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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 2: [Jiuli Insect Valley]
Chapter 86 (114): [One Hundred and Seven Meridian Veins]
(86th of Volume 2)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Li Weiyi sheathed his bow and, wielding the nearly two-meter-long blade, charged down the mountain on horseback.
The Nine Springs Pure Immortal Physique from outside the province, with ninety-three Mark Veins, saw the lion-headed warhorse bearing down on him. His eyes blazed with defiance as he thrust his spear forward in a straight lunge.
Fueled by Ancestral Field Qi, the spearhead erupted in a ten-thousand-zhang Golden Light, countless spear shadows coalescing into an impenetrable wall.
"Pfft!"
A blade descended from the heavens!
Before the Nine Springs Pure Immortal Physique from outside the province could even comprehend where the blade had come from, his body was cleaved in two.
Li Weiyi, his face covered in dust from his rapid charge, raised his blade and charged at another Nine Springs Supreme.
"Pfft!"
The blade swept horizontally.
The Nine Springs Supreme, like a scarecrow, was severed at the waist, his two halves tumbling through the air.
The third Nine Springs Supreme finally reacted, turning to flee in terror.
'Is this really just a Spring Surge Realm cultivator?'
As he turned to run, "Si Ma Qin" had clearly been ten meters away. But just three steps into his flight, the words "Want to escape?" echoed in his ear.
Terrified, he lost all composure, flailing his spiritual artifact and warrior's weapons wildly.
"Pfft!"
A head flew through the air.
The third Nine Springs Supreme fell, his headless corpse rolling down the slope.
The fact that Li Weiyi had killed three Nine Springs Supremes with a single strike each stunned the entire battlefield.
Yin Ershi Wu, caught in the midst of the chaotic battle, saw this scene and his lips moved, muttering a filthy curse only he could hear.
The remaining dozen or so Seventh and Eighth Spring Martial-Mystic Cultivators on the hillside were terrified when Li Weiyi's disdainful gaze swept over them.
As if under a bloodline suppression, their legs trembled.
"You don't even have the right to die by my hand!"
Li Weiyi charged towards Yaoyin, where four Nine Springs Supremes had gathered, including Yang Yun.
The dozen or so Martial-Mystic Cultivators scattered like birds startled by a gunshot, fleeing in a desperate attempt to put as much distance between themselves and Li Weiyi as possible.
Wherever Li Weiyi passed, each swing of his blade claimed at least one life. The opposing forces on the battlefield gradually began to collapse, regarding him as a demon god.
The four Nine Springs Supremes besieging Yaoyin were well aware of "Si Ma Qin's" true target, and a chill ran down their spines.
Yang Yun, ever decisive, was the first to flee in the opposite direction, shouting, "Retreat! Sui Sect disciples, retreat immediately!"
There was no choice. If Li Weiyi could cleave the Sixth-Generation Great-Grandson of the Demon King in three strikes, Yang Yun didn't believe he could withstand even a single blow.
Li Weiyi charged forward, moving through the battlefield as if it were deserted, and quickly caught up with one of the Nine Springs Supremes.
With a swift slash, blood splattered across the ground.
A full-scale rout began, with various factions scrambling to retreat.
Li Weiyi fixed his gaze on Yang Yun, planting his heavy warblade firmly in the ground before unleashing his fastest speed to pursue him.
Yang Yun fled swiftly, already vanished into the mist. But his aura and footprints remained, and soon Li Weiyi caught up.
"It's over, it's over! He caught up! Why did he have to chase me?"
Yang Yun poured all his Ancestral Field Qi into his legs, but the wind in his ears grew ever closer.
"I'll fight!"
He spun around and threw a punch, his fist gleaming like a silver star.
Li Weiyi easily dodged the blow, his body flashing to Yang Yun's right side. He hooked a finger onto Yang Yun's shoulder. With only a slight squeeze, the sound of bone cracking filled the air.
Yang Yun screamed, collapsing into Li Weiyi's arms, his right arm hanging limp.
"Don't kill me! I'm a direct descendant of the Yang Clan, a Nine Springs Supreme! Killing me would cost you dearly!"
"Crack!"
A second scream followed as his left arm was broken.
Yang Yun had considered the possibility of being killed, but he hadn't anticipated his opponent would cripple him first. This feeling... a familiar face flashed through his mind.
"I can pay for my life... I have money... I don't want to die... Spare me, and I'll give you anything..."
Li Weiyi kicked his right knee, shattering it.
Yang Yun's body crashed to the ground, the pain nearly knocking him unconscious. His whole body convulsed, and that familiar sensation returned - as if he were reliving the same nightmare all over again.
"Crack!"
His left leg was broken next.
"As expected..."
The final thought flashed through Yang Yun's mind before he collapsed into unconsciousness from the pain.
