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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 3: [Qiu Prefecture Lantern Festival]
Chapter 98 (242): [Snow Sword Tang Court's Defeat]
(98th of Volume 3)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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"Boom!"
Under the cover of night, a silver-white Hundred-Character Scripture war chariot raced down a wide street capable of accommodating ten chariots abreast.
Seven Spirit Beasts, each several meters long, pulled the chariot, while over five hundred Scripture Generals formed an impenetrable defense around it.
Under relentless attacks from Spiritual artifacts and talismanic runes, the scriptures gradually dimmed, until finally, the entire defensive force exploded with a thunderous roar.
The war chariot shattered and overturned violently.
"Thump! Thump!"
The seven heavily wounded Snow Sword Tang Court experts aboard tumbled to the ground, each covered in blood. They quickly rose, activated their Spiritual artifacts, and scanned their surroundings warily.
Tang Wanqiu was the most severely injured, her body riddled with bloody holes. The five-foot-long sword in her hand was chipped and notched, serving as a makeshift cane to support her tottering frame.
Within two days, she had been gravely wounded by Luansheng Linyou, Yin Suwen, the Long Dian, and Qi Jin - four of the most formidable experts present.
The various forms of Spiritual Qi that had penetrated her body were proving incredibly difficult to refine, wreaking havoc within her Meridian Traces.
To have survived such relentless clashes with the Four Great Experts was an unparalleled feat.
Yet, their efforts at the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival had been utterly disastrous.
The Snow Sword Tang Court's Martial-Mystic Cultivators had been routed, their scattered forces fleeing in all directions, leaving no hope of organizing a counterattack.
"Swish! Swish..."
Above, countless demon shadows with feathered wings flew past.
Led by Yin Suwen, the Demon Clan Martial-Mystic Cultivators from Yin Mountain either landed on the ground or hovered in mid-air, blocking the retreat of Tang Wanqiu and her six companions.
The demon cultivators quickly formed a formation, completely sealing off the long street leading to the Inner City gate.
The six people surrounding Tang Wanqiu glared fiercely. One of them roared, "Yin Suwen, do you know what you're doing? Yin Mountain will never be tolerated in the Northern Territory! The iron hooves of the Snow Sword Tang Court will trample you all into dust!"
As a disciple of the Demon King and the fourth-ranked Inheritor-level expert in the Northern Territory First-Class, Yin Suwen paid no heed to the severely wounded Northern Territory experts.
He sneered, "Tuoba Butuo, how can you be so foolish? You still haven't grasped the true nature of the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival. The fact that I dared to strike means the world is about to change - and it will be a monumental shift."
The Snow Sword Tang Court's defeat today was primarily due to the betrayal and ambush by the Demon Clan Martial-Mystic Cultivators from Yin Mountain.
Tang Wanqiu secretly tried to regulate her breathing and gather her Spiritual Qi, but as soon as she activated her cultivation technique, she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
A flurry of wind-breaking sounds filled the air as pursuers from the Far Western Ashlands faction surrounded the entire street. Even the rooftops lining the street were crowded with figures radiating fierce auras.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
Bloodied corpses were strewn across the street, landing around Tang Wanqiu and his six companions.
These were Martial-Mystic Cultivators from the Snow Sword Tang Court who had scattered in their escape but were captured and executed on the spot.
Qi Jin, holding his sword in one hand and with the other behind his back, emerged from the crowd of Martial-Mystic Cultivators with a graceful posture and a charming smile: "Miss Tang, where are you headed?"
Tang Wanqiu's eyes blazed with killing intent. She sneered but remained silent, her gaze fixed on the corpse of Tang Chen, the second Successor of the Snow Sword Tang Court, lying on the ground. Her fingers clenched involuntarily.
On the rooftop, a clear, cheerful laugh rang out: "They're probably trying to escape Qiu Prefecture City."
"Thinking of escaping now is too late!" another voice added.
Yin Suwen asked, "Shall we begin? Once we've dealt with them, we still need to hurry to the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion. The Zuoqiu Clan and the Imperial Court are still tough nuts to crack."
The seven survivors from the Snow Sword Tang Court tightened their defensive circle, standing back-to-back and scanning their enemies. Though their eyes remained resolute, a sense of tragic desperation hung in the air.
"Swish!"
