Chapter 1439: Great Victory (Two-in-One)

"Pfft!"

Fresh blood sprayed onto the milky-white walls, pierced through the thick bricks and tiles, collapsed the house, and faced the open sky.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The surrounding monks cried out in alarm one after another, at a loss for what to do.

They wanted to do something, yet had not the slightest method; they could only bring out their stored elixirs, kneel on the ground holding them up, and attend at every moment.

There were even those who dragged over a dozen women, stripped off their clothes, naked like milky-white lambs, intending to offer up their flesh and blood to help heal the injuries.

The monks surrounded the center. As this mouthful of blood sprayed out, the two figures sitting cross-legged in meditation, having entered a specific state, saw the imposing auras of their perfectly harmonious grand monk realms plummet off a cliff. Their condition visibly withered; blood vessels grew in the whites of the two Venerables' eyes, the horror on their faces plain to see, and golden giant palms froze unmoving in their pupils.

One punch.

Just one punch.

The fishy stench at the tip of the nose, the swaying planks, bound by fishing nets, swollen fingers.

On the severed face of Shanfeng, the youth stood calmly, six figures around him turning into six streaking meteors flying off, rushing toward the Lotus Flower Sect——

The final scenes flashed back in succession.

It's over.

It's all over!

"Go! Hurry and go!" The Venerable on the left waved his sleeve, heart full of terror, shoving his disciples, "Go to Blue Lake, go to Gaba Mountain, go to Snow Forest, anywhere is fine, don't come back, don't come back!"

"Master!"

"Master, why? Just who is it, who has set foot on my sect's pure grounds."

"Don't mind it, hurry and go, flee for your lives, each meet your own fate, there's still a path to survival!" The Venerable on the right shouted.

Dozens of monks, tears and snot mingling, full of reluctance and panic, completely unaware of what had happened.

The six Venerables of Great Snow Mountain, four usually at the Lotus Flower Sect, two cultivating outside, recently suddenly gathered together, and even entered meditation to participate in the Great Black Heaven God Ritual; having just participated, they vomited blood — clearly the ritual backfired!

Ritual backfire, inevitably means the ritual was destroyed.

Six Venerables joining forces, an irresistible powerful enemy!

Cultivators, after an Entering Zhen Xiang dies there are remnants, which can transform into terrifying bizarre existences among the mountains; rumor has it Da Shun can make Divine Ability Talismans: the remnants of a Yao Dragon after death can create rituals, for breakthrough, attack, defense, traversal, warning——possessing all kinds of inconceivable abilities; on this path, none can compare with the Lotus Flower Sect.

Da Shun's Divine Ability Talismans expanded utilization up to Entering Zhen Xiang, having unique aspects; however, the highest mountain of Yao Dragon rituals is still Great Snow Mountain!

Even the rumored Da Shun Divine Ability Talismans, in recent years the Lotus Flower Sect which obtained the Da Shun Qiankun Bag can also replicate them, attempting to manufacture them!

The Great Black Heaven God is the Lotus Flower Sect's most ultimate ritual; since the Lotus Flower Great Master, eight generations of Bema Grand Venerables continuously repaired it, ten thousand years of growth, a Buddha inconceivable surpassing all Yao Dragons, all Martial Saints, crossing the Boundless.

"Hurry!" The Venerable roared again, "Don't mind it! Don't mind it! Don't mind it!"

Three consecutive shouts, a blow to the head like a wake-up call.

The muddleheaded monks were shouted awake.

The leading monk wiped away tears, kowtowed respectfully, hurriedly packed his bags, and fled out; the remaining monks reacted, kowtowing one after another, rising and leaving.

Chaotic steps, panicked expressions.

The two Venerables looked at each other, seeing the great hand seals in each other's eyes that would not disperse for a long time, seeing the "Stones in the River" in the Lotus Flower Sect surrounded and continuously falling, and hesitated no longer.

Heart-fire surged, burning everything to ash.

Self-sever with a single slash!

The Heavenly Palace collapsed, crashing to the ground; illusory shadows in the temple exploded in succession; Seventh Stage, Eighth Stage realms plummeted rapidly; hundreds of years of cultivation turned to nothing, until the last layer, the True Self destroyed, the "Stones in the River" standing between heaven and earth exploded with a boom.

