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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 4: [Shuangsheng Dao Sect (Twin Rice Sect)]
Chapter 51 (306): [Slaying the Two Wangs]
(51st of Volume 4)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Wang Shu's Body Movement Technique was incredibly swift, like a nimble ape or a soaring bird.
He leaped dozens of meters up the steep cliff face, leaving Li Weiyi unable to keep up.
However, the six Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors could fly and dive in pursuit, their speed matching his.
In particular, Fifth Phoenix, whose innate Dao Technique seemed to be speed itself, moved so fast that only a blur remained.
It was the first to catch up to Wang Shu, spreading it's membranous wings and slashing at his neck.
"You are seeking death!"
Wang Shu spun mid-air and swung his blade.
The Hundred-Character Weapon Battle Blade sent Fifth Phoenix crashing into the stone wall with a low scream, leaving it severely injured.
That brief delay was all the other five Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors needed.
They caught up to Wang Shu and surrounded him.
The five smaller ones let out shrill screams, either spitting Golden Crow Flame, unleashing Thunder and Lightning, striking with sharp claws, or stealthily attacking from the shadows...
Even with his profound cultivation, Wang Shu was overwhelmed, struggling to defend himself from all sides.
Far away, Li Weiyi condensed a Ember Annihilation Finger Technique.
"Whoosh!"
He unleashed the finger technique from a distance.
A golden-red beam of light streaked across dozens of meters, striking Wang Shu.
Wang Shu was trapped in the encirclement of five Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors when Li Weiyi shattered his Dao Heart Manifestation and Protective Spiritual Qi with a single finger strike.
The beam of light struck his chest, sending him flying backward.
He crashed through rocks, tumbling down the mountainside.
Li Weiyi was about to press his advantage when a sudden sense of danger surged through him. His hairs stood on end, and almost instinctively, he swung his sword horizontally to the right, unleashing a bright sword radiance.
Wang Zhi burst from a crack in the cliff face, conjuring two bone claw seals that tore through the sword radiance and lunged at Li Weiyi.
He hadn't fled.
He had been hiding here, waiting in ambush.
After all, if Wang Shu were to meet an untimely end, Wang Zhi would also be destroyed, body and soul.
Their lives were intertwined.
"Bang! Bang!"
Psychic Flame Light Whip, Sword Technique, Body Technique, Leg Technique...
Li Weiyi unleashed every technique he knew, fighting desperately to defend himself.
He and Wang Zhi clashed repeatedly on the cliff face, each blow aimed to kill, their movements were lightning fast.
Li Weiyi endured three claw strikes from Wang Zhi.
Protected by the Blood Handprint Demonic Armor, he managed to withstand the attacks, his body intact, though blood seeped from his skin and his internal organs ached with agony.
Wang Zhi, in turn, was struck by Li Weiyi's sword.
The blade sliced through his chest, and blood gushed forth uncontrollably.
The wound refused to clot.
What terrified Wang Zhi even more was that the Dead Spirit Soul within him, wounded by the Yellow Dragon Sword, was leaking Soul Energy from the wound, leaving him increasingly weak.
He had never encountered such a bizarre sword.
Yang Qingxi, holding the Ghost Banner, stood atop the Yin Ghost Commander's shoulder and joined the battle.
"Boom!"
The Yin Ghost Commander roared and swung its war spear, sending Wang Zhi, who was locked in combat with Li Weiyi, crashing into the cliff face.
Debris tumbled down continuously.
"Clang!"
Li Weiyi seized the opportunity and thrust his sword forward.
The blade, a streak of yellow light, pierced through Wang Zhi's chest, pinning his body firmly against the hollowed-out cliff face.
"You... who exactly are you?"
Wang Zhi's voice was a sharp, piercing scream. He felt the Yellow Dragon Sword burning through his body like a red-hot iron rod, the excruciating pain searing his soul spirit, causing it to rapidly dissipate.
"Whoosh!"
A gust of cold wind swept past Li Weiyi.
Yang Qingchan, her hair disheveled, appeared beside Li Weiyi, extending a slender, deathly pale hand.
Her fingers pierced Wang Zhi's skull as she chanted an incantation, activating a secret technique of the Dead Spirits.
In the next moment, she extracted the Dead Spirit within Wang Zhi's body, slowly absorbing its Soul Power through her nose and mouth with an expression of pure enjoyment.
Dead Spirits from the Nether Realm of the Dead, especially those of the Yin Soul type, almost all cultivate the Spirit Devouring technique.
"How could this be? The consciousness of the Dead Spirit within Wang Zhi has been almost completely extinguished, its Soul Power is incredibly weak. How did he do this? Was it that sword?"
Yang Qingchan's eyes widened in surprise as she refined the Soul Power within her body, glancing at Li Weiyi's retreating back after he sheathed his sword.
