Chapter 682
He knew that the head of the Chongxuan Sect was more like a detached observer, waiting for the outcome of the impending battle, while Elder Bixia had already pledged allegiance to Zheng Fa, becoming one of the Jiushan Sect members, not much different from the disciples of the Jiushan Realm.
Looking at Elder Bixia, a mocking smile crept onto his face as he asked, “Are you regretting your choice now?”
Elder Bixia was taken aback, turning to look at Shi Nandang, seemingly puzzled by his words.
“Do you know why I was unwilling to join the Jiushan Sect?”
Elder Bixia remained silent, allowing him to continue, “Because Zheng Fa can win for a moment, but he cannot win for a lifetime.”
“If I return now, I can’t prove my innocence.”
“But if I stand firm in the Jiushan Realm, even in death, my loyalty will be understood by my ancestors.”
“Then, there will come a time for my return to the sect.”
The head of the Chongxuan Sect’s expression changed, as if he hadn’t expected Shi Nandang to have such plans, and a flicker of inexplicable hope ignited in his eyes.
“You think so highly of yourself, yet you’re not afraid that the Jiushan Sect will simply kill you?”
“I am afraid, but the Jiushan Sect is bound to perish…” Shi Nandang shook his head with a light laugh, “One has a glimmer of hope, while the other is doomed to eternal damnation. Everyone knows how to choose.”
Elder Bixia fell silent at his words, seemingly unable to refute him.
“So I ask you, with no options left, do you regret it?”
“Regret?” Elder Bixia suddenly laughed, “Master, what I seek has always been different from what you desire.”
“…”
“That disciple of Qingmu spoke wisely.” Elder Bixia turned and walked into the main courtyard, her voice echoing in their ears, “I would rather be a person in the Jiushan Sect for a day than a pig or dog on Haori Mountain for a thousand years.”
Shi Nandang and the head of the Chongxuan Sect were left speechless for a moment, only to hear Elder Bixia’s next words from outside the wall: “Moreover, the outcome is still uncertain.”
…
Victory or defeat lies in a single sword strike.
Zheng Fa’s eyes sparkled with silver light, both wary of Luo Sanxian and searching for the best moment to strike. Suddenly, he noticed Luo Sanxian turning to look towards the distant Haori Mountain.
Zheng Fa couldn’t help but follow his gaze, but saw nothing. However, the Creation Jade Tablet trembled slightly, revealing an urgent message from the head of Mingde:
“Retreat quickly!”
“The Haori Mountain Yun Zhenxian has left the Tianhe Sect!”
Only then did Zheng Fa understand what Luo Sanxian was waiting for. He turned sharply to Luo Sanxian, who seemed to have sensed his confusion and laughed loudly, “I told you, today you will die here!”
At that moment, looking at Luo Sanxian, Zheng Fa felt an odd sense of familiarity.
A quick escape, a penchant for stirring trouble—this old man was just like him!
He truly hadn’t expected that Luo Sanxian, facing the pursuit of a Yuanying, would secretly contact the true immortal master of Haori Mountain, not only relishing in overpowering the weak but also preferring to fight with numbers.
A bit too cautious.
Zheng Fa hesitated for a moment, contemplating his countermeasures, but Luo Sanxian finally made his move. He shouted, “Thinking of leaving now? It’s too late!”
Faster than his words was the Six Dragons Celestial Chariot beneath him.
The flames surrounding the canopy and the golden light on the chariot converged into a blazing red flame, rushing towards Zheng Fa.
The five dragons at the front lunged at Zheng Fa in the blink of an eye.
Their momentum surged, and instead of hot winds, they unleashed countless phenomena:
Gale, torrential rain, frost, thunder, and fierce flames surrounded Zheng Fa and his companions.
The heat from the golden-red flames made it hard for them to breathe, as if their bones would turn to ashes.
Luo Sanxian’s attack was as swift as lightning, a stark contrast to his earlier caution. Zheng Fa understood that he was afraid of him escaping, wanting to hold him back until the true immortal from Haori Mountain arrived.
But what he didn’t know was that Zheng Fa and Sister Zhang had also been waiting for a long time!
“Attack!”
Sister Zhang called out softly, swiftly tapping her Qingjing Bamboo. The black and white energies behind her swirled, forming a Yin-Yang Bagua diagram.
She chanted, “Kan Li Ding!”
The surrounding winds, clouds, and thunder instantly calmed.
“Qian Kun Zhuan!”
The previously fierce five red dragons were suddenly dazed and lost their direction, entangling with one another in the air, fighting amongst themselves.
Seizing this opportunity, Sister Zhang waved her Qingjing Bamboo, and the bamboo leaves scattered a clear light, suppressing the five dragons.
Luo Sanxian’s expression stiffened, a sudden hint of regret crossing his face:
Had he not remained still earlier, the chariot and the five dragons could have protected him.
