章節 69: What's the Point of Bai Yujing in This World
The wound on his back stung fiercely, but Mosha Guiren still displayed his light skills, darting through the shadows in the underground palace.
Wrapped around his Dantian was a thread of spiritual energy. Utilizing the spiritual energy storm left behind by the ancient Qi Refiners' self-destruction, he successfully induced the energy into his body, truly experiencing the wonders of immortality.
So... he didn't want to die.
Originally, he coveted the condensation pills left behind by the ancient Qi Refiners' self-destruction. Those pills looked like good stuff, surrounded by threads of spiritual energy. If he could obtain them, perhaps it would further enhance his cultivation.
However, he might not be able to obtain them on his own, as the strength displayed by Nie Zhao and Nie Changqing far exceeded his own.
Therefore, he wanted to instigate Xiang Shaoyun to fight for them. If they could fight to a draw, he could benefit from it.
But the result...
Xiang Shaoyun, that straightforward guy, actually gave up the treasure's pursuit because of someone else's lifesaving grace! Instead, he drew Nie Changqing's attention to him.
Mosha Guiren wanted to curse loudly in his heart, but escaping was more important.
The sound of breaking air whistled.
Nie Changqing's butcher knife flew toward him.
Mosha Guiren turned around and drew out a sword, clashing with the butcher knife. Instantly, it shattered inch by inch.
His arm's tiger mouth also cracked open, blood spraying.
Shocked, Mosha Guiren fled in a sorry state, escaping out of the underground palace.
...
Outside the underground palace.
All the major county guards had withdrawn. They had witnessed the terror of the Immortal Palace. Without the authorization of the Heaven and Earth Qi Orders, no one could intrude. Even if they piled up human lives, they couldn't qualify.
Therefore, they had to send people to search the world for the Heaven and Earth Qi Orders.
Staying within the Wolong Ridge was of no use at all.
However, although the major county guards withdrew, they all left behind spies.
Moju lightly shook his feather fan, standing among the mountains, looking quite chic.
Suddenly.
The calm Immortal Palace trembled.
The Immortal Gate opened.
Three figures covered in blood rushed out of the Immortal Gate.
Moju's lazy eyes suddenly sharpened as he stared at the three people. "It's not Xiang Shaoyun and the others, it's someone else who was sucked into the Immortal Palace while holding the Qi Orders."
Judging from their situation, it didn't seem good.
The forces these people belonged to all had someone guiding them.
After coming out of the Immortal Palace, these people left quietly, without a word.
However, many people's eyes flickered because they could tell that something was wrong with these people. There seemed to be a special aura surging around them!
"These people... they must have obtained the immortality!"
Moju tightened his grip on the feather fan, taking a deep breath.
Just as he was feeling complicated, the Immortal Palace's door opened again.
A figure fled out in a sorry state.
Several people five miles away from the Immortal Palace were suddenly shocked.
"It's Mosha Guiren from the Mo Family! Why is he in such a sorry state!"
"How miserable! Is the situation in the Immortal Palace so dangerous?"
"No, it seems like someone is chasing after him!"
...
Many people discussed.
In the next moment, many people focused their eyes, and two figures flew out of the Immortal Palace, one in white robes and the other in a white dress.
Ning Zhao had an expressionless face, her green hair fluttering, and she wielded the Cicada Wing Sword.
Nie Changqing wore white clothes, which, coupled with his weathered face, appeared somewhat strange.
Mosha Guiren turned his head and saw Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao standing in front of the Immortal Palace, his heart suddenly tightening.
"Juzi, save me!"
Mosha Guiren roared towards the Immortal Palace five miles away.
"These two have obtained the greatest immortal fortune in the Immortal Palace, the condensation pills left behind by the self-destruction of the ancient Qi Refiners! They can ascend to immortality in one step!"
Mosha Guiren yelled as he ran frantically.
"Looking for death!"
Nie Changqing frowned. Although he knew that the news of them obtaining the Condensation Pills couldn't be concealed, Mosha Guiren's move still angered him.
It made him harbor a murderous intent towards Mosha Guiren.
Indeed, as the Young Master said, for unreasonable people, cutting them down was the solution, just like dealing with those scholars back then.
Mosha Guiren's words were undoubtedly like a bombshell!
They shocked everyone outside the Immortal Palace.
Condensation Pills left behind by the self-destruction of ancient Qi Refiners?!
Ascend to immortality in one step?!
These pieces of news made many people's eyes slightly red.
They all understood how terrifying the anomalies in the Immortal Palace were. Therefore, the preciousness of these Condensation Pills was self-evident.
Many people had already started to feel restless in their hearts.
Moju shook his feather fan. He knew that Mosha Guiren was attracting a scapegoat, but...
The bait he threw out, the Condensation Pills of the ancient Qi Refiners that allowed one to ascend to immortality in one step, was indeed tempting!
Moju narrowed his eyes, looking at the peerlessly beautiful Ning Zhao. Internally, he hesitated and withdrew the order.
Boom!
Nie Changqing made his move. His butcher knife suddenly descended like a black meteor, swiftly chopping down.
Wrapping around a strand of spiritual energy, it formed an arc in the air and swiftly chopped towards Mosha Guiren's head.
