Chapter 254: One Day, It Will Be For You

Si Han felt a jolt in his heart at Lu Xingzhou's words: "It was taught by a wandering high monk named Zhao En. Uh... according to what Young Master Lu said earlier, is this Monk Zhao En sent by Gu Zhanting?"

"Sent... I doubt Gu Zhanting could send him." Lu Xingzhou thought for a moment but still did not state the matter plainly; if Si Han suddenly decided to reap the benefits of a conflict, it would only make things more chaotic.

So he said, "I originally thought getting you the Bone Dragon was a tactic to draw Gu Shaoli out, but now it seems there is another purpose. Forget the rest for now; how many of you have cultivated the technique that controls the Bone Dragon, and can this technique be abolished?"

Si Han said, "Abolishing it is probably impossible, but stopping the practice is possible. Is there a problem with this technique?"

"This is an evil, yin technique... Under normal circumstances, since your Yingyue Sect's methods lean toward the yin attribute, practicing it would not conflict. The problem is that you are Wang Ting; their kingly qi and this kind of sinister evil are in conflict."

Si Han's heart trembled slightly.

They were not Buddhist or Daoist cultivators; they were completely unskilled in matters like qi meridians and fortune, and many did not even believe in such things.

But since these words came from the man of the Heavenly Yao Holy Lord, their credibility increased by countless times.

The Heavenly Yao Holy Lord would not speak falsely in this regard, especially when intending to support them as a second Great Qian; she would certainly place even greater importance on qi meridians.

"Then we will immediately stop practicing this technique. Does the Holy Lord have any other instructions?"

Lu Xingzhou took out a set of formation flags: "You send four people to distribute themselves at the east, south, west, and north of Yingyue City, each holding one flag. Just sink your divine sense in. I will handle the rest."

An elder of the Yingyue Sect cautiously asked, "This is for..."

"To suppress your kingly qi!"

The entire Yingyue Sect, as if injected with chicken blood, cried out, "We will follow Young Master Lu's orders!"

The crowd held the flags and went to the four corners of Yingyue City, while Lu Xingzhou, holding the main flag, flew quickly to the exact center of Yingyue City.

It was late at night and quiet; Yingyue City was empty. The center was a large square; staying alone on it felt somewhat lonely and panicked, just like Lu Xingzhou's heart at that moment.

Not knowing whether the opponent was human or ghost, judging by their cultivation being on par with Ye Tinglan, Lu Xingzhou still trusted that Ye Tinglan could defeat opponents of the same level; the title of Number One Under Heaven was earned by stepping on peers, and even the Demon Emperor was half a step inferior to her.

However, if the opponent could borrow the qi meridian of an entire nation, then Ye Tinglan might suffer a disadvantage.

He could do nothing else and dared not invite Si Han and others to join the battle to assist; the only thing he could do was help Ye Tinglan suppress the qi meridian of this place, at least preventing the opponent from borrowing it.

But this was difficult to do... at least not something a fourth-grade cultivator could do.

Qi meridians are such ethereal things; what they correspond to is not magic power, but divine sense. For a cultivator who has not yet broken through to third grade and has not yet opened their divine soul cultivation, this is too much of a strain.

Lu Xingzhou closed his eyes, immersing his mind and spirit into the formation flag.

He could feel the qi meridian like a dragon, faintly floating above Yingyue City, covering a hundred li of the sky. But the dragon qi drifted, as if tiny starlight was sinking into the west, being stolen and borrowed by someone. The divine senses of the Yingyue Sect elders and Si Han from the four corners sank and solidified, helping to suppress the four sides, but they did not know the reason, merely lending power purely, requiring Lu Xingzhou to direct them.

Lu Xingzhou silently activated the method of fortune he had asked Ye Tinglan about when he was at Tianxing Sword Sect, mobilizing the power of the Four Symbols, condensing the sky, and stabilizing the eight directions.

His sea of consciousness felt like being pricked by needles; just a slight activation exceeded the limit.

