Chapter 43: Steady Rise to Power
Both were dressed in white, Du Ruhui in a white robe and Ye Lingxiao in white clothes. One was old and weary, with tired eyes, while the other was handsome and dignified, aloof and ethereal.But Du Ruh...Please attribute the source when reposting.
The Five Oceans are surging.
The Cloudtop Immortal Palace was trembling.
The chubby white cloud boy was so excited that his face was flushed red.
Below the celestial palace, the azure clouds finally coalesced into shape.
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"Who's next" Zheng Fei walked among the crowd, asking in a low voice.
“Who is it” Li Shou agreed.
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Every person he saw avoided his gaze.
Zheng Fei chuckled and suddenly lowered his head, looking at Feng Ming who was lying on the ground.
"Or maybe it's you" he said.
“No, no, I’m not suitable!” Feng Ming widened his eyes in terror, but he couldn’t move.
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"What do you think Is he a good fit" The swallow turned to ask Liang Jiu.
Liang Jiu lowered his head: "I don't know..."
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Zheng Fei certainly wouldn't care if it was suitable or not, whether he was afraid or not. Instead, he laughed even brighter and took steps towards him.
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The two veins of cultivators from the Feng Ming nearby, including his friends and blood relatives, stood silently aside.
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Make enough space.
Let Zheng Fei get closer.
That obese figure, shrouded in the breath of death, approached in an irresistible manner.
Feng Ming completely collapsed.
"Father! Father!"
He even cried out: "Where are you! Save me, save me, Father!"
But...no one will ever respond to him again.
His father, who always protected him and gave him the best conditions and opportunities within his reach, had already died before him.
"Damn trash, shut up!"
The blood-eyed demon was suddenly enraged for some unknown reason, surging towards this side with a flash of cold light from the dagger in his hand.
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The expression was fierce and terrifying.
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“Shut up!” he growled.
The wicked demon slowed his pace, seemingly unwilling to stop.
Feng Ming might first die at the hands of the demon of self-reflection, before being boiled in a cauldron.
Shouldn't he be honored that two demonic cultivators killed him, such an ordinary cultivator
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For right now, Jiang Wang had decided to act.
He flung off his cloak and stepped out of the place where he had been hiding for so long.
His posture was so ordinary, his steps so slow, but with every step he took, a blue cloud would appear and vanish in the air.
Mingming was walking on flat ground, but in a blink of an eye, he appeared before Feng Ming.
Too fast! Too sudden!
“Who!”
"You're looking for death!"
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Heartless man Mo Fang He Ling turned his dagger, and the wicked man Zheng Fei suddenly took a step forward to reach out.
Jiang Wang suddenly lifted the still-crying Feng Ming, took another step, and his Qingyun dispersed. In a blink of an eye, he had ascended hundreds of feet into the air!
The sky is as flat as the ground, why make it difficult to ascend to heaven.
Sorcery—a shortcut to the top!
The swallow released her grip on Liang Jiu's shoulder and stood up.
Li Shou let out a sly grin and chased after Yunxiao in one stride.
Jiang Wang took another step, the faint blue clouds dissipated, and he had collided with the ghostly mist shrouding the Qingyun Pavilion mountain gate.
Flames suddenly burst forth.
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The blazing Samādhi True Fire surged forth, instantly extinguishing the ghastly wails and burning away the black mist. It cleared the heavens and restored the peaceful night. The ghostly array that shrouded the Qingyun Pavilion's gate vanished in an instant.
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"Run for your lives!"
Jiang Wang shouted loudly, taking several steps in a row. The clouds of blue mist dispersed, and his figure had vanished into the distance.
Among the Qingyun Sect cultivators who remained at the mountain gate, those from the Feng and Chi lineages who were awaiting their deaths suddenly dispersed in a frenzy.
Among those cultivators from outside the Feng and Chi clans, some turned and fled, some stood frozen in place, and some, astonishingly, even tried to intercept the Feng and Chi clan cultivators. Because the demons had said that for every Feng and Chi clan cultivator who escaped, two of these outsiders would have to die.
The demonic figure, obese and towering, rose into the sky. With a twirl of his steel blade, a menacing slash carved its way around the Qingyun Pavilion mountain gate in an instant.
