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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 2: [Jiuli Insect Valley]
Chapter 34 (61): [Cihang's Enlightenment]
(34th of Volume 2)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Before Li Weiyi's palm even reached him, the imprint force condensed in front of it had already compressed the air, causing it to sink inward.
"Boom!"
Lu Shen's perception and combat experience were unparalleled. Even in the darkness, his swift tiger claw strike collided precisely with Li Weiyi's palm.
That terrifying force surged forward once more.
Lu Shen felt as if his tiger claw and arm no longer belonged to him, losing all sensation.
The next moment, a heavy palm strike slammed into his chest.
"Pfft!"
Lu Shen's three-meter-tall tiger-like body was sent flying backward.
Before he could regain his balance, Li Weiyi, stepping on a silver mist of spiritual power, pursued him. With a finger like a sword, he pierced through Lu Shen's forehead, shattering his skull.
This was the Cihang Enlightenment (Merciful Ferry Enlightenment), a finger technique from the Twelve Dispersed Hands of the Chan Sect.
Just as he executed this technique, Li Weiyi faintly sensed a surge of spiritual power in his right index and middle fingers, as if they were about to intertwine and condense into a strand of qi that would shoot out from his body.
However, due to insufficient power, the finger force failed to fully materialize.
He speculated that once he reached the Seven Springs Opening or the Eight Springs Opening, when his spiritual power became even more abundant, this technique might undergo some miraculous transformation.
The Veins extending from his Tanzhong Sixth Spring had increased to six.
Li Weiyi listened to the wind, turned, and struck out with both palms, aiming at the two Seven Springs Martial-Mystic Cultivators who were swinging their swords through the air.
Behind him, a loud "boom" echoed as Lu Shen crashed to the ground three meters away, blood and brain matter gushing from his forehead.
He would never stand again.
"Bang! Bang!"
The battle swords in the hands of the two Seven Springs Martial-Mystic Cultivators shattered under Li Weiyi's palms.
In a flash, he seized one of their heads, and a sharp crack of a broken neck followed.
The corpse was hurled away, crashing into the other Seven Springs Martial-Mystic Cultivator, who was left holding only a broken sword.
That Martial-Mystic Cultivator, catching the corpse of her companion, blood still gushing from her mouth, seemed to be participating in such brutal killing for the first time. She let out a silent scream, then clutched the body and fled towards the shore, her sobs and cries barely audible.
Judging by her voice and figure, she appeared to be a young woman.
These two were most likely disciples from some sect!
Li Weiyi didn't bother to pursue them. He knew something was amiss tonight. The City Defense Camp was holed up, and neither the Changlin Gang nor Yang Yun possessed the power to achieve this.
After breaking through the encirclement, he didn't linger to fight.
Instead, he headed straight for Yang Yun.
He would retrieve the Yellow Dragon Sword and leave immediately.
He could abandon other spiritual artifacts, but not the Yellow Dragon Sword.
Yang Yun saw through Li Weiyi's intentions and smiled. Light as a swallow, he sprinted toward the Silver Horned Elk Carriage parked on the shore.
"If you want the sword, catch me!"
"Hold him off for ten breaths, and I'll give you 100,000 Silver Coins tomorrow at the Yang Clan."
His second sentence was directed at Murong Xiao, who was perched atop the mast.
"What a bargain!"
Murong Xiao unfurled her black feathered wings, drew her three-meter-long bow, and dove toward Li Weiyi, who was pursuing Yang Yun across the fishing boats.
"Hold you off for ten breaths? Do you even have the strength?"
Li Weiyi glanced coldly at the descending shadow. He activated the Clear Void Cicada-Chasing Step, his feet treading on a mist of spiritual power. After drifting three feet to the right, he shot skyward, appearing directly above Murong Xiao.
From her previous high vantage point, Murong Xiao had been too far away to see how Li Weiyi had repeatedly dodged her long arrows.
Now, at close range, she finally understood.
His footwork was too uncanny - visible, yet impossible to evade.
Li Weiyi slammed a palm down at her head.
Murong Xiao twisted her body with all her power, barely managing to meet the blow with her own palm.