Just as Ye Tinglan said back then, "Changing the feng shui and qi meridian is an act of defying heaven and altering fate," and "Are you willing to risk your life for Shen Tang?"

How had he responded at that time?

"Perhaps one day, it will be for Mr."

A single word became a prophecy.

The irony was that no one knew whether Ye Tinglan actually needed this desperate help; perhaps she didn't need it at all.

The battle between Ye Tinglan and Monk Zhao En had also entered a white-hot stage.

At first, Zhao En had a bit of contempt for this woman.

He had not been in this world for a short time; seeing the familiarity in his dialogue with Ye Tinglan, he knew he was relatively familiar with the Heavenly Yao Holy Lord, one of the most powerful figures in this world. According to various pieces of information, the age of this Heavenly Yao Holy Lord was not even over a hundred.

For super-grade cultivation, this age could be considered a genius that shocked the world; even in the ancient past, she would be rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, extremely remarkable. But in battle, this could be a disadvantage, because less than a hundred years of combat experience compared to their kind of thousand-year-old demons was obviously immature, and their understanding of some ancient mysterious scriptures and strange arts was obviously lacking.

The old woman in A Nuo's mouth was, for these old demons, definitely a young woman. A young woman, currently in the stage where the Red Phoenix Star is moving with passion, obviously had a chaotic mind and plenty of loopholes.

But when the fight started, it was completely not like that.

According to observation, neither Great Qian nor Tian Shuang had much of a Buddhist sect; logically, Ye Tinglan should not be so familiar with Buddhist methods, but in actual combat, it was discovered that she was very familiar.

His self-proclaimed high-level "ancient strange arts" were met by Ye Tinglan as if she had practiced face-to-face a thousand times; they posed no threat whatsoever.

His self-proclaimed loopholes that could influence the opponent's mind; he used various types of mental assaults or illusion techniques, but they had not the slightest effect on Ye Tinglan, instead stabbing his own sea of consciousness painfully.

Just like now, he used the method of self-manifesting extreme bliss to guide the opponent into a heavenly illusion, making her see her most tender and affectionate "lover." But the little lover was directly strangled to death by Ye Tinglan, without even changing her expression.

The illusionary realm shattered like glass; Ye Tinglan's sword almost directly stabbed into Zhao En's heart. Fortunately, Zhao En dodged quickly, only drawing a spray of blood.

"With such firmness of mind, how can the Red Phoenix Star move you?" Zhao En flew back, asking incredulously, "Is your lover just a game to you?"

Ye Tinglan kept a stern face, her sword qi frosty and cold.

She had no obligation to answer the monk's question.

In fact, the way Lu Xingzhou and she interacted was different from what ordinary people understood. The so-called lover? She never agreed to that, okay! Lu Xingzhou was currently using "rewards" and "I'm tired," pitifully begging for a little tofu to eat.

The lover in your illusion came up with a mouthful of "I love you," all sticky and wanting to seek pleasure... crazy! Don't talk about illusions; even if the real Lu Xingzhou played like that, she would strangle him without hesitation. Moreover, this monk's secret method was malicious; if she truly felt moved in the illusion, she would likely be led by him to arouse desire and become a furnace.

This method of maiden union was something she knew too well. She could even teach Lu Xingzhou how to counter the maiden mysterious art; how could she lack experience? She was an expert.

There is nothing new under the sun; the maiden mysterious art was not created out of thin air; it was nothing more than an ancient inheritance, perhaps even inheriting the Buddhist Joy branch.

But just as the battle was going in her favor, the monk in front of her disappeared again, and the scene changed once more.

Another illusionary realm assault? Is it never-ending?

Ye Tinglan suddenly raised her head.

The original location was a valley surrounded by dark mountains on all sides, like being in the depths of an abyss. Now it was even more obvious; it seemed she had fallen into a demon abyss, and the surrounding mountains had turned into pillars of Buddha light, like huge fingers standing upright, suppressing her below.

Above, a huge golden Buddha face looked down from a high position.

Like an ant in the palm of a god or Buddha, no matter how many tricks were used, escape was impossible.

