Chapter 118: Chapter 113: Profiting from Chaos, Sweeping Away All Opposition
The Qinglian Song was once the most iconic high-level skill of the Wei Kingdom’s Qinglian Sect.
The Qinglian Sect leader practiced a wood attribute cultivation technique, but their magic style was a rare specialty focusing on the path of music, leaving a deep impression on Zhang Yao.
But it’s been sixty to seventy years since the destruction of the Qinglian Sect.
Zhang Yao never imagined, after so many years, while heading to the desolate zone of Da Li, he would encounter remnants of the Qinglian Sect.
"What on earth is going on?"
Thoughts rapidly flashed in his mind.
Judging by age, Chen Qingju would have been at most a teenager, maybe even only a few years old, when the Qinglian Sect was destroyed.
If she truly is a remnant of the Qinglian Sect, living a life on the run and in hiding yet advancing to Qi Refining Perfection, it’s truly incredible.
Not only that—
Why would these tribulation cultivator leaders, far on the Da Li border, target a remnant from a Foundation Establishnt level sect over tens of thousands of miles away?
"...There must be so secret behind this."
"Moreover, it seems Chen Qingju’s intelligence was correct, these tribulation cultivators indeed have backing, doing dirty work for others."
Thinking of this, Zhang Yao slightly sped up his subterranean travel, heading towards the sound of the Qinglian Song.
Regardless of the secrets, there shouldn’t be any foundation establishnt cultivators appearing here, so he’s confident in causing chaos.
Over a hundred miles away:
The three black-robed tribulation cultivator leaders surrounded Chen Qingju, using magical artifacts and spells to continuously attack, with all-surrounding flas rolling down.
Upon closer inspection, the three’s magical artifacts and spells clearly originated from the sa lineage, with golden-red flas sweeping over dozens of ters, transforming into hundreds or thousands of fire crows, converging into a flaming tornado.
And in the very center of the flaming tornado:
A dense network of blue energy shielded Chen Qingju, enduring the trio’s onslaught.
"...Pluck the four purple lotus hearts, sit on the golden hall as the emperor’s son, myriad clean hong qi, the infinite returns to the grand emptiness..."
Chen Qingju sang aloud, lodious and lingering, accompanied by a white jade flute and a Jiaowei guqin, resonating with her lody, producing a clear and lofty sound.
Under the circulation of magical power, the power of the Qinglian Song was fully unleashed, with intangibly sound waves captivating and subtly distorting the air.
Under the influence of the Qinglian Song:
The three tribulation cultivator leaders staggered, occasionally looking confused, often taking two to three breaths to react, reducing the attack’s strength significantly.
If they were alone, they would likely have died at Chen Qingju’s hands long ago. Only by teaming up and coordinating intricately can they prevent Chen Qingju from escaping.
On the surface, both sides appeared evenly matched and in a temporary stalemate;
But in reality, with Chen Qingju facing three, she was firmly suppressed and unable to counterattack, bound to lose.
As ti progressed, more tribulation cultivators might converge under the trio’s command, making the situation hopeless then.
"Damn it!"
Chen Qingju clearly understood the situation, gritting her teeth with a fierce look in her eyes:
"You all brought this upon yourselves!"
She shook her sleeve, releasing a stream of light, which in the air rapidly expanded and burst into a sky-covering pale white brilliance.
The three tribulation cultivator leaders, reacting a half-beat slower due to the Qinglian Song, failed to evade in ti and were coated in pale white brilliance, suddenly stiffened.
"Creak...creak..."
Their bones and joints seed to seize and rust-lock, their magical power circulation extrely sluggish, creating a gap in the flaming tornado’s encirclent.
Clearly, this pale white brilliance was an extrely rare disposable secret treasure.
"Go!"
Overjoyed, Chen Qingju imdiately seized the opportunity, driving her escape light, fleeing frantically, instantly breaking through the flaming tornado.
With less than two hundred miles to the border of Da Li, if she could delay a bit more to enter within Da Li territory, these tribulation cultivators wouldn’t dare chase her blatantly.
But just when she thought she had escaped to safety:
"Buzz!"
A familiar black light surged in, forcibly dragging her backwards.
That familiar and terrifying suction force made her face turn pale as she desperately looked back.
The sa black disc was radiating light in mid-air.
"Did you think only you have secret treasures?"
Once released from the pale white brilliance, the three tribulation cultivator leaders imdiately began a new round of assaults on Chen Qingju.
This ti, with her trump cards exhausted, Chen Qingju found it difficult to resist the trio’s attacks, the dense blue energy net quickly dissipating under the flaming tornado’s persistent bombardnt.
In just half a mont:
"Cough, cough..."
Chen Qingju slumped to the ground, her clothes in tatters, coughing blood incessantly, her face pale as paper.
"Huff...it’s finally over."
The three tribulation cultivator leaders let out a long breath, their expressions relaxing significantly.
They cautiously surrounded her, trying her out slightly before sealing her magical power and disabling her limbs.
"Let’s go, we’ll take her back and interrogate her properly."
The three were about to leave with Chen Qingju, planning to regroup with the main force before returning to their secret lair on the Da Li border.
And the mont they rode their escape light:
"Boom!"
A bluish-purple brilliance shot towards them, accompanied by thunderous rumbling.
Under Zhang Yao’s vigorous magical power, the Celestial Thunder Spike was almost in front of one of them just as the sound reached their ears.
"Not good!"
The tribulation cultivator leader being attacked imdiately felt his hairs stand on end, his pupils constricting.
In that instant, he couldn’t dodge in ti, forced to rally his magical power, using a top-grade magical artifact to try blocking.
"If I can block for just a mont, I can counterattack!"
This was his last thought.
In the next mont:
"Boom!"
The top-grade magical artifact flying sword was knocked aside, wailing, tumbling seven or eight tis in the air, the Celestial Thunder Spike, however, not losing any montum, pierced straight through the tribulation cultivator leader’s chest.
A bowl-sized hole tore through his chest, edges charred black, his breath ceased instantly, and his body plumted down.
"Brother Chu!"
"Junior Brother!"
The other two’s eyes widened with disbelief, never expecting a hidden attack in such a situation.
What shocked them even more was seeing the Qi Refining Perfection ’Brother Chu’ fall in just a split second.
"Die!"
Zhang Yao, pressing his advantage, shifted his intent and magical power, with the Celestial Thunder Spike roaring as it changed direction for another assault.
Besides, he lded his magical power chanism with the flying sword, transforming into a streak of blue light, charging towards the remaining two.
The Celestial Thunder Spike, moving the fastest, whistled with blue-purple lightning, its thunderous roar pressuring the two greatly.
"Block it!"
The slightly younger tribulation cultivator leader roared, and together with his companion, drove their magical artifacts to resist.
They saw clearly earlier, this Thunder Light Cone possessed imnse power, far surpassing ordinary top-grade magical artifacts, and if faced alone they surely couldn’t escape.
"Boom!"
The Celestial Thunder Spike collided head-on with a Jade Ruyi and a golden brush, exploding with a heaven-shaking roar.
But once the energy waves dissipating over dozens of ters cleared, the three top-grade magical artifacts, though each backward flew back, surprisingly matched each other evenly.
"What?"
This result startled the two remaining tribulation cultivator leaders.
This wasn’t a hurried defense during a sneak attack as before. In direct power opposition, to be able to stand against two took imnse magical force?
What they didn’t know—
Zhang Yao’s magical power was over three tis theirs; were it not for slightly lacking purity, this strike would have taken their lives!
Reviews
All reviews (0)