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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 2: [Jiuli Insect Valley]
Chapter 32 (59): [A Needle to Tanzhong]
(32nd of Volume 2)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Hearing the magnetic voice from outside, Yang Qingxi couldn't tell if it was an act or genuine.
A blush of youthful spring fever bloomed in her calm eyes as she chuckled: "Those old mens all left the city last night. Young Master Long is the heir of an Ancient Myriad Sect. To dare come to Li Province alone to scheme such grand affairs... his courage is far beyond what Qingxi can compare to."
In front of these ancient clans, even as the leading figure of the Yang Clan's younger generation, even with her aloof arrogance, Yang Qingxi could only fawn and flatter.
Young Master Long stood on the deck, beneath the eaves of the ship's tower, where a lantern bearing a painting of a court lady hung.
The light emanating from the lantern was distorted by an invisible field around him, unable to reach him, making him appear to be perpetually standing in shadow.
It was the power of a mysterious and formidable aura.
His gaze was fixed on the fierce pursuit unfolding on the shore.
On the opposite bank of the Sui River, near the Mangshan Mountain Range, dense forests and thick undergrowth concealed all light, leaving only the towering silhouettes of the mountains reaching into the clouds.
Shi Jiuzhai and a plump boy of fifteen or sixteen emerged from the dense woods, gazing at the massive warship in the center of the river, its flag emblazoned with the character "Sui."
"Yang Qingxi is truly mad," Shi Jiuzhai couldn't help but curse, "Stopping her boat here is a complete disregard for the Prefectural Governor's Office and the Jiu Li Clan. The Yang Clan and the Sui Sect have truly come to see themselves as the masters of Li Province over these years, even more arrogant than our Earthwolf King's Army."
The chubby young man chuckled: "Ninth Brother, Yang Qingxi is a Pure Immortal Physique, and they say she's breathtakingly beautiful. If she were to let you spend a night with her, I guarantee you'd never curse her again."
"Wouldn't it be even more exciting to curse her while sleeping with her?" Shi Jiuzhai grinned.
"Fighting while you're at it?"
"Haha! You're still so young, don't let Liu Si and the others corrupt you!"
Shi Jiuzhai laughed, his eyes narrowing.
In the distance, a small black-sailed boat emerged from the city and was approaching the warship in the middle of the river. Rowing the boat was a burly, bearded monk in a red cassock.
"They've arrived! Let's go too."
A gray cloud of spiritual Qi formed beneath Shi Jiuzhai's feet. He stepped onto the river's surface, each stride covering several dozen feet.
The chubby young man followed closely behind.
Shi Jiuzhai and the chubby young man leaped onto the massive warship. They glanced at the noble figure standing on the deck at the bow before heading straight into the main hall.
Yang Qingxi's smile vanished, replaced by a cold snort: "Shi Jiuzhai, your Earthwolf King's Army can't even handle a simple task. Not only did you fail to seize the coffin and kill the target, but you also exposed your identities. Your incompetence ruined our plan to incite conflict between the Buddha's Salvation Bandits and the Jiu Li Clan. How dare you show your face in Li Province?"
Yang Qingxi was, of course, a participant in the plan.
Her and Yang Yun's appearance in Yaoguan had been to await news and handle the aftermath.
Otherwise, how could they have so conveniently encountered Li Ling?
The Snow Wolf King's blunder was indeed serious. Fortunately, Shi Jiuzhai's return with news of the Immortal Star had partially redeemed him.
Naturally, Shi Jiuzhai wouldn't bring up this embarrassing failure in front of Yang Qingxi.
He simply chuckled dismissively: "That whole plan was flawed from the start. Have you seen how timid the Jiu Li Clan has become? Even if we had slaughtered all the coffin bearers of the Cangli Tribe a month ago in Burial Immortal Town, they wouldn't have dared declare war on Xu Fodu. Unless... we wiped out the entire Cangli Tribe, perhaps then we might have provoked their fighting spirit..."
"Is there any point in saying this now? You can't pull the same trick again. The Earthwolf King's Army needs to give us an explanation," Yang Qingxi said.
Shi Jiuzhai sat beside her, facing the shimmering river and the fierce fighting on the distant shore: "Of course there's an explanation. Let me introduce a new friend who wants to join the game."
Yang Qingxi sensed something and turned her gaze to the opposite cabin wall. Through the crack in the window, she saw several figures who had boarded the ship at some point, now advancing along the corridor toward the main door.