The Art of Blade Control!
Nie Changqing's white robe fluttered as spiritual energy surrounded him.
Ning Zhao's figure had already swept out like a white horse passing a crevice.
Suddenly, Mosha Guiren felt a fierce wind behind him, as if a fierce tiger was pouncing!
But he saw Ning Zhao's cold and beautiful face, wielding a Cicada Wing Sword. A faint blue aura surged on the Cicada Wing Sword as it lightly swung down towards Mosha Guiren's neck.
In the dense forest.
There was a burst of explosions.
A silver crossbow claw whistled out.
It suddenly grabbed Mosha Guiren's waist and forcefully pulled him away.
However, Ning Zhao's sword suddenly accelerated. Mosha Guiren's arm flew up, blood splattering on the yellow soil.
Mosha Guiren's forehead was covered in sweat from the pain.
But he didn't scream, only staring at Ning Zhao with a cold gaze.
Nie Changqing's butcher knife whistled down.
In the dense forest, another large crossbow arrow shot out, colliding with the butcher knife.
The arrow exploded.
But the butcher knife was also knocked away by the tremendous impact of the arrow.
Nie Changqing grabbed the butcher knife and stood beside Ning Zhao.
Mosha Guiren was pulled into the dense forest and disappeared.
"The Mo Family's mechanism..."
Nie Changqing gazed intently.
Ning Zhao held the Cicada Wing Sword, twisting a strand of green hair, her beautiful face expressionless.
"Quick and decisive. If the Young Master waits too long, he will be in a bad mood."
Ning Zhao said.
Nie Changqing nodded, and the two of them mobilized the spiritual energy in their elixir cores and walked slowly towards the Immortal Palace five miles away.
Five miles outside the Immortal Palace.
The soldiers left behind by various counties surrounded them, numbering nearly a thousand. They all stared at the two figures in white who walked out of the Immortal Palace.
They had the Condensation Pills of the ancient Qi Refiners...
Greedy, these people were prepared to keep Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing.
The wind gradually rose.
It stirred up the strong smell of blood in front of the Immortal Palace.
Wolong Ridge was a bloody place. The tremors in the Immortal Palace had buried countless souls and bones.
Battle cries rang out. The moment Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing stepped five miles out of the Immortal Palace, soldiers from various counties and stationed generals all made their move.
Today, the white robes were destined to be stained with blood.
...
North Lu, Heart Lake.
Lu Fan leisurely leaned back in his wheelchair, feeling the condition of his body.
Adding 5 points to the physique attribute, Lu Fan didn't feel any special changes. If he had to say, then... his blood surged stronger within his body, and his skin... became thicker.
Compared to the ordinary Grandmasters, his skin was no weaker in strength.
If hundreds of attribute points were added to physique in the future, would he truly become invulnerable, impervious to water and fire, the kind that enemies couldn't kill even if they chopped him while he sat in a wheelchair...
Thinking about that scene, Lu Fan inexplicably fell into contemplation. That... didn't seem bad either.
With 30 points added to the soul strength, Lu Fan felt his vision suddenly clear again. Faintly, he seemed to be able to catch the sound of fish bubbles in the lake.
Perhaps, in the near future, with the enhancement of enough soul strength, Lu Fan could really condense something like the mythical primordial spirit.
On the island.
A gentle breeze blew.
The setting sun pulled out rays of light, reflecting on the lake's surface with long and narrow waves, like crushed flames.
Ni Yu and Jing Yue were whispering to each other on the side.
Assassin Mo Liuzi was sitting cross-legged, absorbing qi, while Yi Yue was still struggling to find her qi sense.
Ten spirit chrysanthemums swayed in the wind, reaching towards the sky.
Suddenly.
Jing Yue and Ni Yu, who were chatting, turned their heads to look at North Lu Lake.
They saw a solitary boat gently approaching on the lake's surface.
"It's Sister Ning and Old Nie coming back!"
Ni Yu excitedly ran to the lakeside, her pretty face flushed in the sunset glow.
However, soon, the excitement on her face gradually faded.
The boat approached.
A strong smell of blood drifted in the wind.
But on the boat, there were two figures standing.
Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao had calm expressions, but the white robes they wore were all dyed red.
On the second floor terrace of the White Jade Capital Pavilion.
Leaning on the railing, Lu Fan watched Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao on the blood-stained boat, squinting his eyes slowly.
...
Wolong Ridge.
Mosha Guiren, with one arm severed, had a pale face, kneeling on the ground, big drops of sweat rolling down his forehead.
In front of him, there was an old man with folded hands, wearing a black robe, his white hair hanging down, quietly listening to Mosha Guiren describe the situation in the secret realm.
After a long time, he sighed.
"Xiaoyun was blinded by Immortal Fate. He is the overlord of the West County, the future emperor of the world, and his goal should be to establish his grand ambitions..."
"Xiaoyun, what a pity..."
The old man shook his head, looking towards the deep recesses of Wolong Ridge, where the hidden Immortal Palace radiated a faint colorful aura.
"Lu Ping'an of North Lu, disciple of the White Jade Capital..."
"Why would the world need a White Jade Capital on top of the various schools of thought and philosophies?"
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