Chapter 1410
Fear
Chapter 1410 Fear
The palaces in the city collapsed, and the entire area was filled with radiance. The two colors were in opposition, like two vast oceans colliding fiercely. The gale stirred up by the friction of supernatural powers echoed within the formation, making it difficult for people to stand.
"Qiu Shenshi! Are you trying to rebel?!"
In the light from the other side, a man dressed in billowing gray robes fluttered in the wind, his face full of malice, clutching a gray jewel in his hand.
The middle-aged man on the other end wore a bitter smile, but didn't back down a step. His hand, already clenched on the magical artifact, clenched tightly as he said:
"We implore the General to obey Emperor Shun's order and return to the capital to rescue the Emperor!"
Qingji narrowed his eyes, chuckled coldly, and said:
"How dare you ride on my head! The emperor was merely defeated and retreated to the mountains. What orders could possibly bypass me and reach you people? I am the General of the Eastern Expedition. How dare you disobey my orders!"
Seeing that he wouldn't listen to reason, and the situation growing increasingly tense, Qiu Shenshi's face, which had always been obsequious to him, finally turned cold, and he said indifferently:
“General Qing! We cannot know the true nature of our sovereign… But if he is eliminated by the King of Wei… then the Shu dynasty will be destroyed, and there will be no general to speak of then. Why should we gather here?”
He paused slightly, looking at Qing Jifang's increasingly grim face, and said:
“If the emperor possesses profound arts beyond the comprehension of us lowly cultivators, and the rise and fall of the Shu dynasty is merely temporary, then the Grand General still holds a mysterious position. Therefore, he should naturally return to the capital to rescue the emperor and quell the rebellion.”
The old man had stopped pretending and said calmly:
"Isn't that right, General?"
Qingji Fang opened his mouth.
He had always enjoyed smooth sailing in Shu and was used to having his word carry weight. Over the years, whatever he said had been law. Now that this had happened, the general was completely flustered and speechless for a moment.
Seeing the momentary hesitation on his face, Qiu Shenshi's eyes turned completely cold.
The Changhuai Mountain sect has suppressed the Shu region for many years, wielding immense power. These aristocratic families have long been accustomed to their fate and have little desire to resist. Even at this moment, the Zifu families remain hesitant.
If Qingji Fang could remain calm and decisively step forward, continuing to suppress the crowd with his usual ruthlessness and cruelty, there might still be a chance to avert the crisis. However, his ugly expression was reflected in the eyes of the Purple Mansion cultivators. Even a moment of hesitation made these former elites of the Nine Surnames and Four Schools, Purple Mansion cultivators who had traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, see things clearly.
'This guy doesn't know the inside story, so Chang Huaishan ignored him.'
Immediately following, the sound of the Heavenly Immortal's loud laughter echoed through the sky:
'Qingji Fang! It's time for you to take a closer look!'
The sound came rolling in, like a resounding slap across Qingji's face. An indescribable rage rose in his eyes, but the master before him stepped forward, blocking his view, and said calmly:
"General Qing...it's time to go."
Qingji Fang took a deep breath, his lips moved slightly, and he said:
"With Tian Que outside, there are likely ambushes behind him as well. How can he possibly escape!"
Qiu Shenshi sneered:
"What is there to fear in saving the Emperor! If the General is afraid, we will go first!"
Qiu Shenshi was not afraid at all. Tian Que was looking for trouble with Qingji Fang, while they were innocent and harmless. If Jin Yi really had a plan, they could escape by abandoning this general!
Qing Jifang suddenly looked up and was met with cold gazes from both sides. He realized that if he did not move now, he would have to guard this pass alone.
He had no choice but to stand up, silently using his supernatural powers to leave. A crowd of people escorted him away from the great formation and into the dark wilderness.
The void had shattered, and the streams of true qi that fell down were like knives cutting through the earth, or like thousands of white swords stuck diagonally in the ground, making everything before our eyes extremely magnificent. Standing in the darkness was a person—a young man.
All the powerful beings stopped abruptly and looked over. Qing Jifang, already agitated, stepped forward and glanced at the figure. He saw it was a cultivator in the early stage of the Purple Mansion realm and said coldly:
"What kind of trash dares to block my way!"
But then the young man laughed, holding his sword, and took a few steps forward, saying:
"The general doesn't recognize me. My surname is Xu."
His face was illuminated by the light of true qi, and the young man said:
"I once saw the Great General at Xunyang Pond. It was Master Shangguan, one of the General's subordinates, who stopped me... Do you remember?"
Qingji looked at him coldly and said:
"Are you a disciple of Duoling?"
The boy chuckled and shook his head.
