"Compete with the sun!"
Yang Tiansheng roared, his body and sword merged as one as he stabbed towards Wei Heng’s head, as mad and blazing as a fierce flame. His intense Sword Qi illuminated the night in an instant.
"This sword strike is somewhat interesting!"
Wei Heng commented with a smirk, a single hand supporting the sky, "Overlord Lifts a Cauldron!"
"Clang!"
The brilliantly shining sword tip struck Wei Heng’s palm but could not advance even half an inch further. Two vigorous Qi Forces clashed wildly, one above the other.
Seeing this, Yang Ge withdrew his blade and stepped back two steps, his arms shaking. A powerful surge of Inner Qi burst forth from the acupoints around his body like it cost him nothing, enveloping him densely without dispersing.
With a sweep of his arms, he gathered all the Inner Qi onto his blade.
In an instant, the blade of the Floating Shadow Sword seemed enchanted, bursting out dazzling snow light.
He stomped forward fiercely, crushing the stone slabs underfoot, twisting his waist and swinging his blade. His sleeves burst into pieces, revealing his arms swollen as thick as thighs, the veins bulging: "Prideful Snow Over Frost!"
With one slash.
The Qi Force from his blade burst forth like an avalanche, the blindingly bright light of the blade instantly blinding three people.
In the brilliance, they heard Wei Heng shout, "Subdue the Dragon, Suppress the Tiger!"
"Buzz."
A two-person-tall golden bell illusion rose from the ground, and Wei Heng, with his left hand across the bell, forcefully caught Yang Ge’s mountain-splitting, water-dividing slash.
The wild Qi Force of the blade struck the golden bell, emitting a sound as deep and resounding as a great bell, creating ripples after ripples on it.
However, the seemingly teetering golden bell illusion did not shatter...
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Wei Heng with his bare palms, caught the strongest moves of two top-notch Qi Seas!
The majestic True Qi, standing strong like mountains, resisted the wild impacts of both blade Qi and Sword Qi!
After what seemed like an eternity...
Wei Heng suddenly clenched his hands into claws and twisted his arms.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Blades and swords shattered inch by inch, and the unprepared Yang Ge and Yang Tiansheng simultaneously closed in on Wei Heng.
Wei Heng slapped out his palms again, aiming straight for the heads and hands of the two men.
The exhausted duo, seeing this, also bit their back teeth and tried hard to punch and kick at Wei Heng.
"Boom."
In the deafening roar, all three were blown away simultaneously.
Leaving behind a crater nearly ten meters in diameter and three meters deep at the original spot.
...
In a dizzy whirl, Yang Ge felt himself crash through a lattice window and topple over two or three objects that seemed to be wooden cabinets.
After landing, numerous stick-like objects fell on him, nearly burying him...
He struggled to crawl up using his arms and legs but only felt a darkness before his eyes, almost collapsing again.
He hastily grabbed something at random to steady himself.
After panting heavily a few times, he struggled to escape. Taking a few steps, he suddenly felt the stick-like objects underfoot familiar in touch.
"This is..."
He quickly drew a match from his waist, ignited it, and held it up to examine his surroundings.
He saw that the area around him was scattered with scrolls, and on closer inspection, he could see index tags hanging from the scrolls labeled "the Li Family," "the Wang Family," "the Zhao Family."
He paused for a second, feeling somewhat unreal.
But soon, he regained his composure and fumbled around his waist...
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Luckily, the prepared bottle of kerosene was unbroken.
He smashed the palm-sized bottle of kerosene into the scrolls on the ground, while feeling his way out, and without looking back, he threw the lit match into the pool of kerosene.
But as he reached the lattice window, the fire behind him had already lit up the dark room...
Standing at the lattice window, he turned to look at the fire behind him, then used his hands and feet to climb through the window, staggering out.
After only a few steps, he heard the sound of "splash, splash" water.
Looking intently, Yang Tiansheng was clumsily climbing out of the lotus pond, his freshly climbed-out foot slipping back into the pond.
"Hahaha..."
Despite the critical situation, Yang Ge couldn’t help but feel exhilarated.
It was as if his body and soul had separated.
His body cried out with fatigue, completely exhausted.
