Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One Chapter 98 - 98 94 Nine Heavens Dragon Roar Unites with the

Chapter 98: Chapter 94 Nine Heavens Dragon Roar Unites with the Wan Jian Sect! Chapter 98: Chapter 94 Nine Heavens Dragon Roar Unites with the Wan Jian Sect! Yan Chixia, originally a renowned Judge in the twenty-six prefectures of Guandong and Guangxi, detested corrupt officials and hated the power of treacherous courtiers. Disheartened, he left Jianghu and secluded himself in Lanruo Temple.

This man was highly skilled in spells and expert in swordsmanship, like the State Preceptor, practiced both Buddhist and Taoist cultivation. He had an ancient divine weapon: the Xuanyuan Sword, which the world called “the number one sword under the heavens”.

Though Yan Chixia was formidable, he never bullied the weak or was arrogant. Instead, he had a free-spirited nature, slightly childlike at heart. He saw demons as enemies and would even occasionally quarrel with them. He was a swordsman among the cultivators of the world, truly embodying the essence of an immortal hero.

“So, he’s one of us?”

“Seems so…”

While Li Ping’an and Yiye Zhiqiu were whispering to each other, Yan Chixia saw that Li Ping’an was sowhat afraid of him, and without addressing him, turned to look at Xiao Wangba:

“Lord Xiao, how have you been these days?”

“Seeing you makes very well, Hero Yan, your arrival is most tily! You’ve addressed our urgent needs!”

Upon seeing this person, Xiao Wangba felt firm support at his core, and the pressure on him greatly lessened. He said warmly:

“May I ask what brings Hero Yan here?”

“I was entrusted by soone to rescue both you and him!”

“Rescue ?”

Li Ping’an looked at Yan Chixia in surprise, while Yan Chixia glanced at the Red Sun Jade Pendant on Li Ping’an’s waist and smiled without saying a word.

Yiye Zhiqiu, seeing that a generation’s immortal hero Yan Chixia was ignoring him, felt like the first ti he learned of Li Ping’an being Zhuge Weiwei. Enduring the intense pain, he took the initiative to speak:

“Hero Yan, I am Yiye Zhiqiu of the Kunlun Sect…”

“Alright, alright, with such a great enemy before us, there’s no need to separate by sect.”

Yan Chixia gave a disapproving look at the talkative Yiye Zhiqiu and turned his gaze to the State Preceptor.

“State Preceptor, both of us are cultivators of Buddhist and Taoist practice, beyond mundane affairs. We shouldn’t add to the killing. I wonder, could you spare them as a favor to ?”

The State Preceptor’s eyes flickered slightly, and he said coldly:

“Hero Yan, I heard you had retired to Lanruo Temple, so why concern yourself with these worldly trifles?”

“I wouldn’t have, but a good friend entrusted , and I dared not refuse.”

“Such devotion to a friend’s trust, that you dare not refuse!”

The State Preceptor’s expression darkened as he said solemnly:

“Does Hero Yan truly intend to oppose the Imperial Court and save these traitorous ministers and thieves?”

Yan Chixia laughed heartily:

“It all depends on a single thought from the State Preceptor. If you release them, it’s an act of great kindness that avoids bloodshed. But if you insist on killing the innocent, then I, Yan Chixia, must intervene!”

“Since Hero Yan insists on going your own way, then I can only send you all off together, forgive !”

After saying this fiercely, the State Preceptor did not make a move, but closed his eyes, brought his palms together, and the eight nuns prepared to repeat their deadly act, intending to kill them all.

“Everyone stand behind !”

Yan Chixia shouted loudly, positioning himself in front of everyone, which was exactly what Li Ping’an had been hoping for.

“Break!”

The eight nuns attacked Li Ping’an, Yan Chixia, Yiye Zhiqiu, and the others at the sa ti as they struck their magic artifacts.

“Sword Transformation into Thousands!”

Suddenly, from Yan Chixia’s Sword Box, a simple and ancient massive sword flew out, instantly splitting into countless Flying Swords.

“Nine Heavens Dragon Roar, Wan Jian Gui Sect!”

Countless Flying Swords ford a circle, their tips aligned to create a sword shield that blocked the powerful strike from the eight nuns.

