Chapter 97

Chapter 97

“……I need to get moving.”
“Zhu Hu, what’s going on?”
Zhu Hu, one name of the Zhongyuan martial artist, meaning Heavenly Prince.
Another name was Wu Nai Shifu, which means Zhou Zhuhu of the Zhou family.
He could only speak to Zhuge Liang because he was his brother, friend, and more.
Unusual martial arts,
Unparalleled experience and confidence in his martial arts.
He was said to be far inferior to all other martial artists of his time, even in terms of martial prowess.
He entered the position of Wu Nanashipzon with other powers and abilities.
“……I have seen the future.”
An unusual power, and one that no one else possessed, was the ability to read the heavenly cycles that come once every ten years.
“The Mado…… No, those who walk the Way of Sama are rising one after another. At the same time, the roots themselves are crying out for calm.”
The half-open-eyed Zhuge Linghu slowly opened his mouth, and Zhuge Yuhu wrote down his words with a puzzled expression.
“……The abyss of the roots is deep, deep, deep, and endless. The dark shadows that seek the roots approach without realizing its depths, and their madness and obsession grows worse, so the dark clouds over the Zhongyuan Martial Forest will never dissipate.”
Shhh, shhh.
Scribbling in ink, Zhuge Liang wrote down Zhuge Liang’s story without summarizing it or making any changes.
“The sunlight that shines on the Zhongyuan must work together with the roots, and as it loses its light, the clear and blue ones in the Zhongyuan forest must work together, and the old pine and the buds must work together, or they will all be burned up.”
But Zhuge Liu had never read or heard such a dire prophecy. He stiffened at the threat and the shadow that hung over the Zhongyuan Forest.
“Hmph, hmph.”
Zhu Hu’s half-open eyes flashed open, and he gasped for air, wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.
“…….”
After writing it all down, Zhu Yuhu looked at her with a serious expression. Tian Qi also had to take several deep breaths, unable to loosen his expression.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m old, too, and my energy is low.”
Zhuge Liuhu looked at his own body and said that it couldn’t be, but Zhuge Liuhu’s expression remained stiff.
“When has your heavenly qi ever been wrong?”
“…….”
“I’ve read that the Yangtze River, the Great Wall, and the Green Forest rose to prominence, and the time when the Heavenly Horse lost its power and disappeared was also in accordance with your Heavenly Qi. You doubt your own power even now, in the sixth Age of Heaven.”
This is Jie Galzu Hu, a celestial who has pored over and read the Sixth Heavenly Qi. And beside him was Jie Galyuhu, who knew the Heavenly Qi better than anyone else, so he knew that nothing could go wrong.
He had too much faith in its power.
“You just don’t want to believe in it, you and I.”
You want to deny its power. Because the heavens were always right.
Jagaljuhu lifted his head to face Jagalyuhu, and they both nodded, their faces serious.
“Do you remember what the fifth Heavenly Qi was, Yuhu?”
“Aldamada.”
The kinks were dissolved.
Spear dragon emergence.
Thunder Dragon Ascension.
There were three words.
“……I need to find K’un-Lun, Qing Sheng, and the Southern Palace.”
“Why do you call it the Southern Palace?”
Kunlun had the power to lift up the Taihe Sword Dragon and the Yun Dragon, which could be called spear dragons, and it was fitting that he should be mentioned, for he was a master of such swords and movements.
The Celestial Light Emperor was also known for his blue aura. He was also the most powerful of all, the core of the Zheng Sect.
But why the Southern Palace?
“You’re looking for the Chang Tian Divine Sword.”
“The Southern Palace’s sword is the best in the Middle Yuan Martial Realm. It is also famous for its blue color.”
“But.”
“The Qixing Master of Kunlun, the Radiant Emperor of Qingcheng, and the Sword of the Southern Palace. The three of them have the answer.”
* * *
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
There was a multitude that rose up from the ground, and it was human in form, but it was skinny, skinny, skinny, with gnarled hands and hideous nails.
The sight of the piles of corpses rising from the ground was repulsive to say the least.
It was not what it appeared to be, a mere illusion.
I summoned the energy of my thunderbolt, which was wrapped around the tip of my sword like a nodo, and swung it in one swift motion.
Flash! Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle!
Dozens of thunderbolts struck down simultaneously. The lightning bolts were blue in color and sliced through the corpses’ heads.
After being struck, the shivering corpses shuddered a few times and then stopped moving.
Fang Xiang’s expression suddenly brightened as he finally regained his senses. He opened his mouth as if he saw a glimpse of hope.
“That bastard Ki Sung-ja deserved to be toyed with. I didn’t know how bad they’d be if they tried to take advantage of me, but you exceeded my expectations.”
The bubbly voice belonged to a young woman.
Or maybe not.
My eyes narrowed at the woman who had emerged from among the corpses, and I and my companions had to contort our expressions.
“What happened to Zhang Wenyin!”
Heero’s hollow cry reached the woman, but she did not answer his question.