"You're trying to buy your life again! Fine. Back at the Eighth Spring, it cost a million Silver Coins. Now, at the Ninth Spring, it'll be two million. Add that to your previous debt, and you owe me three million Silver Coins and a carriage."
Li Weiyi lifted Yang Yun by his limbs, returning to the desolate battlefield.
Yaoyin and Yin Ershi Wu had already slain the other two fleeing Ninth Spring Martial-Mystic Cultivators. Seeing Li Weiyi return, they hurried to meet him.
Yin Ershi Wu said, "We should have just killed the brat. Why leave him alive?"
"He has a use," Li Weiyi replied, dropping Yang Yun to the ground.
A fragrant breeze wafted over as Yaoyin, her eyes red-rimmed, rushed to throw herself into his arms. But Li Weiyi clearly saw Cai Yutong, Gao Huan, and a group of young Martial-Mystic Cultivators from the Jiu Li Clan watching him with a mixture of curiosity and awe.
Li Weiyi immediately rushed to the corpse of the Ninth Spring Martial-Mystic Cultivator he had slain earlier, retrieving two Immortal Haze-tainted Herbs from his chest.
Then, he moved on to the other corpses, shouting, "Search together! Hand over all the Immortal Haze-tainted Herbs you find to me first."
Yaoyin didn't believe Li Weiyi was truly oblivious to her feelings.
Biting her lip, she stomped her foot in frustration, then wiped away her tears and joined Yin Ershi Wu in searching the high-level Martial-Mystic Cultivators' corpses.
Li Weiyi's words were originally meant only for Yaoyin and Yin Ershi Wu.
But after surviving two life-and-death battles, the young Martial-Mystic Cultivators of the Jiu Li Clan now revered him like a god. They brought him all the Immortal Haze-tainted Herbs they had recovered from the enemy corpses.
Half an hour later, Li Weiyi stopped searching the corpses and sat down to rest. He now held eleven Immortal Haze-tainted Herbs in his hands.
The twelfth was handed to him by Cai Yutong.
After months apart, seeing her again warmed Li Weiyi's heart. His gaze softened, shedding all traces of his previous murderous aura.
Cai Yutong wore the Cangli Tribe's standard white Martial-Mystic Cultivator uniform.
Her tall, slender figure was perfectly proportioned, with a proud chest and a graceful hip curve. Yet she exuded not a hint of vulgarity.
Her eyes were cold and clear, and her face was veiled, revealing only her slender neck and jade-like hands.
Her aura had completely integrated with this world. Li Weiyi could only imagine how breathtakingly pure and ethereal she would be once she removed her veil.
He didn't intend to reveal his identity just yet, but he couldn't resist offering her a Radiant Flame Pill.
"You're a Spiritual Master! Take this as a trade for your help."
Cai Yutong's eyes, hidden behind her veil, had been fixed on him all along.
After accepting the pill, she said coldly, "Using someone else's name... I knew it was you."
Li Weiyi, startled, immediately released his spiritualal Qi to envelop Cai Yutong: "Watch your words! Don't reveal my identity. This is a matter of utmost importance."
The most dangerous consequence of Li Weiyi's exposure wouldn't be for him.
It would be for Cai Yutong and Gao Huan.
Seeing Li Weiyi suddenly release his spiritual Qi to shield Cai Yutong! Gao Huan, Yaoyin, and Yin Ershi Wu, who were watching from a distance, exchanged various expressions before quickly converging on the scene.
After a moment, Li Weiyi retracted his spiritual Qi.
Cai Yutong turned and swiftly departed.
Gao Huan glared at Li Weiyi with hostility. He knew about Dr. Cai's relationship with Li Weiyi and immediately asked, "Anyone named Si Ma Qin is despicable. Did he bully you?"
"No."
Cai Yutong, a woman of few words, took out the Radiant Flame Pill, held it between her fingers for a moment, and then swallowed it directly. Her entire being immediately brightened.
She had developed an obsession with becoming stronger.
"Nothing comes free. If someone's being overly friendly, they're either up to no good or trying to steal something," Gao Huan muttered under his breath.
Yaoyin knew that Li Weiyi and Cai Yutong were from the same hometown, but she couldn't shake the feeling that his behavior today was different, somehow off.
She released a cloud of spiritual Qi, her small face serious.
"You shouldn't have given her the Radiant Flame Pill. If someone deduces your identity from it, those two will be in grave danger."
"Understood!"
Li Weiyi replied, stowing the twelve Immortal Haze-tainted Herbs.
He then changed the subject: "Killing so many Spring Surge Realm leaders from various factions yielded far too few Immortal Haze-tainted Herbs. Yin Ershi Wu, didn't you say there were many of them? Did something go wrong?"