“My turn now! Vajra Mantra!”

After blocking the attack, Yan Chixia imdiately recited the incantation:

“Prajna-paramita…”

As Yan Chixia uttered the Vajra Mantra, the words followed the spell, physically materializing into golden text. One character doubled to two, two to three, increasing exponentially, and like a tide, they surged towards the eight nuns.

The nuns were instantly engulfed by the tide of golden light characters, the one playing the cymbals missed, the one playing the small cymbals crumpled into a heap, the one striking the chi stones turned brittle, the drumr struck her companion’s hand in confusion, the one with disordered eyes smacked her companion’s head with the chi mallet, instantly causing chaos. They all fell from mid-air, landing on the ground as if dead, motionless.

With this move, Yan Chixia demonstrated the might of a decade’s austere cultivation. Even ten thousand Vajras couldn’t suppress him, leaving Li Ping’an, Yiye Zhiqiu, and the mbers of the Xiao Family dumbfounded and involuntarily exclaiming:

“So powerful!”

“You ruined my plan; well then, let’s end this together…”

The State Preceptor hadn’t expected Yan Chixia to break his spell with such ease and flew into a rage. He was about to stretch his hands out from the middle of his monk robe, ready to deal a lethal blow, but just as he prepared to make his move, a scar on his chest throbbed with pain and emitted a faint red glow.

“Damn it! The expert sent by Xiao Wangba left with a serious injury, and I have yet to recover. If I were to fight seriously against Yan Chixia, I might reveal my true form, but it’s alright, I’ll just wait until my injuries heal before killing them!”

The State Preceptor dared not engage in a life or death battle with Yan Chixia while still injured. After barely suppressing his anger, he imdiately placed his hands together, adopting a pained expression:

“Fighting and killing, what’s the point?”

“Well said!”

Seeing that the State Preceptor intended to back off, Yan Chixia also withdrew his Divine Skills and courteously provided him a way out, saying:

“State Preceptor, wouldn’t it be better for us to discuss Buddhist and Taoist Magic for the first ti? I happen to have so questions about the scriptures I’d like to ask.”

The State Preceptor knew that Yan Chixia was giving him an out and waved his hand in invitation:

“Let’s call it a night. We can talk about anything else tomorrow. Zuo Qianhu, let them go.”

“Yes…”

Zuo Qianhu answered perfunctorily, and Yan Chixia approached to support the State Preceptor, walking to the side to sit on a rock beneath a tree. He pulled out the scroll from behind his back, drank wine, and consulted the State Preceptor, who humbly explained Buddhist principles and clarified the Dao. Under a guise of harmony, it was as though the previous conflict had never occurred.

Seeing that the State Preceptor was on good terms with Yan Chixia, Li Ping’an and the others knew they had been saved and were overjoyed. However, Li Ping’an began to ponder as he looked at the eight nuns lying motionless on the ground:

“What exactly is the relationship between these eight nuns and the State Preceptor? Why does their strength fluctuate so much?”

Taking advantage of the State Preceptor’s discussion with Yan Chixia, Li Ping’an quietly approached and closely examined one of the nuns. After a long look that provided no answers, he crouched down and stretched out his hand to touch the nun’s back.

“Huh? It’s actually empty?”

Li Ping’an then realized that the eight nuns each had only a layer of human skin without any internal organs, and he was utterly shocked.

“Your man is quite disrespectful. I shall take my leave now! Hmph!”

The State Preceptor, as if sensing sothing, imdiately turned his head and glared at the masked Li Ping’an, then got up and left. The eight nuns also instantly stood up as if coming to life again and followed him, startling Li Ping’an once more.

“This State Preceptor is truly sinister and formidable!”

Li Ping’an stood up and looked askance for a long ti without a word.

“State Preceptor, safe travels!”

Yan Chixia politely saw off the State Preceptor, who said in a deep voice as he passed Zuo Qianhu:

“Aren’t you embarrassed enough? Take your n and leave imdiately!”

After saying this, one of the nuns struck a chi, and the fifty subordinates who had been immobilized by Yiye Zhiqiu’s Immobilization Spell were instantly freed from the spell and followed the State Preceptor and Zuo Qianhu out in a disheveled retreat.