Chapter 164: 228. Assassination Piercing Through Realms, One Sea Soothes Twin Peaks, War Letter Already Delivered (5.0K - Seeking Sub

Above the Great Chu Gugong.

A whale woven from Red Qi exploded in the azure dome; there was no brilliance, and mortals could not even see it.

Yet Lian Chanxi stared blankly at the two figures after the Red Qi dissipated, only one sentence echoing in her mind: Wasn't Song Cheng dead long ago? Didn't he enter Aunt's room with heavy injuries, and then die in Aunt's room?

A woman's intuition made her quickly look at Aunt.

There was sweetness in Aunt's eyes, and also a hint of nervousness.

In an instant, Lian Chanxi seemed to understand something.

She grabbed An Chenyu and slowly landed from mid-air.

Time seemed to have been pressed with a slow-motion key; Song Cheng and Jing Shifei also landed before her.

"Aunt?"

"Chanxi, come with me; I have some things to tell you."

Unexpectedly, Lian Chanxi did not obey; instead, her chest heaved, and she asked back in an agitated voice: "What else is there to say?!"

If they were mortals, a brief acquaintance, even with the title of "Daoist Companion," would not be deeply engraved; but the communion at the level of a Mountain and River Lord is a complete merging of thoughts.

Aside from not having completed the Dual Cultivation Technique, Lian Chanxi and Song Cheng had long ago done "the things Jing Shifei and Song Cheng did together"; many of their thoughts were mutually merged, and that joy was a special light in a long life, a fruit of exquisite beauty.

Decades of time, to a mortal, is already a lifetime.

But to Lian Chanxi, this was merely a wait that felt "as if it were yesterday."

She still remembered the joy of when she was with Song Cheng.

And precisely because of this, she was still willing to do her best to take care of Song Cheng's descendants in the mortal world after many years.

Therefore, at this moment, after vaguely realizing something, a strong and complex emotion surged into Lian Chanxi's heart.

She no longer looked at Aunt, but instead looked at Song Cheng, her red lips trembling, eyes teary, wanting to angrily demand, "You tell me."

But these words ultimately never left her mouth, because she suddenly realized some other things.

Song Cheng is very powerful.

The red whale was shattered by Song Cheng.

And the reason Aunt was like this must be because she was attracted by Song Cheng's power.

Then... why did Song Cheng become so powerful?

Lian Chanxi only had to think a little, and recall those years of Jing Shifei being busy checking cultivation techniques everywhere, to have a guess that, while incredible, seemed to be the closest to the truth.

It was Aunt who helped him.

Song Cheng and Aunt are the true Daoist companions; they are companions who have shared hardships, supported each other, and achieved each other.

She is the redundant one.

She... is too weak.

What else was there to question? Lian Chanxi's gaze toward Song Cheng slowly changed from initial anger to grievance, weakness, and evasion; she turned her head, looking at no one, and whispered softly: "Since you have come, it is safe here; I... I will go first."

Her Soul detached from the body of the Xiji Sect woman, and she drilled toward the Dream Realm without looking back, but the next instant, she felt her hand being held.

That pulling force made her let out a cry like a mortal woman, and then she was yanked back, falling into a solid and warm embrace.

The familiar feeling made Lian Chanxi's heart inexplicably warm, and an emotion called "sweetness and anticipation" surged up again.

Song Cheng pulling her meant he cared about her.

Therefore, she did not struggle, but said softly: "Why are you still pulling me?"

Song Cheng lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and asked softly: "In these years, have you been practicing the 'Dual Cultivation Technique' well?"

Ripples of amorous thoughts immediately arose in Lian Chanxi's mind, and she chided: "If you want to perform Double Cultivation, why look for me? You... you go find Aunt."

Having said that, her expression suddenly turned dim, her heart filled with sorrow, and she said: "Aunt is more suitable for you."

Song Cheng said: "You are also suitable."

Lian Chanxi was stunned and said: "Then... then you can't abandon Aunt, right?"

Song Cheng said: "I will not abandon either."

Lian Chanxi:???

Another instant later, she suddenly realized something, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she gasped as if she had perceived Song Cheng's intention.

Lian Chanxi's astonished appearance was very beautiful and very cute.

Her mouth was very small, so small that the two red lips were like plum blossoms or cherries. When pressed tightly together, she appeared extremely quiet, but if opened, she would call out like a lark, "Aunt, Aunt, Song-lang, Song-lang."

These sweet sounds seemed to have already imbued those small lips with sweetness, making one think of words like "honey" or "candy" when looking at them.

