Chapter 170: Chapter 169: The Might of the Immortal Monarch
SWOOSH!
Wen Qingye drew his sword in a flash. A bolt of Sword Aura, swift as lightning, slashed toward Shen Junru. The overwhelming pressure of the Sword Aura surged toward her, its passage marked by a piercing whistle that vibrated through the air.
Wen Qingye held nothing back in this strike, as if he had poured every last wisp of his Primordial Qi into it. The moment this heaven-shaking Sword Qi appeared, it alarmed all the experts in the vicinity of Phoenix City.
"Hmph. A mantis trying to stop a chariot! You overestimate yourself!"
Shen Junru didn’t even furrow her brow. She extended two fingers and simply pinched Wen Qingye’s Sword Aura into dust, which dissipated into the air as Primordial Qi.
Shen Junru’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an extremely dignified and tyrannical power, rolling outward like a clap of thunder.
PUH!
The experts who had just rushed over all felt a sharp pain in their chests and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wen Qingye felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. He staggered back four or five steps and sprayed a gout of blood.
"Who is this person? A single sentence, like the clap of thunder, actually made me spit up blood?"
"So powerful. Her cultivation has long since surpassed the Refining Spirit Realm."
"When did such an incredible expert appear in Phoenix City?"
...
For a moment, all the experts who had gathered to watch were aghast, their hearts pounding in shock as they stared at Shen Junru.
Zhang Hua stared, dumbfounded, at Zhang Xiaoyun being held by Shen Junru. ’Is that Xiaoyun? How is that possible?’
Even he couldn’t believe his own daughter was such an exquisite beauty.
"Husband!" Zhang Xiaoyun’s heart ached when she saw Wen Qingye spit blood. Tears welled up, but she could only force them back.
Shen Junru glanced at Zhang Xiaoyun, then turned to look at Wen Qingye, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes.
"Wait. Can I join the Taiyi Pavilion with Xiaoyun?" Gao Yuerou suddenly raised her head and spoke up.
Shen Junru raised an eyebrow. She glanced at Zhang Xiaoyun and thought, ’If I accept Gao Yuerou as a disciple of the Taiyi Pavilion, perhaps Zhang Xiaoyun will be able to calm down more quickly.’
"Fine. You’re a clever one. The Taiyi Pavilion can make an exception and accept you as well," Shen Junru said with a nod.
Gao Yuerou nodded firmly. She glanced at Wen Qingye, a strange sorrow filling her captivating eyes, then walked over to Shen Junru’s side.
A towering rage surged in Wen Qingye’s heart. His eyes swept over Shen Junru, and his voice was utterly cold, devoid of any emotion. "I don’t care what Sect you’re from. Be careful not to provoke someone you can’t afford to offend."
"Ridiculous."
The two paid no mind to Wen Qingye’s words. To them, it wasn’t a threat but rather the ramblings of a lunatic.
Huangfu Tian glanced at the silent old servant beside him and said calmly, "Zhou Li, I’ll leave this to you."
After speaking, Huangfu Tian gave the old servant a pointed look, a subtle hint in his eyes.
"Yes, Young Master," the old servant said respectfully.
"Let’s go!"
"No!" Zhang Xiaoyun grew frantic. Her voice became heart-wrenching as she felt her breath catch in her throat, no longer able to hold back her tears. "I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go..."
Ignoring Zhang Xiaoyun’s hoarse cries, Shen Junru flicked her sleeve. The four of them seemed to transform into a streak of light, vanishing before Wen Qingye’s eyes in an instant.
Wen Qingye’s fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped onto the ground. Never before had he been so furious.
The surrounding crowd watched blankly as the four departed, unable to process what had just happened.
"That stunning woman is Wen Qingye’s wife, the daughter of the Zhang Family?"
"It’s unbelievable! To think she’s such an exquisite beauty."
"A Sect? The daughter of the Zhang Family and the daughter of the Gao Family were taken away by a Sect?"
"Is this real? People from a Sect came to recruit disciples in person? Was it by force?"
