Chapter 559: Di Er Meng, Di Er Dao Huang, Di San Zhu Huang

The Zheng Xie Dao has always been sparsely populated.

But today, people have arrived here one after another.

A plump figure could be seen flickering, shuttling across the Zheng Xie Dao; his lightness skill was unexpectedly not weak. Before long, the man arrived atop that ten-thousand-foot cliff, only then slowing his pace slightly.

This man was short and fat, his face covered in rolls of flesh, looking exactly like a fat pig that had become a spirit. He held a wine gourd in his hand, his toes tapping repeatedly as he skimmed across the iron chain. His two-to-three-hundred-pound body moved like a swallow in the clouds. With mist swirling beneath his feet and a ten-thousand-foot chasm below, he was not moved in the slightest.

This person was none other than—Di San Zhu Huang.

Di San Zhu Huang was a close friend of Di Yi Xie Huang, so he naturally knew the news of the latter's reclusive life, occasionally coming to chat and drink with his old friend.

The moment Di San Zhu Huang's toes landed in the Ku Ye Lin, his simple, honest-looking fat face changed slightly. The forest of withered trees was a mess, covered in blade marks, with faint traces of Demon Qi that had yet to dissipate.

"What is going on? Could it be that Xie Huang's demonic nature can no longer be suppressed?" Di San Zhu Huang frowned, leaning down to touch a ferocious blade mark, only to be struck as if by lightning, hurriedly retreating.

Looking at his large palm, a hideous and terrifying blade mark stretched from his finger to his elbow, blood spilling onto the ground. Had Di San Zhu Huang not possessed a formidable level of cultivation himself, this arm would likely have been crippled.

"What tyrannical blade intent, what powerful Demon Qi... Even if Xie Huang has entered the path of the Demon, he might not possess such terrifying cultivation. What on earth is happening..."

Di San Zhu Huang's brows were tightly locked, his heart growing increasingly puzzled.

Just as he was about to head toward the Life and Death Gate, he suddenly heard a wild laugh from the other end of the iron chain: "Haha, Zhu Huang, thank you for leading the way. Xie Huang, I have finally found you. You cannot escape today's battle."

This voice was rough and overbearing, sounding like an explosion, echoing endlessly across the ten-thousand-foot chasm; the clouds and mist were shaken away by the sound, showing the depth of the newcomer's Internal Force.

As soon as the words fell, a burly man was seen leaping from the other end of the iron chain, holding a long blade that scattered cold light. His speed was even greater than that of Di San Zhu Huang. His messy hair fluttered in the wind, and he looked just like a male lion.

Behind the burly man followed a small figure in a hooded cloak; although her face could not be seen clearly, it was vaguely discernible that she was a little girl of about ten years old.

Although the little girl's lightness skill was far inferior to that of Zhu Huang and the burly man, it was not weak at all, as she skimmed lightly toward the cliff side.

"Haha, it has been so many years. Since I was defeated by you, I have been practicing with focus, abandoning emotion for the blade, and finally realized the heartless, righteous-abandoning, and invincible Seven Absolute Blade Arts of Severed Emotion. Xie Huang, today I will surely use the blade in my hand to wash away the shame of being second."

In the blink of an eye, the burly man had crossed the iron chain and arrived at the edge of the forest where blade energy crisscrossed.

As it turned out, this person was Di Er Dao Huang.

Although the First, Second, and Third were old friends, Di Er Dao Huang was unwilling to be second and had always spurred himself to challenge Xie Huang, determined to become the first, yet he was defeated in every battle. Because of this, he eventually broke ties with Xie Huang.

One of the reasons Di Yi Xie Huang lived in seclusion at the Zheng Xie Dao was to avoid Di Er Dao Huang.

And the little girl behind Di Er Dao Huang was the daughter of Dao Huang, Di Er Meng.

Now, Di Er Dao Huang had followed Di San Zhu Huang and finally found Di Yi Xie Huang; his blade energy surged, his state of mind manic, and he seemed to transform into a killing blade, breaking through the air toward the Life and Death Gate.

"Dao Huang, stop! Xie Huang's condition is not good; it seems he has already entered the path of the Demon." Di San Zhu Huang hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

"Get out of my way! No one can stop my battle with Xie Huang today."

Di Er Dao Huang glared, his "Zheng Ming Blade" slashing down with force—tyrannical, ruthless, and fast as lightning. He would not hold back in the slightest just because the person before him was an old friend; this was exactly the "Seven Absolute Blade Arts of Severed Emotion" he had realized.

Di San Zhu Huang's strength was not equal to Di Er Dao Huang's, and without a weapon in hand, he could only dodge awkwardly, his fat body rolling on the ground.

After forcing Zhu Huang back with one strike, Di Er Dao Huang immediately rushed toward the Life and Death Gate.

"Uncle Zhu, are you alright? Father has become somewhat manic in order to battle Uncle Xie Huang." Little Di Er Meng hurriedly helped Di San Zhu Huang up, her tone filled with apology.

