Chapter 142: 142
Chapter 142: They Were Old After All
The battle in the city was a landslide victory .
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And the battle outside of the city was a Roland for an Oliver .
Nie Changqing untied the knot in his heart in Daoist School and achieved the Internal Organs Realm simply with a thought . Meanwhile, Li Sansi, helped by the Torch Dragon, also achieved the Internal Organs Realm after experiencing some horrible tortures .
Both of them were in Internal Organs Realm, a realm beyond the ability of most cultivators in the world .
Therefore, in the heavy rain, when the battle between the two broke out, it was not a surprise at all .
The level of the battle between Internal Organs Realm cultivators was beyond that of Qi Core Realm cultivators . Nie Changqing and Li Sansi were just beginners in this new realm, and neither of them had refined any part of their internal organs yet .
However, their fighting power was beyond compared to those in the Qi Core Realm .
The Spirit Qi in their Qi Cores was twice as many as when they had been in the peak of Qi Core Realm . And with the Spirit Qi in their Qi Cores flowing to all parts of the body, both their bodies and their strengths had significantly improved .
When Li Sansi brandished his wooden sword horizontally, the curtain of rain was cut in half . Sword energy rushed straight at Nie Changqing as if it had turned into a dragon .
The butcher knife in Nie Changqing’s hand was spinning at high speed . Despite the heavy rain, his white robe was still blowing, as if it was windy .
The butcher knife was thrown over quickly like a bolt of black lightning .
In an instant, Li Sansi lightly thrust his wooden sword forward six or seven times in a row .
The tip of the wooden sword touched the tip of the butcher knife .
However, the recoil from the butcher knife forced Li Sansi to take several steps back .
Splashes of water rose and fell, splattering everywhere, every time his foot hit the ground .
Li Sansi’s pupils constricted as he pulled the wooden sword from the ground in front of him . Then water suddenly splattered and turned into sharp arrows floating in the air .
Spirit Qi gushed out . Li Sansi kept brandishing his wooden sword . The water around him gradually moved into a circle and formed a pattern .
The butcher knife was floating in front of Nie Changqing .
His body shook, and Spirit Qi gushed out, creating a massive outline of the butcher knife .
The somewhat vague outline of the butcher knife became more pronounced little by little .
“Fish and dragon dancing with the sword,” Li Sansi called in a quiet voice .
With his Daoist robe fluttering, he threw his sword over .
“Knife Control,” Nie Changqing said in a plain voice .
He flung his arm forward . The now pronounced outline of the giant butcher knife moved into an arc before him, like the shape of a half-moon .
It cut the curtain of rain in half .
Li Sansi felt his body seemed surreal as if a fish and a dragon were dancing with him . He whipped the butcher knife with his sword again and again .
However, Nie Changqing’s Knife Control Technique didn’t lose any power .
Bang!
The knife’s radiance landed where Li Sansi once stood .
The ground cracked open, allowing the water to flow directly into the cracks, producing loud noises .
Nie Changqing did not stop attacking just because he was at an advantage . Instead, he attacked even more violently like a fierce tiger .
He waved his arm to control the knife in the distance . Droplets of rain were all cut into pieces .
Rain prattled on his body and his face . When the droplets of rain had been cut into smaller drops, a humid mist arose and then was vaporized by the heat from the Spirit Qi running through Nie Changqing’s body .
Li Sansi was trying to fend off Nie Changqing’s attacks with his wooden sword but with great difficulty .
He could not even speak under Nie Changqing’s attack .
Nie Changqing’s knife kept coming from all directions like a black dragon .
He barely staved off the coachman’s attacks with his wooden sword .
It seemed every blow exchange would consume a considerable amount of Spirit Qi in him .
Li Sansi was actually isolated from the rain . He was very pale under the attack . He kept retreating . His Daoist robe had been stained with muddy water .
Li Sansi was actually isolated from the rain . He was very pale under the attack . He kept retreating . Mud had stained his Daoist robe .
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Nie Changqing frowned .
They were both in Internal Organs Realm .
Yet Li Sansi seemed to be weaker than he had imagined .
All of a sudden…
Nie Changqing—enjoying an overwhelming superiority over Li Sansi—and Li Sansi, being overwhelmed, both looked up into the city .
A plain voice echoed all over Beiluo City .
“I would like to pay homage to your era with the sun shining after the rain and the peach blossoms on the island . ”
When that had been said…
Everybody trembled .
Nie Changqing took his butcher knife back and retreated . He lifted his head in astonishment . It was the Young Master’s voice .
Li Sansi couldn’t stop panting . Flopping onto the ground, he could not help but look up at the sky .
Meanwhile, a horse-drawn carriage was nearby . The horse was neighing uneasily .
There was oppressive energy under which people could not even breathe . Everyone was startled .
Dong!
In the sky, a deafening explosion came from a distance .
It was like a massive semitransparent palm of a hand had reached into the clouds and slapped aside those dark clouds, which suggested a storm was brewing .
