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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 2: [Jiuli Insect Valley]
Chapter 35 (62): [The Only Chance of Survival]
(35th of Volume 2)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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The giant warship flying the "Sui" flag was only a hundred paces from the shore. Shi Jiuzhai sat facing the window. With his cultivation, he could clearly see Li Weiyi's face. A sense of familiarity stirred within him. After careful recollection, he realized it was the "little wolf cub" he had met in Burial Immortal Town.
He had completely misjudged the situation that day.
Who exactly was this person?
"How interesting!" Shi Jiuzhai murmured, then after a moment's thought, added, "I agree with Senior An. It's utterly inappropriate for two Five Seas Realm cultivators to crash a battle between Spring Surge Realm top Hundred Strong Warriors. Let's start a betting pool: will he manage to break through and escape?"
A betting pool?
Yang Qingxi sneered inwardly. She wasn't blind to the White-Robed Jushi and Shi Jiuzhai's intentions. They were clearly trying to protect the young man, deliberately creating an escape route for him.
Perhaps they valued his talent, or perhaps they were after the spiritual artifacts he possessed. Or maybe they had seen something she hadn't.
But one thing was certain: once the young man escaped, Coffin Mountain and the Earthwolf King's Army would hunt him down.
If she insisted on sending Xu Changlin and Tang Yan after him, she'd be openly defying the White-Robed Jushi and Shi Jiuzhai. If those two persisted and even intervened personally...
The situation would become far too embarrassing!.
Even if Li Weiyi had displayed such extraordinary combat prowess, Yang Qingxi still considered him insignificant. Any Five Seas Realm cultivator could easily kill him.
But now, not only did the Cangli Tribe take him seriously, but the White-Robed Jushi and Shi Jiuzhai also seemed to have their own agendas. Yang Qingxi naturally had to treat him with utmost caution.
"Since you two wish to watch the show, I wouldn't spoil your fun. He's just a Spring Surge Realm cultivator. In Li Province, the Sui Sect doesn't even need to send a Five Seas Realm cultivator to make him vanish into dust."
Yang Qingxi waved her hand, dismissing Xu Changlin and Tang Yan. Then she called out, "Xue Zheng!"
Xue Zheng, who stood guard at the main hall entrance, his entire body covered in silver metallic muscle and skin, stood with his hand on his sword, his eyes fixed on the Nine Springs Supreme, Li Qing, with a look of eager anticipation.
Hearing the summons from inside, Xue Zheng retracted his gaze, took two steps forward, and knelt on one knee before the main hall: "Young Mistress, rest assured. This subordinate will retrieve that man's head immediately and ensure he doesn't harm Young Master Yun."
Xue Zheng rose and looked toward the riverbank. He channeled his spiritual power, which transformed into a swirling mist of radiant clouds that spilled from his body.
Then, like a cannonball, he shot off the giant warship's deck, landing on the water surface some thirty meters away.
"Boom!"
The spiritual Qi clouds beneath his feet were so dense that he didn't sink.
He stood on the river's surface, sword in hand, and sprinted forward like a shooting star.
....
Li Weiyi charged toward the riverbank where the Silver Horned Elk Carriage had overturned. He channeled his spiritual power into his Silver Silk Gloves, determined to end the fight swiftly and prevent the pursuers behind him from closing in.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Yun, hidden in the shadows behind the carriage, seized his opportunity and leaped into the air.
He thrust out his sword!
Li Weiyi was already a dozen feet off the ground, his arm blurring into an afterimage as he met Yang Yun's attack head-on.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Blow after blow clashed, their figures shifting and dodging.
Moments later, Li Weiyi landed on the overturned carriage, having already used his Spirit Treasure Seizing Hand to retrieve the Yellow Dragon Sword. A surge of joy flooded his heart, like reuniting with a beloved treasure he thought lost forever.
In contrast, Yang Yun crashed awkwardly into the shallow water at the riverbank, his body smashing through the roof of a fishing boat's awning.
With a loud clang, the boat's lamp fell, and the fishing boat immediately burst into flames.
Suddenly, Li Weiyi felt a premonition. He glanced toward the center of the river, where the massive warship had remained motionless. A streak of silver light shot out from the deck, hurtling toward the riverbank where he stood.
Even from that distance, he could feel the opponent's fierce blade intent and killing intent. He also sensed that he was locked in the opponent's gaze.
"Xue Zheng, the fourth member of the Seven Springs Hall of Lizhou, the Silver Half-Immortal Physique, the Invincible Swordsman."
Though Xue Zheng's gaze locked onto Li Weiyi, making him deeply uncomfortable, the true source of his sense of impending danger lay in the giant warship.
A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind. Li Weiyi channeled his spiritual power into the Yellow Dragon Sword, leaping into the air and thrusting the blade directly at Yang Yun.