Yet his soul shouted, "With the roc’s spirit, I rise with the winds, and soar up ninety thousand leagues..."
Thus, he found Yang Tiansheng’s disheveled appearance hilarious and burst into laughter without hesitation.
Yang Tiansheng didn’t see the humor, yelling painfully, "Laugh my arse off, are you not going to give me a hand here!"
Yang Ge, bending forward and backward with laughter, staggered to the lotus pond and reached out to pull Yang Tiansheng up.
Yang Tiansheng grabbed his arm and yanked him down forcefully, nearly pulling him into the lotus pond as well.
Yang Ge’s laughter stopped suddenly, and he quickly said, "Stop it, or I’ll leave you here!"
Yang Tiansheng quickly replied, "No more fooling around, let’s go, we can’t delay any longer!"
Yang Ge steadied himself, exerted force with one hand, and forcefully pulled him out of the lotus pond, supporting him as they staggered away.
Yang Tiansheng: "What did you burn?"
Yang Ge: "What else? The archive hall, of course."
Yang Tiansheng: "Man, did you step in dog poo when you left the house?"
Yang Ge: "With your brain, even a dog would shake its head..."
Two exhausted patients supported each other, stumbling along as if entering a realm with no other people as they moved away from the Lu Ting Station.
Only after their voices faded away did Wei Heng’s figure slowly emerge from a dark corner.
As he stepped, a large number of imperial soldiers surged from all around like a tide...
"Master Wei, are we still saving this fire?"
The leading Colonel stepped forward with clasped fists.
Wei Heng lazily stretched, his clothes slightly torn but without a single spot of blood: "Of course we save it, why wouldn’t we? Hurry and find the ’water dragon’!"
"Water dragon?"
The Colonel looked puzzled for a moment at the nearby lotus pond, then after a brief pause, he had an epiphany, "Yes, yes, I’m on it!"
He turned and gestured, and the surrounding imperial soldiers quickly followed his lead.
The fire grew, rapidly engulfing the two-story wooden pavilion.
Wei Heng clasped his hands together and stood in the shadows, looking up at the bright, fierce flames with the corners of his lips slightly tilted upward.
...
"You have a place to stay, right?"
Yang Ge, helping Yang Tiansheng to sit on a horse post outside someone’s house, asked.
Yang Tiansheng, gasping for breath: "Yes!"
Yang Ge nodded: "Then let’s stop here."
Yang Tiansheng, styling his disheveled hair back with a swagger, laughed, "Having braved life and death together, are you still reluctant to show your true face, Brother Zhang?"
He felt aggrieved.
Because his face mask had already fallen into the lotus pond.
Yang Ge thought for a moment, reached up, and took off the nine-tube mask from his face.
Yang Tiansheng looked intently, only to find that beneath his nine-tube mask, Yang Ge still wore another half-mask that revealed only his eyes and nose.
Yang Tiansheng: "???"
Yang Ge: "Hahahaha!"
Yang Tiansheng, frustratedly slapping his thigh, said, "You’re really too insincere!"
Yang Ge held back his smile and shook his head slightly, "I don’t have a powerful father like you do. If my identity leaks, it might endanger many people..."
Yang Tiansheng thought for a while, then disheartened, said, "At least leave a full name, you can’t really be just ’the guy with freckles,’ right?"
Yang Ge: "Does it matter if I have freckles?"
Yang Tiansheng: "Is this how you always make friends?"
Yang Ge thought for a bit, then answered reluctantly, "Fine, actually... I’m also a Yang."
Yang Tiansheng, with a cold scoff, crossed his arms, "Do you even have a single truthful word in your mouth?"
"Heh!"
Yang Ge gave a dry laugh and turned to leave.
Yang Tiansheng watched his figure disappearing into the distance, shouting loudly, "Freckles, Lu Ting is so small, it’s hardly interesting. Why not wander the martial world together!"
Yang Ge, without turning back, responded, "Once, I too wanted to travel the world with my sword by my side, but now my only hope is to return home no matter how late it is..."
Yang Tiansheng: "Where should I look for you in the future?"
Yang Ge waved his hand: "Fate will bring us together again!"