Immense pressure pressed on her body and her mind; she could not move, leaving only desperate screams and struggles.

Ye Tinglan's knees went soft, and she almost propped herself up with her sword.

This was not an illusionary realm... or rather, not just an illusionary realm.

This was the opponent's supreme technique, a super-grade forbidden technique like Buddha Country in the Palm, combining physical pressure and mental assault. For someone with an unfirm mind, merely falling into such a desperate scene was enough to crush a person.

But this kind of imagery should only be caused by an absolute gap in cultivation; it should not occur in a battle between equals.

The opponent had borrowed another force and combined it with his own, which caused the disparity in levels.

Ye Tinglan knew what that was... He never expected this Monk to have already stolen the local qi veins to such an extent.

In other words, if this move could be broken, the connection between the opponent and the local qi veins would be completely severed, returning everything to the origin. The opponent originally would never dare to use this move casually; once used, there would be no retreat—either she would die, or the opponent would fail utterly.

"Is this the level of an ancient monster from the Old Realm?" Ye Tinglan sweat flowed down his forehead, yet he chuckled lightly: "So unable to hold on. How long has it been, and you've already revealed your trump card?"

Zhao En's face sank like water. He could not launch any other attacks and could only answer slowly: "The strength of the Holy Lord of Tianyao indeed far exceeds my expectations. Being number one in Great Qian is well-deserved; perhaps he is truly number one in the current world, not just in Great Qian."

Ye Tinglan said slowly: "You flatter me. The powerful in the current world are as numerous as carts of grain and bushels of grain; it is just that you all have lived long beyond the heavens and no longer know the heroes of the human world."

"Perhaps, but it does not matter." Zhao En murmured the Buddhist chant: "If the Holy Lord of Tianyao falls here, this world is nothing more than this."

Ye Tinglan suddenly raised his head; above him was another giant palm, slowly pressing down.

Although the downward pressure was slow, it brought even greater mental oppression.

Ye Tinglan's sea of consciousness already felt a stinging pain, but the unyielding battle intent in his eyes grew even stronger: "Then let us see if you have the ability."

"Whoosh!" A compass flew out of the ring.

The compass spun, shifting the stars and moving the constellations.

The pressing Buddhist palm was blocked by the compass and could not advance an inch.

The compass emitted a soft light that spread across heaven and earth; evil spirits could not hide their forms.

It seemed capable of illuminating the shadows beneath the finger-like pillars of Buddhist light surrounding them, revealing their incongruous connection with the golden Buddhist light above.

"Clang!" The divine sword emerged again, slashing toward the junction between the shadow and the Buddhist light.

That was to sever the connection between Zhao En and the Tianshuang qi veins.

"Ding!" The sword light struck the base of the finger. Not far away, Zhao En's mouth corner bled, and his body swayed slightly.

Blood also oozed from the corner of Ye Tinglan's mouth. With his attention divided, the compass above began to be pressed down by the Buddhist palm, barely remaining a zhang above his head.

Would she sever the finger base first, or would the Buddhist palm press onto her head first? It came down to a single moment.

But she ultimately had to divide her attention to deal with different forces, clearly placing her at a disadvantage.

If only someone could help... even if it was just to distract slightly.

Just then, it seemed another illusion appeared before her eyes.

The image of Lu Xingzhou appeared inexplicably in the field, like a giant standing between heaven and earth, holding up the Buddhist palm with one hand.

No... this is not an illusion.

This was Lu Xingzhou, whose whereabouts were unknown, using the method of suppressing qi veins to compete with Zhao En for the Tianshuang qi veins, made manifest here.

This judgment flashed through her mind. Ye Tinglan hesitated no more; the divine sword erupted with brilliant radiance and slashed directly toward the finger bases surrounding them.

It seemed Zhao En's horrified cry echoed in her ears: "How is this possible!"

Only one sentence of dialogue from the past flashed through Ye Tinglan's heart.

"Perhaps one day, it will be for Mr."

(End of this chapter)