The bright golden sunlight shone through the dark clouds and spilled on the ground .
The sun was out .
“It’s over . ”
Holding the butcher knife, Nie Changqing looked at those scattered dark clouds with a complicated feeling .
The Young Master’s strength was as unfathomable and as dreadful as always .
This palm strike put Nie Changqing extremely uneasy and frustrated .
He had assumed the gap between him and the Young Master had been closed since he had achieved a breakthrough to the Internal Organs Realm . But now, he realized that gap between them was still as vast as the sky .
Meanwhile, Li Sansi had been gazing at the bright sky, somewhat in a trance, for some time .
The sun was shining brightly, sunlight spilling on his worn-out face and body . He could not help but shiver .
He felt like an era had ended .
There was no need to drag the battle between him and Nie Changqing further .
After all, he, Li Sansi, had been overwhelmed .
In the carriage in the distance…
Mo Beike lifted the curtain to look at the golden rays of the sun shining through the dark clouds . It was like the most cordial congratulation received when the curtain was being slowly brought down .
Mo Beike’s wrinkled face looked a little astonished .
And he was not the only one . In the opposite carriage, the Imperial Advisor Kong Xiu also lifted the curtain to look at the bright rays of the sun spreading in the sky .
They could imagine those unregretful faces of Xie Yunling and the others in Beiluo City .
Would it matter even if they died? At least they had been gloriously triumphant and gone all out .
Mo Beike and Kong Xiu brought their curtains down almost at the same time .
“Go back . ”
Two voices, seemingly older, came from the carriages .
They were old, after all .
“Yes,” Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu replied simultaneously .
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They were regretful that they had not witnessed the battle that mattered a lot to two eras .
However, from this day on, the era of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy had somehow ended .
The new era, the era of White Jade City’s cultivators, would start . The whole world would be excited about it .
The wheels of the carriages started to roll, splashing the muddy water on the ground .
One carriage headed east, and the other headed west .
The two carriages went in opposite directions, one toward North County and the other toward the capital city .
Nie Changqing took his butcher knife back and leaned against the carriage .
He glanced at Li Sansi, stained with mud, and gave the latter a small nod .
Then the horse drew the carriage toward the city gate of Beiluo slowly .
It was time to reunite with his family .
Holding his wooden sword, Li Sansi stood outside of the city .
The ordeals from society really caught him unprepared .
At the lakeside of Beiluo Lake…
Even the waves in the lake seemed to carry the dreadful Spirit Pressure .
Many martial arts practitioners, scholars, and Confucian students who had come here to witness this great fight turned pale . The waves were washing the shore like a fiercely growling beast .
Lu Changkong had complicated feelings .
Behind him, Luo Yue and Luo Cheng were also quite emotional .
The Hundred Schools of Philosophy somehow ultimately failed in Beiluo City .
Starting with Wei Luan, the philosopher of Yinyang School, Beiluo seemed to be an unlucky place for the Hundred Schools’ philosophers .
Tang Yimo was standing by the lake .
His gaze was fixed on the lake surface—which was covered in thick fog—as if he could see the dread on Lake Island through the mist .
This was the first time ever Tang Yimo felt despaired .
Since he got the Immortal encounter and opened his first meridian…
He had almost been invincible .
Except for the terracotta warriors he met in the Dragon Gate in the Secret Realm . He didn’t fear them, because he could handle them .
However, at this moment…
The pressure from Lake Island .
It even took away his courage to fight back . He could feel how powerful that pressure was even though there was a lake between him and the island .
Let alone the man who released the pressure .
“Young Master Lu from Beiluo!”
Tang Yimo swallowed his saliva .
It turned out he, Tang Yimo, still had a long way to go .
A carriage approached .
Tang Yimo looked back .
He saw a white-clothed middle-aged man, carrying a butcher knife at the waist, helping a Daoist nun get off the coach with care and affection .
“Ru’er, watch out,” Nie Changqing said .
The Daoist nun looked dumb . She was grasping the white-clothed man’s hair .
The white-clothed man came to the shore carrying the Daoist nun on his back . He found a boat and jumped onto it .
Tang Yimo stared at the middle-aged man .
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All of a sudden…
On that boat, grasping the pole, the middle-aged man looked back at Tang Yimo .
Bang!
Tang Yimo felt like he had been struck hard by a hammer .
He took several consecutive steps back .
He felt blood was about to gush out of his chest .
“Powerful!”
Tang Yimo was startled . It was only a look, and he felt so threatened as if that butcher knife could decapitate him anytime .
“Who is that?!”
Tang Yimo took a deep breath .
“Carrying a butcher knife at the waist . That must be Young Master Lu’s coachman,” a martial arts practitioner said .
Tang Yimo trembled .
Coachman?
He was only a coachman?
How could a coachman be so strong?
The pride in Tang Yimo was completely shattered at this moment .
On Lake Island .
