allonlinenovel Chapter 127, Part 1: The Grand Ceremony of Luo Tian, and incidentally, I'll acquire the title
Chapter 127, Part 1: The Grand Ceremony of Luo Tian, and incidentally, I'll acquire the title
"Ha, why does this look familiar? It's something I know."
Upon seeing the familiar flash of light, Lü Qian recalled the Bihe Ninjutsu he had obtained from Madam Die, and immediately understood.
The Night Blade of Penglai was originally a half-baked technique; its appearance resembled Tang sword moves, but its essence was Japanese ninjutsu!
As soon as he finished speaking, Lü Qian flicked his wrist, and the peach wood sword he had been holding in his arms was now in his hand. He then vanished from the spot in a flash.
A fleeting glimpse of light swept across the void as he met the opponent's blade strike. He casually swung his peach wood sword, the movement seemingly effortless, but upon closer inspection, one could discover the myriad variations within that single strike.
An ordinary wooden sword sliced through the air, severing the incoming blade force in half. A slight gust of wind ruffled Lü Qian's hair, and he shed his casual humility from the daytime, becoming cold and indifferent.
"Junior Brother Wang Ye, we mustn't let this woman get away."
"clear!"
【The character 巽 (Xun) • Riding the wind and flowing through the sky】
A gentle breeze surrounded Wang Ye, lifting him up and instantly passing over the stopped Lü Qian. He then used his Tai Chi strength to rush forward.
"Although I don't know what the Biheren mentioned by Senior Brother Lü is, it doesn't seem to be some kind of Chinese power."
Upon realizing she had been discovered, a young woman dressed like a ninja retreated swiftly, unleashing several sharp blade strikes as she moved.
Wang Ye rode the wind, his forehead streaked with loose hair. He dodged the barrage of sword energy by turning his body and quickly closed in. He then used Tai Chi energy in both hands to create a sticky force that formed a palm and covered his opponent.
The young woman's expression changed as she watched the incoming Tai Chi force. She gripped the blade tightly, and a crimson flame ignited from the Japanese sword.
【red lotus】!
The blade energy, crackling with scorching flames, severed the force Wang Ye unleashed, and the blazing fire wave forced Wang Ye, who was charging straight at him, back.
"Junior Brother Wang Ye, your Tai Chi strength is still quite lacking. If Master Yunlong were here, he would definitely be able to catch it, and might even say, 'It's just a matter of strength!'"
A sword radiating golden light suddenly appeared behind the woman, and a dazzling golden light streaked across the void, leaving behind a brilliant trail of light.
Sensing the danger, the young woman hurriedly turned around and drew her sword to block. As the swords clashed, she was forced to bend her knees by the immense force transmitted through the blade, and her right leg fell to her knees.
"Thump!"
"Senior brother, you went too far."
The woman's expression instantly turned ferocious, her cheeks turning red and purple as blood rushed to her head. A woman who was originally quite attractive was transformed into a struggling demon by Lü Qian's sword.
"Junior Brother Wang Ye, don't be too merciful!"
"In the end, all cultivation levels boil down to a contest of one's life force and foundation."
Lu Qian stood before the woman, his eyes calm and undisturbed. He slowly lowered the peach wood sword in his hand. "A tangible sword is easy to block, but what about a sword without form or substance?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light flashed on the peach wood sword, and an invisible and intangible sword light seemed to detach from the peach wood sword, pass through the obstruction of the blade, and slashed down towards the woman.
As the sword flashed away, Lü Qian twisted his wrist, and the tangible blade of the sword slashed towards the woman's hands holding the knife.
"I can't stand this kind of thing."
The woman's pupils trembled, her eyes reflecting the incoming sword light and the swift sword energy emanating from her hand. Instinctively, she turned her head to dodge, releasing her grip on the hilt of her sword. The sword light sliced open her right shoulder and slashed down from right to left.
"what!"
"Clang!"
The Japanese sword, which resembled a Tang dynasty sword, fell to the ground, its blood-stained blade bouncing uncontrollably on the surface.
"Junior Brother Wang Ye, take this woman and let's go to the back mountain to find a hostage."
Lu Qian sheathed his wooden sword and carried it on his back. He then clasped his hands together and walked towards the back mountain, ignoring the woman behind him whose chest was almost slashed open, and ignoring Wang Ye who was staring at him in disbelief.
Wang Ye has great talent, and after two years of training by the Three Madmen of the Back Mountain, he has developed a few tricks up his sleeve, but still not enough, and he is too "kind".
The stable and uneventful life he had led for decades had given Wang Ye a carefree and natural mindset, but it had also turned him into a soft, delicate person.
If you want to become tough, you have to be tempered by blood and fire, after all, the world of supernatural beings is not a place for humility.
If you take a few steps back, the other party will naturally take the opportunity to step forward and press harder and harder, just like the duel between Wang Ye and Chen Jinkui in the original work.
Once wasn't enough, so they had to do it three times. In the end, they even got entangled with that deadbeat, almost resulting in a real "free fall".
If it were Lü Qian, or anyone else who understood the survival rules of the supernatural world, they would naturally not have been so hesitant in this situation.
Do you want fate?
Alright, take this sword and fist from this humble Taoist priest, and then we'll be destined to meet.
Of course, if you can't catch it, then don't blame fate for crushing you!
With a wooden sword on his back, Lü Qian walked at a leisurely pace, yet he had already arrived at the entrance to the mountain path.
Behind them, Wang Ye looked at the woman covered in blood, then looked up at Lü Qian, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
"Junior Brother Wang Ye, if we don't lift that woman up soon, her blood will spread and stain the ground, and you'll have to clean up the plaza tomorrow!"
"Alas, I am destined for a life of hardship."
Seeing the blood spreading beneath the woman, Wang Ye quickly reached out to stop the bleeding, preventing it from leaving any traces.
He picked up the blood-stained Japanese sword from the ground with his left hand and the woman's sash with his right, and quickly caught up with Lü Qian.
"Senior Brother Lü, you didn't even know how to be careful. If you leave any marks, the tourists tomorrow will probably be quite frightened."
The two figures hurried towards the back mountain, with Lü Qian walking in front and Wang Ye following behind carrying two items.
In the woods behind the mountain, the so-called "hostage," Song Jinyu, lay on the ground, bound hand and foot. He looked at the mountain path leading here, then looked up at the moon that had already crossed the sky, and frowned.
Today's so-called kidnapping was orchestrated by him, in collaboration with his senior sister from Penglai Nightblade, all in an attempt to obtain clues about the events of the Jia Shen year from Wudang.
Several years ago, he awakened his Qi and was introduced to join Penglai Nightblade.
Combining the few clues left by her father Song Zhen, Song Jinyu discovered that her family was closely involved in the "Jiashen Rebellion" and had a deep connection with Wudang.
And so this crude, self-directed and self-acted farce came about.
"Why isn't Senior Sister here yet?"
Just as Song Jinyu was about to untie the knot on his back, a blood-stained figure appeared before him.
"Young Master Song, are you looking for her?"
Lu Qian and Wang Ye's figures appeared on the mountain path. "You think Wudang is easy to bully?"
"Come and go as you please?"
As he spoke, Lü Qian's figure blurred, and he struck Song Jinyu on the back of the head with his peach wood sword, knocking him unconscious.
"Let Grand Master Zhou Meng settle your scores with Wudang first. Then it's my turn to settle my scores with [Penglai Nightblade]!"
"The Bihe Ninja Technique? A group of acquaintances are waiting for me to warm them up."