secret that was not allowed to be passed down.
But when Chen Changsheng was very young, he had already memorized all three-thousand-plus positions, as well as their sequence.
At the time, he believed that he was reading a novel concerning preaching called 'Records on the Bewildering Mists of the Capital'. Only eight days ago, when he saw a book in the library containing the records of a senior of the Orthodoxy on his battles with demon experts, and compared the two, did he understand that the novel was actually a secret technique manual.
"So you were lying, you are not a person of the Mohe, your surname is not Mohe."
Chen Changsheng stared at the demon and solemnly concluded, "You are a person of the Yeshi tribe, your surname is Yeshi."
The demon expert froze, his complexion turning abnormally nasty.
There were too many things that had taken him by surprise.
He had originally thought that the youth in the library would not have any influence on tonight's plan because that youth had not even succeeded in Purification.
He had not expected for that youth to almost break Lord Black Robe's plan.
What surprised him the most was that this youth cared more about the small lie, insignificant to the grand scheme of things, that he had told.
This made him very depressed, very sullen.
Then, he began to feel grief, muttering to himself, "The Lord Military Advisor truly does possess unparalleled wisdom. He calculated that I would not want to die, that I wanted to use the sacred artifact to help me depart…thus, he arranged for the strange you to appear."
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