Chapter 1377
Master and Disciple
Chapter 1377 Master and Disciple
'Decree…'
His words resounded through the sky, causing everyone to look up. Even Guanghou's expression changed slightly as he looked up at the gleaming white scroll in his palm, vaguely sensing a slight threat.
"Such arrogance..."
His expression was grim, not only because of the threat posed by the scroll of imperial edict, but also because of the subtle disdain revealed in the words of the old man and the young man.
'That old codger Xiu Jimu dares to utter such harsh words in front of me, Chunyi!'
He knew perfectly well where the other party's contempt came from. If it hadn't been him, but his master, or if he hadn't cultivated the Fushui style of Guanghou, but the Taiyin style... how could Shan Yin in front of him dare to treat him like this!
The other party's message was simply this: "Ji Mu" is indeed weak now, but how powerful is "Fu Shui"? Shan Yin is at least a Great True Person, and he is even less afraid of Guang Hou, who cultivates "Fu Shui," taking out some thunder and fire to deal with him.
These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and a torrent of dark light surged forth, like an endless abyss, dragging him into it. Guanghou pushed Chehong away with a backhand and sneered:
"it is good!"
He gently rotated his wrist, and a phantom-like light leaped out of his palm, pulsating incessantly. It transformed from illusory to real, revealing itself to be a radiant, leaping pearl.
At this moment, supernatural power was injected, and suddenly an infinite halo of sunlight shone brightly.
"sun"!
Pure Dao naturally has neither thunder nor fire, but after all, the ancestral foundation is still there, so what is being taken out now is naturally a treasure of the Sun Dao!
This is certainly more terrifying than thunder and fire. Dan Yin let out a soft "Eh," his eyes showing a hint of seriousness. Without hesitation, he took out a green light treasure leaf and held it in front of him beforehand. Then, he activated his divine power and laughed:
"You don't even have time to repair the 'Sun,' so you come here to show off some treasure to me?"
Sure enough, the pearl was dazzling, but it couldn't unleash its full power in his hands. It only forced the Great Master in front of him back time and time again. After only twenty exchanges, Guanghou's expression became uneasy.
He suddenly turned his head, and Shen Sou beneath his feet had already surpassed Na Luo Zhenren, holding the scroll of true qi in his hand as he ascended onto the great formation!
Each lineage of the Dao has its own strengths. The "Jimu" lineage is quite weak and finds it difficult to attack and defeat enemies. However, it is among the best lineages when it comes to prolonging and entanglement. Even if Shan Yin is unable to defeat other Great Masters, it is by no means easy for any Great Master who is weak in killing to surpass him, let alone Guanghou!
'These two from the Sun family were clearly prepared! They had anticipated today's scenario!'
Shen Sou held the True Qi Scroll in his hand. Na Luo Zhenren was already in mortal danger and was filled with fear. He was barely able to stand in front of him, let alone risk his life to test the True Qi. He retreated step by step, and the great formation was in danger of collapsing!
"Fellow Daoist! You still dare to be distracted?"
In that brief moment of distraction, a booming voice exploded in his ears. Unable to provide any support, Guanghou could only turn around and block the Great Master in front of him.
……
"His supernatural powers blotted out the sky..."
The earth shook and the mountains trembled. Few people were visible within the great formation, and the high platform was empty. Only the light of the Lesser Sun accompanied the faint flames flowing across the sky, as if veiling the terrifying threat from the outside world with a light red veil.
Before the great battle, the Li family had made preparations to resist with all their might and to deal with the loss of the desert. At this moment, apart from three or five cultivators who were in seclusion and unable to move, the rest of the people in the formation were Foundation Establishment cultivators who were used to control the formation points and assist in guarding the formation.
Beneath the hazy glow of light and fire, a figure rapidly approached, riding a golden-white light, his face filled with terror. He darted between the towering buildings, then stopped after a while, unable to contain himself, and cried out:
"Uncle!"
Li Suikuan walked on the wind, his heart filled with great worry.
Li Suining and Li Quewan were in their cave dwelling, carefully considering how to deal with the enemy from Western Shu. They should have made most of the arrangements, but just before the battle, they received news that they had met Li Jiangchun in the desert formation.
After all, with Li Jiangchun's current cultivation level, apart from those with supernatural powers, no one on the lake dares to claim to be superior to him. Moreover, he cultivates the Lesser Yin Dao, so it is perfectly normal that no one can detect him. Upon hearing this news, Li Suining and Li Suihuan were extremely nervous and immediately sent someone with a jade talisman to investigate.
'The vast desert at this moment... could be lost at any moment!'
Li Suikuan knew that he was an outstanding cultivator and a dignified sword immortal. If the entire formation was broken and only one Foundation Establishment cultivator could survive, he would definitely be the one to fight his way out. However, the opponent was from the Purple Mansion realm. As long as he saw this scene, he would surely kill the sword immortal on the lake in his infancy!
