Chapter 1087
Deafening
The Kunlun Sect Master was not to be outdone. He flashed and instantly appeared above the evil god, slashing his longsword downwards: "Kunlun Sword Technique, Slay Demons and Exterminate Evil!" A sharp sword light descended from the sky, merging with the attacks of Yang Ling and Bai Yunzi to form a huge ball of light that hurtled towards the evil god.
"Hmph, mere child's play!" The evil god sneered, waving his hands to unleash a dark whirlwind that met the three's attack. However, this time he clearly underestimated their power. The sphere of light and the dark whirlwind collided in mid-air, instantly erupting with dazzling light and a terrifying shockwave. The entire Netherworld Blood Sea was shaken and churned by this power.
"Ah!" The evil god screamed in agony, his figure swaying precariously in the shockwave. His dark whirlwind collapsed instantly under the impact of this force, while the three's attack continued its relentless advance.
"No!" the evil god cried out in terror, trying to escape the destructive force. But it was too late. The sphere of light slammed into him, engulfing his entire body.
With a deafening roar, the entire Netherworld Blood Sea seemed to tremble. When the light faded, the evil god's figure had vanished, leaving only a wisp of black smoke drifting in the air.
"Success!" Yang Ling exclaimed, panting, his eyes gleaming with victory.
Bai Yunzi stroked his beard, a profound smile on his face: "This battle was truly thrilling."
The Kunlun Sect Master also relaxed and sighed, "Indeed, if the three of us had not worked together, we probably would not have been able to win today."
Yang Ling nodded: "Yes, the evil god's power is indeed strong, but he overlooked the power of unity. Although the three of us fought individually, we thought in the same direction and worked together, which was the key to our ultimate victory."
Bai Yunzi agreed, "Yang Ling is right. Although we cultivators pursue personal cultivation improvement, when facing powerful enemies, unity and cooperation are our winning formula."
The Kunlun Sect Master added, "After this battle, we should cherish our cooperation and trust even more. Only in this way can we jointly withstand more challenges in the future."
The three men looked at each other and smiled, the air filled with the joy and relief of victory.
Suddenly, Yang Ling seemed to realize something, and his expression became serious: "Although the evil god has been defeated, his remnants are still around. We must remain vigilant at all times to prevent them from making a comeback."
Upon hearing this, Bai Yunzi and the Kunlun Sect Master both nodded in agreement.
“By the way,” Bai Yunzi suddenly said, “your swordsmanship and lightning techniques have both improved greatly in this battle. It seems that actual combat is indeed the best way to improve cultivation.”
Upon hearing this, Yang Ling couldn't help but smile. He gently stroked the longsword beside him, his eyes filled with deep affection and dependence on the sword: "You're right. Every time I'm with my sword, I can feel its spirit and power. After this battle, the tacit understanding between me and my sword has deepened even further."
The Kunlun Sect Master stroked his beard and praised with a smile: "Yang Ling, your swordsmanship has reached its peak. Given time, you will surely become a Sword Saint."
"You flatter me, Master." Yang Ling quickly waved his hand modestly. "The path of the sword is long and endless. I still need to keep practicing."
Bai Yunzi looked up and pointed to the sky: "Look, it's getting dark. Let's leave this Netherworld Blood Sea and find a safe place to rest."
The three nodded in agreement, then transformed into three beams of light and flew away from the Netherworld Blood Sea.
Before long, they arrived at a picturesque valley. The valley was rich in spiritual energy and lush with flowers and trees, clearly an ideal place for cultivation.
“This place is nice. Let’s rest here for a few days and then discuss our next steps,” suggested the Kunlun Sect Master.
“Alright,” Bai Yunzi nodded in agreement. “I also want to take this opportunity to reflect on my combat experience today.” Yang Ling found a flat rock to sit on and closed his eyes to rest. He immersed his mind in the sword intent, experiencing the sharpness and agility of the sword.
Just then, a gentle flute melody suddenly rang out, its tune melodious and graceful, seemingly possessing an indescribable magic that calmed the mind.
Yang Ling opened his eyes and saw a young girl in a light blue dress sitting on a rock not far away, leisurely playing the flute. She had delicate features and bright eyes, like a fairy who did not belong to this world.
"Who is this young lady?" Yang Ling asked curiously.
Bai Yunzi smiled slightly: "If I'm not mistaken, this young lady should be the mountain goddess of this place. The flute she's playing is made of thousand-year-old spiritual bamboo, and it has the effect of calming the mind."
The Kunlun Sect Master nodded and said, "That's right. Mountain gods are the spiritual embodiment of the earth. They protect the mountains and rivers and are closely related to nature. It is our destiny to meet the mountain gods here."
As they spoke, the girl in the green robe stopped playing her flute, walked over slowly, and bowed respectfully to the three of them: "Greetings, seniors. I am the mountain goddess of this place, named Qingzhu. I was unaware of your presence and apologize for not welcoming you properly."
Yang Ling and the others quickly returned the greeting: "You're too kind, young lady. We were just passing through and saw that this place is beautiful, so we thought we'd like to rest here for a few days. We hope you'll forgive us if we've disturbed you."
Qingzhu smiled and said, "Seniors, you are too kind. Although this place is quiet and secluded, few people come here. It is an honor for me that you are willing to rest here."
As she spoke, she turned and pointed to a small wooden house not far away: "That is my humble abode. Although it is simple, it can still provide shelter from the wind and rain. If you seniors do not mind, you may stay for a few days."
"That's wonderful, thank you so much, young lady." Bai Yunzi bowed and thanked her. "The three of us were just worried about having nowhere to stay."
Qingzhu smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the small wooden house. Yang Ling and the others quickly followed.
Although the cabin was simple, it had a unique charm. Several landscape paintings and ancient calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls, giving it an elegant and refined feel. Inside, there was also a tea table and a few bamboo chairs, clearly prepared for guests.
"Please have a seat, seniors," Qingzhu greeted warmly. "Although the place is small, we still have tea. Please wait a moment while I go and make some tea."
After saying that, she turned and went into the inner room. A moment later, she came out carrying a pot of hot tea.
The aroma of tea filled the air, refreshing and invigorating. Yang Ling and the others sipped their tea, enjoying the tranquility and peace. They chatted with Qingzhu about interesting anecdotes from the cultivation world, the atmosphere very harmonious.
Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the sky outside. Immediately afterward, a dazzling light descended from the sky and fell straight into the valley.
"That's... a heavenly tribulation?" the Kunlun Sect Master exclaimed in surprise.
Bai Yunzi's expression also turned solemn: "That's right, it's the aura of a heavenly tribulation. It seems someone is undergoing tribulation."
Yang Ling looked at Qingzhu curiously: "Miss, is someone undergoing tribulation here?" (End of this chapter)