Chapter 298

I always feel a strange sense of indebtedness to this world.

Perhaps in others' eyes, Yun Yixian Weng's behavior is foolish and ridiculous.

But isn't it exactly this kind of person, willing to sacrifice themselves for their ideals, that this world needs?

Their existence prevents this chaotic age from falling into total darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to this world.

Everyone laughs at them as foolish and naive, yet everyone hopes there could be more people like Yun Yixian Weng in this world.

With them, this world would not completely lose hope.

Youming Lao Gui let out a soft sigh, knowing that more words would be useless; only strength could decide the outcome.

As soon as they moved, they attacked Yun Yixian Weng like a ghost, black mist swirling in their palm—this was their unique secret technique, Netherworld Heavenly Killing Qi.

Facing the fierce attack, Yun Yixian Weng showed no fear.

They took a deep breath, formed hand seals, and chanted: "Spirits of heaven and earth, hear my command; let Qiankun be the symbol, the warp and weft the guide!"

As the chant ended, the talisman in their hand suddenly blazed, turning into a golden light that flew toward Youming Lao Gui.

Youming Lao Gui snorted coldly, flickered their form, dodged the talisman's binding, and simultaneously launched a fiercer attack.

Their Netherworld Heavenly Killing Qi appeared especially eerie in the night, as if it could devour all light.

Yun Yixian Weng remained unmoved, forming hand seals and chanting again: "Sun, moon, and stars, be at my disposal; the power of talismans, protect me wholly!"

A new talisman flew from their hand, heading toward Youming Lao Gui's assault.

In the night sky, the talisman and Netherworld Heavenly Killing Qi clashed violently, emitting a deafening roar.

Yun Yixian Weng's form drifted like flowing clouds, dodging Youming Lao Gui's assault.

At the same time, forming hand seals, streams of talismans flew from their hand, turning into gleaming golden chains that wound toward Youming Lao Gui.

Youming Lao Gui snorted coldly, flickered their form, and easily evaded the talisman's binding.

Their form like lightning, they launched another fierce attack at Yun Yixian Weng.

Yun Yixian Weng remained unmoved; their form like wind, drifting unpredictably to dodge Youming Lao Gui's attacks.

At the same time, they activated their Heaven and Earth Talisman Classic again.

Streams of talismans descended like a heavenly net, enveloping Youming Lao Gui.

The two exchanged dozens of rounds in the night sky, each attack perilous to the extreme.

Youming Lao Gui's Netherworld Heavenly Killing Qi, though strange and unpredictable.

But Yun Yixian Weng's Heaven and Earth Talisman Classic could always skillfully neutralize their attacks.

"Old ghost, your Netherworld Heavenly Killing Qi truly lives up to its reputation."

While dodging the attacks, Yun Yixian Weng also did not forget to praise their opponent.

At the same time, when the Suspicion Mirror Office chief and Yun Yixian Weng were intercepted by someone.

Likewise, Si Ruo Kong, who was also rushing to Purple Cloud Mountain, encountered their own opponent.

Three old monsters who walked out of the Hundred Schools of Thought stood like shadows across Si Ruo Kong's path forward.

These three individuals all had white hair, yet were spirited, dressed in simple ancient robes that fluttered lightly in the breeze, as if sages had stepped out of a dusty historical scroll.

Two of them, late-stage Cultivation elders, had eyes deep as the sea, and every gesture seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth,

It seemed as if they had merged with heaven and earth, reaching the pinnacle of martial arts.

"Yin Yang School's Zuo Qiu Ming, greetings, Daoist Friend Si."

The first elder stroked their long beard, voice booming like a bell; their cultivated Supreme Ultimate Mystic Dao could harmonize yin and yang, transform strength into softness, and overcome hardness with softness.

"Mohist School's Gong Sun Hong, pleased to meet you."

The second elder bowed with clasped hands; their Universal Love Non-aggression Sword Method integrated Mohist thought, balancing offense and defense, flawless.