"Your Uncle Zhu has thick skin and flesh; I'm fine." Di San Zhu Huang patted the dust off his body, revealing a simple, honest smile. But when he saw the little face under Di Er Meng's hooded cloak, his fat face suddenly turned cold: "It's one thing for Dao Huang to go crazy himself, but to make you practice that damn Seven Absolute Blade Arts of Severed Emotion—a perfectly good little girl, turned into this. Regardless of the outcome this time, I must give him a good scolding."

Di Er Meng hurriedly pulled her cloak: "Uncle Zhu, let's go find them quickly."

"Right, right, I almost forgot the important business."

On the other side, Di Er Dao Huang's movement technique was incomparably fast, stirring up a gale, and in only a moment, he arrived outside the Life and Death Gate.

"Xie Huang, come out and battle me!"

Di Er Dao Huang slashed out a massive blade of energy, creating an even larger gap in the already dilapidated Life and Death Gate. With a flash, he swept into the gate.

Inside, candle flames flickered.

The first thing Di Er Dao Huang saw was a person.

Dressed in black, sitting cross-legged before a Chessboard, he dropped a white piece, a faint smile on his lips, as if he did not hold the myriad things of the world in his eyes.

Di Yi Xie Huang was also in the secret chamber, sitting opposite Yu Liancheng, but at this moment, Xie Huang's eyes were closed, and wisps of black energy emanated from his entire body. His face, originally divided into black and white, was now constantly twisting and changing, extremely strange, as if the pieces on the Chessboard were slaughtering each other.

"Xie Huang, today I will make you yield your 'First' to me."

Although Di Er Dao Huang sensed that the situation seemed abnormal, he still let out a thunderous roar, his fighting spirit surging.

"Stop shouting, he cannot hear you." Yu Liancheng said calmly: "Besides, that 'Seven Absolute Blade Arts of Severed Emotion' of yours is complete rubbish; stop embarrassing yourself."

"Brat, you are courting death!"

"

Hearing this, Dao Huang was enraged and immediately unleashed the 'Killing Heart Becomes Burning' from the Seven Absolute Blade Arts of Severed Emotion, striking out with his long blade.

Boom!

When Di San Zhu Huang and Di Er Meng arrived, they saw Di Er Dao Huang flying out from the broken Life and Death Gate, crashing over ten zhang away and dragging a deep, long trench in the ground before he could barely stop his momentum.

Both Di Er Meng and Di San Zhu Huang were shocked. Di Er Dao Huang's strength was beyond doubt, but how could he be defeated so quickly and so miserably? Could it be that Di Yi Xie Huang's strength after entering the path of the Demon had reached such a level?

"Father..."

Di Er Meng was about to help Dao Huang up, but Dao Huang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fighting spirit even stronger. With an angry roar, he acted like a furious lion, once again killing his way into the Life and Death Gate.

Di Er Meng and Di San Zhu Huang hurriedly followed, and they also saw the calm and composed Yu Liancheng and the black-and-white alternating Di Yi Xie Huang.

"Brat, take another blade from me: Emotion and Hatred Become Void!"

Di Er Dao Huang finally unleashed the final move of the Seven Absolute Blade Arts of Severed Emotion. Unlike the tyranny and strength of the previous six moves, the intent of this move revealed a sense of "void."

Emotion is void, hatred is void, the blade is void, the move is void...

This blade is also void.

Empty and void!

Coming from the void, going to the void; coming from the void without a trace.

Since the move and the blade have already become void, how could one possibly receive it?

It is just like a wisp of wind brushing past; there is simply no way to grasp it in one's palm.

Di San Zhu Huang's natural talent was extremely high, far surpassing the second, and he was even able to catch up to the first. The "Creation Blade" technique he created himself was also an extremely profound blade art. It was only because he was lazy by nature and lacked ambition for the Martial Dao that he ranked last among the three. If one spoke of vision and strength, he was not lacking. But at this moment, seeing Di Er Dao Huang's blade, he could not help but sigh in admiration to himself.

Of the Seven Severed Emotions, only this blade is truly the severing of emotion and righteousness.

However, facing Di Er Dao Huang's "Love and Hate Become Void," Yu Liancheng merely swept a faint glance over it, and a strand of Yanjing shot out.

The Yanjing was as sharp as lightning, striking the flaw in that blade move. It instantly caused the blade momentum to collapse, and even caused the "Zhengming Blade" to shatter directly. The remaining Yanjing even struck Dao Huang on the shoulder, causing him to stagger backward.

"This... this is impossible..."

Di Er Dao Huang revealed an expression of disbelief, both shocked and terrified.

If he had been repelled by the opponent earlier, it could still be seen as underestimating the enemy and carelessness.

But at this moment...

With just a single glance, he had his blade broken and his person injured.

"This is Yanjing, you, you are the 'Terror of Terror' Yu Liancheng!?" Di San Zhu Huang said in surprise.

In the battle at Wushuang City, a strand of Yu Liancheng's Yanjing landed on a stone, shattering it, while the stone fragments injured or killed a group of Wushuang City disciples.

That miraculous and unfathomable Yanjing had caused quite a stir in the pugilistic world. Added to that his black robes, handsome appearance, and that extraordinary, carefree temperament, it was undoubtedly Yu Liancheng.