He was preoccupied with many thoughts at the moment. He hurriedly arrived at the platform and saw Ding Weizeng sitting cross-legged in the middle of the platform.
This general wasn't particularly wise, but he made up for it with diligence. Since receiving the secret method passed down by the immortal, he had gradually disappeared from the lake. Now, he seemed to have achieved results, appearing even more imposing, his eyes shining brightly.
Upon seeing him, Li Suikuan quickly recounted everything he had to say. Ding Weizeng, upon hearing this, suddenly raised his eyebrows, moved his hand, and then said:
"Let me take a look."
He was the garrison commander of this place, and possessed considerable power. With a flick of his wrist, he produced a bronze mirror. Upon closer inspection, his voice grew louder:
“There’s someone in the main hall. By now all the direct descendants have left, so it’s most likely him… I need to guard the entrance and not move easily. Go up from here and take a look. If it’s not him, come down and report back to me immediately!”
Li Suikuan was overjoyed. He hurriedly took off and looked up at the sky, estimating that there was still time. He ran all the way to the main hall and saw that the hall door was closed. He didn't care about anything else, took out the token, and pushed the door open and entered!
"crunch..."
The palace doors opened wide, and a rich spiritual energy burst forth. He looked up and saw that the high hall was actually an openwork platform. From above, one could see the dark clouds outside the town that blotted out the sun. In this rolling darkness, there was a table on the platform. Although the person in front of him had his back to him, the long sword on his back was clearly visible to him!
"Uncle! I've finally found you!"
Li Suikuan was covered in cold sweat, feeling both relieved and uneasy. He leaped up using his true energy, only to suddenly realize that his uncle was kneeling.
A gentle breeze blew across the platform, and two people stood beside the table. As if hearing the noise, the man in black in the center turned his head, his golden eyes quietly gazing at him.
The man laughed:
"Therefore, leniency was granted..."
Li Suikuan was startled and stood frozen for a moment before kneeling down with a thud under Li Jiangchun's smiling gaze. His lips twitched, and his first reaction was to laugh, but the next moment his eyes welled up with tears.
"King Wei!"
The atmosphere on the lake has been extremely oppressive these past few days. Li Xuanxuan's death was already a violent shock, and everyone on the lake was in a state of panic. The overwhelming power of the Western Shu forces, with pressure from top to bottom, has made even these direct descendants extremely fearful...
Now, Li Zhouwei's figure appeared before him as if in a dream, instantly dispelling all his pent-up emotions and transforming them into the grievance of seeing an elder. He lowered his head excitedly and said:
"This junior has been rude...and has offended Your Majesty!"
Li Zhouwei shook his head slightly, turned his head, and looked with great interest at the blackness that filled the sky. The sunlight and the intertwined light of the trees occasionally shone on his face. This King of Wei seemed to be enjoying the great battle in the sky.
Then I heard someone next to me laugh:
"The nobility truly produces many talented individuals!"
Li Suikuan secretly raised his eyebrows, vaguely seeing that the person in front of him had a long, beardless face and narrow eyes. Although he looked somewhat mature, he still had a rather dashing appearance. He didn't know who this person was, but he didn't care anymore. He couldn't help but feel like crying.
'They always choose to harm us when the king is away! Now look what's happened…'
The tension was finally released, and even the dark clouds in the sky seemed quite beautiful, like a grand fireworks display, attracting people to watch.
"Boom!"
The bright light of true qi exploded above the great formation, a violent shattering sound resounded, fire and light shot into the sky, the earth shook, and the great formation emitted a humming sound of unbearable strain. This finally startled Li Suikuan awake. He moved forward slightly and said cautiously:
"King Wei..."
The great formation is about to break!
The Great Master Mingyang above shook his head. Though his expression was calm, it revealed a chilling sense of danger. Li Jiangchun had already risen and served the tea. Only then did the Prince of Wei accept it and quietly say:
"Let him break it."
These three words struck Li Suikuan's heart like a resounding bell. He lowered his head instantly, his heart pounding with a mixture of surprise and joy. He remained silent and slowly retreated, facing forward, until he reached the front of the main hall.
"Boom!"
The outside world looked like the end of the world. A violent gray-green swirled above the array, pouring in through the cracks created by the attack, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, turning this last piece of pure land pitch black.
Li Zhouwei ignored it, turned his head and smiled:
"Sanyi, what do you think of this child...?"
Qiao Wenliu shook his head and sighed without the slightest hesitation:
"With sword intent within him, astonishing cultivation, an ancient and profound foundation for immortality, and true essence as stable as Mount Tai, this is the seed of enlightenment!"
While Li Jiangchun was indeed outstanding, Qiao Wenliu's words came out casually. After he finished speaking, he vaguely sensed something, paused for a moment, and looked at Li Zhouwei in disbelief.
Sure enough, the King of Wei nodded slightly.