“He foolishly returned to me after I sent him away with a piece of me. Perhaps Kunlun is destined to disappear at my hands. Ho ho ho!”
The chant burst forth, and the morale within it pierced my eardrums.
The demanding voice didn’t just tickle my ears, it had the effect of shaking my soul.
How could someone who looked only about my age have this kind of genius?
Then,
“I’ve heard that the White Lotus Sect has three roots. The first is a group of fanatics who worship power; the second is a group of martial artists who will do whatever it takes to gain power; and the third is a group of people who prove themselves through all sorts of tricks and make their presence known.”
“There was a man who walked out with a flourish.
A toothy sage walked out among the distressed group.
“I have heard that the strength of the first group and the orthodoxy of its roots have caused the other two groups to lose their strength and hide. As this man says, they feel their orthodoxy is threatened, so they have come out to rebel.”
As I listened, I realized at once that the first group was the Mado, and that the woman in front of me was on a different path than the Mado that Kwangseung had spoken of.
“Ho ho ho ho. How absurd, our apostasy is weaker than the Mado. Behold. Look how loyal these apostates are.”
As she spoke, a feast of corpses continued to rise from the earth around her.
There were many in robes bearing the mark of K’un-Lun, and quite a few who appeared to be members of each of the nine sects, the Six Great Houses, and even the Black Dao.
“I heard that the Demon Sect and the Blood Sect had all their limbs cut off and disappeared, and now they’re only raising their heads because the Heavenly Horse has disappeared.”
“…….”
“Hoo hoo hoo, thank you for appearing in front of me. I’m sure you’ll understand why I’m tearing you apart.”
“Taisang-no-kun, Taisang-no-kun, ho ho ho. You are indeed full of shit, and even Qi Sheng was distracted by all that talk in front of me.”
* * *
Dozens of corpses jostled against the woman’s grasp. The ground around his feet began to flutter, and then long fingers appeared, reaching for him.
A snarl.
“The Leaders have touched the Adeptus.”
In a flash, the waists of the seven corpses snapped at the same time.
As soon as they were immobilized, Kwang Seung took a step forward.
He didn’t give them a chance to breathe. Although he was concerned about the woman in front of him, he didn’t think there was any point in biding his time.
In addition, the sound of her voice, which was interrupted by the sound of her chanting, contained an extraordinary power that shook the soul and stirred the mind.
It was a power that could neither be heard nor seen.
It was a power that only the eighteen Shaolin martial artists could resist, so he moved to avoid further injury to his companions.
And beside him.
“Wow. You’re going to do all the cool stuff by yourself.”
The young man from the Southern Palace, the bastard, synchronized his pace with Guangxiang’s and threw lightning bolts around them. Those hit by the thunderbolts shuddered a few times.
“Don’t interfere. You bastard.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t grab your ankles. And.”
The Grand Duke of the Southern Palace’s eyes flashed with a frightening madness.
‘That bird…….’
It had only been over a month since he had left after his brief lesson. But in the meantime, his energy and spirit had deepened.
The apostasy and the disappearance of the saint had brought back the spirit that had been temporarily set aside.
“Even the eighty-four-year-olds were able to break through their faltering strength and walk with me.
The Grand Duke of the Southern Palace saw the strange look in the man’s eyes.
“Don’t you think I’ve done a good job of enlightening him?”
“How arrogant.”
“Forget it, I’ll slit her throat.”
“Do it where you can.”
This is the path he had always traveled alone and in silence. He had been at the top of the heap since the founding of the Qing Sheng Sect, and he had never been bothered by the lumbering timber.
“Namu Amitabha. We’ll protect you, so don’t worry about it.”
Each gate called out, and a golden glow spread out in all directions. The golden image of the Buddha, which was also the radiance that prevented the corpses from approaching K’un-Lun’s disciples, was all the protection in the world.
Moreover, after entering the Wu Nanshen Zone, it only intensified. It became comfortable to move alone, and it became natural to bear alone.
Why bother when you can do it without the help of others?
He was focused on getting through this as quickly as possible, because if he wanted to reach the woman who could animate so many bodies with her uncharacteristic morale, he would have to protect his group.
Kwagagagagagagang!
Uji-string.
The bundle of thunderbolts struck down in an instant, rendering dozens of corpses unable to move.
Furthermore, a young man named Nangong Ban appeared out of thin air and raised the tip of his sword.
“You dare.”
Digging in!
The roar of the spear dragon that had been raised from the Four Hundred Sea erupted. At the same time, thunder qi mingled with it, and it transformed into a bluish-blue mist, becoming a thunder dragon with a thunderbolt.
It was the Thunder King Divine, the Southern Palace Class, my own expression of the polarity, a sword of its own, a feast and a miracle.
Spear Dragon Exodus.
Thunder Dragon Ascension.
A blue dragon burst forth.
A dragon accompanied by thunder soared into the sky.
The tip of the Southern Palace’s sword shook the earth. At the same time, the thunder dragon erased the woman’s shadow.