nyslfriends Chapter 28 The sword points to the famous mountain
Chapter 28 The sword points to the famous mountain
Qixia Mountain, a scenic spot with a history of thousands of years in the northern suburbs of Jiangnan City, used to be ablaze with fiery red maple leaves and teeming with tourists. But today, it is shrouded in a deathly silence. The official seals of the blockade flutter in the mountain wind, and behind the cordon, one can vaguely see the surging ferocity deep in the forest. No one knows what kind of shocking conspiracy is hidden behind this seemingly ordinary incident of a wild animal attacking a person.
On the flat ground behind the mountain, a dozen large black tents were set up against the mountain. Outside the tents stood dozens of Medicine King Valley disciples dressed in green robes. Each of them had a restrained aura and arrogant eyes. The swords at their waists gleamed coldly. They surrounded the entire camp, showing an attitude of ruling the mountain.
Inside the main tent, warmth filled the air, yet an undeniable sense of authority permeated the space.
Mo Changkong, with his white hair and beard, sat upright in a grand chair, his fingertips caressing a celadon teacup. The steam from the hot tea swirled around his deeply lined face, but his eyes held a surge of wild joy and arrogance—he, the Third Elder of Medicine King Valley, had been stuck at the peak of the Transformation Realm for thirty years, but last night's global spiritual energy surge had allowed him to break through the shackles and step into the Divine Realm!
In this mortal world where spiritual energy is reviving, martial artists at the Divine Realm are like immortals on land!
"Third Elder, all the top-grade medicinal herbs that are a hundred years old have been brought back, not a single one missing!" Lin Fei stood bowing under the tent, his tone full of flattery and pride, but his back was straight as if he had performed an unparalleled feat.
Mo Changkong nodded in satisfaction, took a sip of hot tea, and his restless true energy became even more active. His tone was full of arrogance: "Well done! The revival of spiritual energy is an opportunity for our reclusive sects. The rare treasures and spiritual resources of the mortal world should rightfully be taken over by our Medicine King Valley. Do those mortals even deserve to have their hands on them?"
He paused, glanced casually at Lin Fei, and asked offhand, "That Lu Yuan guy, he didn't dare to cause trouble, did he?"
Mentioning Lu Yuan, Lin Fei's fawning expression instantly turned into undisguised contempt. He scoffed, "Elder, you jest! A mere mortal brat dares to oppose our Medicine King Valley? He wouldn't dare set foot on Qixia Mountain even if he had ten lives!"
He abruptly drew his longsword from his waist, its blade gleaming coldly. His tone was ruthless: "If he dares to come, I will sever his tendons in his hands and feet with one stroke, making him kneel on the ground begging for mercy, and then throw him to feed the wild beasts in the mountains!"
"boom--!"
Before Lin Fei's harsh words had even finished, a deafening roar suddenly came from outside the tent, making the canvas on the tent roof rattle. Immediately afterward, the disciples of Medicine King Valley screamed in terror, mixed with the cracking sound of bones breaking, extremely piercing.
"Who goes there?! How dare you trespass on Medicine King Valley's territory? You're courting death!"
"Stop him! Stop him now—ah!!"
The screams rose and fell, then quickly subsided, leaving only a deathly silence, with only the howling mountain wind carrying a heavy stench of blood seeping into the tent.
Mo Changkong's face darkened instantly. He slammed the celadon teacup onto the table with a loud crash, shattering it and spilling hot tea all over the floor. He roared, "Useless trash! Go out and see who's courting death!"
Lin Fei's heart tightened, and cold sweat seeped from his hand gripping the longsword, but he still forced himself to remain calm, roared "Disciple obeys!" and took the lead in rushing out of the tent with his sword.
But as soon as he stepped out of the tent, his steps froze on the spot, his pupils contracted sharply, and the fierceness on his face was instantly replaced by extreme fear—he saw more than a dozen disciples of Medicine King Valley lying haphazardly in pools of blood on the open ground of the camp. Each of them had a caved-in chest and was dead. The blood stained the fallen leaves on the ground, a shocking sight.
In the center of the open space, a young man dressed in black walked slowly, his hands in his pockets, stepping over the bloodstains and fallen leaves.
He walked very slowly, and with each step he took, the fallen leaves beneath his feet turned to dust. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The invisible pressure was like a towering mountain pressing down on him, causing all the disciples of Medicine King Valley present to tremble all over. They didn't even have the strength to draw their swords and could only retreat repeatedly, their faces filled with despair.
