Chapter 363: Rain of Gold and Silver, Killing Intent Approaches

Zheng Qi's sternum was shattered by the palm strike, blood spilled from her mouth and nose, and she was sent crashing into a nearby civilian house.

Zheng Anqi reached up and touched his face.

Zheng Qi's sword had pierced in from the corner of his mouth, running through his entire oral cavity; it was only an inch away from piercing his spine. He was only an inch away from death.

Even though the wound on his face healed in an instant, the cold aura and the smell of rust from the sword blade still lingered in his mouth.

Rage surged in his heart.

Zheng Anqi threw down the Dharma sword in his left hand.

Amidst the ruins of the civilian house, Zheng Qi slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth expressionlessly, and killed her way toward Zheng Anqi without a moment's hesitation.

At the end of Tianjie, within the military formation.

The four garrison eunuchs were craning their necks, waiting for news.

Cun Dong closed his eyes and rubbed his thumb ring, Shang Qiu's expression was anxious, and he paced back and forth with pursed lips. Liu Chun and Shou Xia stood close together, whispering something, their cold gazes scanning the other two repeatedly.

Soon, a guard came to report: "Immortal Master Zheng is fighting the evil entity, and was stabbed in the face by a sword..."

Shang Qiu exclaimed suddenly: "Is the old master alright?"

The guard bowed: "Still—"

Pfft.

A long arrow shot from nowhere pierced his throat.

Blood dripped onto Shang Qiu's face. He couldn't react for a moment, reached up to touch it, saw his hand full of scarlet, and his expression changed drastically as he was about to cry out.

Pfft.

Another long arrow shot over, piercing his crown.

The remaining three garrison eunuchs reacted, ducked into the military formation, and shouted "Assassin!" repeatedly, and guards chased in the direction the arrow had come from.

Gu Feixuan shot a few more arrows but failed to achieve anything.

Seeing that the guards had reached close range, he had no choice but to leap off the civilian house and flee along the rooftops.

Within the military formation, the gazes of the three garrison eunuchs met in the air.

The guard hadn't finished his sentence, his line of sight was blocked by the surging crowd, and they couldn't see the situation at the altar; they only knew that Zheng Anqi had been stabbed through the face.

Shang Qiu had also been assassinated, his corpse lying right before them.

The three garrison eunuchs understood that it was difficult to achieve everything today.

"What time is it now!"

"Two quarters past noon! Two quarters until high noon!"

"Don't wait! We can't wait!"

"Indecision leads to chaos! Shang Qiu is the warning!"

Cun Dong gritted his teeth and shouted suddenly.

"Scatter the gold and silver! Let Immortal Master Zheng perform the immortal arts!"

The guards took the order and rushed into Tianjie, not caring who was in front of them, hacking and killing left and right, opening a bloody path in an instant.

Reaching the center of Tianjie, they stopped suddenly. They formed a circle, pounded their scabbards on the ground, and shouted in unison.

"The time has come!"

"The time has come!"

"The time has come!"

The sound waves spread out, echoing over Tianjie.

Zheng Anqi and Zheng Qi were in a death struggle, their vigorous True Qi swaying like white silk, cutting a full ten feet off the altar. Shattered sandalwood, broken Dharma swords, and flying tassels fell into the surging crowd.

Poisonous insects circled in the air and on the ground. The high noon sun shone on their carapaces, reflecting a seven-colored oily sheen.

From the end of Tianjie to the center, a bloody path covered in corpses stretched for dozens of feet, and the blood was kicked up by chaotic footsteps, splashing onto fanatical faces.

Zheng Yi's flute sound stalled.

The air was compressed to the limit.

At this very moment, the guards shouted in unison.

"Open the Heavenly Gate, receive the gold and silver! —"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A series of explosions, and on the second floors of the civilian houses on both sides of Tianjie, hundreds of doors and windows were suddenly smashed by blades and swords!

The sunlight shone in, illuminating huge boxes and bamboo baskets, which were then reflected by the gold, silver, and jewelry overflowing within, scattering onto the faces of the commoners in Tianjie.

"Receive the gold and silver! —"

Tipping.

The containers were tipped toward Tianjie.

Clatter—

Like rain, brilliant gold and silver, along with silk and satin not yet washed of bloodstains, poured down, merging with the crowd. Falling to the ground, they made a crisp and pleasant sound.

The human voices stalled for a moment.

And then, they exploded.

"It's real! The imperial court didn't lie to us!"

"Immortal Master Zheng really has the method to turn stone into gold!"

"Immortal Master Zheng, Immortal Master Zheng!"

"Mine, mine, ah ah ah—"

The fanatical arms that had slowly lowered as Zheng Anqi threw away his Dharma sword were raised fanatically once more. Tens of thousands of fingers, like grass leaves emerging from the soil in early spring, greedily grabbed toward the air and the ground.