"Boom!"
The force of the impact sent Murong Xiao plummeting, her body crashing through the wooden boat. The cabin erupted in a cacophony of clattering pots, pans, and debris.
In the end, Murong Xiao's high ranking in Seven Springs Hall was due to her unique flying advantage and her spiritual artifact giant bow.
Without these two advantages, her combat strength was slightly inferior to Yao ZhengSheng and Lu Shen.
Yang Yun landed on the shore and leaped onto the Silver Horned Elk Carriage. Waving to Li Weiyi, who was still thirty meters away, he smiled.
"Want to reclaim this spiritual artifact war sword? Come with me to Jiu Li City?"
"Crack!"
He cracked his whip.
The Silver Horned Elk, stung by the whip, bolted forward.
These Strange Beasts could directly breathe and absorb the Law of Heaven and Earth, dissolving its energy into their blood to constantly evolve and refine their bodies.
"Think you can just leave so easily?"
Li Weiyi channeled his spiritual power, transforming it into spiritual Qi that left his body.
The three-inch dagger Yang Yun had thrown earlier had cut Li Weiyi's neck, pierced through the eight-meter wooden boat, and lodged in a thick mast.
Now, pulled by the spiritual Qi, it flew back into Li Weiyi's hand.
Instantly, he unleashed the Flying Needle Technique he had learned as a child.
With a whoosh, the three-inch dagger, like a bright spark, sliced through the water and the night.
Twenty meters away, the Silver Horned Elk let out a piercing scream. Its head was pierced through, and the gilded carriage behind it tumbled off the embankment, rolling down the slope.
....
"How is this possible?"
Yang Qingxi stared intently at the shore, utterly stunned. She had never imagined that the unremarkable youth, who looked like a mere servant at first glance, had actually sent three top Hundred Strong Warriors flying.
Even with the aid of spiritual artifacts, such combat prowess was still remarkable.
The crucial question was: how could a Spring Surge Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator, without a Pure Immortal Physique or a distinguished background, possess several spiritual artifacts?
Even Li Ling and Yang Yun, with their noble status, didn't have such treasures.
There were too many inconsistencies, making Yang Qingxi's loss of composure understandable.
Though Li Weiyi's performance was dazzling, who among those present hadn't been equally brilliant in their youth?
After a brief moment of admiration, they returned to the matter at hand.
Great Zen Master Yuzhen chuckled: "Miss Yang, does such a minor incident truly warrant such a display of emotion? The task we're undertaking is earth-shattering, a matter of reshaping the heavens and earth. I seriously doubt your capacity to represent the Sui Sect."
"Losing composure isn't the worst thing. The truly terrifying thing is... incontinence... Ah..."
A brazen, childish voice, utterly out of place, suddenly cut through the air.
Shi Jiuzhai immediately slapped the chubby boy who had been talking nonsense and stuffing his face, slamming his entire face into his plate.
He then offered Yang Qingxi an awkward smile, who glared at him.
How could you say something like that to someone's face?
Yang Qingxi quickly regained her composure, unwilling to lose face in front of this crowd of heretics and villains and be underestimated.
She said, "Tell me, who exactly is the person you brought? How much of what he says is credible?"
Great Zen Master Yuzhen, never one to mince words, chuckled: "Old Li is one of the top ten most powerful figures in the Jiu Li Clan. How dare you, a mere junior, question him?"
Yang Qingxi, Shi Jiuzhai, and even the Long Clan Man exchanged stunned glances, all turning to stare at the mysterious old man shrouded in a wide black robe.
Great Zen Master Yuzhen continued, "If Coffin Mountain can bring Old Li into this, then I ask you all: are we not qualified to conspire on great matters together?"
Being among the top ten in the Jiu Li Clan meant one of two things: they were either one of the nine Clan Chiefs or one of the nine Great Priests.
This was far more significant than anyone had anticipated!
Shi Jiuzhai slammed his fist on the table in admiration, roaring with laughter: "Coffin Mountain truly has grand ambitions! I never imagined they'd infiltrated the Jiu Li Clan's upper echelons."
