allendalepharm Chapter 10 There's still room in the sea of suffering.
Chapter 10 There's still room in the sea of suffering.
"Die!"
Han Feiyu stood up despite the pain, recalled the Green Wood Seal, and attempted to turn the tide.
"joke!"
Li Xian leaped forward, his right fist imbued with divine power, striking Han Feiyu's right wrist—the one holding the seal—precisely without aiming for the chest or face.
"Click—"
The sound of bones cracking rang out.
Han Feiyu groaned, his wrist losing its strength.
The light from the Green Wood Seal vanished abruptly, and it fell from mid-air.
Li Xian smoothly caught the wooden seal with his left hand; it felt warm and smooth to the touch, and full of spiritual energy.
"Good stuff, even the sea of suffering can hold it."
Without hesitation, he used his divine power to shrink the Green Wood Seal back to its original size and sink it into the seabed of the Bitter Sea within his body.
"My secret weapon—!"
Han Feiyu shouted.
"I'll take this magical artifact."
Li Xian snatched the Green Wood Seal, his tone as indifferent as if he had just picked up a stone.
Han Feiyu clutched his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief and resentment:
"You...you dare steal my magical artifact! My uncle won't—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
A sword light swept down from above the camp.
With a sharp whistling sound, it aimed straight for Li Xianhou's heart.
"The Sea of Bitterness? No—"
Li Xian turned his head, and the sword light grazed his earlobe, severing three strands of hair.
"They are cultivators at the Life Spring Realm, capable of flying!"
A young man in his early twenties hovered in mid-air on a flying sword, his face stern, his right hand with two fingers together, remotely controlling the flying sword.
"You barbarian from beyond the realm, who gave you the audacity to harm my Spirit Ruins inner sect disciples?"
The young man looked down from his superior position, unleashing a torrent of spiritual pressure.
The difference between the Life Spring Realm and the Bitter Sea Realm is a level.
It can fly and wield a sword; its total divine power is more than ten times that of an ordinary cultivator in the Sea of Bitterness.
Under normal circumstances, Li Xian would run away.
But Li Xian had no intention of running away.
He shook his ears, which had gone numb from dodging the sword, and pulled the broken monk's knife from the sea of suffering.
He has more than a dozen sets of combat memories from the Divine Spring Realm, all of which were repeatedly honed from various starting scenarios in his previous life.
For ordinary players, a head-on confrontation is a dead end.
However, if you use your movement skills to get close and turn the aerial battle into a ground fight, the advantage of the Life Spring Realm will be lost by at least 60%.
The biggest weakness of flying is that with both feet off the ground, one cannot use the ground's reaction force, and close combat is equivalent to losing half of one's combat power.
The young man swooped down on his sword, the sword light transforming into three afterimages, blocking Li Xian's upper, middle, and lower routes.
Li Xian did not parry.
He took a step forward—not to dodge, but to meet.
The Eight Extremes were used to forcefully open the gates.
The broken monk's knife doesn't follow the path of a sword; instead, it follows the path of horizontal slashes and vertical strikes, with wide, sweeping movements, each strike carrying the power of the entire body's bones resonating together.
"clang!"
The first sword was disarmed.
A dark purple light flashed across the blade of the monk's knife, and the faint residual Buddhist aura collided with the magic sword, scattering a cluster of sparks.
Using the recoil from the block, Li Xian took a half step back, gathered his strength, and then stepped forward again.
"Clang! Clang!"
After being struck by two swords, Li Xian's tiger's mouth was shattered, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.
The price of a mortal body—insufficient bone strength to withstand shocks; when he took a direct hit from a magical flying sword, his hand bones nearly cracked.
But he counted them.
After the three consecutive sword strikes of the Sword Control Technique, there are a few brief intervals between retracting the sword; this is based on combat experience.
0.3 seconds.
The monk's knife was thrown from his hand!
It wasn't thrown at the young man, but at the flying sword at his feet.
"when!"
The dagger struck the sword precisely, unleashing a burst of dark purple Buddhist energy. The flying sword trembled violently, and the divine runes on its surface were shattered.
The young man lost his footing and fell from mid-air.
It was in that very moment.
Using the muscle memory honed from his previous lives, Li Xian pressed forward.
Left fist strikes the elbow – Bajiquan (Eight Extremes Hammer).
Lift the right knee – a silk-reeling strike.
Two punches and a knee, all landed.
The young disciple spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, his flying sword clanging as it crashed three steps away.
"you--"
The young man struggled to get up.
Li Xian stepped on his chest and picked up her own monk's knife.
"Next time you use your sword to attack, practice your landing footwork first." He wiped the blood from his hand. "No matter how high you fly, you always have to come down."
The entire room fell silent.
