Capítulo 1301: Chapter 10: Ten Directions, Three Lifetis—Lotus Born from Fire (Double Chapter)_3
ng Huai Jun nodded with a smile.
“Indeed, it’s quite vulgar.”
Wang Anfeng stopped paying attention to this inexplicable fellow, reaching out to touch the golden lotus, feeling its icy coldness.
He shifted it slightly, but it did not move.
This large formation was located ‘inside’ Jade Pot Mountain, three thousand zhang high, with its base connected to the mountain; extracting it would not be so simple.
Wang Anfeng recited Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart, his eyes shimring with a golden glow.
Attempting again with the Ten Powers of Tathagata, the first ti the lotus slightly trembled, the second ti ripples spread beneath his feet, the third ti the whole mountain faintly shook, and the lotus was directly pulled out by Wang Anfeng, who then retreated three steps, each step leaving cracks on the previously mirror-like surface of the lake.
Wang Anfeng breathed a slight sigh of relief.
At that mont, the lotus, previously half-closed, suddenly blossod in his hand.
The cold receded, and boundless fiery Qi surged from the lotus, instantly pouring into Wang Anfeng’s body. The Golden Bell Shield rose at once, only to find this fiery Qi seed to naturally restrain the Golden Bell Shield akin to a Vajra Physique, forcing it to retreat layer by layer.
Wang Anfeng instinctively mobilized his Qi, ignoring everything else, leaving only Divine Weapons and Divine Martial to naturally protect himself.
If any murderous intent was detected, it would be naturally countered, while his consciousness had already been drawn deeper by the lotus, the endless fiery Qi seemingly discovering more suitable ‘soil’ for its growth, ready to envelop him.
The Divine Martial Sword moved.
Before that, dozens of beams of silver light erupted, instantly cutting and tearing the space, enclosing all of the lotus Qi within countless threads, reducing so of Wang Anfeng’s pressure.
Soon, a series of silver needles fell directly on Wang Anfeng’s acupuncture points.
This move, employing top-notch hidden weapon techniques, could seal Qi and served as a formation thod. The needles’ placent was precise, swift, and accurate, partitioning the Qi without interfering with Wang Anfeng’s own confrontation with the Divine Weapon’s Qi.
The displayed techniques—hidden weapons, dicine, Qin, formation, and Inner Strength were all top tier.
While so may exceed her in certain areas, no one could handle this situation better at the mont.
After sealing the Qi, ng Huai Jun seed to relax, leaning forward, crouching in front of the seated Wang Anfeng, furrowing her brow in thought. She reached out with her right hand, touching Wang Anfeng’s forehead briefly before quickly retracting it, feeling the heat on her pale fingertip, murmuring with a frown:
“So hot, Yin polar giving birth to Yang, the principle of Heaven and Earth, but why would it find you?”
“Could it be… I see, Pure Yang Physique, Pure Yang Internal Strength, Yang path External Cultivation, how can there be such strong remainders of fiery Spiritual dicine? Dragon Qi?”
The girl murmured.
“Growing golden lotus in fire, bearing golden lotus in fire.”
“Ordinary fire can’t compare to Qi, yet how can Qi compare to such ‘fire’? This ti, you ca of your own accord. Luckily, your foundation is solid, so you should be alright, though you’ll undoubtedly have to endure so hardships.”
Her gaze fell, crouching in front of Wang Anfeng, she extended her right hand, hesitating for a mont, glanced around, and cautiously poked his cheek with her finger, leaving a small indentation.
“Ahem, sir?”
“Master of Divine Martial Mansion? Mansion Master? Can you hear ? Master of Divine Martial?”
“Guardian of the Archive?”
“Wang Anfeng?”
“…”
“Anfeng…”
“Long ti no see.”
The Divine Martial Sword, having gained spiritual awareness, let out a low hum, turning its blade downward, embedding itself into the ground with just two echoing cries.
ng Huai Jun smiled, her tawny eyes flickering with light.
Wang Anfeng seed to react to the external stimuli, his brow tightly furrowed, murmuring softly.
“Water… water…”
‘ng Huai Jun’ paused, then realized it seed the rare Yin-extre, cold flas of the world had never been t a body so compatible and were intending to settle in Wang Anfeng’s body without care, causing the flas to burst inside, even a Pure Yang, robust physique could barely withstand it.
Wang Anfeng’s eyes were tightly shut, his brow locked, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Possessing a Vajra Indestructible physique, his lips were completely cracked.
“Water…”
‘ng Huai Jun’ instinctively touched her waist, failing to find the familiar wineskin, recalling that this identity wasn’t fond of alcohol, and as a Martial Artist who could easily reach the Heavenly Sect, one typically wouldn’t need to drink water. She glanced at Wang Anfeng’s lips, witnessing his apparent suffering, his whisper of water sounded again.
ng Huai Jun pondered for a mont, though even a Grandmaster couldn’t create sothing from nothing. Within the formation, there was only one thing that could be considered “water,” so she extended her right hand, laid Wang Anfeng down, resting his head on her lap.
Even with stupefied, expressionless features, there was a newfound softness, and she cut a small wound on her right wrist, bringing it close to Wang Anfeng’s lips, speaking softly.
“I owed you this last ti…”
“Fool.”
……
The plains were vast, endless, with Jade Pot Mountain standing in the Northern Lands, so many herdsn of the grasslands had long grown accustod to looking up and seeing the crystal-clear sacred mountain, an unchanging sight for generations.
Today, however, a halo of pale golden flas slowly spread from the mountain peak.
Clouds stead, and Heaven and Earth were clear.
Glaciers lted, converging into rivers, the water level rising sharply.
For a mont, thousands of people knelt down to the ground.
Helian Pan had just arrived, being closer, so he could see more clearly. Raising his hand in bewildernt, he caught white snowflakes in his palm, which lted, a chill seeping from his skin into his bones, making him shiver uncontrollably.
The vast white snow, which used to only be visible halfway up Jade Pot Mountain, had descended.
In the wind and snow, faintly visible were two figures in white, unaffected by the bitter cold that could freeze Martial Artists in Jianghu.
Slowly descending the mountain, then passing through two immobile Fourth Rank experts, passing through the plains, past Helian Pan, through fifty-two heavily armored Iron Cavalry, gradually moving away, while the snowstorm continued.
Helian Pan took a long while to co back to his senses, his heart still pounding wildly, looking up, suddenly seeing that the wind and snow on the thirty zhang high Jade Pot Mountain had mostly ceased, as if it had brought the two n in white down the mountain.
In a daze, he suddenly heard soone casually ask:
“Have you ever heard of the gambling incident thirty years ago?”
Helian Pan nodded inadvertently.
The snowstorm swept through suddenly and then dissipated in an instant. The fifty-two riders instinctively closed their eyes, their horses neighing non-stop. Several breaths later, they opened their eyes, seeing only headless corpses clinging tightly to the reins on the fiery horses, leaving them all pale with fear.
Fifty li away, a handso, clear-eyed youth in white held a helpless head in his hand.
His palm was full of blood, which he casually tossed aside.
He glanced southward, then looked towards the Northern Lands’ Royal Court, his face full of hesitation.
That day, many people saw the two figures in white move towards the Central Plains, step by step, faces full of hesitant expressions, looking back every three steps, inducing laughter, yet with each step, they disappeared from the herdsn’s view, reappearing far away, leaving everyone in awe, kneeling as if worshiping divine spirits.
The journey was thirty thousand li.
Behind them, the vast snow gathered like a dragon.
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