The mysterious old man in the black robe spoke calmly, his voice level: "I know the Jiu Li Clan has long been rotten to its core, and it won't survive this calamity. Rather than be annihilated by you all, reduced to male slaves and female prostitutes, it's better to adopt a strategy of indirect salvation. After this calamity, at least the Jiu Li Clan won't be completely wiped out. In this way, we can honor our ancestors above and our descendants below."
Shi Jiuzhai didn't know if the Jiu Li Clan elder truly believed this or had been coerced by Coffin Mountain. It no longer mattered. He silently murmured his admiration.
Yang Qingxi and the Long Clan Man shared the same sentiment. They didn't find Elder Li's words laughable, only Coffin Mountain terrifying.
The mysterious old man in the black robe continued, "I'm not entirely sure how much strength the Jiu Li Hidden Sect still possesses. But I believe that if you launch an attack without understanding this matter first, the price you'll pay might be more than you can bear."
"Does Elder Li have a way to locate the Jiu Li Hidden Sect and ascertain their strength?" Yang Qingxi asked.
The mysterious old man in the black robe replied, "Every year, the Nine Great Tribes select one or more youths to send to the Jiu Li Hidden Sect. The time for this year's selection is fast approaching. If you trust me, postpone your attack plan and wait until we've thoroughly investigated the Hidden Sect before striking. Wouldn't that give you a much greater chance of success?"
Yang Qingxi and Shi Jiuzhai remained skeptical of the old man's sincerity, suspecting it might be a delaying tactic by the Jiu Li Clan. Their gazes shifted to Great Zen Master Yuzhen.
Great Zen Master Yuzhen himself was uncertain whether the Jiu Li Clan elder could be trusted and turned to the White-Robed Jushi.
The White-Robed Jushi's appearance had changed slightly since yesterday's noodle meal, but the blood-red prayer beads in her hand remained unchanged. Her gaze remained fixed on the fierce battle unfolding on the shore as she spoke in a calm, unhurried tone: "Old Li, bring out the person you plan to send to the Jiu Li Hidden Sect. Let everyone have a look."
"Li Qing!"
The mysterious old man in the black robe called out in a low voice.
From behind him, a tall, slender youth who appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old stepped forward. Dressed in a black martial arts outfit, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he showed no sign of nervousness in the face of the assembled giants.
The mysterious old man in the black robe declared, "Li Qing has already opened the Nine Springs within him. Sending him to the Jiu Li Hidden Sect gives him a high chance of becoming the Hidden Ones of this generation, making uncovering the Hidden Sect's secrets a certainty."
"Opened the Nine Springs? Really?" Shi Jiuzhai asked, both curious and astonished.
A Martial-Mystic Cultivator who had opened the Nine Springs was considered a supreme being, an extremely rare figure whom even the most powerful cultivators would treat with respect.
At that moment, the battle on the shore took a dramatic turn. The mysterious young man, who had been surrounded and hunted, broke through the encirclement, even shooting down Yang Yun's mount. His ferocity was overwhelming.
The influential figures on the ship were completely captivated by the battlefield, momentarily forgetting their meeting.
Xu Changlin, the Changlin Gang Leader, and Tang Yan, the Vice Gang Leader, arrived at the entrance of the main hall and requested orders: "Young Mistress, the situation has changed. Young Master Yun is in danger. Xu Changlin requests permission to engage!"
"Tang Yan will personally eliminate that young upstart."
Yang Qingxi's face darkened.
What she had intended as an amusing spectacle to showcase the Sui Sect's dominance in Jiu Li City had backfired spectacularly, leaving her humiliated in front of all the gathered factions.
She was about to dispatch the two Five Seas Realm experts to clean up the mess when the White-Robed Jushi's calm voice echoed from outside the door: "In such a fine performance, involving Five Seas Realm experts would completely ruin the fun!"
She saw more clearly than anyone else that the young man who had treated her to noodles hadn't broken through the Eighth or Ninth Spring. He had opened the Sixth Spring, the Tanzhong Spring.
This was beyond her comprehension!
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END OF CHAPTER
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