These days, Dao Huang had been single-mindedly pursuing the whereabouts of Di Yi Xie Huang; he was cold and arrogant by nature and had little social interaction, so even if he had occasionally heard of the "Terror of Terror," he had not taken it to heart.

At this moment, he only muttered to himself in disbelief: "Love is suffering, love is a debt, love is sorrow, love is emptiness... To be foolish for love one's whole life is not as good as being emotionless! I have already severed my emotions and desires, why have I still been defeated, and defeated so miserably."

In order to practice the Seven Severed Emotions, he alienated his family, remained indifferent even when his parents passed away, grew distant from his wife, and did not even spare a glance for the birth of his daughter Di Er Meng, all just to practice supreme blade techniques.

Yet... today he had been defeated so miserably.

"Heh." Yu Liancheng let out a cold laugh upon hearing this: "If you had truly severed your emotions and righteousness, you should not be obsessed with the blade, nor obsessed with being the first. You still have an obsession with the blade, and a lingering attachment to fame; you have not yet truly become emotionless. Your so-called Seven Severed Emotions are not worth a damn."

Di Er Dao Huang's body trembled.

That was right, if he were truly emotionless, how could he be obsessed with the blade, or obsessed with being the first.

"Furthermore, when it comes to blade techniques, it is not the case that the more 'severed' the better, but rather... the stronger the better." Having said this, Yu Liancheng stopped paying attention to Dao Huang and shifted his gaze to Di Er Meng's small body, his expression immediately becoming a few degrees softer. The latter, like a startled young beast, could not help but take two steps back.

"Little girl, come here."

Yu Liancheng beckoned to Di Er Meng, a smile on his lips, his expression as warm as the spring sun.

Di Er Meng hesitated for a moment, then finally took a step and walked over.

Yu Liancheng reached out and removed Di Er Meng's hooded cloak, revealing a cute and pretty little face.

But what was surprising was that this face was white to an extreme, and without a trace of expression, looking just like a face carved from snow. Even more astonishing was that those large, almond-shaped eyes, while extremely beautiful, had whites that faintly revealed a hint of light blue, making the already ice-sculpture-like Di Er Meng look even more like an elf in the snow, as if she would melt away if touched by the sunlight.

"Little girl, you look truly beautiful." Yu Liancheng looked at the little girl with a smile.

"Really?" A moving smile bloomed on that ice-like face. Ever since she had turned into this appearance, she had been unable to make friends of her own age because of this strange face, and was even regarded as a monster. Until today, apart from her mother, this was the first time she had heard words of praise, and they were absolutely devoid of any hypocrisy or pretense.

"Of course it's true." Yu Liancheng smiled.

Di Er Meng became even happier, but soon her brows furrowed slightly, and she clutched her chest like Xishi, appearing to be in unbearable pain.

As it turned out, Di Er Dao Huang had forced Di Er Meng to practice the Seven Severed Emotions when she was five years old.

Although it had only been three years, Di Er Meng had mastered seven or eight tenths of the Seven Severed Emotions. However, despite her success in practicing the blade, an unexpected change had occurred in Di Er Meng's body.

Her little face became whiter and whiter, the whites of her eyes gradually turned ice-blue, and her body became as cold as frost. And once she had any emotional fluctuations, or even just a simple cry or laugh, her heart would immediately ache as if it were splitting, and sweat would pour down like rain.

As for the reason, it was because the Seven Severed Emotions were created by Dao Huang; except for the final move, they were all wide-open, extremely Yang and extremely rigid blade techniques.

It would be fine for a man to practice them, but if a woman practiced them, it would be counterproductive; the extremely Yang and extremely hot blade Qi would gather in the heart and not disperse, and the internal Qi in her limbs and bones would flow toward her heart like a hundred rivers returning to the sea in order to calm the Yin-Yang conflict in her heart.

And with all the True Qi in her body gathered in her heart, her skin would become increasingly cold and pale, eventually becoming the strange person before him, white as snow with ice-blue eyes.

Since her heart had become the place where a hundred energies gathered, any joy or anger would naturally affect the balance, causing her heart to ache incessantly.

Although Dao Huang understood this principle, he could not force the fiery blade Qi out, so he simply let things be and continued to force his daughter to bitterly practice the Seven Severed Emotions.

Yu Liancheng shook his head; he was simple and crude, placing his palm against Di Er Meng's back and circulating the Art of Absorbing Power to directly suck away all the True Qi in Di Er Meng's body, then using his own mellow internal True Qi to regulate it.

Because the change in the True Qi within her body was too rapid, Di Er Meng let out a soft "Ying" and fainted directly.

"You, you have crippled the Seven Severed Emotions she practiced." Di Er Dao Huang said in shock.

"That's right. Although your Seven Severed Emotions have their merits, they are not suitable for her to practice. Rest assured, I will teach her martial arts that are far superior to your blade techniques."

Placing the small Di Er Meng on his lap, Yu Liancheng turned his gaze toward Di Yi Xie Huang, whose face was changing between black and white with increasing intensity, though the black side seemed to be expanding more and more.

"Good, it is my turn to act; let me help you complete the Demon Heart Crossing."

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