Chapter 41: Hidden Dragons and Crouching Tigers (Part 2)
"Canghuo, make way for me!"
With a clear ring, a silver frosty sword aura descended from the heavens.
Bone-chilling and filled with killing intent!
With a single strike, the skeletal general and the entire peak were split in half.
The fragmented sword aura spread out, chasing and slaughtering tormented souls and malevolent spirits.
In just one strike, nothing was left in its wake.
Jiang Yuebai, who was finding it difficult to breathe, swallowed hard. She had rarely seen someone like the white-robed swordsman. Everyone she saw here had extraordinary abilities, and each one was astonishing in their own right.
"Lin Guanghan, you've gone too far! Finally, we had a chance for the younger generation to witness the majesty of my True Lord Canghuo, and you actually cut down that evil spirit with one sword. Are you looking down on me?"
"When did I ever respect you?"
"Lin Guanghan, you're asking for a beating!"
The cultivator in the crimson robe approached on a wave of fire, while the white-robed swordsman exuded a chilling aura. Ice and fire clashed, competing for dominance.
"You two, that's enough!"
A clear voice echoed, and Jiang Yuebai saw the Immortal in White descending from the sky, dressed in a simple and elegant white robe, with a heavy aura.
The True Lord Canghuo immediately extinguished his flames, and the white-clad swordsman restrained his cold aura.
Jiang Yuebai also noticed several streams of escaping light that had initially approached but suddenly changed direction, moving away from the area.
The Immortal in White swept his gaze across the valley. Jiang Yuebai's spirits trembled, and she was about to put on a composed expression, but the Immortal's gaze didn't linger on her. Instead, it went straight past her, landing on Lu Nanzhi. Seeing that she was unharmed, he nodded slightly.
"Evil spirits are easy to eliminate, but lingering grievances are hard to quell. They need to be suppressed and dissipated. Both of you, help me set up the formation."
As soon as he spoke, the three of them dispersed to different locations and began setting up the formation.
Seeing that the crisis had passed, Lu Nanzhi collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.
Jiang Yuebai also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly checked her body for any abnormalities. Ever since she had been trapped in the nightmare, she had felt that something was amiss.
Her consciousness sank into her mental sea, and Jiang Yuebai's expression turned pale.
That palace lantern, crafted by Lin Jingyue herself, was inside her mental sea!
The lamp wick emitted a silvery light, the same one that had guided her out of the nightmare that night.
Jiang Yuebai's thoughts trembled, and the brilliance of the palace lantern intensified.
At this very moment, a sudden change occurred.
Rolling black mist oozed from underground and instantly transformed into the shadowy figures of skeletal ghost generals. They converged with full force towards Jiang Yuebai and Lu Nanzhi, launching an attack.
In mid-air, the Immortal in White waved his wide sleeves, causing the ghost generals to dissipate. A golden light formation soared into the sky, but it only protected Lu Nanzhi.
"Xiao Bai!"
Lu Nanzhi was terrified but blocked by the formation, unable to approach Jiang Yuebai, who was dozens of yards away.
In the instant that the black misty spear struck, Jiang Yuebai thought she was done for. Driven by a strong will to survive, the palace lantern flew out of her mental sea and forcefully resisted the spear.
The green light clashed with the black mist, and Jiang Yuebai's mind was filled with the sound of Ye Shiming. Memories and images flashed rapidly.
From his birth as a crying baby to his youth wielding a spear on horseback.
From their first encounter in the tent to their deaths on the battlefield.
Jiang Yuebai's head throbbed, her soul shaken, feeling as if her body was being invaded.
The cultivation panel flashed with a prompt, as if she had comprehended something, but she had no intention of checking it.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and also ended in an instant.
Ye Shiming's obsession couldn't withstand the resentment of a hundred thousand soldiers. The lantern shattered, and the black misty spear descended.
"Jiang Yuebai!"
Xie Jingshan's voice rang in her ears. His clear breeze was like a sword, and he severed the long spear.
Ding!
The long spear shattered just as it was about to reach Jiang Yuebai's forehead.
Jiang Yuebai held her breath, wide-eyed. The palace lantern turned into a stream of light and returned to her mental sea. Clear breeze swirled around her, forming a sword-like figure.
Finally, it returned to the palm of Xie Jingshan, who stood in the distance, reaching out his hand.
It turned into a tiny red mole.
Ling Guanghan appeared in a flash, grabbing Xie Jingshan's hand.
"You have a single-fire spiritual root. How could you possess the Sword Intent of Swift Wind? No, you're only at the third level of Qi cultivation; you couldn't possibly have Sword Intent."
In that situation just now, even Ling Guanghan couldn't react in time. If it weren't for the Swift Wind Sword Intent's incredible speed, that insignificant subordinate would have died without a doubt.
Xie Jingshan looked dazed for a moment but then adopted a serious expression.
"To be honest, I am the reincarnation of an ancient sword immortal!"
Ling Guanghan and Xie Jingshan locked eyes for a moment before Ling Guanghan smacked him on the back of the head.
