193: Chapter 62: Battle of the Yang God 193: Chapter 62: Battle of the Yang God Today, Great Chu Imperial City welcomed a martial artist dressed in coarse hemp.
This martial artist did not put on airs, did not ride the Dragon Horse Giant Carriage, nor did he tread on a flying sword.
Alone and unaccompanied, he entered the Imperial City through the city gate, chatting and laughing with vegetable vendors and merchants along the way.
He even rewarded an elderly Body Refiner who was performing on the streets.
However, just moments later, several guards in black armor appeared respectfully and politely invited him to come to the palace for a talk.
An hour later.
The Island Master of Wangyou Island sat in a secluded and quiet attic of the palace, overlooking a pond full of golden and glittering koi fish.
Casually throwing some fish food, he could see hundreds of shimmering waves leap from the water’s surface.
Opposite the tea table sat an old man with white hair.
The old man wore a bright red robe; although his hair and beard were white, his demeanor was full of vitality, and his eyes seemed to contain the sun and the moon.
He personally poured a cup of tea and handed it to the middle-aged man.
“The mighty Island Master of Wangyou comes to the Great Chu Imperial City.
Why didn’t you notify us in advance?” the old man said with a smile, “Today, the Holy Empress has many trivial matters and probably can’t meet with you.”
“No matter,” the Island Master of Wangyou replied cheerfully, “After all, my visit this time isn’t exactly for a visit.”
“Oh?”
The old man raised an eyebrow and asked, “What do you mean by that?”
“Old State Preceptor, stop pretending.
Isn’t it tiring to feign ignorance?” the Island Master of Wangyou lifted his teacup, slowly sipped it all, and said with a smile, “When a martial artist visits, what else could it be for…
of course, it’s to challenge to a duel.”
The words ‘challenge to a duel’ echoed throughout the attic.
Layers of mist caused the koi fish to leap out.
“Splash!”
As the mist cleared, the old man holding the teacup had a somewhat helpless look in his eyes.
The State Preceptor rebuked sternly, “You really insist on challenging someone in the Great Chu Imperial City, having to be so arrogant about it?”
“Actually, I’ve wanted to fight this duel for many years,” the Island Master of Wangyou chuckled unfazedly.
“I’ve long heard that the Imperial Family of Great Chu has a ‘martial genius,’ a key figure in the Dachu Dynasty’s resistance against the martial forces of Nanli, even called a ‘martial exiled immortal.’ Had I not married too early, and my wife not stopped me, I would have come to challenge more than a decade ago.”
“But fortunately, ten years are merely a blink for us.
I believe he has been waiting for this fight for a long time as well.”
“…”
The State Preceptor’s face looked troubled.
“I’m a blunt man, not adept at drinking tea or enjoying the scenery,” the Island Master of Wangyou leaned half his body against the loft’s window sill and calmly said, “But just because my wife respects this library, I am sitting here with you.
Perhaps the moment I stepped into the Imperial City, that guy sensed it too, right?
Today, if the Holy Empress does not intervene, can you really stop it alone?”
“If you two really want to fight, indeed I cannot stop it,” the State Preceptor said helplessly.
He held the teacup with both hands, gazing at the sinking tea leaves, and gently asked, “But tell me honestly, this conversation today, no third person will know…
did you come to the Imperial City truly just to exchange martial skills and specifically to challenge, or do you have another purpose?”
Upon hearing this, the Island Master of Wangyou grinned, “If I said it’s just for an exchange, would you believe me yourself?”
The State Preceptor looked conflicted.
“My wife is fond of Chen Jingxuan and Xie Xuanyi,” the Island Master of Wangyou stretched out two fingers and then slowly tapped one.
He said meaningfully, “The Jiangning Xie Family has been prospering under the Dachu Dynasty’s domain, undoubtedly under the protection of that ‘martial exiled immortal.’ Due to my wife’s feelings, I’ve always disliked the Jiangning Xie Family, but it’s not right to bully juniors.
