Chapter 154: Activating What Yuan Left Behind

Originally, Huang Qi had assumed this matter would be easy.

After all, a Human immortal was a being on par with the Ancestor—merely mentioning one would surely draw some response, let alone that Demon Immortal, who was the most restless among the Human immortals.

So after breaking through the Human front lines, He had attempted multiple times to chant the name of that Demon Immortal.

But the result was somewhat beyond His expectations—that Demon Immortal not only failed to descend, but didn't even cast a single glance of attention.

His thoughts flashed like lightning, yet His gaze kept following the Human Fortune Foundation Establishment cultivator below.

He discovered that, as time went on, the Human's sword momentum was actually growing stronger, and her use of power was becoming increasingly deft.

'The more pressed, the stronger the path…'

Realizing this, Huang Qi began to ease His offensive.

The firelight still scorched the heavens and blanketed the clouds, but it only firmly suppressed Zhang Yunlu by a single step—no longer able to push her into peril.

Wear her down first; once her true essence is exhausted and the moment arrives, strike her down in one blow.

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Meanwhile, the Seventh Planet.

The Seventh Planet's climate was far colder than that of the other two planets; the vast majority of the planet's surface was covered in ice and snow.

Even the Wang Cheng was built amid a cluster of snow-capped mountains.

Gale winds howled, blizzards fell like spikes, sweeping across this ancient land.

The towering Wang Cheng stood proudly amidst the wind and snow, like an unyielding giant; no matter how the blizzard ravaged it, not a fraction could be shaken.

The blizzard covered the walls, covered the rooftops, even covered those soaring towers, dressing the entire Wang Cheng into a giant snow sculpture.

Guards in thick armor stood atop the city walls, staring tensely into the distance.

They were tall and burly, far sturdier than the Jiajiao on the other two planets; besides their deep-brown shells, they also had a thick layer of fur.

Every guard knew it clearly!

The Human's reckoning was about to arrive; contact with various regions had already been lost one after another.

Buzz~~

The year-round unceasing gale and blizzard seemed to halt in that instant—sword light blazed forth, looking down on the eight wastelands and six directions, slicing through the dark clouds as it poured down.

"Enemy attack—!"

A pale-blue energy barrier rose, enveloping the entire Wang Cheng.

But before that sword light, it was like a fragile soap bubble—unable to block for even an instant before shattering apart.

The sturdy walls, the grand palace, all were torn apart; the towering Wang Cheng nestled among snow mountains was split clean in two.

Amid the cries of shock, no one knew how many of the Seventh Jiajiao were buried beneath that heaven-falling, world-destroying sword.

Fear, panic, resentment—countless intense emotions—but in the next instant, they all transformed into hatred and greed toward the Humans!

Yet facing a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, and the foremost of the younger generation of the Xian Sect no less—Chi Jiuyu—even if the Seventh Jiajiao in the Wang Cheng hated him to the bone, they could mount no effective counterattack.

Several more sword lights descended; the towering Wang Cheng was nearly erased, with only the grandest palace still standing.

Chi Jiuyu, holding an archaic cyan-gold longsword, slowly descended from the sky and arrived before the grand palace.

With a raised-hand sword strike, the palace dome was severed clean and toppled to the side.

Before the Wang Zuo, there was only a single figure.

The king of the Seventh Jiajiao, draped in heavy fur robes and wearing a Wang Guan, stared fixedly at Chi Jiuyu descending through the broken dome.

His subjects, his royal palace, his entire race—all destroyed by the sword in the hands of the one before him! "The Seventh Jiajiao have harmed the Human race; they are hereby sentenced to racial annihilation."

Having said it once before, Chi Jiuyu's words this time were quite concise.

The Seventh Jiajiao king's expression did not change; he said coldly, "Make your move! Human."

Everything had happened too fast, so the emotions accumulated in his heart were not that many—thus he could still maintain his reason like the Third Jiajiao king.

"You won't beg for mercy?"

"I am the king of the sacred, supreme Mao Jia race—how could I bow my head to a mere Human."

"You've got some backbone, huh."

"Tch."

The Seventh Jiajiao king gave a cold snort and did not reply.

Those two spineless wretches with no royal dignity—he had always looked down on them.

"Fine then, I'll grant you that." Such a wish, Chi Jiuyu felt he might as well grant it.

Swish! A sweep of sword light, and the Seventh Jiajiao king thus perished.

At this point, the Wang Cheng was broken; the collapsed snow mountains buried most of it, and within there was no longer a trace of life.

This also meant that as long as Chi Jiuyu uploaded the mission data, her mission would be complete.

"Wonder how Little Yunlu's progress is going over there." Chi Jiuyu muttered, transforming into a streak of sword light and shooting out from the ruined palace.

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The Righteous Alliance, the Supreme Council's undersea city.

In the dwelling arranged for Xu Xing, a quiet chamber.

Xu Xing held the jade in his hand, seated cross-legged on a meditation cushion, while Xiang Yuanjun sat behind him.

After returning from the tavern, Xu Xing prepared to activate the jade left behind by Yuan, and Xiang Yuanjun, curious about the line following 'Bashan Chu Shui, that land of sorrow,' had followed along as well.

Emm……

At his current level, he didn't need to fuss over such things, so he did not refuse.

Soon, a clear, bright voice sounded in his ear.

"Bashan Chu Shui, that land of sorrow."

"Twenty-three years, cast aside and forgotten." Xu Xing answered.

Hmm? Xiang Yuanjun's brow furrowed slightly. From the meaning, it should be a person lamenting his plight, demoted to a desolate, bitterly cold place.

But twenty-three years…

Wasn't that a bit too short?

Could he be a mortal? Though some doubt rose in her heart, Xiang Yuanjun did not speak up to interrupt.

After a brief pause, that clear, bright voice continued: "I send my sorrowful heart along with the bright moon."

"Following the wind all the way to the west of Yelang." Xu Xing continued.

"If only life were as at first meeting."

"Why does the autumn wind grieve the painted fan?"

"Dew turns white from this night on."

"The moon is brightest in one's hometown."

"You have come from our hometown."

"You must know the affairs of our hometown."

Just like that, every time Yuan's voice spoke a line, Xu Xing would speak one in return.

The two traded line for line, matching more than ten couplets in a row.

Suddenly, that clear, bright voice spoke.

"The autumn wind wails, sorrowful enough to kill a man—going out brings sorrow, coming in brings sorrow. Who among those seated does not carry worry? It turns my hair white."

Xiang Yuanjun looked toward Xu Xing, only to find him utterly still, not speaking up to answer as he had the first time.

Hmm? What's the matter, Dao Brother? Could he want me to step aside for a moment? Just as she was about to rise and withdraw, she saw a flicker of vexed fire in Xu Xing's eyes.

"Pass!"

No way around it—he truly had never heard this line before! Huh? Xiang Yuanjun was taken aback.

And the voice from the jade slip did not continue, but switched to another line.

"Raising my head, I gaze at the bright moon."

"…Lowering my head, I think of home."

This time, the voice did not continue. A faint glow radiated from the jade slip.

Within the glow, a half-virtual, half-solid figure appeared—a young man of fairly handsome features, dressed in a black overcoat, his eyes tightly shut.

Yuan! This… seems to be a sliver of his divine soul? "Fellow townsman, I wonder how many of the verses I left behind you managed to answer?" Yuan's lips curved in a smile as he slowly opened his eyes.

However, the moment he saw the figure behind Xu Xing, his soul-body nearly scattered from shock, looking as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Senior Xiang Yuanjun?!!!"

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