Cornered by Li Weiyi, Yang Qingxi, Yang Qingchan, and the Yin Ghost Commander, Wang Shu knew escape was impossible.
Fighting and retreating, he said in a low voice, "Li Weiyi, you're too foolish. Can't you see what's really happening?"
"I am the Divine Son of the Divine Sect, yet those Great True Inheritances and Elders stood by and watched me die. Think about why they would do that."
"They're waiting for you to kill me and commit an unforgivable sin, so they can devour you alive and seize your treasures. It's a classic case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."
Wang Shu turned to the Patrol Guards of the Heavenly Principles (Tianli) Hall for help, but they quickly retreated, showing no intention of protecting him.
The Martial-Mystic Cultivators of the Patrol Guard had been quite close to him in the past.
At this moment, Wang Shu finally saw the true face of his Master. If the old man hadn't given the order, why would the Patrol Guard act this way?
Even disciples could be sacrificed for profit.
Li Weiyi had long sensed this, but his heart remained unmoved. They had reached a point of no return, having forged a blood feud. Letting Wang Shu go now would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains.
Once Wang Shu fully condensed his Dao Lotus, even if Li Weiyi retreated to the Southern Purity (Nanqing) Palace, he knew Wang Shu would eventually descend to the surface and unleash a vengeful rampage against everyone close to him.
Wang Shu said, "Don't think the Southern Venerable will protect you. Those old geezers in the Divine Sect are all selfish, greedy, and ruthless. Their so-called Master-disciple relationship is just a matter of your usefulness. There's no genuine affection there."
"Li Weiyi, spare my life. I swear I won't seek revenge."
Li Weiyi wouldn't believe him. He deliberately raised his voice, feigning righteousness.
"Wang Shu, don't think your Master isn't saving you out of selfishness and greed. The Vice Hall Master is so wise; he, like us, has long seen through your wickedness - your slaughter of fellow disciples, your embezzlement of Divine Sect wealth..."
"If you want to frame someone, you'll always find an excuse. Since you've lost your mind, there's nothing more to discuss. If you want to kill me, you'll pay a terrible price."
Six Bodhi Seeds flew out from Wang Shu's Ancestral Field.
Each Bodhi Seed was inscribed with hundreds of scriptures, refined into spiritual artifacts.
The six scriptures and six Bodhi Seeds shared the same origin, forming a complete set of spiritual artifacts containing over eight hundred scriptures.
If one could perfectly comprehend these scriptures and wield the power of the six Bodhi Seeds to their utmost potential, they could theoretically unleash the power of an Eighth-Grade Hundred-Character Artifact.
However, controlling them was far more challenging than wielding a single Eighth-Grade Hundred-Character Artifact.
With Wang Shu's current cultivation level, he could only tap into a tiny fraction of their power.
Yang Qingxi said, "This set of spiritual artifacts is incredibly precious, worth over a million Yongquan Coins. There's no way Wang Shu could have acquired them legitimately. He must have stolen them from a secret treasure vault. Should we try to capture him alive first?"
"Don't even dream of it! Do you really think the Heavenly Principles (Tianli) Hall's Patrol Guard is just for show? Do you think they'd give you a chance to capture him alive?"
"If we're going to do this, we'll do it thoroughly."
Li Weiyi, the six Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors, Yang Qingxi, Yang Qingchan, and the Yin Ghost Commander - ten figures in total - surrounded Wang Shu, and even the six Bodhi Seeds couldn't hold them off.
Li Weiyi was resolute, refusing to dwell on the consequences.
Unlike Yang Qingxi, he had no interest in forcing Wang Shu to reveal the location of a secret treasure vault.
Only one thought filled his mind:
'Kill Wang Shu to eliminate future trouble.'
"Pfft!"
He flashed forward, his Battle Blade severing Wang Shu's right arm from behind.
The spiritual artifact Battle Blade clattered to the ground.
A fountain of blood gushed from Wang Shu's shoulder as he screamed in agony. No longer able to effectively control the six Bodhi Seeds, he stumbled and fled.
"Pfft!"
Yang Qingxi, controlling the Yin Ghost Commander, swung its war lance, bisecting Wang Shu at the waist.
With a swoosh, she landed beside Wang Shu's corpse, her finger probing his Ancestral Field.
The true treasures were hidden within the Ancestral Field.
The Ancestral Field of a Dao Seed Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator contained a vast Innate World, but from the outside, it appeared only the size of an acupoint.
Careful examination was required to find it.
The Innate World was like a bubble blown from the real world.
"There's nothing in his Ancestral Field... but his Cosmic Pouch... it's overflowing with cultivation resources: Blood Crystals, Millennium Essence Herbs, spiritual artifacts, Yongquan Coins..."
