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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 3: [Qiu Prefecture Lantern Festival]
Chapter 64 (208): [Fierce Battle in the Pavilion]
(64th of Volume 3)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Li Weiyi wasn't afraid of Yang Qingxi, but he feared that if she escaped, he'd lose this perfect opportunity.
And taking Yang Yun hostage...
It was hard to say how much Yang Qingxi valued her younger brother.
In a flash, Li Weiyi made his decision. His eyes darkened, and he strode toward the Immortal Music Pavilion's door, as black as the entrance to the abyss, ignoring Yang Yun standing at the entrance.
From the insect pouch at his waist, two Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors silently slipped out.
As Li Weiyi stepped inside, he released his sensory perception.
The interior was abnormally dark, even a Martial-Mystic Cultivator's Spiritual Eye couldn't penetrate the gloom.
Suddenly, a door slammed shut behind him.
"Whoosh!"
A gauze lantern hanging from the beam above ignited, casting a dim, flickering light over the vast hall that connected the four pavilions.
Shadows danced and shifted.
Li Weiyi stood in the center of the hall.
He saw Yang Zhiyong, his tall, imposing figure holding a halberd, standing on the staircase leading from the first to the second floor. A red carpet stretched from his feet all the way to the entrance, as if meticulously prepared for a deadly trap.
Li Weiyi's heart skipped a beat, but he maintained his composure, turning sideways to look behind him.
It was Yang Qingxi, dressed in a black robe, who had personally closed and locked the door.
She turned back, standing before the entrance, her eyes fixed on Li Weiyi.
In the crimson glow of the gauze lantern, Yang Qingxi's Pure Immortal Physique skin radiated a delicate, porcelain-like whiteness tinged with a faint pink. Her figure, a head taller than the average woman, was all legs, forming a breathtakingly perfect proportion.
Li Weiyi could hear faint sounds emanating from the rooms in the four pavilions - whispers, the rustle of fabric, and the glint of eyes peering through cracks in the windows.
This brothel was clearly occupied by many people.
But tonight, it had closed early!
At the railing on the third floor, a handsome figure sat on a wooden chair, his bearing unparalleled. His face was obscured, but one could discern a pair of hands belonging only to a Martial-Mystic Cultivator with a Pure Immortal Physique.
Holding a bamboo scroll, he calmly studied and contemplated its contents.
Li Weiyi sighed softly: "Young Mistress, are you testing me?"
Yang Qingxi sincerely praised, "You're truly terrifying. At such a young age, you remain so composed in this situation. But there's no need to continue the act, is there?"
Yang Zhiyong nodded in agreement: "Your Disguise Technique is nearly flawless, a rarity in the world. But after using it so many times, how could we not be wary? You shouldn't have disguised yourself as Yang Yue. I know him too well, including his gait and the subtle habits in his eyes."
Yang Qingxi said, "The Wolf Scouts planted by the Earthwolf King's Army were already under my control. They just reported to me. Li Weiyi, are you underestimating my abilities or overestimating your own?"
"As expected of the Sui Sect's young leader, your abilities and wisdom are truly outstanding."
Li Weiyi dispelled his Disguise Technique, revealing his true appearance.
He continued, "Young Mistress, I am deeply honored that you would treat a low-level Martial-Mystic Cultivator like myself with such seriousness."
Both Yang Qingxi and Yang Zhiyong felt a strange unease.
They had Li Weiyi cornered, like a fish on the chopping block or a turtle in a jar. Yet why was he so calm? Where did his confidence come from?
Yang Qingxi flicked her wrist, and a needle-thin, strangely shaped sword materialized in her hand, its tip sharp and gleaming.
"Do you really think you can escape today? Or that the Earthwolf King's Army can snatch you away from me?"
Li Weiyi faced her, his back to Yang Zhiyong: "Why are you in such a hurry, Young Mistress? With the Lizhou First Commander here, do you really think I could escape?"
At the third-floor railing, Yao Qian, engrossed in deciphering the obscure ancient script on a bamboo scroll, glanced down: "To guess it was me... not bad. He's got a calm mind and sharp thinking, just needs more experience. Let's take him down!"
"Whoosh!"
Yang Zhiyong leaped forward, his body soaring through the air. Wisps of Spiritual Qi surged from his pores, flowing into his ten-foot-long battle helberd.
A deafening beastly roar erupted!
From the helberd's tip, an Azure Light Beast Head burst forth, as large as a house, with fangs bared.
Without even turning around, Li Weiyi shifted his feet with a whoosh, his body moving in an utterly baffling trajectory. He appeared several dozen feet in the air, standing directly above Yang Zhiyong's head, briefly suspended in midair.