The Lingxu disciples, drawn by the commotion, gaped, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.
The Bitter Sea Realm defeated the Life Spring Realm?
A newly recruited disciple—who defeated a formal inner disciple of the Lingxu Sect?
"presumptuous!"
The sound waves, carrying intense spiritual pressure, surged forth.
Li Xian felt a tightness in his chest, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the bluestone slab beneath his feet.
In the early part of the original work, the minor villain Han Yishui appears. He is thin and bony, no more than 1.5 meters tall, and looks like he is about to die. However, his divine power is very strong. He releases the pressure of the divine bridge without reservation, causing the surrounding shrubs and spiritual herbs to bend.
The Divine Bridge Realm faces the Bitter Sea Realm.
This is a difference in cultivation level that ordinary cultivators would never imagine how they could win.
Li Xian didn't loosen his grip on the monk's knife, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't win.
Han Yishui was not like Han Feiyu or Mingquan Youth; he was far more experienced. His long-range divine power artifacts would not give Li Xian any chance to turn the tide.
"For insubordination and seizing a fellow disciple's magical artifact, according to the rules of the Spirit Ruins, your cultivation will be abolished and you will be expelled from the grotto-heaven!"
Han Yishui's imposing aura at this moment.
Even the future Emperor Ye was forced to bend over, his face turning deathly pale.
Li Xian stood still, her back slightly bent, and her lips twitched twice.
"I can't handle this much health. A boss-level NPC... wait, this shouldn't be a scripted death, someone's coming to save me—"
Elder Han.
A cold voice came from behind Li Xian.
Weiwei had somehow appeared behind Li Xian.
She didn't release her spiritual pressure, didn't draw her sword, and didn't even change her expression. She just stood there, looking at Han Yishui, like a goddess descending to earth.
"The grand-nephew led a group to humiliate the new disciple first, and the immortal seedling acted in self-defense afterward. If the elder wants to cripple someone's cultivation, shouldn't the Enforcement Hall first conduct a trial?"
Han Yishui's face turned ashen:
"Weiwei, this is a matter for the Han family—"
"The Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven has no place here." Weiwei spoke slowly, each word deliberate. "There are only the rules of the Grotto-Heaven. If the elders insist, I will write a letter today and send it to my senior uncle at the Yao Guang Holy Land, asking him to uphold justice."
Yao Guang Holy Land.
Upon hearing those four words, Han Yishui froze in mid-air.
Lingxu Cave Heaven was considered a powerful force in the Yan Kingdom, but it was insignificant compared to other places.
Yao Guang Holy Land is a top holy land in the Southern Region, and Weiwei has a master-disciple relationship with Yao Guang, which Han Yishui knows.
There was a five-breath silence.
Han Yishui withdrew his oppressive aura, snorted coldly, and said, "You can only protect her for a while." He then swept away Han Feiyu and several disciples with a flick of his sleeve.
The courtyard returned to calm.
Pang Bo straightened up, panting heavily:
"That old man... crushes people like he's crushing ants."
Ye Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Li Xian in a deep voice:
Are you alright?
"A minor issue."
Li Xian flexed his fingers as he took stock of the Bitter Sea's contents within his body—the Green Wood Seal lay quietly at the bottom of the sea, nestled among Bodhi branches and red sacred fruits.
He turned to look at Weiwei.
Vivi was also looking at him.
"Junior brother," Weiwei's voice was calm, but there was something in her deep blue eyes that he couldn't decipher, "you just... hid the magic artifact in the Sea of Bitterness?"
Li Xian's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"The Celestial Eyes, as expected, can't hide anything."
"What did you see, Senior Sister?"
Vivi did not answer.
She turned and walked towards the courtyard gate, pausing at the threshold.
"Your sea of suffering... is more than five times larger than the one I saw last time. Han Yishui has lost face today, and he won't let this go easily. You won't be staying in Lingxu for long."
"Are you going to go out and wander as a hermit, or... find someone he can't afford to offend to be his backer?"
Li Xian paused for a moment, then said:
"I'm coming to see my senior sister tonight."
Weiwei paused for a moment, then said loudly:
"it is good."
The wind blew the hem of her blue dress, and her footsteps faded into the distance.
Li Xian watched her departing figure and her smile faded.
The Celestial Eyes did indeed see it.
Those things that lie dormant at the bottom of the bitter sea could probably be seen clearly in those eyes.
Bodhi Ash, Sacred Fruit, Branches of the Elixir of Immortality...
If any one of these things is discovered, it's enough to kill him a hundred times over.
But he's still alive!
"Truly worthy of being a future great ruler who can sweep across the Yao Guang Holy Land, restore order, and rectify the chaos." Li Xian licked the wound on his hand, tasting the rust. "An unplanned variable..."