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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 4: [Shuangsheng Dao Sect (Twin Rice Sect)]
Chapter 146 (401): [Encounter in Fu Prefecture]
(146th of Volume 4)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Lu Wensheng said, "The only solution now is to find and kill the Demon Child. I don't understand why the Third Palace Master restricted us to fighting at the same cultivation level. Such a critical matter shouldn't be delayed!"
Lu Cangsheng replied, "That's the Demon Child! He's backed by both the Calamity Crossing Temple and the Demon Kingdom. If you fought him at the same cultivation level and killed him, it would simply mean he was outmatched. But if Great Immortal dared to intervene, the Calamity Crossing Temple and the Demon Kingdom could mobilize Transcendent forces to kill you, Great Immortal, and even wipe out your entire clan."
"Rules are made by the strong."
"For the strong to abide by the rules is already the greatest fairness they can offer to the weak."
Qin Qian, her bright eyes and pearly teeth gleaming, smiled, "Senior Brother, I told you you were mistaken! The decisive battle between Li Weiyi and Xie Chucai involves the fate of the world, the lives of countless women and children, and even the survival of the Human Clan. How could it possibly be a mere personal feud?"
A disciple of the Thundercloud Sect said with deep admiration, "I have to admit, Li Weiyi is truly remarkable. He exudes the spirit of a young hero."
Lu Cangsheng said calmly, "Cultivation on the Martial-Mystic Path isn't about who's the bravest, who embodies the most heroic spirit, or who's willing to fight the hardest. It's about who survives to the end. Beneath the soil of the Lingxiao Realm, how many young heroes have turned to white bones in the grave before reaching Immortal Realm?"
"That's right," Lu Wensheng added, "Li Weiyi fought so fiercely, yet last night he was still hunted by the Imperial Court. Who knows, he might already be dead in some prison cell. So, don't meddle in other people's affairs. Your own life is more important than anything else."
The group of Thundercloud Sect disciples, after passing through South Yan Pass, sped eastward, leaving a trail of dust in their wake.
Li Weiyi watched them go, musing, "It's good to leave Lingxiao City as soon as possible. Perhaps it's time to return to Li Prefecture, visit the Jiu Li Hidden Sect, and have Yin Ershi Si cook me a delicious meal. Or I could go to Jiu Li City to see Fourth Uncle. Or maybe I should visit the Jiu Li Divine Hall and catch up with Senior Sister Cai and Gao Huan, and hear about their experiences over the past two or three years."
He walked across the Fu Prefecture plains, heading south.
With Li Weiyi's cultivation, he could have crossed the entire Fu Prefecture in a single day at full speed. Yet after four days of relentless, day-and-night travel, he had covered less than a thousand miles.
He was truly walking.
It felt as though countless chains were tugging at him from behind, trying to pull him back to Lingxiao City, making it impossible to walk quickly.
As dusk fell, twilight descended.
Li Weiyi climbed a hundred-meter-high ridge and gazed out.
The plain stretched before him, a vast expanse of white.
Countless grave mounds and tombstones, half-covered by snow and ice, created a desolate yet eerily sinister atmosphere.
Ten miles away lay a large market town, fortified with stone walls and watchtowers, surrounded by scattered villages.
Smoke rose from chimneys, and faint lamplight flickered in the distance.
Li Weiyi didn't want to travel any further. He was famished, his robes hadn't been washed in days, and he was utterly exhausted, drenched in sweat. He decided to spend the night in the market town ahead.
He envisioned a hot bath and a delicious meal.
He entered the village.
It was eerily silent.
Doors and windows were broken, and not a single living person remained.
Li Weiyi quickened his pace, his form flickering as he dashed directly toward the market town.
The Formation Scriptures protecting the town's perimeter had already been breached.
He leaped over the stone wall, landing silently within.
Along the way, he saw numerous bloodstains and a few Heretical Martial-Mystic Cultivators patrolling the streets.
Drawn by the aroma of burning firewood and roasting meat, Li Weiyi reached the town square in the south.
Li Weiyi looked toward the square.