She grew up under the protection of Jing Shifei, and her temperament was a bit willful; even on the bed, her style was completely different from Aunt's. Before, she relied on being the senior, so she kept directing how Song Cheng should move.

As for Jing Shifei, she had large eyes; outside, she was a true big shot who could hold down a region or even stir up the winds and clouds. At the very least, the fusion of the Seven Palaces was first proposed by her, and the reason she proposed it was only to lay out a scheme and bet everything on Song Cheng. Now that Song Cheng is powerful, she is like a clingy little bird in front of him.

She wore a long dress of power and a chest binder of strength, both of which were enough to ignite the desires of a male of a similar level.

With two such women, if they were to perform Double Cultivation with one person, the joy within would naturally be unimaginable.

Seeing Lian Chanxi's emotions ease slightly, Jing Shifei stepped forward and said warmly: "Chanxi, many, many things have happened in the days you left Xuanqing Palace; let Aunt tell you slowly, okay?"

Lian Chanxi was silent for a while, then slowly nodded.

Jing Shifei took her little niece aside to whisper; as for the Jiqi Qi here, she had a strong feeling that "if the sky falls, Song Cheng will hold it up."

Anyway, as long as Song Cheng was here, she didn't need to worry about such troublesome matters.

Just as this scene finished, Song Cheng saw An Chenyu not far away looking at him with a smile, her expression carrying a sense of "amusement."

"Immortal."

Seeing Song Cheng look over, An Chenyu bowed from afar.

"Young Miss."

Song Cheng also hurriedly returned the bow from afar.

Just three words seemed to have stirred up many memories between the two.

Now, Song Cheng's eyes could observe all realms; reaching down to the Yin-Yang Illusion Realm, he could see that blazing red smoke surging out from the depths of the world, like a spider weaving a web, intending to capture the little bug that was An Chenyu. As for the others, that "spider" ignored them completely.

He raised his hand, casually dispersing those red smokes with the brute force of a small world, then looked at An Chenyu and said, "An Jie, I know you want to stay in the human world. But at this time, this place is truly not a place to stay for long; you should return to the Canghai first."

An Chenyu looked at her man; even though they had not met for nearly a hundred years, he did not seem like a stranger at all, and she nodded with a smile.

Song Cheng raised his hand in a grab, and An Chenyu, as well as An Linyuan, vanished.

Glancing at One-Leaf Lotus, he remembered that this woman was with An Jie, so he asked, "Are you willing to come?"

How could One-Leaf Lotus not know this was a heaven-sent opportunity? She hurriedly knelt down, nodding like a chick pecking at rice, and said repeatedly, "I am willing, I am willing."

Song Cheng cast the Spirit Servant Technique.

For such a mortal woman, it could be done with almost a single thought.

Following An Chenyu's disappearance, that restless red smoke seemed to have lost its target and no longer overflowed.

But Song Cheng could see a faint trace of red deep within the Gugong.

This trace of red was actually much denser than the "Forbidden Red" he had seen initially.

At this moment, he suddenly gained some realization.

Perhaps what had disturbed the minds of the masses in the beginning was not the "formation of the Taboo," nor was it Yin Qi, but that speck of red hidden within the Taiyin Illusion Sea.

This speck of red stimulated ordinary people, intensified their evil thoughts, made evil ghosts easier to produce, and made the end of the world easier to arrive.

And now, the red had intensified.

Song Cheng's expression became grave.

Whoosh—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the azure sky, the deep Canghai.

On the beach, a giant lobster covered in lacquer armor was trudging along, colorful shells lay among the golden sand, and with a slight gaze, one could see strange hermit crabs emerging from them, their sharp metal-plated claws beginning to crawl.

One-Leaf Lotus looked around in astonishment and fear, until her gaze landed on the white-robed woman and the little blade immortal not far away, at which point she hurriedly followed, asking with shock and awe: "Yu Xiansheng, where is this?"

An Chenyu said, "It is inside that man's body."

"Body?"

One-Leaf Lotus was stunned and speechless.

Everything here had already exceeded her imagination.

Outside, she was a demoness of the White Lotus Sect and had once held high power, but all that was once hers had become extremely insignificant here.

An Chenyu said, "It is absolutely safe here."

She tilted her head to look into the distance, where there was a small town wreathed in immortal mist.

And in the time it took to blink, two figures had already appeared not far away.

A boy and a girl, both were youths.

The girl looked at the three of them vigilantly and said, "Who are you? How could you enter this realm?"

"An Chenyu." The Young Miss reported her name casually, then smiled, "Did your elders not tell you that those who can come here are all our own people?"