It was sunny .
Peach flowers bloomed on one side of the island . Their pink petals looked like teenage girls flushed faces, shy and attractive .
With their Spirit Qi surging on Lake Island, the Spirit Qi was even richer .
Heaven Facing Spiritual Chrysanthemums were emitting Spirit Qi, and so were Biluo Peach Blossoms .
The two Spirit Plants were competing with one another .
Lu Fan was sitting in the Thousand Blades Chair close to the rail . His white robe and hair were blowing .
Standing quietly next to him, Ning Zhao closed the umbrella .
Lu Fan was tapping on the armrest of the wheelchair . The clear sound of it was echoing on the island .
On the island…
Xie Yunling looked at the disappearing dark clouds and the golden sunshine with love .
With the sunshine spilling on his face, he felt warm . And the humid air from the rain felt dryer .
The Sword Saint Hua Dongliu was looking at Lu Fan fanatically as if he had been possessed by the devil .
He just could not forget about that amazing sword .
“Peach flowers are blooming on one half of the island . My peach flowers can form a Spirit Qi storm . Don’t waste this precious opportunity,” Lu Fan said calmly .
His voice echoed all over the island .
When that had been said…
Everyone on the island was shocked .
Jing Yue sat down cross-legged to execute his cultivation method to take in Spirit Qi .
Yi Yue also started to cultivate immediately, conscientious about every detail .
Nie Shuang ran out to the chrysanthemums . He practiced a fist method under the flowers . His young body was steaming during the practice . Spirit Qi surrounded him .
Lil Phoenix One climbed out of Bai Qingniao’s collar . The little chick jumped down and sprang and tumbled on the ground like a furry ball .
Then it started to run on the island like crazy as if there was a party for it .
Spirit Qi flowed into Lil Phoenix One’s body .
Bai Qingniao was surprised . Seeing what others were doing, she also executed Nine Phoenixes Transformation . Qi flows were clinging to her body .
On the boat, Lv Dongxuan, lying on his back, finally stopped playing dead . He hurried to sit up to take in Spirit Qi .
Xie Yunling was stunned, but he also started to take in as much Spirit Qi as he could .
Hua Dongliu and Gongshu Yu didn’t have cultivation methods, so they had no idea how to take in Spirit Qi . They only looked at the others who were busy doing it, but at least they were bathing in Spirit Qi .
Unusual changes were happening to them with the nurture of Spirit Qi .
On the second floor of the pavilion…
Lu Fan looked at Ning Zhao . “Go . Although you are already in Internal Organs Realm, don’t miss such a great chance . ”
“The Spirit Qi storm started by the blossom of peach flowers on half of the island is rare . No one knows when will be the next time . ”
Ning Zhao was tempted .
With her red-lipped mouth slightly open, she bowed at Lu Fan .
“Yes . ”
Then, with her white dress fluttering, Ning Zhao turned to go downstairs .
She sat down cross-legged to take in and refine Spirit Qi .
Lu Fan was alone on the second floor of the pavilion .
Leaning on the back of the Thousand Blades Chair, he was gently stroking the armrest transformed by the Phoenix Feather Sword .
On the stone stairs of White Jade City Pavilion…
The sound of the pipa was like a pelting rainstorm . The usual sound of large and small countless beads falling onto a jadeite plate seemed to be more pressing and freer .
Mingyue, with her red lips pressed, held the pipa with one hand and played with the strings with the other, sometimes a light pluck, a slow stroke, a strum, or a pick . She had gained some insight from the battle between the philosophers and Lu Fan . In the Spirit Qi storm, she also seemed to have activated the Spirit Qi in her .
And the sound of the pipa grew even more encouraging . It seemed to have Qi and blood mobilized .
Lv Mudui didn’t take advantage of the Spirit Qi storm to cultivate like others .
Instead, he took out a piece of paper and a writing brush . He stomped his chest hard to cough up blood .
Using the blood as ink, he wrote a letter .
“Raining . Lake Island, Beiluo . ”
Four philosophers from Daoist School, Sword Sect, Jiguan School, and Tianji School challenged White Jade City’s leader Lu Ping’an . They lost .
Lu Ping’an made the peach flowers bloom on one half of the island with his mind, drove dark clouds away, and made the sun reappear with a single hand .
Celebrating the end of the era of Hundred Schools of Philosophy . Exclaiming for the change of eras .
Lv Mudui wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth . He was thrilled and excited .
His shivering hands, which looked like dead wood, tied the secret letter to a Tianji Pigeon .
Coo . Coo .
The Tianji Pigeon flapped its wings . A white feather fell . Shrouded in Spirit Qi, it turned into a white light and instantly vanished in the thick fog .
When Lv Mudui was sending the Tianji Pigeon away…
Leaning against the wheelchair, Lu Fan squinted slowly .
Before his eyes, a system prompt that he had been expecting for a long time finally popped up .
[“Congratulations, Host . You have completed the side quest…”]