The ground cracked, and giant rocks split apart.
A huge and clear gully encircles the entire Qingyun Pavilion mountain gate.
“This line!”
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He roared ferociously, “Whoever steps forward dies!”
Li Shou chased Jiang Wang, but he couldn't catch up. He turned around and said, "Who can run faster!"
With a question in his heart, the demonic figure of He Fang silently followed behind the most distant Qingyun Pavilion cultivator, catching up to him and severing his neck. Then he gouged out his heart and liver.
The swallows, hearing Jiang Wang's shouts, abandoned their pursuit. They turned in the vast sky, their forms flitting like ghosts around the Qingyun Pavilion gate.
Dropping four corpses, four voices synthesized into one, crashing to the ground.
Everything was quiet.
The chaotic scene was instantly frozen, as if an invisible giant hand had slapped everything back into place.
The array of ghostly mist has dissipated, and within the mountain gate, hundreds of Qingyun Pavilion cultivators are nowhere to be seen fleeing.
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If they all dispersed and fled, even if the four of them were incredibly powerful, it would be impossible to stop them all. At least half could escape.
But in fact, no one escaped.
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The last chance for escape that Jiang Wang had risked his life to create, vanished without mercy.
Sometimes, the people who imprison us are not those outside of us, but those within our own hearts!
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"Toys" Zheng Fei turned his head to ask Li Shou.
"Seems like it!" Li Shou nodded.
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Zheng Fei leaped up and said, “This is fun!”
"Hurry and cook the blood." The swallow reminded.
Zheng Fei turned his head and looked earnestly at the swallow. Although there was nothing to see behind the mask, he asked: "We can't run fast, why don't you continue chasing"
The swallow's voice was shy and timid: "He looks so scary, I'm afraid to chase him up, I might not be able to beat him."
Zheng Fei's face contorted in anger before she suddenly roared, "Have you become so fat that your brains are mush Someone has escaped! You're running out of time! Keep chasing, keep playing, chasing what Playing with yourself! I can't get the Blood of Balance, watch as the Big Boss slays you with his sword!"
Zheng Fei was scolded head and shoulders, but he didn't say anything. Whether it was Yanzi's true anger that made him back down, or the threat about the boss, he decided to endure it.
In short, he immediately extinguished his rage and turned back, grabbing two cultivators from the Sealed Pool and Two Meridians with one hand and shoving them directly into the cauldron.
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Li Shou looked at Zheng Fei, then at Swallow, then at Zheng Fei again, then at Swallow again, and finally shook his head. He perhaps had some realization, or maybe he just thought that shaking his head now made him look smarter.
And Fang He Ling stood outside the open space, silently watching all of this, not saying a word.
After killing a fleeing Qingyunting cultivator, he remained in this pose.
Of course he recognized Jiang Wang, of course he recognized Jiang Wang!
Even though it was just a brief encounter, even though I only heard one word.
How could he not recognize Jiang Wang
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His first official showdown using his extraordinary powers was against Jiang Wang.
...and he lost decisively.
At that time, the sword strike on his face made him feel humiliated and he nearly collapsed.
Thinking about it later, I only felt...how insignificant. Could that even be considered shame or pain
That was when he was with his cousin, and they were known as the Five Heroes of Maple Forest, high-ranking disciples from the outer sect of Chengdao Academy.
He had known it for a long time, been familiar with it for a long time...
Later, he often reminisced about the past, vaguely remembering that a long time ago, his relationship with his cousin Fang Pengju had been very good.
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He often ran after his cousin, practicing swordsmanship and martial arts with him meticulously.
That was the person he idolized, the target he chased after.
But later, why became so cold
Was it when he first realized the importance of resources and discovered that his tribe's resources were controlled by his father
Was that the first time his cousin lost his temper and yelled at him, calling him a bastard just like his fatherLater on, did he deliberately act disdainful towards Pengju as if to crush the initial admiration, tearing away the shadow that loomed over his head
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He doesn't know the answer.
He didn't know the answer, but he still often thought about it.
He had thought about it many times.
Because of the past, this place, old friends... all I can do is reminisce.
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