On the city wall not far away, a figure sprinting at lightning speed suddenly stopped.
Li Weiyi retreated, leaping onto the roof of a watchtower on the wall and shouting, "Miss Tang, what's going on? Do you need help?"
This unexpected voice shattered the grim atmosphere of the street below.
Tang Wanqiu had been utterly despondent, having already communicated with several others that even if they had to die, they would fight Yin Suwen, the traitor, to the death.
Li Weiyi's sudden appearance filled her with immense joy.
"Brother Weiyi, how many people did you bring?"
"Just me for now."
Li Weiyi moved with incredible speed, leaving the swarm of insects far behind. He took advantage of this opportunity to wait for them to catch up.
The Martial-Mystic Cultivators of the Far Western Ashlands, who had been on high alert, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The laughter spread like wildfire, filling the air.
Qi Jin had been searching for Li Weiyi for days, assuming he had already escaped the city. Now that he had revealed himself, Qi Jin wouldn't let him leave.
He shot a glance at Yin Suwen.
Yin Suwen stood at the foot of the city gate.
Spiritual Qi erupted from his body like an explosion, and a pair of metallic wings unfurled from his back. He soared into the air.
His hands transformed into eagle claws covered in dense metal scales. With his renowned speed, he charged toward Li Weiyi for close-range combat.
Meanwhile, seven or eight elite Demon Clan experts from Yin Mountain soared into the air, positioning themselves around Li Weiyi to block his escape routes. They unleashed their battle intent, activating various Spiritual Artifacts.
Li Weiyi's body blurred, vanishing from their sight.
"Not good!"
As a Inheritor-level cultivator, Yin Suwen sensed the danger instantly, but it was too late to react. Li Weiyi's palm had already pierced through his protective Spiritual Qi.
Yin Suwen met the attack with his eagle claws, his battle armor erupting with the Hundred-Character Scripture.
"Boom!"
His claws clashed with Li Weiyi's palm strike.
Yin Suwen felt the force behind the blow was like a mountain collapsing, an overwhelming pressure that rooted him to the spot. He plummeted toward the ground.
His feet slammed into the bluestone street, shattering the flagstones beneath him.
Cracks spread like spiderwebs across the surface.
Only then did pain finally shoot through his claws and arms.
Before he could circulate his Spiritual Qi to recover, a howling wind roared overhead.
Looking up, Yin Suwen saw Li Weiyi's towering figure, divine light radiating from his feet. It coalesced into a Spiritual Qi jade cauldron, as if he were about to crush an ant beneath his heel.
Yin Suwen's eyes widened in horror. He frantically channeled Spiritual Qi toward his legs, narrowly dodging the crushing blow.
Simultaneously, he activated his Ancestral Field.
Below his navel, the Ancestral Field glowed with bright light, its spatial ripples spreading outward in concentric circles.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Three Hundred-Character Scripture Artifacts, enveloped in Spiritual Qi, unleashed their terrifying power and soared toward Li Weiyi, who pursued him like a grim reaper.
Li Weiyi's palms shimmered with Spiritual Qi.
He continued his relentless pursuit, unleashing three consecutive palm strikes that sent the Hundred-Character Scripture Artifacts flying.
With a burst of speed, he launched a fourth palm strike.
The palm strike erupted like a volcanic eruption, accompanied by a deafening roar.
The air first boiled, then exploded.
"Boom!"
Yin Suwen had just summoned his battle intent and thrust out his claws when the palm strike sent him flying dozens of meters away.
His protective battle armor shattered, and his body was enveloped in a Blood Mist as he crashed into the crowd of Martial-Mystic Cultivators in the Far Western Ashlands.
Unable to maintain his human form, he reverted to his true demonic beast form: a Snow Mountain Silver-Feathered Eagle.
His claws were bloodied, bones broken.
After struggling several times, he couldn't stand.
In just a few moves, he had been critically wounded.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The seven or eight Yin Mountain Demon Clan elites, riding their Spiritual Artifacts, furiously attacked Li Weiyi to prevent him from pursuing Yin Suwen.
Li Weiyi, employing the Clear Void Cicada Chase technique, darted between the ground and the air several meters above.
Screams echoed continuously as his attacks either pierced through chests, shattered bones, or tore apart wings...
Blood sprayed, and feathers drifted down.