The people from the town and surrounding villages had all been driven here.
Most of the young men had fallen in battle, their corpses fed to the Exotic Beast mounts, one after another swallowed whole. The survivors had been turned into Blood Curse Members.
The elderly had been chopped to pieces and stuffed into bags.
A Ricefolk member claimed they would be taken back to be used as fertilizer.
But what truly ignited Li Weiyi's fury, making his eyes burn with rage, were the small figures roasting over the bonfires, the tiny forms laid out on the chopping blocks. His heart felt like it was about to burst into flames.
"Boom!"
The Spiritual Qi within him erupted, enveloping the entire town.
"You're all courting death!"
Li Weiyi summoned his Yellow Dragon Sword and strode toward the square.
With a single slash, he cleaved three Heretical Martial-Mystic Cultivators in half before they could react, sending their severed bodies flying dozens of meters.
The Twin Rice Sect's Cultivation Headquarters lay hidden beneath Fu Prefecture, a secret that was almost common knowledge.
Various Human Clan factions were active on the Fu Prefecture plains, searching for the entrance to the Headquarters.
In response, the Twin Rice Sect began sowing chaos and slaughter across the plains, tying up Human Clan experts and exhausting them with endless crises, forcing them to spread their forces thin.
The one in charge of today's massacre was a Dao Seed Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator clad in a yellow monk's robe.
He was an Aberrant Humanoid, standing five meters tall. He had a human torso and head, his upper body covered in thick gray fur. He raised a three-meter-long Hundred-Character Artifact heavy blade and slashed at Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi shot forward like a cannonball, shattering the Hundred-Character Artifact heavy blade with a single punch.
In the terrified gaze of the monk-robed Martial-Mystic Cultivator, Li Weiyi swung his arm, snapping his neck.
The massive head flew off, rolling across the ground like a small water jar, blood staining the earth red.
Within the settlement, the air was filled with cries of slaughter.
The Heretical Martial-Mystic Cultivators, who had initially tried to form a Battle Formation to resist, immediately scattered and fled in all directions after Li Weiyi had smashed through their ranks.
But they couldn't escape Li Weiyi's Dao Heart Manifestation.
After slaying the last Heretical Martial-Mystic Cultivator, Li Weiyi returned to the settlement, arriving at the plaza illuminated by firelight.
There, he began to dispel the blood curses from the young men whose eyes were glazed over.
Cries of grief filled the air, coming from the young women and surviving children.
"You must leave immediately and go to the nearby cities..."
Li Weiyi couldn't continue.
How could he tell them that even reaching the nearby cities wouldn't help?
That when the full-scale war erupted, everything would be reduced to ashes?
Li Weiyi, fearing retaliation from the Heretical Sect, decided to escort them part of the way.
After packing their belongings, they didn't even have time to bury their loved ones before Li Weiyi urged them to leave immediately.
The hundred-strong group moved slowly, covering only a dozen miles by the middle of the night.
"Whoosh!"
A wave of Spiritual Qi energy surged from the distance.
Li Weiyi stopped, carefully gauging the energy's strength.
His expression darkened as he peered into the boundless night ahead, then glanced back at the group.
It had been so long without any Heretical Sect experts appearing.
This suggested that the attack on the town had been carried out by a lone Heretical Martial-Mystic Cultivator on a solo mission.
The muffled roar of battle echoed their way.
The Spiritual Qi energy intensified, forming gusts of chilling wind.
Li Weiyi summoned the most powerful spear-wielding man from the group.
"I must go investigate. If the battle spreads this way, I need to divert them in advance."
The man replied, "Understood! Rest assured, benefactor. Yu County is only a few dozen miles from here. We often travel this road."
Li Weiyi knew he couldn't protect them forever.
He could only save them temporarily, not for eternity.
Immediately, he transformed into an afterimage and rushed toward the center of the battle.
After covering thirty miles, the concentration of Spiritual Qi intensified.
Li Weiyi sensed a familiar aura within the Spiritual Qi - a dense cloud of demonic mist that had rolled over the ridgeline and low hills, now visible in his field of vision.