"General, you need not concern yourself with whose disciple I am. I have been diligently cultivating my supernatural powers, originally intending to seek revenge on you. Now that you have lost power, it would seem like I am kicking you when you're down... How about this?"
He said:
"If you, General, take my sword, I will let you go!"
Qingji's anger had just risen in his eyes when it was quickly suppressed by the figure that appeared and disappeared in the clouds. The supernatural powers on both sides remained silent—the power of the Tomb-Snatching Sword Immortal was obvious to all. This sword immortal had already become a Great True Person and was stationed in Qize. He didn't even give Changhuai any face, let alone them.
Qingji Fang looked back at the flames on the horizon and said:
"Insanity!"
The boy assumed he had accepted it, and assumed a fighting stance, extending one hand forward and placing it flat, using two fingers to support the unsheathed sword, and gently pushing it forward.
The sword, still in its scabbard, leaped into the air and landed lightly on the person before him. Qing Jifang had had enough of him. If it weren't for the Tomb-Snatching Sword Immortal in the clouds, he would have slapped the man in front of him long ago. In a fit of rage, his supernatural powers suddenly manifested, and countless golden threads descended from the sky, their magnificent light draping over his body. Qing Jifang swatted at the sword as if it were a fly, sending the completely uncolored sword flying!
The sword tumbled in the air and landed back on the young man. The young man, surnamed Xu, seemed somewhat surprised, as if disappointed that the object of his hatred was such a man-made pawn, and lamented that his life's work of swordsmanship was so easily dismissed. He sighed:
"General! You've been foolish your whole life!"
So this person, along with the aura within the clouds, vanished swiftly like a scattering ray of light. Qingji, unharmed, only found it absurd, shook his head, and said:
"Pooh!"
He ignored all of this, and his supernatural powers were too impatient to wait any longer. He didn't care about studying it too much, abandoned the pass, and continued forward fearfully, passing through beams of light.
Surprisingly, the group encountered no obstacles.
They crossed Yiling, traversed mountains, and traveled upstream along the river. There wasn't a single person left to be seen at the passes. The surrounding cultivators were scattered in disarray. Seeing the supernatural beings approaching from the east, they mistook them for Wei people and immediately knelt down, calling out:
"The royal army has arrived!"
The general, enraged and humiliated, tried to eliminate him, but was thwarted by the supernatural beings on either side. Qiu Shenshi sneered three times and said:
"Things are different now. King Wei loves his people, General, you must not be presumptuous!"
Qingji, usually so violent, suddenly fell silent. Whether he was blinded by rage or had completely lost his reason, it was unclear. He traveled over a hundred miles before finally asking:
"The cultivators wanted me to defect to Wei, but I failed!"
Qiu Shenshi then said:
"I dare not even dream of such a thing!"
Upon hearing this, Qingji was utterly astonished and filled with dread.
'These vile women must have gone to join Bai Qilin! The Li family has often hindered me; now that they've gained power, they'll surely take advantage of the chaos to harm me. How can I let them go so easily!'
So they rode another hundred miles, and Qingji no longer dared to go west. Without saying a word, he left the cultivators behind and headed south. This general was indeed powerful. Although Qiu Shenshi and the others had the advantage in numbers, they did not know what kind of trump card he had, and none of them were willing to risk their lives, so they did not go forward.
The immortal then burned a talisman to communicate with the grotto, but received no response, yet he remained undeterred.
'We need to go back up the mountain...we need to go back up the mountain, but Chengdu is also at the foot of the mountain, and the Qilin dwells below, so we can't go back from the front...'
Unconsciously, he seemed to regard the King of Wei, who was entrenched in the capital, as a monstrous flood. He traveled south and circled around the majestic mountain in the distance. Only then did he feel at ease and move forward with the wind.
The mountain is steep on the north and gentle on the south, offering a panoramic view of Chengdu to the north. Heading up from the south, one feels completely at ease. He hurriedly stepped onto the stone steps he had walked thousands of times before and continued upwards.
What came into view was a dense jungle, the once crisp stone slabs were now covered with the marks of time, and huge branches and vines were everywhere. Qingjifang's heart felt like it was about to burst with panic, and he just kept his head down and moved forward until he saw the ancient mountain gate that had collapsed in the ruins.
The green rocks were exposed, and the once gleaming plaque with the two characters "Chang Huai" had been removed by someone, leaving no trace of the text. The general seemed to have been drained of his energy, and he walked aimlessly step by step into the mountains.
The once magnificent palaces are now just ruins, the gilding peeling off and the vermilion paint mottled. When he came out of the cave, everything on Changhuai Mountain was bright and beautiful, as if everything had changed overnight. The broken eaves crashed to the ground, and all around were the soft sounds of foxes and rabbits scurrying about.