Yin Ershi Wu explained, "Actually, most people consume the Immortal Haze-tainted Herbs immediately after harvesting them. They rarely carry them on their person. This includes the Jiu Li Clan Martial-Mystic Cultivators present. Naturally, very few are left to be preserved."
Li Weiyi glanced at Yaoyin, who still looked puffed up with anger.
"Yin Ershi Wu, stay here to protect everyone. I have something important to do. You, come with me."
Li Weiyi and Yaoyin each mounted a lion-headed warhorse and galloped upstream along the Shui River.
After racing for dozens of miles, Li Weiyi reined in his horse and dismounted.
Yang Yun was bound to the saddle.
Yaoyin followed suit, dismounting with graceful agility. Standing beside him, her earlier displeasure had completely vanished.
She looked at Li Weiyi's stern profile and offered a soft apology: "I'm sorry. I let my emotions get the better of me earlier."
Li Weiyi felt a sudden twinge of guilt.
After clearing his throat, he said, "Apologize for what? I haven't taken it to heart. I have something important to discuss with you. Given your extraordinary combat prowess earlier, how many Meridian Veins have you cultivated?"
Yaoyin didn't hide anything, trusting him completely.
"One hundred and seven!"
Li Weiyi was stunned.
That was an exceptional number, matching Zen Hai Guanwu. He knew that after reaching the Hundred Meridians, each additional Meridian Vein became increasingly difficult to cultivate.
No wonder she could take on a whole group after her breakthrough.
"Against a first-stage Martial-Mystic Cultivator of the Five Seas Realm or a Great Spiritual Master of the Earthly Flame Realm, do you think you could hold them off?" He stared at the Shui River, a murderous glint in his eyes, carefully calculating his next move.
Yaoyin replied, "The power gap within each realm varies greatly. It's hard to say."
"You primarily practice the Heavenly Wind Palm Technique, right?"
Li Weiyi took out a pair of Silver Silk Gloves and handed them to her.
"This spiritual artifact can boost your combat prowess by twenty to thirty percent."
Next, he produced the Ghost Banner.
"Wrap this banner around yourself. You know how to use it, right?"
Yaoyin, exceptionally intelligent, instantly understood.
"Are we going to fight our way back to the Five Seas Realm Boundary?"
"It's not about fighting back," Li Weiyi said, "It's about revenge. It's about clearing the path between Burial Immortal Town and Yaoguan City."
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Wang Daozhen, Chen Jingtang, and the Great Spiritual Master of the Sui Sect dared not return to report their failure unless Yang Yun completely eliminated the Spring Surge Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators of the Jiu Li Clan.
Returning after completing the mission would make things much easier to explain!
The three of them stood guard not far from the Five Seas Realm Boundary, each burdened with heavy hearts.
The short, stout Great Spiritual Master of the Sui Sect chuckled: "You two shouldn't be so worried. You're making me nervous too. Nothing else will go wrong in Burial Immortal Town. I've calculated it this time - there are nearly ten Nine Springs Supremes alone. And that's not even counting the large numbers of Eighth Spring and Seventh Spring cultivators."
Wang Daozhen said, "If we don't get results soon, we won't be able to hide this any longer! You both know what will happen if we return to report things as they are now."
"What if we blame it on those two mysterious women? After all, they killed Master Liu and stole the seven fierce insects," Chen Jingtang suggested.
"That's just an excuse. The First Commander is too sharp. Who could fool him?"
Wang Daozhen's ears twitched.
He heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from the direction of the Five Seas Realm Boundary.
The hooves moved slowly.
Wang Daozhen stood up and channeled his spiritualal power into his eyes.
His pupils turned silver, piercing through the dense fog a hundred yards away. He saw Yang Yun sprawled across the back of his lion-headed warhorse.
The warhorse, carrying Yang Yun, suddenly stopped at the Five Seas Realm Boundary, refusing to advance further.
The Great Spiritual Master of the Sui Sect used his Psychic Power to sense Yang Yun's presence, his expression turning grave.
"It's Yang Yun. He's injured, badly injured. Something's not right!"
"Could this be a trap?" Chen Jingtang asked cautiously.
"Even if it is, what harm can a Spring Surge Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator do?" Wang Daozhen replied, his eyes filled with curiosity rather than fear, "My Nine-Talisman Treasure Robe has only two runes left. It won't support me getting close to the Five Seas Realm Boundary. Who will go retrieve him?"
"I will," the Great Spiritual Master of the Sui Sect offered, "My senses are sharp, and I fear no ambush."
Chen Jingtang stood up: "I'll go with you. It's best to be cautious. Who knows if Yang Yun escaped here on his own after being severely wounded, or if someone is using this opportunity to escape back to Yaoguan City to report news?"
After Si Ma Qin's death, they never considered the possibility of an ambush, because no other Spring Surge Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator would dare to challenge them.
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END OF CHAPTER
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