The surroundings erupted as if a pot had boiled over, with everyone discussing animatedly.
The old servant looked at Wen Qingye and sneered, "Brat, what a miserable fate. Your only mistake was offending my Young Master. In your next life, remember to be born into a better family."
After speaking, the old servant seemed to stand tall in the sky as a torrent of aura crushed down upon Wen Qingye.
"A peerless expert of the Yin-Yang Realm!?"
"This old man is a peerless expert of the Yin-Yang Realm!"
The crowd stared in shock at the old man’s spectral image and his vast, oppressive aura. The Yin-Yang Realm came after the Refining Spirit Realm. If this seemingly ordinary old servant was a Yin-Yang Realm expert, then didn’t that mean the cultivation of the other two was at the Destruction Realm, or perhaps even the higher Life and Death Realm?
At this thought, everyone gasped.
One must understand that in a place like the Celestial Martial Country, Yin-Yang Realm experts were practically nonexistent, to say nothing of the legendary Destruction Realm masters.
The crowd looked at the old servant with reverence and fear, while their gazes toward Wen Qingye were filled with a touch of pity.
SHING!
Wen Qingye said nothing, simply drawing his sword.
"A mere ant, and you dare to resist?" The old servant couldn’t help but scoff when he saw Wen Qingye draw his sword. "I will extinguish your Heart Spirit and ensure you can never be reborn for all eternity!"
BOOM!
The old servant stood his ground, and two beams of brilliant light shot from his eyes directly at Wen Qingye.
The old servant’s Primordial Spirit charged directly into Wen Qingye’s Sea of Consciousness. Instantly, Wen Qingye felt his Sea of Consciousness fill with a frenzied, chaotic power.
The Sea of Consciousness is the seat of the soul and the Primordial Spirit. If it is destroyed, one is utterly annihilated from the world, with no chance of Reincarnation.
Wen Qingye’s brow twitched slightly, and a thin sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The old servant hovered proudly above Wen Qingye’s Sea of Consciousness, a sneer of triumph on his face. "Hahaha, brat! I’ll let you witness the power of my Primordial Spirit. You can die without regrets!"
With that, the old servant thrust his palm forward, and a boundless aura bore down on Wen Qingye’s Sea of Consciousness.
RUMBLE!
The old servant charged into Wen Qingye’s Sea of Consciousness.
The crowd watched the two motionless figures. Suddenly, an astonishing power erupted from Wen Qingye’s body. It shot straight into the firmament, parting the clouds in the sky.
The sky instantly became clear and bright!
"You dare call this venerable one an ant!? You are the first!"
Within the Sea of Consciousness, a man slowly materialized from the void.
He wore a jewel-inlaid Purple Gold Crown that held his hair in place. His jade-white robes were embroidered with five-colored clouds, and below the surging, jade-white waves at the hem, his sleeves billowed high in the wind. His face shone with a radiant light, exuding supreme majesty and innate nobility. His entire being gave off an aura of serene transcendence.
He once ruled over one of the thirty-six heavens, where seas of blood and mountains of bones lay beneath his feet, where the world itself seemed to kneel before him.
"I have killed more people than you have ever seen!"
"You... You are..." the old servant stammered in terror, staring into those star-like eyes.
Wen Qingye waved his hand. A five-colored brilliance flashed, and the old servant’s Primordial Spirit was directly annihilated within Wen Qingye’s Sea of Consciousness, vanishing without a trace.
Wen Qingye said coldly, "Your only use was to help me break through to the Refining Spirit Realm."
...
The crowd watched the two motionless figures in astonishment. But at that very moment, Wen Qingye suddenly opened his eyes, which shone with a soul-stirring light.
With a Dragon Walk and Tiger Stride, he leaped forward, drew his sword, and swung—all in one fluid motion!
TSS!
The old servant stood frozen in place as his head flew high into the air. Blood sprayed wildly, dyeing the earth red. And this was only the first person from Taiyi Pavilion to fall to Wen Qingye’s sword, not the last.