The girl and boy looked at each other in dismay.

The boy scratched his head and said, "My name is Song Leshan, and she is Song Leshui."

An Chenyu thought for a moment and sighed leisurely, "Changping Xile, you are the fifth-generation grandson of Song Cheng... Time really passes quickly."

The girl named Song Leshui suddenly remembered something and was about to speak, when she saw azure waves surging in the Canghai; suspended a zhang high without falling back with the tide, they merely transformed into the silhouette of a woman, draped in daylight like a golden cloak, stepping forward. In the surging water, fish and shrimp scattered, happily returning to the sea with the receding tide.

"Old Ancestor." "Old Ancestor."

Song Leshan and Song Leshui hurriedly bowed.

And the woman formed by the waves looked at An Chenyu and smiled, "An Jiejie has finally come."

An Chenyu also smiled, "Many children and many grandchildren, that is truly good."

She was even a little envious of Tong Jia.

Song An had been licentious in his day, but he had also left behind countless seeds, spreading branches and leaves for the Song Family, and now descendants appeared frequently.

Tong Jia looked at the boy and girl and said, "This one is also your Old Ancestor; don't mistake her next time."

"Old Ancestor."

"Old Ancestor."

The two descendants hurriedly bowed to An Chenyu again.

Tong Jia smiled, "An Jiejie, since you are here, let us return to the small town first."

An Chenyu nodded.

She looked at the small town in the distance, and a feeling of "going home" arose in her heart, but as soon as she thought of "home," she suddenly thought of A Ting.

To tell the truth, An Linyuan was merely a substitute for A Ting... She had been busy in the human world before, and part of it was to numb herself through being busy; at the same time, she also wanted to wait for her daughter to return in the human world.

"Who are you, daring to come before the Emperor's throne?!"

Dust rolled, and Chu Emperor Zhao Qingci looked ferocious as he watched the youth striding toward the dragon throne.

Song Cheng did not answer, his gaze locked only on that trace of red within the Chu Emperor's body.

Casually raising his hand, he offered a wisp of Yin Qi, attempting to draw out the red Qi.

This was the only method he knew to draw out red Qi.

However, the red Qi coiled within Zhao Qingci's body was like the roots of an old tree planted in solid rock; even as he let the Yin Qi swirl outside, it would not move at all.

Song Cheng pondered intently, then suddenly raised his hand, joined two fingers together, and with Yin-Yang Two Qi entwined, the Spirit Servant Technique was formed again.

That finger moved faster than lightning, landing on the Chu Emperor's brow.

If the Chu Emperor became a spirit servant, he would be under his own control, and so... he would see whether his, Song's, Spirit Servant Technique was more powerful, or if the red Qi was more powerful.

Behind him, the aunt and niece had already reconciled; at this moment, they looked at Song Cheng's back with affection, watching him make his move.

Outsiders saw nothing, but the two women saw black and white Qi expanding from Song Cheng's hand, wrapping toward that trace of red.

That trace of red was like a dying snake, slowly being surrounded, slowly being faded.

The two women breathed a sigh of relief, a feeling of "so that's how it is" in their hearts.

Upon learning of Song Cheng's current strength, Lian Chanxi was shocked, joyful, and shy all at once; after all, she and her aunt were to perform Double Cultivation with their lover together—how, just how was this to be handled?

Seeing that the problem was about to be solved, her mind was also filled with anticipation.

But just as the Spirit Servant Technique was about to completely occupy the Chu Emperor, that dying trace of Red Qi suddenly moved.

This movement was like a frozen venomous snake suddenly warming up, just like a galloping horse suddenly drawing a blade to strike upward.

That red color was like a venomous snake lunging in, like a blade light slashing swiftly.

In an instant, it connected from top to bottom, reaching down to the Dream Realm Reappearance World, forming a sharp red glow that pierced through the realms; if any existence were in the middle, it would be extinguished upon contact.

The end of the red glow was hidden within Changsheng Villa; Lian Chanxi could not see it at all, and even Jing Shifei could only vaguely see that "the source is in Changsheng Villa."

Yet Song Cheng vaguely saw a silhouette, a silhouette within Changsheng Villa that was brilliantly red and incomparably piercing to the eyes.

In the ink-wash Reappearance World, Changsheng Villa was already brilliant, but compared to that silhouette, it was only like the glow of a firefly against the sun and moon, the difference was stark.

In a flash of lightning, Song Cheng's pupils constricted, his fingers clenched into a fist, and he pushed toward that red glow, carrying the power of the world.

Boom!!! An unimaginable roar erupted.