Bloodshot pupils, blood-stained gold and silver.

Blades and swords, shouting, crowds, altars.

Golden yellow, silvery white, blood red, entangled and merged, flowing along Tianjie.

The crowd began to surge.

Zheng Yi put down the long flute in her hand.

There was no need to play music anymore; gold and silver, far more effective than Yingzhou's secret Wu Gong, gold and silver collected by the four garrison eunuchs and the twenty-eight water strongholds by intercepting innocent commoners, had completely robbed the commoners of their sanity.

She looked at Wang Hai, who was hiding in the crowd, then turned to look at Zheng Qi and Zheng Anqi, who were fighting, her lips pursed.

Bang!

Zheng Qi was repelled again, the long sword in her hand shattered.

Zheng Anqi flipped and landed on the broken altar, his gaze stopping for a moment on Zheng Qi's unwavering face, then falling toward the surging crowd below.

The sun had not yet reached the center of the sky; there were still two quarters until high noon. Tianjie had not yet been filled by the commoners, and he had not yet killed Zheng Qi to take the "Xuanlan" from her.

"Forget it."

A long sigh.

"It was a death-defying gamble to begin with; how can one speak of perfection."

His gaze turned to Zheng Qi, who was slowly standing up again, a hint of pity and sympathy in his eyes.

Zheng Anqi's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

But looking at Zheng Qi's expressionless face, he understood that Zheng Qi would not be swayed by anything he said.

Although their goals were the same—to betray their ancestors and cut off Yingzhou.

Snap.

Zheng Anqi's hands suddenly came together.

The protective True Qi, as thin as a cicada's wing, surrounding his body suddenly expanded, spreading toward the commoners below who had been robbed of their sanity.

Zheng Qi paused, then lunged toward Zheng Anqi.

She had been waiting for this opportunity—the opportunity for Zheng Anqi to disperse his protective True Qi and prepare to use the "nature" of the commoners to cultivate "Xuanlan" to perfection.

After this moment, she would no longer be Zheng Anqi's match.

But this moment was also her only chance to kill Zheng Anqi.

The commoners below who came into contact with the mist-like protective True Qi rolled their eyes back and fell like wheat stalks.

The protective True Qi gradually grew stronger.

Zheng Qi had already reached Zheng Anqi, her fingers forming a sword, thrusting toward his heart.

At this very moment.

Bang!

Zheng Qi's arm was blocked. Her expression showed a hint of wavering for the first time as she looked at Zheng Yi, who had intercepted her finger.

"You—"

Zheng Yi raised her hand and struck her chest.

"Mother... if you continue, you will die at the hands of the Commander."

Zheng Yi said softly, stepping forward to embrace Zheng Qi.

"To me, you are far more important than Penglai and revenge."

"This is the choice I have made—"

Pfft.

Zheng Yi's words were cut short. She looked down at her chest; Zheng Qi's sword finger had sunk into it.

She looked at Zheng Qi; those eyes were already filled with rage and hatred, no longer holding any other emotion.

Behind her, Zheng Anqi's True Qi had already occupied a quarter of Tianjie and was expanding faster and faster; his face also gradually revealed joy.

Suddenly, a series of loud noises came from afar, reaching them in an instant.

Bang!

A fist imprinted on Zheng Qi's shoulder, and she was sent smashing into the altar like a cannonball. The altar exploded, and Zheng Anqi's figure tilted, about to flip and leap toward a nearby civilian house.

Just as he reached mid-air, a human body was thrown over, smashing into him. The immense force sent him flying, and the spreading True Qi stalled.

Zheng Yi felt herself being held by an arm; warm, vast, yet sharp and fierce True Qi poured into her body, stabilizing her injuries in an instant.

In the crowd, Wang Hai let out a long breath, his shoulders relaxing.

In a civilian house on the side of the street, Gao Anyu and Cao Hanyan kicked over the corpses of the guards who had been scattering wealth, looked up, and shouted joyfully.

"Uncle Li!"

"Commander!"

Zheng Yi opened her eyes and saw Li Miao's cold face.

His gaze scanned the chaos all around, finally falling on Zheng Qi and Zheng Anqi, who were standing up in the ruins.

"Heh."

A nearly tangible, violent killing intent!

In an instant, it swept across the entire Tianjie!

"Killing a thousand people, delaying for a day and a half, you've really made quite a scene, impressive, impressive."

"Daring to touch my people... have you thought about how you want to die?"

Zheng Yi looked at Zheng Qi with a complex gaze, finally closed her eyes, tilted her head, and leaned on Li Miao's shoulder, saying no more.

(End of chapter)