"You...you are Lu Yuan?!" Lin Fei looked at his junior brothers who had died tragically on the ground, trembling with rage, his teeth grinding together, but his eyes concealed an undisguised fear.
"You dare to harm anyone from Medicine King Valley? You're fucking asking for death!"
Forced into a corner, Lin Fei decided to go all out. With a roar, he unleashed his inner strength without reservation. His longsword transformed into a sharp, cold light, accompanied by a piercing whistle, and stabbed straight at Lu Yuan's throat. He used all his strength in this strike, determined to kill Lu Yuan with a single blow!
But Lu Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.
He didn't even stop, as if Lin Fei's fatal sword strike was nothing more than a mosquito bite.
Just as the longsword was half a foot away from his throat, Lu Yuan finally slowly raised his right hand, gently pinching it between his index and middle fingers. The movement was understated, yet it carried an irresistible force.
"Zheng—!"
A crisp metallic groan echoed through the camp. The longsword, forged from refined steel, was firmly held between his two fingers. No matter how hard Lin Fei tried to activate his inner strength, he could not advance an inch. It was as if the sword was not made of steel, but rather grew on Lu Yuan's fingers.
Lin Fei's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his face turned bright red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his inner strength surged out like a tidal wave, but the longsword remained motionless. A huge sense of frustration and fear instantly overwhelmed him.
Lu Yuan finally raised his eyes, glancing at him indifferently, his tone full of disdain, as if looking at a piece of trash: "This piece of junk, dares to call itself a sword?"
Before he finished speaking, he slightly tightened his fingers.
"Snap—!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the hundred-refined longsword was actually snapped into three pieces by his force, the broken edges smooth and clean, as if cut by a sharp blade.
Lin Fei was completely dumbfounded, his mind went blank, and before he could react, Lu Yuan slapped him hard across the face.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, Lin Fei was sent flying like a tattered sack, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with a dozen broken teeth in mid-air before crashing heavily at Mo Changkong's feet. He struggled for a few moments before going still, leaving only weak breathing.
"How dare you, you brat!!"
Mo Changkong had just stepped out of the tent when he witnessed this scene. He was so angry that he trembled all over, his white beard stood on end, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He had just broken through to the Divine Realm and was in the prime of his life. Yet someone dared to seriously injure his disciple on his own turf, right in front of him. This was a blatant provocation!
"How dare you run wild on my Medicine King Valley's territory and injure my disciples! Today, I will cripple your martial arts, pull out your tendons, peel off your skin, and hang you on the summit of Qixia Mountain to be exposed to the wind and sun until your bones are gone!"
Mo Changkong strode out, unleashing the full power of a Divine Realm expert. A sudden gust of wind arose, whipping up fallen leaves and bloodstains on the ground, forming a small tornado that swept across the entire camp. The surrounding trees swayed violently, making creaking sounds.
The Medicine King Valley disciples who had retreated to the side, feeling Mo Changkong's oppressive aura, instantly regained their confidence and revealed fanatical expressions, roaring, "The Third Elder has made his move! This kid is doomed!"
"A Divine Realm expert is as easy to kill as a chicken! Daring to provoke our Medicine King Valley, he deserves to die a gruesome death!"
Mo Changkong rapidly formed hand seals, and a visible ball of azure true energy condensed wildly in his palms. The true energy was mixed with a rich medicinal fragrance, yet it exuded a deadly killing intent. He shouted sharply, "Boy, take this old man's Azure Wood Heart-Shattering Palm!"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Changkong leaped up, his figure as swift as an arrow, carrying an overwhelming momentum. The azure true energy in his palm surged several times over, like a giant azure hand, slamming down towards Lu Yuan's head. This palm strike was incredibly powerful, enough to shatter an armored vehicle. An ordinary martial artist in the Transcendent Realm would be pulverized if they were even touched by the aftershocks!
Lu Yuan stood still, looking up at Mo Changkong in mid-air, a cold smile curving his lips, his tone full of mockery: "Divine Realm?"
He shook his head slightly, his disdain undisguised: "In the cultivation world, this level of strength isn't even as good as a third-level Qi Refining cultivator. And you dare to put on airs in front of me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan did not dodge at all. He raised his right hand and punched Mo Changkong's blue palm.