Perhaps only by capturing Yang Yun as a hostage before Xue Zheng arrived could he have a chance of survival tonight.
Yang Yun had naturally noticed Xue Zheng's arrival. Moreover, Shi Chuan Yu, Murong Xiao, and others were already closing in, having arrived even sooner. He only needed to hold off Li Weiyi for a breath or two, and the situation would be completely reversed.
"Excellent!"
Yang Yun stood in the water, the flames behind him casting a crimson glow. He laughed heartily, "The Eighth Spring Wind Palace contains a miniature Qi Sea, which is why those who open all Eight Springs are also known as the Five Seas. Today, I'll show you the true power of an Eight Springs Opening."
Yang Yun knew his previous mistake had been foolish: despite being unable to wield the spiritual artifact battle sword, he had stubbornly insisted on using it.
He would never repeat that error.
He channeled the spiritual power from all Eight Springs into his arm, preparing to unleash his Void-Piercing Fist, a technique he had cultivated for years.
The spiritual power on his fist shone like a bright star.
"Boom!"
With a single punch, the spiritual Qi in Yang Yun's Wind Palace Qi Sea was instantly depleted, surging into his arm to form a tangible fist strike shockwave that caused the air itself to explode with a deafening roar.
This was the trump card of an Eight Springs Opening Martial-Mystic Cultivator!
By exhausting all the spiritual Qi in his Wind Palace, he unleashed a single, ultimate attack that approached the power of the Five Seas Realm.
It was only one strike, but it was enough to reign supreme in the Spring Surge Realm.
Even though Li Weiyi had been mentally prepared, he was still sent flying backward by the force of the fist strike. It felt as if he had been struck by an invisible punch, and his internal organs ached. Fortunately, he had activated the Corpse Garment Soft Armor he wore beneath his clothes with his spiritual power, which greatly mitigated the impact of the shockwave.
After the Sixth Spring Opening, his spiritual power had reached a higher level. When he activated the Corpse Garment Soft Armor now, he could clearly feel a chilling sensation emanating from it.
The soft armor released wisps of air that swirled rapidly around his body.
Of course, in this situation, Li Weiyi had no time to remove his outer robe and examine it.
Yang Yun's smile quickly froze as he realized that Li Weiyi, instead of falling to the ground after being sent flying, was now stepping on thin air and returning to the attack.
This...
What kind of movement technique is this?
Li Weiyi's sword moved with the speed of a butcher slicing vegetables. In three consecutive strikes, the first severed Yang Yun's topknot, the second pierced his collarbone, and the third slashed across his thigh.
Finally, Li Weiyi clamped his five fingers around Yang Yun's neck, completely immobilizing him. With the slightest pressure, he could twist off Yang Yun's head.
"You can't kill me! My sister is on the ship! You won't get away..."
Yang Yun's face was pressed against the water, like a cat caught by the scruff of its neck. His face was deathly pale, and he dared not move a muscle, his previous arrogance and malice completely extinguished.
"Li Weiyi, release Young Master Yun, and I'll let you leave," Shi Chuan Yu shouted as he caught up.
Li Weiyi ignored him, his gaze fixed on the swift figure that had just crossed the river and entered the fishing boat area - a figure seemingly forged from silver.
"I need your permission to leave? Do you even have the right to say that?"
Li Weiyi crushed the last blood bag on his Scripture Belt. With one hand holding Yang Yun and the other wielding his sword, he charged toward Shi Chuan Yu, Murong Xiao, and the other figures closing in.
After a few breaths, Li Weiyi had broken through their encirclement and reached the embankment. He now bore several more wounds, blood streaming down his cheeks and arms.
Inside the dam, two more corpses of Seven Springs Martial-Mystic Cultivators lay.
Spiritual power erupted beneath his feet, transforming him into a phantom in the night.
He charged downstream along the riverbank, Yang Yun feeling as light as a feather in his arms.
Since Yang Qingxi was on the boat, jumping into the Sui River would be like walking into a trap.
"Even carrying someone, he can move this fast. He must have quite a few spiritual artifacts."
Xue Zheng, sword in hand, caught up to the riverbank.
Li Weiyi was already ten yards ahead.
It was easy to imagine that if he weren't carrying Yang Yun, his speed wouldn't be inferior to those Nine Springs Supremes, perhaps even comparable to some Five Seas Realm cultivators.
"So fast! No wonder he's ranked among the top five Spring Surge Realm cultivators in Li Province. Anyone who achieves such a ranking must possess extraordinary divine abilities."
Li Weiyi was struggling to figure out how to shake off Xue Zheng when he suddenly saw Yao ZhengSheng's four-meter-tall giant ape form standing like a wall in the middle of the road. Holding a thousand-catty iron staff, Yao ZhengSheng exuded the imposing aura of one man holding back ten thousand.