The sound of bodies falling one after another filled the air. More than half of the Yin Mountain Demon Clan elites had already fallen, and the survivors lay critically wounded, sprawled in pools of blood.
Li Weiyi, clad in a Daoist robe, drifted back to the ground like a fallen leaf.
Despite the army surrounding the street, glaring at him with predatory eyes, he stood tall and imperious, his gaze radiating an aura of supreme dominance.
The previous exchange had been lightning-fast, lasting only a few breaths. Yet in that brief span, nearly the entire elite fighting force of Yin Mountain had been crippled, including an Inheritor ranked fourth in the Northern Territory First-Class.
The entire arena fell silent, every spectator trembling in fear.
Tang Wanqiu, the number one Martial-Mystic Cultivator in the Northern Territory, repeatedly scanned Li Weiyi from head to toe, confirming again and again, "Brother Weiyi, have you been a peak expert in the Five Seas Realm all along, pretending to be something else since last year?"
The entire city of Martial-Mystic Cultivators had believed that only Ge Xiantong, Luansheng Linyou, and Zuoqiu Hong were immune to the combined attacks of Five Seas Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators.
Though Li Weiyi's Spiritual Qi purity was only at the Fourth-Tier level, and his physical form wasn't a Dao Body, it was clear his combat prowess still fell short of those three top-tier experts.
Yet in Tang Wanqiu's discerning eyes, Li Weiyi already possessed the same aura of dominance.
Wanyan Xiaose, who controlled a swarm of insects, blinked her beautiful eyes, gazing at Li Weiyi's handsome and peerless figure.
Her heart fluttered with admiration and awe.
She pleaded pitifully, "Brother Weiyi, you promised to save me once. Today, it's time for you to repay that debt!"
"I've always remembered your help that day, Sister Wanyan," Li Weiyi replied.
Li Weiyi turned his gaze to Tang Wanqiu, his brow furrowing: "Miss Tang, how did you get yourself into this state?"
"It's a long story, but to put it simply, we had a traitor within our ranks... Sigh, it's embarrassing to even say it... Cough... Brother Weiyi, could you possibly help us break through this encirclement? I would be eternally grateful."
Tang Wanqiu clasped her hands in a respectful bow.
Li Weiyi scanned the advancing enemies.
"Since I'm here, of course I'll protect you. But the rules... I trust Miss Tang still remembers them?"
Tang Wanqiu forced a bitter smile and nodded resignedly. She instructed everyone to produce their invitation scrolls, gathered them into a stack, and presented them to Li Weiyi with both hands.
"As it turns out," she said, "the true heroes of the world are actually in the south."
The scene outside Diligent Garden back then was eerily similar to the situation tonight.
Li Weiyi, forced into a corner, had been compelled to shout, "All the heroes of the world are now in the north!"
He had only been spared by presenting Cang Li and Yin Jiu's invitation scrolls.
Today, everything he had lost was fully restored.
The Martial-Mystic Cultivators of the Snow Sword Tang Court felt a complex mix of emotions, utterly indescribable.
Truly, this was a different time, a different era.
Tang Wanqiu had no other choice. Wounded so severely, she had no chance of claiming any rewards from the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival. Her only goal now was to lead the remaining survivors out of Qiu Prefecture City as quickly as possible.
Li Weiyi examined the Immortality Pill Tokens, Dragon Seed Tickets, and Dragon Bone Tickets inside, then stowed them all in his Boundary Pouch.
He took them without a qualm. Tang Wanqiu had intervened in the first place only because she saw the Jiu Li Tribe's potential usefulness and had made various demands, clearly intending to take advantage of the situation.
"Li Weiyi, aren't you being a bit too confident? I'm still standing here. Do you really think you can take on a hundred people alone?" Qi Jin smiled thinly, her eyes radiating a chilling malice and killing intent.
Behind her, a dozen Great Spiritual Masters ignited Spirit Light Flames from their brows, activating a box-shaped Ghostfire Artifact that hung in mid-air, unleashing an army of Dead Spirits.
On the other side, dozens of Five Seas Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators activated a book-like Fourth-Grade Hundred-Character Scripture Artifact.
Clearly, Li Weiyi's earlier display of power had forced them to take him seriously. Even with their numerical advantage, they dared not let their guard down.
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END OF CHAPTER
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