Especially the five dragons, not only were they immensely powerful, but they also had the ability to act as substitutes, a life-saving tool he had painstakingly condensed.
Yet at this moment, he could feel that these five red dragons had lost contact with him!
Xie Qingxue’s body shimmered with blue light, disappearing from everyone’s sight, reminiscent of the scene when Zheng Fa killed the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor years ago.
Zheng Fa moved as well.
He had only one chance with his sword, and timing was crucial. Thus, the four of them had long agreed—Sister Zhang would use the innate Bagua diagram to strategize and give commands.
If Sister Zhang remained silent, the Xianjian would not be drawn.
But the moment Sister Zhang spoke, even if no flaw in Luo Sanxian could be discerned, Zheng Fa would act!
This was not only the best application of the sword’s power—combining it with the innate Bagua’s strategic capabilities for maximum effect—but also a testament to the trust built between him and Sister Zhang over the years.
His spiritual energy surged within the sword, and the spirit of the Xianjian in his consciousness cheered with excitement, its childish voice filled with a thirst for slaughter.
The innate Bagua’s strategic capabilities.
The true immortal might of the Xianjian.
In Zheng Fa’s mouth, it coalesced into a single word:
“Slash!”
Realizing the five dragons were being restrained, Luo Sanxian immediately sensed the danger. His cautious nature had him wanting to retreat, but upon seeing Zheng Fa’s resolute expression as he swung his sword, he was struck with panic and urged the chariot to escape.
But he was facing the Xianjian!
This sword was on par with true immortals, possessing spatial abilities that could trap enemies. Even if a true immortal were present, they would find it impossible to escape in mere moments—this was the essence of “trap”!
Luo Sanxian felt as if he were in the Xuanwei realm, yet there was an invisible barrier separating him from this world—he could neither advance nor retreat.
With the Xianjian in hand, Zheng Fa soared like a long rainbow, crossing a hundred miles in an instant, striking down upon him—there was no escape.
“Brother Yun!”
At this moment, he had no other options and could only shout loudly, as if seeking help.
In the distance, the sea of clouds surged like wild waves, sweeping across the horizon towards this place.
A colossal phantom, towering and reaching the heavens, descended like a celestial emperor breaking through the clouds.
“Stop.”
Before the Yun Zhenxian arrived, his voice echoed, lofty and ethereal, reminiscent of a celestial emperor’s tone.
Zheng Fa looked up at Yun Zhenxian, chuckling lightly as the sword light streaked across the sky.
Luo Sanxian’s voice was filled with panic: “Brother Yun, save me…”
The canopy tilted, the chariot lay in ruins, and his cries for help were cut off—Luo Sanxian had vanished without a trace.
In the distance, the sea of clouds momentarily stilled, as if caught off guard, but the next moment, the waves surged again, ten times more chaotic than before.
The once white and gold clouds were now completely stained with ink, the world dimmed, leaving only a clear shout:
“Boldness!”
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 477: Retreating Without Battle, Standing on Equal Ground
Aside from the distant, cold shout of Yun Zhenxian, the world was left with the mournful cries of the five red dragons.
These five red dragons, which had been struggling wildly beneath Sister Zhang’s Qingjing Bamboo, now stared blankly at the dimmed chariot, their dragon eyes filled with sorrow, their cries pitiful.
Their once vibrant long whiskers, scales, and even their dragon horns and claws were peeling away and scattering, transforming into red and gold runes, resembling flying flowers drenched in blood, drifting down from the sky to the ground.
Yet the thousands of cultivators below paid no heed to this scene; instead, they silently gazed up at the seemingly insignificant figure of Zheng Fa in the sky.
It was clear to everyone that Zheng Fa was greatly exhausted:
The sword light that had once illuminated the horizon now flickered like a firefly.
His distant and diminutive figure swayed precariously in the air.
The beautiful female cultivator beside him, holding the bamboo, flew forward and supported his body.
But no one would mock Zheng Fa’s predicament.
Looking back over an epoch, spanning hundreds of thousands of years, he was the first cultivator to slay the Dao Fruits of the Five Sects.
Even in another hundred thousand years, this sword would likely be sung of by future generations of cultivators.
Though Zheng Fa had also slain the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor, for most cultivators, the Xuanwei Five Sects and the Demon Ancestor were entirely different:
In this era, the immortal sects flourished while the Demon Ancestor lurked in hiding. Even though both were Dao Fruits, the exalted image of the Five Sects was deeply rooted in the hearts of many cultivators.
Hundreds of thousands of years was an eternity, long enough for generations of cultivators to regard the Five Sects as the heavens of the Xuanwei Realm.
And Zheng Fa’s sword had truly pierced through the heavens.
Watching the five red dragons dissipate in the light curtain, the six Transformation Gods in the Taishang Daotian Pool felt a surge of emotions.
“Did… did he kill them?”
Cheng Kong stood up abruptly, seemingly exerting too much force, causing his wooden chair to crack and splinter.
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