Her eyes turned icy: "How could you bring people here without permission?"
The burly monk in a red cassock had already reached the door. His deep voice resonated: "Your attempts to stir up conflict are nothing more than cheap tricks. Do you really think the world is full of fools? If you want to seize the world, you'll have to fight with real swords and spears. Coffin Mountain wants a share of Li Province. Martial Uncle, please come inside!"
"No, I'll just stay out here and enjoy the breeze."
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Li Weiyi fought his way to the Sui River, his clothes soaked in blood - his own and, more profusely, his enemies'.
His most serious injury was a long arrow shot by Murong Xiao that grazed his shoulder blade, possibly dislocating the bone.
The pain was excruciating.
If he had not been wearing Corpse Garment Soft Armor beneath his clothes, the arrow would have pierced through him instead of merely grazing him.
He had just leaped into the air, intending to dive into the Sui River.
"Swish!"
A metal whip nearly ten yards long, like a slithering serpent, shot out from a pitch-black, unlit fishing boat and wrapped around his left leg. He was yanked downward, his body plummeting uncontrollably toward the boat.
Two figures wielding fishing spears emerged from the boat.
They were no ordinary fishermen.
These were gang leaders who had been lurking at the Sui River docks, both Seven Springs Martial-Mystic Cultivators, waiting for an opportunity to scavenge.
Li Weiyi strained to control his descent, slashing his sword to sever the metal whip wrapped around his leg.
Simultaneously, he somersaulted in midair to dodge the two incoming fishing spears.
"Whoosh!"
In this life-or-death moment, he unleashed a sword strike from above, as if a true god were cleaving a mountain in two.
The "Taiyi Opens the Sea" technique had reached the Heavenly Dao Law Convergence Realm, severing the metal fishing spears in both men's hands and even lopping off one man's arm.
The sheer power of the sword strike left the two men on the boat utterly terrified, frozen in place.
Li Weiyi landed in the shallow water beneath the boat, completely exhausted.
Just as he managed to stand up, a fierce wind roared behind him.
Yao ZhengSheng charged forward, wielding a Thousand Catty iron rod, his body moving like a silver-backed giant ape leaping through the air.
"Boom!"
The rod slammed into the fishing boat's bow, shattering it into splinters that flew through the air as waves churned around the wreckage.
Li Weiyi had barely managed to dodge the blow.
Lu Shen, another Hundred Strong Warrior ranked even higher than Yao ZhengSheng, leaped from his Silver Horned Elk Carriage, covering a distance of several dozen feet.
His tiger-like Aberrant claws, each as large as a palm fan, slammed down toward Li Weiyi's head.
He was a Tiger-like Aberrant Humanoid.
There were only so many types of Ancient Immortal Giant Beasts, and Aberrant Humanoid types tended to cluster in the same regions.
For example, Li Province had a high proportion of Tiger-like and Ape-like Aberrant Humanoids.
Lu Shen's "Demon-Subduing Tiger Claws" had reached the Heavenly Dao Law Convergence Realm. Even at his peak, Li Weiyi wouldn't have been able to dodge it.
Reluctantly, he had no choice but to meet the attack head-on.
"Bang!"
The two palms collided with a resounding impact.
Li Weiyi vomited blood and was sent flying backward, crashing through the hull of the wooden ship behind him. His body was nearly embedded in the wood.
"Swish!"
Yang Yun, seated in the Silver Horned Elk Carriage, seized the opportunity. The three-inch blade in his hand shot out, piercing Li Weiyi's neck and completely piercing the seven- or eight-meter-long wooden ship.
Its sharpness was truly astonishing.
Yang Yun had aimed for Li Weiyi's throat, but the blow had been dodged.
Blood gushed from the right side of Li Weiyi's neck, but he had no time to attend to it. His gaze was fixed on the three-meter-tall Tiger-like Aberrant Lu Shen, who was charging at him. The creature's massive form seemed to fill his entire field of vision.
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi ripped off the Ghost Banner draped over his shoulders and spun it, instantly summoning a swirling cloud of black Nether Mist.
Lu Shen's vision was obscured, and the frigid chill of the Nether Mist pierced his bones, filling him with a sense of extreme danger.
But now, leaping through the air, he had no choice but to press forward, forcing his claw down toward the Ghost Banner.
Beneath the banner, the Yellow Dragon Sword flashed out like lightning.