"So fast... so strange!"
Yang Zhiyong's expression changed dramatically.
Compared to their previous clash in the alley, where he had completely dominated Li Weiyi, he now sensed that his opponent had undergone a complete transformation, reaching a level he couldn't fathom.
"Boom!"
Li Weiyi stomped down, Spiritual Qi erupting from the sole of his foot in a surging wave of force.
He unleashed "Jade Cauldron Shakes Mountains and Rivers," one of the Twelve Dispersed Hands of the Chan Sect.
He intended to use this move to cultivate his sixth Battle Technique Intent.
A miraculous sight unfolded in the vast hall's midair.
A colossal, ancient jade cauldron, as massive as a small mountain and condensed from Spiritual Qi, materialized beneath Li Weiyi's foot. It radiated brilliant light, weighing as much as ten thousand jin, as if it intended to crush Yang Zhiyong into dust.
The aura it exuded rivaled that of any Five Seas Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator.
Yang Qingxi frowned, never expecting Li Weiyi's progress to be so terrifying. He had already cultivated an extraordinary aura of a true powerhouse.
Without hesitation, she swung her sword, unleashing a sword radiance as bright as a river of stars.
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi stepped onto the cauldron in midair and thrust a finger forward.
Behind him, the radiant shadow of his Goddess-like Battle Technique Intent appeared, standing three meters tall with flowing hair. Together, they unleashed a finger force beam as thick as a wine glass.
"Crack!"
The finger force shattered the sword radiance, causing it to explode into countless sword marks that rained down on the surrounding pillars, walls, and floor.
This triggered the Formation Yang Qingxi had set up earlier, revealing layers of shimmering light veils.
Seizing this opportunity, Yang Zhiyong broke free from the cauldron's crushing pressure and rolled away to escape.
"Boom!"
The Jade Cauldron Shadow and Li Weiyi's foot landed on the ground simultaneously.
The floor instantly shattered, the ground sank and caved in, and cracks spiderwebbed across the surface.
In the blink of an eye, the first exchange between the three had ended.
The gauze lanterns hanging from the ceiling swayed violently.
Yang Zhiyong quickly rose to his feet, helberd in hand, his heart pounding like a drum. If Yang Qingxi had not intervened with her sword, he would have been severely injured in a single exchange.
He was, after all, a Pure Immortal Physique cultivated to the Sixth Sea.
"A Battle Technique Intent three zhang high... have you broken through to the Fifth Stage of the Five Seas Realm?"
Yang Qingxi, a Nine Springs Pure Immortal Physique cultivated to the Seventh Sea, no longer dared to underestimate the opponent two realms below her.
This man possessed profound Martial-Mystic Technique mastery, capable of defeating any foe within his realm in just five moves. Each strike was exquisitely crafted, and when combined with the Law, a single blow could manifest ancient seals, a Yellow Dragon, or the Jade Cauldron.
Moreover, his cultivated Battle Technique Intent could even communicate with the divine.
The Sui Sect understood Li Weiyi's talent far better than any other Martial-Mystic Cultivator in the city.
Li Weiyi was deeply disappointed that he hadn't managed to kill Yang Zhiyong with a surprise attack. He really didn't wanted to fight two opponents at once.
He said, "In my hometown, there's an old saying: 'A scholar who has been away for three days should be treated with new respect.' I'm only at the Fifth Stage of the Five Seas Realm, and Miss Yang is already afraid?"
Other Martial-Mystic Cultivators at the Fourth Stage of the Five Seas Realm typically have Battle Technique Intents that stand two meters tall.
However, Li Weiyi's battle technique Intent was three meters tall.
It was too easy to misunderstand.
"Afraid? Not exactly. It's just that capturing you will be more troublesome."
Spiritual Qi surged from Yang Qingxi's feet, filling the entire hall and transforming into a sea of mist.
A stream-like sound echoed, clear and pleasant.
Her Battle Technique Intent, resembling liquid vines, snaked through the space, completely enveloping Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi stared intently at her Battle Technique Intent: "Capturing me? Are you interested in the Martial-Mystic Techniques I cultivate?"
"You, yourself, are actually quite intriguing. Here it comes!"
Yang Qingxi strode forward with her sword raised, her Battle Technique Intent pressing down on Li Weiyi ahead of her.
"Boom!"
Li Weiyi also summoned a Battle Technique Intent to withstand the impact of the intent stream.
Immediately after, a finger flicked out, sending a beam of light shooting forward.