There were no earth-shattering spells, no fancy moves, just pure physical strength—the physical body of a Mahayana Immortal Venerable was enough to sweep across the heavens and earth and crush everything!
"boom--!!"
Fist and palm collided, and a deafening thud exploded. The shockwave swept in all directions, snapping the surrounding trees in half, blowing the tents away, and blowing away the bloodstains and fallen leaves on the ground. Even the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing roar.
Mo Changkong's sinister smile froze instantly, replaced by extreme pain and disbelief—he felt as if his full-force strike had not landed on a person's fist, but on a high-speed steel mountain. The unparalleled, terrifying force swept through his arm, utterly destroying his meridians and bones!
"Click-clack click-clack..."
The crisp sound of bones shattering rang out one after another. Mo Changkong's entire right arm was shattered inch by inch, and his flesh and blood exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of blood mist that splattered all over the ground, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the air.
"Aaaaaahh ...
Mo Changkong let out a desperate scream, his voice shrill and echoing throughout the back mountain of Qixia. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into an ancient pine tree that was as thick as two people could hug. With a "crack," the ancient pine tree was broken in half, and Mo Changkong lay on the ground like a lump of mud, covered in blood, his breath weak, barely clinging to life.
The entire room fell silent.
All the disciples of Medicine King Valley were completely dumbfounded, frozen in place, their pupils suddenly contracted, and the fervor and confidence on their faces vanished instantly, leaving only extreme fear and bewilderment, even their breathing became cautious.
The Third Elder, whom they considered invincible, who had just broken through to the Divine Realm and was hailed as a terrestrial immortal, couldn't even withstand a single punch from his opponent?!
What the hell kind of monster is this?!
Lu Yuan slowly walked up to Mo Changkong, looking down at him with indifferent eyes, as if he had just killed an ant. He spoke, his voice icy and devoid of emotion: "Where is the gate of Medicine King Valley?"
Mo Changkong struggled to lift his head, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, some even mixed with fragments of internal organs. He glared venomously at Lu Yuan, his voice hoarse, carrying a hint of madness and threat: "You...you dare to cripple my cultivation...I, the Medicine King Gu Gu Master...am already at the Earth Immortal realm...he will definitely find you...and skin you alive, grind your bones to dust..."
"You talk too much nonsense."
Lu Yuan was too lazy to waste words with him, his tone full of impatience. He placed his right hand directly on Mo Changkong's crown, a cold light flashing in his eyes—Soul Searching Technique, activate!
A massive divine consciousness surged forth like a flood, violently tearing open Mo Changkong's sea of consciousness and frantically plundering all the memories in his mind. Mo Changkong let out a painful howl, his body convulsed violently, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.
A few seconds later, Lu Yuan withdrew his right hand. Mo Changkong's eyes turned completely grayish-white, his gaze was empty, and drool was dripping from the corner of his mouth. He had become a complete idiot, without even a trace of consciousness.
Lu Yuan stopped looking at the corpses and idiots on the ground. He slowly turned his head, his gaze turning to the southwest. His eyes grew colder and colder, filled with overwhelming killing intent.
He learned from Mo Changkong's memories that the true gate of Medicine King Valley was hidden in the deep mountains 500 kilometers away from Qixia Mountain. What shocked him even more was that there was a miniature spiritual vein hidden underground in Medicine King Valley, and a black stone was enshrined on the core array eye of the spiritual vein.
He was all too familiar with the aura emanating from that stone—it was a fragment of the "Boundary-Suppressing Stone," used in the cultivation world to seal off realms!
"I see."
Lu Yuan murmured in a low voice, his tone filled with icy killing intent, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: The depletion of spiritual energy on Earth is not a natural evolution, but rather because someone used the Boundary-Suppressing Stone to seal off the spiritual energy channels of Earth a thousand years ago, turning this planet into a giant cage!
These so-called reclusive sects are nothing more than watchdogs of those who set up the formations back then, guarding this cage, oppressing the secular world, plundering resources, and hindering the revival of Earth's spiritual energy!
Lu Yuan raised his head, his gaze fixed on the southwest sky. His voice was icy, carrying an undeniable authority that echoed through the mountains: "Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed, transforming into a black afterimage, and he vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving behind only corpses scattered all over the ground, a scene of utter devastation, and the desperate wails of the Medicine King Valley disciples, which echoed for a long time in the sky above the back mountain of Qixia...