The two's auras were no longer like any Yao Dragon in the world, yet stronger than all Entering Zhen Xiang in the world.

They shed their Venerable red robes, disguised themselves as disciples, and fled for their lives.

"Self-sever——"

The light spots on the screen gradually appeared dim and extinguished.

The Great Khan of the Northern Court gazed at the screen, sighed deeply, and his expression turned Serious.

In the past he allowed the Northern Court nobility to befriend the Lotus Flower Sect and let them spread their doctrine; firstly, both Great Snow Mountain and the Northern Court are bitterly cold with harsh environments, the common people's faith was already being "eroded," better to guide than to block.

Secondly, it was also his wish to win over Great Snow Mountain; Great Snow Mountain has six Venerables, meaning six Yao Dragons, plus Grand Venerable Bema, an Awakened Realm Yao Dragon; combined with the peerless Great Black Heaven, using six as ten is no exaggeration; beyond strength, there are countless unique rituals; successfully winning them over would be no less significant than the Southern Frontier creating the Deer Cangjiang Dragon King.

A little pain, completely endurable.

——

Who knew the Great Ancestor of Da Li truly succeeded, truly "opened heaven and split earth," creating an immortal undying Dynasty; Great Snow Mountain also had long-standing collusion, not "pure and clean," and even caused his left and right arms to perish.

The Great Ancestor of Da Li cannot return to the mortal world; the blood feud of the two Northern Court Yao Dragons perishing cannot go unavenged.

"Khan King, the two Venerables self-severed." A Wu Sheng with a Serious expression reminded.

Southern Frontier, Northern Court, Da Shun — none have Yao Dragons going to besiege the remaining two "Stones in the River"; they disappeared on their own, that is not death, but self-severing.

Self-severing a Yao Dragon, an invincible Entering Zhen Xiang, both damages lifespan and reduces strength, and cannot recover; unless faith is firm and the timing special, they rarely appear in the world.

It is a kind of bizarre, twisted product, the last remnant that major powers never completely exterminated.

Only when top-tier major powers perish might they fleetingly appear. Likewise, without "Stones in the River," they cannot be fully monitored; the destruction such people bring is incomparable, equivalent to an Entering Zhen Xiang Liang Qu with no weaknesses, no concerns, having lost everything.

"I know." The Khan King was calm and composed, "During the previous alliance formation we discussed this; the two Lotus Flower Sect Yao Dragons were outside, perhaps they already had this intention, but I believe the Huai King will have a way."

Southern Frontier, Tusi Valley.

Xie Tingliao was likewise unhurried, pointing at a light spot on the star plate, explaining to Xie Hongyu: "This Huai King, his personal strength is peerless, but this son's martial threat is still secondary; because strength needs time, needs resources to grow, people are not born invincible; many geniuses' growth comes from challenging existing existences, seizing benefits, hard for others to tolerate.

The strong remain strong; in the past when Liang Qu was still an Entering Zhen Xiang, an initial-stage Tiger Hunter, people stronger than him were everywhere, yet not a single one could have his kind of terrifying destructive power.

The most crucial thing is his methods are cunning and deceitful, good at finding gaps in affairs, prying them open, sucking up the benefits, while simultaneously creating a safe environment for himself.

His ability to grow this fast, taking and using all the world's treasured medicines, draining the treasuries of three sides, is intimately related to this talent of his; my Southern Frontier and Northern Court have suffered deeply from it; now that we are allied, there's no need to worry.

He always manages to handle things beautifully; this bit of remnant is nothing to fear."

Xie Hongyu was somewhat surprised, somewhat dumbfounded, and at the same time a thread of strangeness arose in her heart.

He found it a bit strange, carefully savoring the feeling; it seemed to be————

A sense of security?

"The Huai King has moved!"

The clerk reminded him.

Xie Hongyu gathered his thoughts and continued observing the battle situation.

Two of the four Venerables inside the Lotus Sect had disappeared; the remaining two were either captured, and Liang Qu's "Stone in the River" rushed off elsewhere.

"Capture the Great Wu alive————" Xie Hongyu took a deep breath.

Major powers confronting each other, the scene of the Calamity Dragon being captured alive — having lived this long, even as the grandson of a Tusi, this was the first time he had witnessed it; Xie Hongyu felt he was living in a great upheaval unseen in ten thousand years.