Fighting a duel today with the person behind the Xie Family is also a way to stand up for my wife.”
“Just as I thought…”
The State Preceptor sighed deeply, then sternly cautioned, “Remember, your words today must not be mentioned to anyone once you leave here, especially ‘that person’!”
“Don’t worry, I’m smart enough not to touch that back luck,” the Island Master of Wangyou stood up, smiling.
“These things…
are all arranged by my wife.”
The next moment,
The figure of the middle-aged martial artist suddenly stilled; he looked doubtfully in a certain direction far from the Imperial City.
In the Yang God Realm, martial artists have blood and vitality like the sea.
Even though he was disguised, as long as the distance was short enough, he could still sense others…
the moment the Island Master of Wangyou entered the Imperial City, he sensed the overwhelming vitality of the “martial exiled immortal.” Similarly, the other party also remotely locked onto his energy, just waiting for the formal challenge.
But just then, an unfamiliar “Divine Thought,” unseen for a long time, swept through the Imperial City.
The Island Master of Wangyou’s expression changed.
He looked puzzledly at the State Preceptor.
The State Preceptor, who had been sitting, suddenly stood up, his eyebrows nearly flying off his face in disbelief, looking towards the direction of the martial exiled immortal.
Although he had completely handed over the library to his beloved disciple Chen Jingxuan, the entire Great Chu Imperial City was still meticulously arranged with lines of fate.
At any time, he could listen to the voices of fate throughout the city—
Just that moment,
The State Preceptor heard the operation sounds of the Imperial City’s Dragon Vein Formation and suddenly a sharp, piercing sound transmitted.
It was the sound of someone crushing an Imperial Family’s Jade Talisman, sending out a call for help to the owner of the talisman.
That sound headed towards the location of the martial exiled immortal.
It indicated someone had crushed the Jade Talisman given by the “martial exiled immortal,” sending a plea for help to the talisman’s owner.
This was not unusual.
What truly surprised him was—
After the shattering of the Jade Talisman, the sound of the Divine Thought that resounded came from a very old, very familiar “acquaintance.”
Although it had been ten years since he last heard it,
it still felt familiar.
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Sword Cultivators ask about swords, and martial artists inquire about fists.
The two most unreasonable groups usually choose this way to resolve disputes.
In a martial arts training ground in the northern suburbs of Great Chu Imperial City,
The sun was high in the sky.
Only one person sat alone on a high platform, his back to a giant drum, his energy as deep as the sea, his black robe fluttering in the wind.
The moment the Island Master of Wangyou entered Great Chu Imperial City,
The martial exiled immortal was ready for battle.
His spirit had already adjusted to its peak condition, ready to punch out the moment the Wangyou Island Master issued an invitation…
Of course, two Yang Gods could not blatantly brawl in the Imperial City.
Even leaving the city, a battle between Yang Gods would turn tens of miles around into scorched earth.
The physical bodies of the Yang God martial artists could easily shatter the void.
In just an instant, the two could sweep up to the heavens and take the void as their battlefield.
Unfortunately.
The old State Preceptor had sent someone to intercept the Wangyou Island Master in advance, inviting him for tea in hopes of quelling the battle.
Wu Zhexian quietly waited for a moment.
Despite being tens of miles away, he could feel…the escalating battle intent within the palace.
He knew this battle would not be interrupted.
Once the tea party ended and the scenery was admired, the battle would soon arrive.
As the Wangyou Island Master stood up, so did he, as if the two shared a “spiritual connection,” preparing to embark on their duel.
But, in that moment, a crisp and unusual sound suddenly emerged from the Mei Xin Cave Heaven in Wu Zhexian’s brow, arresting the Yang God martial artist’s expressions into a bizarre and complex look.
He sensed the direction of the shattered Jade Talisman.