"Nonsense!"
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With a clear ring, a silver frosty sword aura descended from the heavens.
Bone-chilling and filled with killing intent!
With a single strike, the skeletal general and the entire peak were split in half.
The fragmented sword aura spread out, chasing and slaughtering tormented souls and malevolent spirits.
In just one strike, nothing was left in its wake.
Jiang Yuebai, who was finding it difficult to breathe, swallowed hard. She had rarely seen someone like the white-robed swordsman. Everyone she saw here had extraordinary abilities, and each one was astonishing in their own right.
"Lin Guanghan, you've gone too far! Finally, we had a chance for the younger generation to witness the majesty of my True Lord Canghuo, and you actually cut down that evil spirit with one sword. Are you looking down on me?"
"When did I ever respect you?"
"Lin Guanghan, you're asking for a beating!"
The cultivator in the crimson robe approached on a wave of fire, while the white-robed swordsman exuded a chilling aura. Ice and fire clashed, competing for dominance.
"You two, that's enough!"
A clear voice echoed, and Jiang Yuebai saw the Immortal in White descending from the sky, dressed in a simple and elegant white robe, with a heavy aura.
The True Lord Canghuo immediately extinguished his flames, and the white-clad swordsman restrained his cold aura.
Jiang Yuebai also noticed several streams of escaping light that had initially approached but suddenly changed direction, moving away from the area.
The Immortal in White swept his gaze across the valley. Jiang Yuebai's spirits trembled, and she was about to put on a composed expression, but the Immortal's gaze didn't linger on her. Instead, it went straight past her, landing on Lu Nanzhi. Seeing that she was unharmed, he nodded slightly.
"Evil spirits are easy to eliminate, but lingering grievances are hard to quell. They need to be suppressed and dissipated. Both of you, help me set up the formation."
As soon as he spoke, the three of them dispersed to different locations and began setting up the formation.
Seeing that the crisis had passed, Lu Nanzhi collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.
Jiang Yuebai also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly checked her body for any abnormalities. Ever since she had been trapped in the nightmare, she had felt that something was amiss.
Her consciousness sank into her mental sea, and Jiang Yuebai's expression turned pale.
That palace lantern, crafted by Lin Jingyue herself, was inside her mental sea!
The lamp wick emitted a silvery light, the same one that had guided her out of the nightmare that night.
Jiang Yuebai's thoughts trembled, and the brilliance of the palace lantern intensified.
At this very moment, a sudden change occurred.
Rolling black mist oozed from underground and instantly transformed into the shadowy figures of skeletal ghost generals. They converged with full force towards Jiang Yuebai and Lu Nanzhi, launching an attack.
In mid-air, the Immortal in White waved his wide sleeves, causing the ghost generals to dissipate. A golden light formation soared into the sky, but it only protected Lu Nanzhi.
"Xiao Bai!"
Lu Nanzhi was terrified but blocked by the formation, unable to approach Jiang Yuebai, who was dozens of yards away.
In the instant that the black misty spear struck, Jiang Yuebai thought she was done for. Driven by a strong will to survive, the palace lantern flew out of her mental sea and forcefully resisted the spear.
The green light clashed with the black mist, and Jiang Yuebai's mind was filled with the sound of Ye Shiming. Memories and images flashed rapidly.
From his birth as a crying baby to his youth wielding a spear on horseback.
From their first encounter in the tent to their deaths on the battlefield.
Jiang Yuebai's head throbbed, her soul shaken, feeling as if her body was being invaded.
The cultivation panel flashed with a prompt, as if she had comprehended something, but she had no intention of checking it.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and also ended in an instant.
Ye Shiming's obsession couldn't withstand the resentment of a hundred thousand soldiers. The lantern shattered, and the black misty spear descended.
"Jiang Yuebai!"
Xie Jingshan's voice rang in her ears. His clear breeze was like a sword, and he severed the long spear.
Ding!
The long spear shattered just as it was about to reach Jiang Yuebai's forehead.
Jiang Yuebai held her breath, wide-eyed. The palace lantern turned into a stream of light and returned to her mental sea. Clear breeze swirled around her, forming a sword-like figure.
Finally, it returned to the palm of Xie Jingshan, who stood in the distance, reaching out his hand.
It turned into a tiny red mole.
Ling Guanghan appeared in a flash, grabbing Xie Jingshan's hand.
"You have a single-fire spiritual root. How could you possess the Sword Intent of Swift Wind? No, you're only at the third level of Qi cultivation; you couldn't possibly have Sword Intent."
In that situation just now, even Ling Guanghan couldn't react in time. If it weren't for the Swift Wind Sword Intent's incredible speed, that insignificant subordinate would have died without a doubt.
Xie Jingshan looked dazed for a moment but then adopted a serious expression.
"To be honest, I am the reincarnation of an ancient sword immortal!"
Ling Guanghan and Xie Jingshan locked eyes for a moment before Ling Guanghan smacked him on the back of the head.
"Nonsense!"
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