The entire Changhuai Taoist tradition has disappeared.
The immense power that had allowed him to look down on everyone from the day he was born, and that could smooth over any storm in an instant no matter how unruly or arrogant he was, seemed to have vanished from the mountains like a dream.
The general, as if a cat had its tail stepped on, leaped to his feet. He removed his jade crown and slammed it heavily onto the ground. The weight on his body seemed to tighten around his throat, causing a suffocating sensation. He agitatedly flung off his general's robes, his hair disheveled, and wearing only a single garment, he roared at the heavens:
"Qing Tang Yin!"
You've discarded me like a worn-out shoe!
He roared a few times, causing the entire mountain range to shake. The already shattered buildings collapsed completely. Qing Jifang felt something pounding in his heart, growing increasingly anxious. But after a while, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lungs, coughed twice, and opened his palm to look:
A glimmer of golden blood.
The blood, like gold dust, surged across his tongue, stinging his lips and teeth. It splattered onto his palm, making it ache. Qingji thought to himself:
'They've probably been ambushed by that person!'
Looking back now, he realized that there was probably something wrong with that sword strike, but he didn't have time to investigate it in detail. He hurriedly headed south, traveled another hundred miles, and then landed to rest. He looked up at the sky and earth, not knowing where to go.
He circled around and rode the wind back, standing there dumbfounded as he went down the stone slabs to the broken mountain gate. Staring at the shattered stone pillars, the great general, whose face had always been filled with gloom and resentment, suddenly felt as if his spine had been removed.
He seemed to awaken with the shattering of this illusion, his eyes clearing like two bright stars in the night. His thoughts became clear, and his eyes regained their sparkle. He slowly sat down and belatedly said:
"Alas... I have died like a homeless dog!"
He saw countless shadows moving before his eyes, and heard someone say:
"Lord Qing!"
He began to look around—but a middle-aged man appeared before him.
The man was tall and thin, with a bow on his back, looking like a hunter. His sleeves were tied with dark gray cloth strips, and an ivory dagger was tied at his waist. He was leaning against a tree, playing with a small talisman in his hand.
Upon seeing him, the middle-aged man seemed very pleased. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and said:
"Lord Qing, it's been a long time!"
Qingji looked at him and murmured:
"And who are you, sir?"
Middle-aged people say:
"Important people often have bad memories. If Lord Qing can't even remember Fellow Daoist Xu, then naturally he won't remember me either!"
After the man finished speaking, he raised his hand, picked up the general's robe on the ground, and with a flick of his wrist, a golden talisman was drawn out with his pinky finger and secretly stuck to the inside of the robe. Instantly, black mist filled the sky!
As his robes billowed, the middle-aged man produced a long halberd from nothing in his hand.
This halberd has an imposing design, with its large branches resembling a crescent moon. Even though it is entirely black and gold, it still emits a golden glow in the dark night.
"Are you afraid of this?"
The middle-aged man braced the long halberd against the back of his elbow, managing to hold it up with some effort, and chuckled:
"Aren't you taking this a bit too seriously?"
Qing Jifang's lips were visibly pale. He slowly took a step back, looking at the person in front of him in disbelief, and said:
"Are you... a sorcerer or a god?"
The other person did not answer him; the bow behind him vanished like the wind, and his clothes began to change. He laughed:
“You’re afraid of this…that’s great…after all, if it were someone else of this caliber, I wouldn’t dare to mess with or offend them.”
The man strode forward, and with each step, it seemed as if purple flames exploded. His boots took on a metallic black luster, striking the ground with a crisp sound. His voice gradually became hoarse and deep, possessing a peculiar magnetism.
"Since you are concerned with the stability of the state, I shouldn't be showing off my limited skills in front of you... But your life-saving supernatural power 'Divine Use of Life' has already been broken by that sword intent, and 'Training for Enlightenment' can no longer restrain my wondrous sorcery..."
His deep gray eyes gazed into the distance, as if meeting the raging demonic flames of Chengdu. He nodded slightly and said calmly:
"What a coincidence... Once 'The World Under Heaven' is achieved, even if he agrees, I will use this opportunity to ascend the altar and perform rituals, venturing into bloodshed and the Dao..."
Qing Jifang's pupils dilated to their limit. He turned his head away, forcing himself not to look at the other person, and rationally calmed his mind. However, the powerful pressure, like scorching flames, continued to rise in the mountains.
"Then... Lord Qing."
The halberd flipped over.
Qingji raised his head, and two eerie, ghostly golden points finally lit up in the thick darkness of the night.
"Welcome—your fear!"
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