Li Weiyi was already covered in wounds, his body and spirit exhausted. Facing Yao ZhengSheng, a man with innate divine strength who had also mastered the Mountain-Splitting Staff Technique to the Heavenly Dao Law Convergence Realm, he felt like he had reached the end of the road.
Moreover, even if Yao ZhengSheng could only hold him off for a round or two, Xue Zheng, who was hot on his heels, would arrive in an instant.
How would he escape then?
Yao ZhengSheng's Mountain-Splitting Staff Technique, when combined with Heavenly Dao Law Convergence, was impossible to evade. He was trapped in a dead end.
But how could he hope to survive if he didn't overcome this obstacle?
Li Weiyi took a deep breath, his speed unwavering as he charged straight toward Yao ZhengSheng, who stood in the middle of the road. The Yellow Dragon Sword in his hand blazed with blinding light, and his gaze grew even more resolute.
Each barrier overcome leads to the next.
If a mountain stands before me, I will split it.
If the heavens block my path, I will cleave them open.
Twenty-four feet, twenty-one feet, eighteen feet...
The distance closed rapidly. Li Weiyi's blood boiled, his pores dilated, and his fighting spirit surged to its peak.
Twelve feet, nine feet.
In the final six feet, Li Weiyi let out a long roar that echoed across the Sui River. He leaped off the ground, his eyes fixed on Yao ZhengSheng's every subtle movement - his breath, his pores, his muscles - like a sword.
Yao ZhengSheng, though waiting in ambush, knew the young man before him was formidable and remained fully focused.
Spiritual Qi surged from his body as he swung his Thousand Catty iron staff, instantly entering the state of Heavenly Dao Law Convergence.
The staff crashed down like a collapsing mountain.
Eight winds converged, creating a terrifying spectacle.
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi, suspended in mid-air, saw only an endless sea before him, Yao ZhengSheng nowhere in sight.
Li Weiyi entered a state of the Law Convergence Realm of "Heaven and Earth, I Alone Am Supreme." He swung his sword straight down, the sword's light cleaving the sea and reaching toward the horizon.
"Pfft!"
Behind him, Xue Zheng, standing just four yards from the battlefield, watched the desperate clash between the two Law Convergence Realm experts.
In the end, Li Weiyi was just a hair faster. But that hair's breadth determined victory and death.
With a single strike, he cleaved away most of Yao ZhengSheng's head.
Li Weiyi, carrying Yang Yun, leaped over Yao ZhengSheng's corpse as a fountain of blood erupted from the severed head.
Xue Zheng stood four yards away, his Wind Palace spiritual Qi surging into his arms.
His entire body, from muscles to skin, glowed with a brilliant silver light. Rings of Qi energy radiated outward, sending dust billowing into the air and shattering the stone slabs beneath his feet.
He raised his sword above his head and slashed through the air.
A domineering sword light, unmatched in its ferocity, tore through the night like a black cloth.
"Whap-whap-whap!"
Where the sword light passed, a deep groove appeared in the stone slabs, stretching directly toward Li Weiyi four yards away.
After landing, Li Weiyi seemed completely unaffected, immediately plunging into the darkness.
Xue Zheng wore a look of bewilderment. He couldn't believe someone in the Spring Surge Realm could withstand his most powerful strike and still escape at full speed, even though the sword's energy had weakened considerably after traveling four yards.
.....
"You're still bleeding. Put me down quickly. You might still be able to escape." Yang Yun felt his hair sticking to his scalp, soaked with the blood gushing from Li Weiyi's mouth.
"You're slowing down. They'll catch up soon. Not just Xue Zheng, but also someone from the Five Seas Realm..."
Li Weiyi slapped Yang Yun unconscious with a single palm strike.
After charging over a dozen miles, the suburban houses gradually thinned out, giving way to vast fields of farmland shrouded in darkness.
On the other side, the sound of rushing water grew louder.
The giant warship on the Sui River was long out of sight.
Li Weiyi's vision blurred.
Having used the Corpse Garment Soft Armor to withstand Xue Zheng's fatal strike, he suffered severe internal injuries.
Combined with his external wounds and the extreme physical exhaustion from continuous fighting, he was relying solely on his will to survive and his unyielding fighting spirit to stay on his feet.
Without hesitation, he retrieved the Evil Camel Bell and channeled his spiritual power to shake it.
"Clang! Clang!"
"Whoosh!"
A colossal, three-to-four-meter-tall Camel, half-solid, half-ethereal, materialized in the chilling wind.
Li Weiyi mounted the creature, feeling as if he were riding on a cloud of cotton. He laid the unconscious Yang Yun across the Camel's back, then, concealed by the Ghost Banner's Nether Mist, urged the beast to gallop away at breakneck speed.
Xue Zheng, who had finally caught up, could only hear the faint sound of Camel Bells fading into the darkness.
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END OF CHAPTER
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