No matter how strong his tiger claw defense, how could it possibly withstand a spiritual artifact?
The claw was pierced.
Lu Shen grunted in pain, gritting his teeth as he stumbled backward in disarray.
Ignoring his myriad injuries, Li Weiyi leaped onto the wooden ship and, sword in hand, charged toward the deep waters of the Sui River beyond the fleet.
Shi Chuan Yu was already waiting ahead, his back to the Sui River. His long beard fluttered in the breeze, giving him an air of leisurely composure as he smiled: "Do you think jumping into the river will save you? If a skilled Spiritual Mind Master is present, they can pinpoint your approximate location even if you're at the bottom of the river."
Li Weiyi stopped three meters across from Shi Chuan Yu, standing on the roof of a fishing boat's cabin. His gaze swept the area, quickly spotting Master Qi, the Insect Tamer, hiding within another fishing boat.
In addition, several Seven Springs Martial-Mystic Cultivators, armed and concealed in different cabins, lay in ambush.
Li Weiyi's earlier display of ferocious combat prowess, where he had swiftly slain several Seven Springs Martial-Mystic Cultivators, had terrified them.
They dared not make any rash moves, waiting for a more opportune moment to strike.
Behind him, Yao ZhengSheng and Lu Shen approached from the left and right.
Murong Xiao descended from the sky, retracting her black wings and landing atop a mast.
Only one arrow remained.
"The Five Seas Pill is mine," Yao ZhengSheng declared, striding forward.
He unleashed his Mountain-Splitting Staff Technique, a manifestation of Heavenly Dao Law Convergence. The thousand-catty iron staff transformed into a divine pillar, leaving Li Weiyi no room to evade.
Li Weiyi could only meet the attack head-on.
"Bang!"
The sword and staff collided, unleashing a tidal wave of force.
Li Weiyi's right hand couldn't grip the Yellow Dragon Sword. The longsword was knocked loose by the force, flying out of his grasp. His body was sent flying several dozen feet by the spiritual power contained within the Thousand Catty iron rod, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood.
With a loud "boom," Li Weiyi crashed heavily onto the deck of a fishing boat, shattering its canopy.
Lying on his back, he felt as if every bone in his body had broken.
"Good!"
"Since you won't show yourself, I'll have to rely on myself..."
Li Weiyi had been waiting for the so-called Guardian Wife to appear, but since she hadn't, he hesitated no longer.
No matter how dangerous it was, he had no other choice now!
As several Hundred Strong Warriors charged toward him, Li Weiyi's eyes sharpened with laser-like intensity. He swiftly retrieved the Spring-Breaking Needle he had prepared long ago, held it between his fingers, and plunged it into his chest at the Tanzhong point.
Immediately, the Five Springs within him erupted simultaneously, channeling spiritual power into his sixty Veins, all converging at his chest.
This was Master Guan's brutal secret technique: Combined Spring Wall-Breaking.
Li Weiyi would never have dared to use this technique unless absolutely necessary. The Tanzhong point was a vital life gate, and even attempting to break through the Sixth Spring normally was extremely dangerous.
Using both the Spring-Breaking Needle and Combined Spring Wall-Breaking was tantamount to suicide.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
Yao ZhengSheng, Lu Shen, and Shi Chuan Yu, three of the Hundred Strong Warriors, charged forward the fastest, leading the pack as they lunged toward the fishing boat, each vying for Li Weiyi's head.
"Boom!"
In the next instant, a silver radiance briefly illuminated the night sky.
The three Hundred Strong Warriors who had charged forward were sent flying backward by three palm strikes from Li Weiyi, who lay on the boat. They tumbled like straw men, crashing in three different directions.
One landed on the boat, another plunged into the water, and the third snapped the mast.
Yang Yun, who had just picked up the Yellow Dragon Sword, stared in astonishment.
He saw that Li Weiyi, who had been beaten into submission, had risen to his feet. He stood on the splintered, sinking fishing boat, his Silver Silk Gloves radiating brilliant silver light.
The Spring-Breaking Needles that had pierced his Tanzhong had completely melted, and a vast, surging torrent of spiritual power erupted from his chest like a volcanic eruption from the Sixth Spring.
"What are you standing around for? Come on, let's see whose blood will stain the Sui River first today!"
Li Weiyi glared at Yang Yun and the other pursuers, his posture growing increasingly erect, all fatigue and pain replaced by a surging battle spirit within him.
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END OF CHAPTER
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