A toppled candlestand ignited the curtains; roof beams crashed down; the vajras and Buddha statues in the shrine all toppled from their pedestals. Monks scattered fleeing for their lives; the serfs in the cellar fled in panic.

Orange flames everywhere, dazzling the eyes. Liang Qu descended from the sky, stepping into the flames, utterly unafraid of the fire burning or the thick smoke, reaching out to block a standing drum.

Flames licked the drumhead; burning paper-like from the edges toward the center, just as it was about to burn away completely, he tore off a piece, turned it over left and right, feeling it with his fingertips.

The drumhead wasn't like cow or sheepskin; thinking about where he currently was, Liang Qu reckoned it was most likely a piece of human skin.

He let go, allowing the fierce fire to burn it away.

This was where the "Stone in the River" was before the two self-severed Venerables escaped.

——

Caves had been excavated into the mountain body, densely packed with cabinets, just like medicine cabinets; large cabinets nested smaller cabinets, smaller cabinets nested tiny drawers, labeled with strips of unrecognizable characters.

A person on fire rushed out of the room, pouncing into Liang Qu's embrace; gender indistinguishable, skin completely charred black; just a light grab — no, not even a grab, just a brush — and the arm skin sloughed off like the crisp shell of a roasted marshmallow.

Probably a woman; women have higher body fat, and the grease seeping from this person's body surface was excessive.

Liang Qu controlled water to extinguish the fire, dabbed two drops of Bai Awei's 【Dettol】 on her, spread it evenly, applied the "Bu Neng Dong" divine ability, took a blanket to wrap her, and placed her in the grass outside.

It would have been better if Zhang Xiang had come along.

Liang Qu thought to himself, casually flooding every corner of the room with a large volume of water; everything reflected in his mind.

"National Preceptor, there's nothing."

"Oh, there's a bit of something, keep advancing!" The old toad waved its feather fan, shouting.

Having extinguished the great fire, Liang Qu continued toward the northwest.

Fleeing Lotus monks appeared sporadically.

"Supreme Body — can it be used as a vessel for Lao Mengyao and Xi Ziyu?"

Liang Qu pondered while racing forward.

He remembered Lan Jicai's evaluation: seemingly formed from the convergence of countless martial bones, its constitution surpassing even Zhang Xiang's, extraordinary.

If he could obtain it, he would weaken Great Li while simultaneously finding a good destination for his two "drifting" cheap disciples.

Just didn't know if a male body could be turned into a female body————

Even if it couldn't, the Supreme Body is still a tremendous fortuitous opportunity; the price of changing its nature might not be unacceptable.

A meteor streaked swiftly across horizontally.

The grassland vast, mountain ranges undulating.

Venerable Zongzong dared not stop for a moment; he and Venerable Cirren split up — he changed into an ordinary monk, escaped the temple, went far enough, then changed into ordinary clothes, disguised himself as a noble, finally used a ritual to traverse, disguised himself as a herdsman, and huddled motionless.

After self-severing, his whole body was weak; he only wanted to survive the calamity, find a place to have a long sleep.

This is a sequela; a Wu Sheng after self-severing has an innate deficiency, doing anything causes fatigue, requiring long periods of deep sleep to exchange for a period of vigor, while also preventing essence leakage, prolonging life as much as possible.

The Lotus Sect, a ten-thousand-year inheritance, is it finished just like that?

Zongzong gazed at the vault of heaven; suddenly a flash at the sky's edge, followed by a meteor streaking across, trailing a tail of fire.

A needle-prick sensation at the brow center.

Zongzong's hair stood on end, heart pounding wildly, saliva sticky like glue; he desperately employed every means to reduce his sense of presence.

Three layers of rituals operating in concert, Qi mechanism and fate completely concealed; even if a Crucible stood before him, caught off guard, they might not necessarily spot him at a glance!

The meteor seemed not to have detected him, flying straight past overhead.

From the corner of his eye, Zongzong caught a glimpse; the meteor's tail flame vanished without a trace.

"Ha, ha————"

Venerable Zongzong gasped in great breaths, pores all over his body opening, sweat pouring out.

The seed of wild joy shattered the rock of terror, growing madly.

