Capítulo 1333: Chapter 24: A Peal of Thunder in Midsumr (Five Chapters Combined)
Miao Zhiquiao and the others did not wait long before the whale beast brought Wang Anfeng over.
The thirty-four-zhang-long exotic beast broke through the water. Miao Zhiquiao and the others saw the blue-robed scholar, who had just been able to fish the sea with a rod, now sitting on the whale beast’s back. Although his deanor was as before, there was a hint of fatigue. They were curious but did not dare to ask.
Wang Anfeng boarded the ship, and the whale beast let out a low cry before departing.
Miao Zhiquiao withdrew her gaze and looked at the scholar beside her, who was the sa as when he first boarded. She pursed her lips and asked softly:
“Senior, what will you do next…?”
Wang Anfeng, deep in thought, waved his hand with a smile:
“No need to call senior, just refer to as the scholar as before.”
Then he laughed self-deprecatingly:
“Calling senior makes sound much older than I am.”
Miao Zhiquiao hesitated: “This…”
Wang Anfeng glanced at her and joked:
“Why so hesitant now? Where has the courage gone from when you wanted to tie up to be your brother-in-law?”
Miao Zhiquiao blushed and decisively admitted her mistake:
“At that ti, I was blind. I beg for your forgiveness, senior.”
Wang Anfeng sighed helplessly:
“I said I’m not a senior. Do I look that old?”
Miao Zhiquiao remained respectful without answering.
Wang Anfeng sighed inwardly and looked into the distance, where soone with whom he shared a blood bond was over the horizon of the sea. Miao Zhiquiao raised her eyes and saw his profile; in his black pupils, a shimring light seed to flicker, as if a sword were unsheathing. The blue robe fluttered slightly, making her feel awe-struck, and she lowered her eyes.
Wang Anfeng asked softly:
“Is Captain Miao’s ship heading towards Penglai?”
……
Zhao Simiao, dressed in simple cloth, pierced the wooden dummy with a replica Thunderbolt Spear three hundred tis.
Inner strength flowed into the spear tip, and then his footsteps moved chaotically yet rhythmically. A shake of the wrist, and the steel short spear pierced out abruptly, the tip vibrating the air and emitting a sharp whistling sound before the black ironwood dummy split in half with a crack.
The divine light in Zhao Simiao’s eyes gradually faded as he exhaled a white breath like an arrow.
Releasing his right hand, the muscles in his arm relaxed. He stepped back, his breath slowing. According to the sect’s records and the path of internal operation, he transferred the dispersed inner strength that had exploded montarily into his ridians.
This is a very common martial art in the Flying Spirit Sect but considered superior in the East Sea’s Jianghu.
After exerting full strength, a person is usually fatigued and unable to continue fighting. But with this inner strength technique, a martial artist can maintain eighty percent capacity after giving their all, which can be life-saving.
Zhao Simiao stood still to gather his breath, and only after a long while did he open his eyes and withdraw the standard weapon of the Flying Spirit Sect.
Holding the black iron mixed with star patterns, cold to the touch, Zhao Simiao sighed and looked up at the massive, looming island in the distance with envy.
Flying Spirit Island.
One of the world’s seven sects, the residence of the Flying Spirit Sect.
Within it, true masters can walk on waves and soar on the wind while drinking, living freely and boldly, comparable to immortals.
Not only on Flying Spirit Island, but in the surrounding area, nearly all island residents are influenced by the Flying Spirit Sect. Families pass down one or two authentic techniques of the sect, and their greatest desire is to join the Flying Spirit Sect to practice martial arts.
In the eyes of these people, the sect’s decrees are as influential as the imperial court.
Lost in thought, Zhao Simiao suddenly heard soone shouting and running towards him from behind. Curious, he turned around, but he couldn’t hear what his ashen-faced friend said.
No need to listen to understand.
A ship sailed from the East Sea.
The ship was thirty-four zhang long.
There was a sword mark on the ship.
Soone flew out from the Flying Spirit Sect, over forty years old, wearing a moon-white long robe, dashing and elegant. The Thunderbolt Spear on his back, he strode through the air with a serious expression. With each step, his aura swelled, his large sleeves fluttered.
Qiu Feiyi, with a solemn face, pressed his imnse qi chanism towards the sword mark on the ship, intending to forcibly suppress the sword qi and sword intent on the vessel. He couldn’t help but feel a jolt of fear at the cold and domineering sword qi and sword intent, which made his brow sting before even reaching the sect.
Heavenly Mountain Sword? Or Qingfeng Edge’s lineage?
The five fingers of his left hand slowly pressed down.
His right hand already drawing the Thunderbolt Spear from his back.
He almost believed he had successfully suppressed the sword qi on the ship, but just as he began to relax, the qi chanism he used triggered an instinctual resistance from the sword qi and sword intent left by Wang Anfeng on the ship, and a forest-white sword intent burst skyward.
Zhao Simiao’s eyes were filled with white light, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
Upon looking again, several li of thin ice had risen on the sea surface.
Flying Spirit Sect Elder Qiu Feiyi retreated swiftly several zhàng through the air. As he did, a tear extended from the sleeve of his moon-white suit to the elbow, then, with a muffled grunt, the sleeve shattered like butterflies, revealing his right forearm, his expression turning unpleasant.
Shentu Hongye stepped off the boat, addressing him as master. Qiu Feiyi raised his hand to stop him. The two returned to the mountain, and the aftermath here was quickly handled by the sect’s disciples. However, the scene of that sword qi would remain unforgettable in many hearts.
After returning to the sect, Shentu Hongye was not imdiately summoned by the elders but was sent to change clothes and take an elixir before being called into the main hall. Anxiously, he saw a man dressed in cloth erge.
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