Yang Qingxi sidestepped to avoid it, her sword flashing like lightning as she thrust forward. The sword radiance was so blinding it made it impossible to keep one's eyes open.
Li Weiyi's heavy sword flew from its sheath on his back, landing in his hand. He channeled Spiritual Qi into it, holding the sword horizontally like a shield to block the attack. His body sank, his legs spread into a bow stance for support.
"Boom!"
Just like that night, one thrust, one block.
The sword was like a needle, yet its power was astonishing. Rippling shockwaves surged across the heavy sword's blade.
After a brief standoff, Li Weiyi could no longer hold his ground and was forced to retreat step by step. Each step he took left a deep footprint in the ground.
Meanwhile, Yang Zhiyong, who had been circling for an opening, finally seized his chance and swung his war helberd down.
Li Weiyi glanced sideways and saw the helberd falling toward him. He immediately abandoned his sword and executed the Clear Void Cicada-Chasing Step, transforming into a wisp of green smoke that slipped past Yang Qingxi's sword and evaded Yang Zhiyong's attack.
Even with his speed and agility pushed to their limits, Li Weiyi's robe was still pierced by Yang Qingxi's Tai Xuan Needle, narrowly missing his body.
"Boom!"
The heavy sword clattered to the ground.
Though Yang Qingxi had forced her opponent to abandon his sword and flee, she felt no joy.
"Impressive! You're only at the Fifth Stage of the Five Seas Realm, yet you already possess the strength to contend with a Seventh Sea Martial-Mystic Cultivator. If you reach the Seventh Sea, wouldn't you become another Luan Sheng Lin You?"
Li Weiyi leaned against the wall, his Spiritual Qi coursing through his body. He slammed his palm against the wall: "This Formation... it wasn't set up by Yao Qian, was it?"
"Planning to break the Formation and escape?"
Yang Qingxi stood perfectly still, then instantly materialized two stories above the hall's center.
Standing on a stream of conceptual energy, she radiated jade light, as if an inner divine lamp had been lit. She unleashed "Soul-Severing Ghost-Slaying," one of the Ten Absolute Sword Techniques.
Dense sword shadows filled the sky, accompanied by the piercing cries of ghosts and gods.
"Roar!"
A dragon's roar shook the hall.
The Yellow Dragon Sword materialized in Li Weiyi's hand.
His eyes narrowed, his fighting spirit ignited.
Battle Technique Intents coalesced around him, one after another.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
With each additional Battle Technique Intent that manifested, Li Weiyi's power fluctuations intensified by ten percent, and a True Body Afterimage burst forth from him.
When all five Battle Technique Intents fully materialized, they resembled five three-zhang-tall divine beings standing in the grand hall.
At that moment, the brothel transformed into a solemn temple.
Five figures of Li Weiyi stood before the Battle Technique Intents.
The five gods and five figures attacked simultaneously, charging toward the sword curtain that filled the sky.
Some pinched their fingers, others formed palms, and still others gripped swords...
At the center, Li Weiyi's true body stood as if atop a vast ocean. He raised his sword above his head and unleashed the Overwhelming Sea Slash with fierce, domineering power.
Sword qi and the Yellow Dragon surged forth simultaneously, tearing through the sword curtain Yang Qingxi had unleashed with all her power.
With the support of the five Battle Technique Intents, Li Weiyi unleashed fourteen times his usual combat strength.
"Boom!"
The dense sword qi from the Tai Xuan Needle shattered Li Weiyi's Battle Technique Intents. Several sword qi strikes landed on his body, sending him crashing heavily against the Formation's protective light curtain behind him.
At the same time, the sword qi of the Yellow Dragon Sword cleaved through Yang Qingxi's stream of consciousness.
The Yellow Dragon shadow plunged forward, striking her directly. The impact sent her flying backward, smashing through a pillar as thick as a water bucket. Her body slammed against the second-floor wall and slid down.
Fortunately, the Formation protected the brothel; otherwise, it would have crumbled into ruins under the combined might of their full-power attack.
The moment Li Weiyi unleashed 140 percent of his battle strength, his combat power surged to a level comparable to someone cultivating the Seventh Sea's Nine Springs Pure Immortal Physique, allowing him to stand toe-to-toe with Yang Qingxi.
Currently, his Spiritual Qi was only at the Fourth Level. This state couldn't be sustained indefinitely; it was merely a peak-power strike.
On the third floor, Yao Qian's eyes narrowed, deeply moved.
If the New Year's Temple Bell hadn't already rung, he would have intervened personally.
Now, he could only watch as a bystander, his emotions indescribable.
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