“There are very few Shaoyin cultivators in the world, and you are the best among them. Your cultivation is based on water and fire, and you are unparalleled among all cultivators… This child is the only one in my family who cultivates Shaoyin. He has been cultivating on his own for many years, but I am afraid he cannot give full play to his talents. I hope you can take him under your wing!”
Qiao Wenliu felt as if he had been hit by a giant pie falling from the sky, so much so that even a cultivator like him was dizzy and overjoyed, exclaiming in amazement:
"I, Qiao, have received such an honor!"
Qiao Wenliu accompanied him south and met Yang Ruiyi near Liangchuan. Although he had been waiting outside for a long time and did not know what Yang Ruiyi and Li Zhouwei had talked about in the midst of the heavy aura, the general clearly felt guilty and uneasy when he saw Li Zhouwei off.
Thus, Yang Ruizhao, an important figure, stepped forward again, escorting the two southward with surging exorcised qi. Qiao Wenliu secretly gained a new understanding of the relationship between the Li and Yang families, and vaguely felt that it involved the underworld behind the scenes. He began to have different guesses about the future of this King of Wei.
'Could it be that he is destined to become the Lord of Mingyang?'
Although these were just guesses, the moment they surfaced in his mind, they gradually became a kind of oppressive force that lingered in his heart. When he raised his eyebrows to look at Li Zhouwei, he couldn't help but feel a secret sense of dread:
'This is the future true ruler!'
This made his attitude towards the King of Wei not only one of respect and mutual benefit, but also one of inexplicable fear. How could he not feel extremely honored to hear these words!
What's more... Li Zhouwei handed him over a sword immortal!
Qiao Wenliu has no disciples to this day. On the one hand, he is still attached to worldly affairs and his mind is focused on his beautiful wives and concubines. On the other hand, he is also very arrogant and thinks everyone else is inferior and not worth his condescension to teach.
But Li Jiangchun is more than just a rough gem. In terms of bloodline, he inherited the blood of emperors and immortals. In terms of temperament and talent, he is a dignified sword immortal. In terms of background, he is backed by the now-famous White Qilin who is renowned throughout the north and south!
'It's not a question of whether he's worth my time to teach, but whether I'm even qualified to teach him!'
Qiao Wenliu was a beat slow to react, and for that very reason, he was even more overjoyed than if he had found a magical treasure. His eyes were glued to the treasure, filled with delight.
Li Jiangchun was intelligent and quick-witted. Seeing that the King of Wei had summoned him from the lake into the great formation, and with a mid-stage Purple Mansion True Person beside him, he had already anticipated all of this. He naturally trusted his elders' judgment, and respectfully bowed, saying:
"Jiang Chun... greets Master!"
"Ouch…"
Qiao Wenliu was so amused he could hardly speak. He hurriedly helped him up, forgetting everything else he had said, and just stared at his face, unable to resist patting his shoulder and saying:
"Good boy...good boy!"
Li Zhouwei stood at the head of the group, watching the chaos unfold in the formation, and calmly observed the two men, feeling slightly reassured.
Qiao Wenliu is almost the best choice right now.
'My family's karma is too heavy, and Jiang Chun is different from Que Wan; he is a direct descendant of a male. Although he is a seed of enlightenment, those famous Dao lineages can no longer accept him as a disciple…'
'If I'm gone one day, even Jin Yi would have to check if Que Wan's supernatural powers had reached that level to protect her, let alone Jiang Chun... If I were to force those True Lords, I'm afraid he would end up being abandoned by everyone, which would be even more painful for him...'
Qiao Wenliu, a rogue cultivator with no one to rely on, was able to cultivate to the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm through his own cultivation and fortuitous encounters. He was about to surpass the Purple Mansion realm, and once he achieved that, he would become one of the most outstanding Shaoyin Great True Men in the world!
You should know that the only known master of Shaoyin in the world today is the Han family of Gaoping!
He glanced at them with a smile, watching Li Jiangchun serve tea to Qiao Wenliu, before saying calmly:
"Well... now is not a good time. Let's deal with the troubles at hand first, and then you and your master can have a proper talk."
As if to confirm his words, a violent roar resounded throughout the great formation, and a huge gap was finally torn open in the sky. Two giant hands, as black as ink, each held one side, like giants from beyond the heavens, and fiercely tore apart this last barrier!
"Boom!"
Amidst the deafening roar, golden fire rained down from the sky, and the array patterns on the ground shattered one by one, transforming into soaring golden flames. Finally, the figure in flowing red robes stepped in, looking down upon the earth from above.
"Where is the Li family's treasure trove?!"
This earth-shaking sound made Li Zhouwei raise an eyebrow. He turned his head and looked at Xiping Mountain, which the great formation was relying on, with a slight smile on his face, as if he was waiting for something.
Qiao Wenliu looked up and saw a faint golden light appearing on the dark mountain. It grew rapidly at an alarming speed, illuminating the entire sky!
His insight was extremely high; the look in his eyes changed instantly, and he murmured:
"This is…"
(End of this chapter)