Chapter 44

Yan Qingqing rushed out of the range covered by the seven light traces, intending to quickly take down Li Youyi. A three-foot soft sword cut through the air, the sword marks following a tortuous and illusory path, giving off a strange murderous intent that was impossible to guard against.

Li Youyi knew the other party had opened seven springs; how could he dare to rashly take this sword?

He retreated at the fastest speed and immediately reached for the bottle of Golden Crow blood in his bosom.

Yan Qingqing occupied the upper hand with one sword and naturally pressed the attack, not giving Li Youyi any chance to counterattack.

"Whoosh!"

Li Youyi didn't have time to pour the Golden Crow blood onto the Scripture Belt, only feeling a sky full of sword shadows attacking, his ears filled with sharp sounds. Every sword tip seemed real, wanting to pierce him into a sieve of blood holes.

Without thinking, he turned and fled.

A sharp sword Qi that could pierce the body landed on his back, making a dull sound. But it was blocked by the Ghost Flag worn on the outside and the Corpse-Clothing Soft Armor worn on the inside, not hurting him.

"Want to flee?"

Yan Qingqing knew he had defensive magic artifacts, her heart filled with jealousy and hatred, and she chased after him with her sword.

Li Youyi sometimes used the 'Clear Void Cicada-Chasing Step' of the Chan Gate Twelve Scattered Hands, his figure like an illusion, his steps overlapping. Sometimes, he used 'Yellow Dragon Ascending to Heaven,' flying through the air, crossing those coffins piled up like small mountains as if walking on flat ground.

Without using the Scripture Belt, his speed was actually on par with Yan Qingqing, who had opened seven springs.

"Killed one, held down another; I should have already exceeded the mission requirements, right? If Li Ling can take down the donkey-faced man as soon as possible, there's a chance to completely resolve all hidden dangers today."

Li Youyi had a certain understanding of his own strength; at least in terms of speed, he didn't fear a so-called Spring-Gushing peak magic martial expert like Yan Qingqing at all.

"Awoo!"

A deep, mixed wolf howl sounded in the silence, echoing in the coffin sea, shaking the surrounding night mist until it retreated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The sound of heavy and swift running came from near and far.

Li Youyi looked back and saw a white-furred wolf king, five or six meters long, chasing Li Ling and rushing rapidly in this direction.

The white-furred wolf king's body was half-virtual and half-real; after the cold air on its body was released, it instantly froze a layer of white frost on the floating coffins it ran over. Fang Tong stood on the wolf's back, wearing thick black metal gauntlets on both hands.

The gauntlets weighed a hundred pounds and were a heavy magic martial weapon, cast from a precious, extremely dense metal.

Li Youyi immediately took out the Golden Crow blood and poured it onto the Scripture Belt.

Yan Qingqing had long since given up chasing him and attacked Li Ling, who was fleeing toward them. She wanted to see if that mysterious man would continue to flee or turn back to save her.

In an instant, Li Ling fell into a dangerous situation with a dog in front and a wolf behind, but her expression didn't change at all, and she slapped her palm toward the soft sword Yan Qingqing was thrusting.

The palm wind contained magic power, like a wall of air, shaking the soft sword until it trembled violently.

Yan Qingqing retreated repeatedly, her eyes full of disbelief; she hadn't expected to lose to an Underworld Lamp Guide of the Spirit God realm in the magic martial realm.

"Roar!"

The Snow Wolf King chased up, waving its sharp giant claws, wanting to beat Li Ling's entire body into a pulp.

"Boom!"

Li Ling waved her palm to meet it, but she was no match at all, her body thrown to one side, her entire arm dripping with blood. Before she could land and stand firm, Fang Tong jumped off the wolf's back and struck her head-on with a punch.

Li Ling had just barely rolled to dodge, and Yan Qingqing had already come to attack with her sword.

"Ding!"

A yellow light flashed, and the two swords clashed.

The soft sword went limp, swinging away from in front of Li Ling.

Li Youyi held his sword and joined her, standing back-to-back, looking around at the three strong enemies.

"Your character is much better than I estimated; you didn't leave me behind. Reliable!" Li Ling's face and eyes were still cold, but the corners of her lips raised slightly.

