69novels Chapter 370 - 233: Heaven Has Fallen—Who Shall Rise?
Chapter 370 - 233: Heaven Has Fallen—Who Shall Rise?
"Meridian Sword Sect? Oh, do you know a Sword Madman named Chunyu Cultivator?"
Qiu Changtian paced back and forth, chattering incessantly, while he planted coffin nails dug up from the Corpse Nurturing Land at various locations.
"I have sparred with him. He slashed me with a sword, and I gave him a slap. I suppose it was a draw."
Ninghai Zen chuckled at the mention of Chunyu Cultivator’s name, which left a deep impression on him:
"The ’Great Five Elements Reversed Sword Scripture’ of the Meridian Sword Sect truly has its unique qualities. It can be extremely lethal and fierce."
Qiu Changtian advised earnestly:
"Lao Ning, you need to change that bad habit. It’s said not to strike the face. At least you’re a Four Cultivation Grandmaster, yet you keep aiming for people’s faces. It’s hardly the conduct of a Martial Artist."
Ninghai Zen dismissed it, standing proud and justified:
"What do you know? Among all martial arts, this is the Slap Divine Skill.
Just think about it, those Sword Cultivators are all dressed in white, looking great, with Three-foot Cyan Sword Qi crisscrossing boldly, how elegant?
Since we can’t win much in martial arts, we need to regain our ground in momentum.
I can withstand his sword at most with some injuries, but when he gets my slap, ending up with a swollen pig head, will he not have to be wary of this move next time we duel?
It looks like a draw, but actually, I slightly came out ahead."
Qiu Changtian’s eye twitched:
"Do you even calculate such insignificant details?"
Ninghai Zen scorned with a "Summer insect cannot discuss ice" tone, looking upward:
"The world’s heroes are like carp crossing the river; why do you assume you can always swing mightily and decisively, defeating the enemy?
In martial arts, it’s about life and death. Only the living one has the right to speak.
Thus, Tongwen Hall has this rule: if obstructed or challenged, we must do our utmost to eliminate them, proving our cultivation.
When Martial Artists kill, they contest for every inch, employing any means to kill them is the greatest respect."
Qiu Changtian sighed, truly uneasy to have such an opponent as Ninghai Zen.
Disgracing martial virtues, unrestrained, with extraordinary talent.
When weak, they just retreat for three to five years before seeking vengeance.
If able to eliminate completely, they do not hesitate.
A definite doom-bringer!
"Fortunately, it’s unrelated to the Observatory Tower."
Having completed setting up the final killing array, Qiu Changtian felt a heartache.
This time, he almost exhausted all his possessions, sparing no expense to prepare eight or nine extremely perilous Grand Sacrificial Rites.
Some can incite the Earth Lung Poison Fire, some gather Primordial Magnetic Heavy Evil, some invoke Heart Demon illusions...
"Those old ghosts have eyed me for years, each eyeing the Fallen Immortal Mansion!
Must bruise and batter them, making them bleed to release anger!
Lao Ning, you should leave first, this time I’ll really go for it!"
Standing on the small mound, Ninghai Zen watched Qiu Changtian clap his hands, peeling off the purple Talisman Paper stuck all over his body, grinning his teeth:
"Lao Qiu, be careful not to get struck dead!"
Taking heed of the advice, he quickly vanished, stamping his foot, leaping through the Inner Scenic Land like an apparition.
In Yihai Prefecture, few things made him worry, and Qiu Changtian’s terrible streak of bad luck was definitely among them.
Even Zhao Pijiang, who ascended to become a Divine Power Giant, avoided him, let alone others.
"Master! Anything else you’d like to say, such as where you’ve hidden your treasures? Otherwise, being buried without good trinkets in the coffin, it’s so meager!"
The scruffy, multicolored donkey dropped a line then bolted several thousand miles away.
Considering its master’s dreadful jinx, it remained uneasy, scraping the earth with all four hooves to bury itself deep underground.
With eighty-one purple Talisman Papers peeled off, Qiu Changtian sat cross-legged on the ground, heads looking toward the vast void.
A surge of violent momentum came rushing like a tide, transforming into a vast swath of dark clouds, with golden chains interwoven within, emitting a terrifying aura.
"Dear heavens! This is even more exaggerated than a Grandmaster’s tribulation!"
The donkey trembled all over, burrowing further into the earth, intending to bury itself deeper by ten more feet.
Rumble!
Lightning and thunder, wildly interweaving, like a vast ocean engulfing the sky, suddenly crashing downward!
"If you dare, strike me dead! Otherwise, once I obtain that Immortal Sword, I’ll sooner or later poke a big hole in you!"
Qiu Changtian’s hair fluttered as he fiercely contended.
Boom!
The tribulation’s aura, resembling the end of the world, spread out, engulfing the sitting figure in an instant!
"Too brutal!"
The donkey sensed the severe trembling of the entire Inner Scenic Land and thought:
"The last time I saw such a scene was at the Water Monarch Palace of the Nu Yun River... The master is dead set on turning this place into a dire land!"
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"It’s thundering."
A small boat drifted on the river, a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat lifted his fishing rod but caught nothing, and sighed:
"Why are even the fish in the Nu Yun River so hard to catch?"
The middle-aged man shook his head; the dark sky started to lighten, soon to brighten fully. Pondering returning to the inn with an empty fish basket and facing the glances from fellow disciples, it would be quite disgraceful.
"I, Chunyu Cultivator, never go fishing and come back empty-handed."
His eyes suddenly blazed, as if shooting out two dazzling beams of electricity, growing in the wind, instantly stretching into a ten-zhang long frigid Sword Qi.
Like a living creature, wriggling and darting, it plunged heavily into the Nu Yun River!
The Sword Qi, with a will of its own, resembled a cataclysmic Flood Dragon clawing and dancing, suddenly grabbing a hundred-jin Red Blood Perch, breaking through the river’s surface!
Thud!
The Red Blood Perch was tossed into the boat cabin, nearly sinking the small vessel where the middle-aged man sat.
Subsequently, the dragon-like Sword Qi inexplicably dissipated, like strands of white fluffs floating across the sky, drawn back into the body’s prismatic shell.