Coming from the Da Sui Sword Palace.
Lotus Peak.
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Lotus Peak courtyard.
Countless Phoenix Fires dispersed.
Jiang Huang, her complexion pale, fell amidst the dust, unconscious.
When the Qing Sun envoy took out the Jade Talisman, Xie Xuanyi decided to gamble everything.
He summoned the Sword Qi Cave Heaven, a multitude of golden lights enveloped “Chen Ke,” intentionally bursting Sword Sounds.
He wanted to bet whether the Qing Sun crushing the talisman was faster, or his sword strike quicker.
But the Sword Intent of “Chen Ke,” before even leaving the Cave Heaven, was suppressed back by an overwhelmingly powerful Divine Thought.
With a boom!
The entire courtyard was bathed in ultimate brightness in an instant, as if a ten thousand zhang heavenly light had descended, tearing the array patterns apart in an instant.
This terrifying presence stirred the entire courtyard as if it would uproot the estate together with the ground beneath it.
But strangely, after a moment of dazzling brightness, all returned to ultimate silence.
The ten thousand zhang heavenly light cascaded like fireflies.
If one looked closely, they would discover…the array patterns hadn’t shattered; there wasn’t even a scratch.
As if it was all an illusion.
But.
In the courtyard, a towering figure clad in a Lotus Robe had suddenly appeared.
The Qing Sun envoy’s hand, ready to crush the Imperial City Jade Talisman.
Was held in that man’s hand.
All his movements were forcibly interrupted at this moment.
“…”
Xie Xuanyi stared blankly at the figure before him, with myriad emotions welling up in his chest; he couldn’t utter a single word at this moment.
The Qing Sun envoy opened his mouth, attempting to say something.
But sadly, the attempt ended in failure.
It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to say; he simply couldn’t utter a word.
“Hu la la.”
A faint wind swept through the courtyard, fluttering Xie Xuanyi’s clothes and brushing against Jiang Huang’s cheeks, carrying away a few dry leaves, a few falling petals…
But this breeze, landing on the Qing Sun envoy’s shoulders, felt as heavy as mountains.
The Qing Sun envoy felt as if the entire world was collapsing.
He kneeled heavily on the ground, gazing up at the towering Lotus Robe, his eyes shifting from confusion to fear.
Indeed, as a mere Yin God of the eleventh realm.
In front of the Sword Palace Master of the Da Sui Sword Palace, he had no right to speak.
The elderly man in the Lotus Robe, his expression calm, watched the man kneeling before him.
He knew what this man wanted to do…
Crush the Jade Talisman.
Thus…it would allow a certain Yang God from the Great Chu Imperial City to send a shred of Divine Thought.
His expression serene, he slowly exerted force.
“Crack…”
The sound of bones shattering echoed over the courtyard.
He crushed Qing Sun’s hand.
He also shattered the Jade Talisman.
The Jade Talisman, containing the pure blood essence of the Dachu imperial family, transmitted a thought to its owner through the Dragon Vein Formation upon shattering.
In just an instant.
This Jade Talisman crossed thousands of miles, connecting the space between Lotus Peak and the Great Chu Imperial City.
Once the Jade Talisman shattered, it enabled a conversation through Divine Thoughts.
Usually, this Jade Talisman was given to important juniors or persons of noble and invaluable life.
If ever they faced danger.
The owner of the Jade Talisman could intervene immediately—
But today, this Jade Talisman had completely lost its function.
The elderly man in the Lotus Robe, hands behind his back, no longer looking at the man in agony rolling on the ground, expressionlessly watched the faint luminescence emitted from the shattered Jade Talisman.
He directed his voice towards the space connected by the talisman.
Two sentences in total.
The first was, “I am Zhao Chunyang.”
The second was even more straightforward and blunt.
“Are you coming here, or shall I go there?”
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(PS: Tonight’s third update will be a bit late, those who don’t stay up late should not wait.)