"I just understand one principle: if we don't kill that dog-like deformed human woman today, fleeing away is meaningless."

That sword clash just now made Li Youyi realize that a seven-spring magic martial expert wasn't that terrifying.

The combat power of a deformed human was just like that.

Li Ling said: "Be careful, legend has it that the Snow Wolf King is the mount of Shi Jiuzhai, and its power and speed are beyond what we can match. But it has a fatal weakness: it is not a real wolf body, but the soul of a magic artifact. I can deal with it using mind power, but I need time to cast the Beast Script."

Li Youyi looked at Fang Tong and Yan Qingqing; facing two enemies alone, he didn't have half a chance of winning in his heart.

To everyone's surprise, including Li Ling's own, Li Youyi picked her up, hugged her legs tightly with both hands, stepped on the Clear Void Cicada-Chasing Step, his figure like an illusion, dodging from under the sword Yan Qingqing was thrusting, and rushed into the distance.

With the blessing of the Scripture Belt, his speed was a large margin better than a seven-spring magic martial expert.

"This time, you were the one who took the initiative to carry me. I am still an unmarried girl; won't we be too intimate like this? If it gets out..."

Before Li Ling could continue, Li Youyi said: "The Snow Wolf King is chasing; how long does it take to cast the Beast Script?"

The light spot between Li Ling's brows flickered like a star; she had already been sketching the Beast Script in the Spirit Realm of her Glabella while being carried on Li Youyi's back.

Fang Tong and Yan Qingqing both stood on the back of the Snow Wolf King, the distance between them and the two in front getting closer and closer.

"Don't let her sketch the Beast Script."

The next instant, Fang Tong grabbed Yan Qingqing's left wrist, magic power surging into his arm, and threw her out with all his might.

Yan Qingqing, flying in mid-air, her long hair fluttering, magic power turned into Qi and surged out of her body.

The soft sword was like an arrow breaking the wind, heading straight for Li Ling below.

"Borrowing your sword."

Li Ling took the Yellow Dragon Sword from Li Youyi's hand, flying up like a graceful, astonishing swan, meeting Yan Qingqing who was attacking from above. In mid-air, the two women traded moves, sword Qi crisscrossing in all directions.

"Puff! Puff! Puff..."

When Li Ling landed, the Yellow Dragon Sword was dripping with blood.

When Yan Qingqing landed, there were already four or five blood holes on her body. And waiting for her was the Heaven-Turning Palm print Li Youyi had already prepared.

This palm contained the power of the silver silk gloves, the silver light hitting her head.

With a 'bang,' accompanied by dense bone cracking.

Yan Qingqing's charming face instantly deformed and twisted, her entire head looking like a shattered jar; not only were her seven orifices bleeding, but they all became blurred and indistinct.

She fell straight down, no longer having any breath.

On the other side, the Snow Wolf King rushed over instantly with cold air, white light shining brilliantly on its body. And the Beast Script in Li Ling's Glabella Spirit Realm had also been completed, flying out from between her brows.

"Seeking death!"

In the dazzling white light, Fang Tong suddenly rushed out like a god of death; by the time Li Ling prepared to wave her sword to meet the enemy, it was already too late.

A heavy punch hit Li Ling like a cannonball, knocking her away like a blade of grass, spitting blood, and she couldn't stand up again.

At the same time, the Beast Script hit the Snow Wolf King's brow.

The Snow Wolf King let out a high-pitched and painful roar, its body shrinking, the light and cold air gathering, turning into a wolf tooth, and it fell to the ground with a 'clatter.'

This coffin sea quieted down!

Only Li Youyi and Fang Tong remained, standing four yards apart.

Both of their eyes were chillingly cold, their auras locking onto each other.

Not far away, Yan Qingqing was already dead. And Li Ling's clothes were already dyed red with blood, her life or death unknown.

Even though Li Ling had a thousand faults, she was now an ally who lived and died with him; seeing her injured to such a degree, Li Youyi's fighting spirit and murderous intent were naturally extremely vigorous.

No words.

Fang Tong walked forward slowly, then followed by a rapid pace.