In an instant, Song Cheng spun around, shielding the two women behind him.

And the shockwave from this collision destroyed everything it touched.

A moment later, the area where Song Cheng was located had turned into a forbidden zone of life.

The Chu Emperor's Gugong was gone.

The Chu Emperor was also dead.

The armored soldiers and assassins fighting outside were also gone.

Vanished into smoke and clouds, turned to dust and ashes.

Above the silent ruins, violent Yang Qi, cold Yin Qi, and scattered bits of red still drifted.

Song Cheng lowered his head and took a deep look in the direction of Changsheng Villa.

Changsheng Villa indeed had a major problem, a problem that perhaps even Shi Feng did not know about.

Originally, Zhang Daolu and other high-level figures had already gathered outside the villa, preparing to enter.

But because of the caution of Zhang Daolu and the others, as well as his own sudden arrival, the "plan to enter" was overturned.

And if there were no accidents, the Seven Great Palaces were actually the last forces of the human race, and now that he had become the strongest, he naturally became the primary target of that unknown enemy.

Therefore, this strike was an attack on him by that existence, an assassination, or rather, a declaration of war.

But it was only one strike; after that one strike, the red glow that spanned the realms was severed.

Song Cheng felt his rather numb fist, scanned the surroundings, and sighed deeply.

These people should not have died.

"Song-lang, are you alright?" Jing Shifei asked.

"I'm fine."

Song Cheng's mood was somewhat heavy.

When immortals fight, mortals suffer.

He had no intention of killing, but merely by passively enduring one strike, it resulted in the total annihilation of everyone in the entire Gugong.

And this was not the most serious part.

What was serious was that "the destruction of the imperial center in such a way" would bring about extremely great and terrifying consequences.

Order would collapse completely in an instant.

If the Heavenly Son is also like an ant, who wouldn't live only for today? Beauties, fine wine, money—enjoy them while you can. Fists, power—whoever is strongest, listen to them.

What awaited the people would be chaos like hell.

And this was just one dynasty.

Through the many Mountain and River Lords of the Human Saint Hall, Song Cheng knew that there existed tens of thousands, even over a hundred thousand continents in this world, and dynasties were countless.

Boom, boom, boom.

Everything turned to powder, reaching as far as a green mountain in the suburbs of the Imperial Capital.

The refined Daoist wearing a purple-gold Daoist robe waved his horsetail whisk, watched all things crumble before his eyes, and sighed softly.

After a long time, three figures appeared before him.

Seeing the person in the lead, the Daoist bowed slightly and called out, "Big brother, have you been well?"

This was none other than Donghua Zhenren—Zhao Hua.

Song Cheng gave a rough account of the events at the Gugong, then intended to take Zhao Hua back into his small world.

Zhao Hua shook his head and said, "Big brother, someone must clean up the mess. This land gave birth to me and raised me; I have deep feelings for this place. Since the mortal world is about to become hell, then I shall deliver the Ghosts."

"Besides, someone needs to meet those two little nieces, don't they?"

He smiled faintly and said, "Big brother, you go ahead. With me here, it will be fine."

Song Cheng said, "I am afraid that Red Qi will target you again."

Zhao Hua said, "I will not stir up wind and clouds; these years I have cultivated some disciples, and those disciples are sufficient."

Seeing his persistence, Song Cheng was helpless, then took out many medicine-man materials for him to facilitate his control over everything.

After doing this, he took a deep look at Changsheng Villa, suppressing the urge to rush over directly.

A month later.

An Chenyu stood by the seaside, only to see a towering mountain range suddenly appear to the west of the Canghai.

Another month later.

Another extremely high snow-capped sacred mountain that had reached the clouds appeared to the east of the Canghai.

Blue waves surged to the sky, floating between the two peaks.

On the twin peaks, one peak is full of vitality, causing all things to flourish and grow; the other peak is covered in ice and snow that rarely melts, yet many lives also begin to propagate there.

New demonic beasts began to be born, and the life within the ocean was also enriched to a great degree.

The sea breeze blew, yet it lacked even a hint of bitterness, being instead full of warmth.

As the wind passed through the mountain forest, it sounded slightly high-pitched, much like the extreme, joyful cries of a woman when she is intimate with her lover.

Facts have proven that the Dual Cultivation Technique is a technique for the integration of yin and yang, and also a technique for the intimacy between man and woman.

Now, Jing Shifei, Lianchanxi, and Song Cheng are linked together; whenever they circulate this technique, they feel boundless bliss, enjoying that ultimate pleasure at every moment.

(End of this chapter)