"School of Military's Han Duan Bo, I wish to exchange a few moves with the ancestor."

The final elder, a mid-stage Cultivation practitioner, smiled faintly.

"The Hundred Schools of Thought?"

"You've also gotten involved?"

"Indeed, you're all a bunch of treacherous ministers and villainous sons!"

Si Ruo Kong stopped in their tracks, a flicker of coldness crossing their brow.

The three elders before them merely gave a light smile, paying no heed to Si Ruo Kong's accusations.

They stood firm like pine and cypress, exuding an air of transcendence beyond the mundane.

"Daoist Friend Si, you speak too seriously."

"We are merely following Heaven's mandate, each serving our own lord."

Zuo Qiuming gently stroked his beard, taking no offense.

"All things in the world have their own Way."

"Everything we do is predestined."

Gongsun Hong also introduced the Way.

"You were sent by that little rabbit bastard of the Night King?"

A hint of cold severity flashed across Si Ruokong's brow, his voice seeming to pierce a thousand-year-old ice.

"Yes, and also no."

Zuo Qiuming, Gongsun Hong, and Han Duanbo exchanged a glance, and finally Zuo Qiuming spoke up to respond.

They three indeed came this time to assist the Night King, but they were not betting on the Night King.

They were merely tasked with blocking Si Ruokong, the strongest of the Great Qian in Yuzhou this time.

"The Night King harbors ambition for the world; his ambition is commendable. However, we, the hundred schools, though each forms our own formation, also have some insight into the grand situation of the world."

"The Night King's path is not the only choice; we merely follow the trend, seeking a sliver of hope for the world."

Gongsun Hong continued speaking.

Si Laozu, you are the elder ancestor of the Great Qian Imperial Clan; naturally you see the state of the world more clearly than we do.

Although Ye Wang has grand ambitions, the affairs of the world cannot be accomplished by one person alone.

We are willing to lend him our aid, but we are not placing all our hopes solely on him.

Han Duanbo also added.

Hmph, what an opportunist! You scholars have always been adept at sailing with the wind; this time aiding Ye Wang is merely because you see some benefit in him.

You speak so nicely!

Si Ruokong, hearing this, couldn't help but sneer.

Zuo Qiuming and the others, hearing this, kept their expressions unchanged.

What Daoist Friend Si says is quite right.

However, this state of the world is essentially a gamble.

Having chosen to place our bets, we have already prepared for victory or defeat.

If Ye Wang succeeds, that's fine; if he fails, it's merely fate.

Gongsun Hong smiled indifferently.

Hmph! Different paths, no mutual counsel.

Si Ruokong mocked coldly, his brows full of contempt and resolve.

A bunch of rebels, daring to speak so righteously!

His voice was like the north wind in winter—icy and piercing.

Having spoken, Si Ruokong moved like an arrow released from a bow, straight at the three opposite him.

The Heaven-Earth Dragon Roar Palm in his hand had already gathered power, ready to strike.

A faint dragon's roar sounded from his palm, as if a true dragon were about to burst forth.

Facing such might, Zuo Qiuming, Gongsun Hong, and Han Duanbo grew solemn.

They knew well that any one of them alone could not match Si Ruokong.

This elder ancestor of the Great Qian Imperial Clan, renowned for a hundred years, possesses unfathomable strength; he is no ordinary foe.

Thus, the three decided to join forces and come to block Si Ruokong.

Otherwise, if one came alone to face the enraged Si Ruokong,

it is doubtful any of them could withstand him.

Each circulated their inner strength, preparing to jointly resist Si Ruokong's fierce assault.

Zuo Qiuming flitted about like a ghost around Si Ruokong, trying to distract him.

Gongsun Hong gripped his black longsword, its tip aimed at Si Ruokong, seeking an opening.

The three cooperated seamlessly, as if one entity.

Although their techniques differed, each move complemented the others' actions perfectly.

However, Si Ruokong's Heaven-Earth Dragon Roar Palm had already come crashing forth.

The palm wind surged like a dragon, deafening.

(End of chapter)