Yang Qingxi snatched Wang Shu's Cosmic Pouch and signaled Yang Qingchan to quickly collect his spiritual artifact Battle Blade and the six Bodhi Seeds.
At this moment, Li Weiyi had no thought of competing for resources. He stood with his sword drawn, facing the approaching Patrol Guard.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three hundred Patrol Guards, all Five Seas Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators, surrounded them.
They wore white armor, rode Fallen Soul Beast mounts, and wielded standard-issue spiritual artifact spears.
The Fallen Soul Beast mounts charged forward, shaking the ground as they surrounded Li Weiyi, Yang Qingxi, and Yang Qingchan.
With average talent and decades of cultivation, most Martial-Mystic Cultivators could achieve Seven Springs Opening.
With enough Five Seas Pills, a large number of Five Seas Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators could be cultivated.
Thousand Guard Commander Yi Zhouxue, riding a seven-meter-long giant Soul Beast with a rooster's head and tiger's body, slowly emerged from the Patrol Guards.
Gazing at Wang Shu's two severed halves on the ground, his face was as cold and grim as ice.
He had never felt such deep sorrow and pain as he did today.
He desperately wanted to save Wang Shu, but ultimately dared not disobey his master's orders.
"Whoosh!"
Yi Zhouxue, a Great True Inheritance disciple, released his Dao Heart Manifestation.
It transformed into a dense white cloud of Spiritual Qi that descended upon Li Weiyi and the others, pinning them in place.
This was the power of a Great True Inheritance disciple!
In any province of the Lingxiao Realm, they were among the most formidable cultivators.
"Shackle them and take them to the Heavenly Principles (Tianli) Hall," Yi Zhouxue ordered.
"Hahaha!"
The laughter of Si Kong Jingyuan and Si Kong Yanlun echoed from afar, growing closer.
In an instant, the two figures appeared at the foot of Spirit Ridge (Lingji) Mountain, descending from the summit. Their forms resembled two spinning wheels, riding the wind and mist with a skill far surpassing Wang Shu's.
"Lord Commander, the murder of a Divine Son is a major case that should be handled by our Wither-Flourish (Kurong) Hall," Si Kong Jingyuan said.
Yi Zhouxue sensed the fluctuations of Dao Lotus Qi emanating from Si Kong Jingyuan and Si Kong Yanlun.
It was clear that these two Fifth Divine Sons had made remarkable progress during their training in the Nether Realm of the Dead, reaching the Fourth Heaven of the Dao Seed Realm.
Yi Zhouxue knew their intentions all too well.
He clasped his hands in a respectful salute.
"Divine Sons, the deceased was my Junior Brother. The Heavenly Principles (Tianli) Hall and the Patrol Guard will not let the killer escape justice. Please show us some leniency."
Si Kong Yanlun replied bluntly, "If he was your Junior Brother, why did you hide and fail to save him?"
Si Kong Jingyuan smiled gently: "I heard Li Weiyi say that Wang Shu had killed many fellow disciples before his death. There must be other major cases involved. The Wither-Flourish (Kurong) Hall will thoroughly investigate this matter. I'm truly sorry, but we cannot grant your request."
"Enforcing rewards and punishments is the duty of the Wither-Flourish (Kurong) Hall."
Si Kong Jingyuan and Si Kong Yanlun moved through the Patrol Guard, entering the central clearing. Their gazes fell upon the three figures pinned down by Yi Zhouxue's Dao Heart Manifestation.
Unlike Si Kong Yanlun, who was openly scrutinizing Yang Qingxi and Yang Qingchan with eager eyes, Si Kong Jingyuan maintained a slight smile while staring intently at the six strange insects and the Ghost Banner.
Si Kong Yanlun 's eyes burned with fervent desire as he scanned Yang Qingxi and Yang Qingchan.
Yi Zhouxue's voice grew grave: "If I fail to capture the murderer, this Thousand Guard may not be able to return and report."
"That's your problem!"
Si Kong Yanlun spread his arms wide, conjuring a Demon Wheel between his hands. He hurled it forward, where it spun at blinding speed, its wind-like force slicing through Yi Zhouxue's Dao Heart Manifestation inch by inch, intent on seizing the prisoners by force.
"Boom!"
Yi Zhouxue grunted as he thrust his spear, shattering the Demon Wheel into a cloud of chilling mist.
The three hundred Patrol Guards raised their spears in unison, activating their armor.
Above them, a battle formation materialized, dense with swirling Scripture.
In an instant, tension crackled between the two sides, the air thick with killing intent.
"Stop!"
A young voice, filled with authority, echoed from the sky.
Everyone on the ground reeled from the force contained within the shout, their heads spinning and their bodies swaying as if struck by divine thunder.
"Whoosh!"
The massive form of the Double-Headed Golden-Winged Eagle descended from the sky, carrying two figures on its back. Its wings stirred up a violent gale.
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