Li Youyi had no intention of competing with him at all, directly taking out the Evil Camel Bell, injecting magic power, and ringing it.

"Clang! Clang!"

The sound gradually became deafening.

"Whoosh!"

The Evil Camel Bell flew out, turning into a half-virtual, half-real giant camel, crashing into the rushing Fang Tong with a 'boom.'

Fang Tong never expected the other party to have such a powerful magic artifact; being affected by the bell, he couldn't react in time and was knocked high into the air by the camel, feeling as if all the bones in his body had broken.

The next moment, only a thunderous roar was heard.

Li Youyi used the black iron seal to strike out a dazzling electric arc as thick as a wrist, winding and spreading, piercing through his body.

"Boom!"

By the time Fang Tong fell to the ground, he was already scorched black, with a bowl-sized blood hole in his chest, unable to figure out until his death where he had failed.

Li Youyi walked in front of him, confirmed he was dead, and went to check on Li Ling's condition.

Seriously injured, but still breathing.

He carefully searched the corpses of Fang Tong, Yan Qingqing, and Xing Wanxing, took away all kinds of wealth, and then kicked them all into the blood sea.

Afterward, Li Youyi picked up the blood-covered Li Ling and walked back.

Five days later, when Li Ling woke up, she was already on a boat heading to Nine Li City.

The boat was a giant passenger sailing ship over twenty yards long, departing from Yao Pass and sailing upstream along the Sui River. The deck had three levels of ship buildings, with over a hundred cabins.

Li Ling lay on a bed in a spacious cabin on the first floor of the ship building, dressed in white silk undergarments, her chest and abdomen wrapped in gauze, having already been treated by a witch doctor in Yao Pass.

The old nurse guarding the bedside was hired by Zhao Zhizhuo in Yao Pass.

Learning that the Fourth Young Lady had woken up, he hurriedly came to pay his respects, and after receiving permission, walked into the cabin. Afterward, he told her how Brother Xie Jin had taken her to Yao Pass, how he had invited the Beast Li witch doctor to treat her, and that everyone was heading to Nine Li City and would arrive at the Cangli tribe first.

Li Ling sat half-up on the couch, covered with a thin, cool quilt, her long hair hanging down naturally, gazing at the wide river surface and the faint mountains outside the door, possessing a peaceful, sickly, and cold beauty, and said slowly: "Zhao Zhizhuo, at the Mang Mountain Grand Sacrifice forty years ago, you ranked first among the Ninety-Nine Heroes. At twenty-three, you stepped into the Five Seas Realm, and at forty-one, all five seas were opened; it was also that year that you were shattered by Yao Qian of the Sui Sect, breaking your five seas. The humble gentleman Yao Qian should be a figure of note in the 'Jiazi Record' now, right?"

Zhao Zhizhuo was first bitter and guilty, then had some disbelief; at the Fourth Young Lady's age, she could actually remember the resume of a useless person so clearly, and a feeling of being moved welled up in his heart.

This kind of importance, to someone who had been ignored for many years and had once been glorious, was more touching than any praise or commendation.

He said shamefully: "It was just the first of the Ninety-Nine Heroes, not even entering the ranks of the Nine Heroes. The Fourth Young Lady is too kind!"

"We will remember everyone who has made a contribution to the Cangli tribe."

After a pause, Li Ling asked: "Are they on the boat too?"

"Is the Fourth Young Lady talking about Brother Xie and his companions?" Zhao Zhizhuo said: "They are going to Nine Li City, it's just on the way."

Li Ling said: "He didn't tell you his real name? Forget it, it's not important."

Zhao Zhizhuo was slightly stunned, then said: "Should I go tell Brother Xie that you have woken up... he is quite concerned about your injuries, Young Lady."

Li Ling said: "Go."

Walking out of the cabin.

Zhao Zhizhuo thought of something, so he turned and bowed, asking: "We will arrive at the Cangli tribe this evening; are we getting off the boat to return to the tribe, or going to Nine Li City?"

"My brother must have already gone to the Nine Li Dao Academy, and my parents are also managing the industry in Nine Li City, so we won't return to the tribe first," Li Ling said.

(End of this chapter)