He had evaded it.

He had evaded it!

"Pa!"

A weight on his shoulder, a large hand pressing down.

"Fellow villager, asking for directions."

Warmth transmitted through clothing to skin; breathing abruptly stopped; Zongzong's whole body froze rigid; he wanted to turn his head, but the muscles on his neck simply wouldn't obey.

The large hand exerted force, grabbing Zongzong and turning him around, facing backward.

Zongzong saw.

A young man stood behind him, brow raised; an old toad shook a feather fan, scrutinizing with suspicion, finally comprehending, pointing and gesturing, face revealing smugness.

Liang Qu grinned, a sunny smile.

Zongzong wanted to self-destruct; immediately after, his vision went black, and he could sense nothing.

Atop Great Snow Mountain, raging flames soared to the heavens.

At the mountain peak's fracture, Liang Qu landed back beside Zhang Xiang, carrying one person in each hand, glancing over the Lotus Sect.

"Caught them back?" Zhang Xiang glanced over.

"Mm." Liang Qu tossed the man onto the ground. "The Supreme Body, Blood Treasures — still haven't found them. Don't know where they're hidden, or if they've already been sent to the underworld. Bit hard to find. I had Frog Lord and A Fei, those two, go as a pair to search."

—

The Calamity Dragons were all eliminated, and with 【Spirit Summoning】 present, the entire Great Snow Mountain posed no threat whatsoever to the two frogs.

Zhang Longxiang wasn't surprised; he had anticipated this long ago.

Wiping out all the Calamity Dragons in one sweep had already satisfied the strategic objective. The Supreme Body was a dead object, lacking subjective agency. The purpose of this battle was to reduce the Lotus Flower Sect's agency.

"Right, use your authority, do me a favor. Here." A thought flashed through Liang Qu's mind, and a dragon head emerged beside him, gurgle-gurgle spitting out ten-odd "charcoals."

The Third Prince clawed at his own tongue, ran to the side and dry-heaved, then rinsed with water.

Zhang Longxiang pointed with one hand, and the ten-odd "charcoals" swiftly returned to normal, stark naked revealing pale buttocks — all of them women.

Liang Qu snapped his fingers, summoning a Hunt Tiger to handle the arrangements.

"Prince Huai!" He Ningyuan arrived. "All done."

"Proceed according to plan."

"Understood!"

He Ningyuan sat in overall command, annihilated Great Snow Mountain, left personnel to gather and reorganize the formations.

The flood's great hand rose again, carrying the Calamity Dragon captives, and set off once more for the seventy-two mid-tier temples. Liang Qu cupped his palm, one person per hand, traversed Great Snow Mountain horizontally, passed a temple, and intercepted a portion of the army.

The seventy-two temples were scattered like stars and chess pieces; countless small temples covered the land.

That day, the commoners of more than half of Great Snow Mountain all saw the azure palm, holding up the army, skimming the ground, smashing one temple after another.

Nobles and peasants wept bitter tears.

Fat Fish squatted on the ground, chubby fingers circling, trying to coil around weeds and pull them out.

Old Toad had feathers atop his head, stepped left and right hopping, arguing with righteous conviction.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, Supreme Old Frog quickly manifest! Go! Strange————This Lord doesn't believe it, with my invincible wisdom, a lifetime's insights, peerless aptitude! Left Full Rudder!"

Gunpowder smoke burned atop Great Snow Mountain, melting the ten-thousand-year ice and snow.

Great Snow Mountain's strength was far inferior to Southern Frontier, Northern Court, and Great Shun, but its territory was vast; only because resources were barren did the same land area support a population far fewer than the three powers, which consequently also led to the remoteness of the roads.

Heads rolled, blood flowed into rivers, converging into the Huaijiang, dyeing the blue lake red.

April 1st.

The three parties set out.

April 10th.

Ten days of cleansing; the Lotus Flower Sect, the Seven Great Temples, the seventy-two temples — all utterly destroyed.

The tens of thousands upon tens of thousands on Great Snow Mountain were bewildered, at a loss.

April 12th.

The Northern Court Great Khan, the Southern Frontier Tusi, the Great Shun Sage Emperor — simultaneously descended upon the Lotus Flower Sect.

"Your Majesty, mission accomplished without disgrace!"

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