The ground trembled, sending sand and stones flying.
"It's the Demon Child's aura!"
Li Weiyi concealed his presence and retreated swiftly.
On the distant ridgeline, three figures emerged.
Their close-quarters combat was lightning-fast, their movements so swift they resembled streaks of lightning.
"Hahaha! Just the two of you think you can kill me?"
The Demon Child's childish voice echoed as he formed a hand seal.
A dark, heavy demonic mist gathered, coalescing into a massive handprint dozens of meters long.
With a single strike, it sent a Human Clan Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator hurtling through the air like a shooting star.
"Boom!"
The Human Clan Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator crashed to the ground less than a mile from Li Weiyi. His body was embedded diagonally in the earth, forming a long trench.
A large section of the ground bulged upward in response.
"Whoosh!"
Song Yulou, wielding his Horse-Slaying Blade, erupted from the earth. Blood streamed from his seven orifices - the Demon Child's palm strike had left him critically wounded.
He spotted a Human Clan Martial-Mystic Cultivator hiding nearby but didn't recognize Li Weiyi.
"Leave immediately," he said sternly, "You dare watch an Immortal Realm battle? You'll be killed by the residual energy."
With a whoosh, he charged toward the battlefield where Zuoqiu Ling and the Demon Child were fighting.
On the mountain ridge, Zuoqiu Ling, a burly figure, and the Demon Child, who looked like an eight- or nine-year-old boy, clashed palms.
The sound was like divine thunder shattering the sky, sending out waves of overwhelming energy.
Zuoqiu Ling was forced back step by step, each step causing the ground beneath him to collapse.
Finally, his body slammed into the low hill, shattering it completely.
"Heh heh, your strength is quite impressive. No wonder some old geezers at Calamity Crossing Temple have high hopes for your Zuoqiu Clan. You truly do produce remarkable talents."
The Demon Child let out a high-pitched laugh, his eyes suddenly turning ferocious. Remembering the humiliation at the West Sea Royal Manor, his killing intent surged to the heavens.
The hundred demon head tattoos covering his upper body came to life, manifesting in the demonic clouds that filled the surrounding sky.
Each of these demon heads was as large as a millstone, with bizarre and terrifying appearances: some had fangs, some had wings, some were snake-bodied with human heads...
With the power of a hundred demon heads coursing through him, the Demon Child's aura surged.
Beams of light shot from his eyes, each stretching over a hundred feet.
"Whoosh!"
The Nine Nether Halberd flew from Zuoqiu Ling's Ancestral Field.
Shaped like a rake with nine prongs, it was forged from immortal materials and held a fearsome reputation in the Lingxiao Realm.
Zuoqiu Ling swung the Nine Nether Halberd, unleashing nine different energies that converged into a nine-colored storm to withstand the Demon Child's domineering fist strike, which had been infused with the power of a hundred demons.
"Boom!"
The air exploded, turning all vegetation within several miles into ash.
Zuoqiu Ling was sent flying three miles backward, sliding across the ground. He immediately plunged the Nine Nether Halberd into the earth to anchor himself, his five fingers trembling uncontrollably around the halberd's shaft.
"To withstand my fist... you truly are remarkable. Any other Martial-Mystic Cultivator at the First Realm of the Immortal Realm would have been pierced through and killed instantly."
The Demon Child's form blurred, vanishing from sight.
In the next instant, he was locked in close combat with Zuoqiu Ling.
Li Weiyi had retreated far away, using Spiritual Power Transmission to communicate with Tang Wanzhou within the Buddha's Relic: "Young Lord, the Demon Child has appeared! He has broken through to the Immortal Realm. It seems only your intervention can offer any hope. Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou are no match for him."
Tang Wanzhou's voice echoed back: "You finally remembered me? I've been calling out to you for days, begging you to release me, and you haven't said a word, acting as if you were going to drag me back to Li Prefecture."
Li Weiyi's expression turned awkward.
"Really? I didn't hear anything."
"Enough talk! Release me! The Demon Child is my opponent. I want to see what power he inherited from the Holy Infant that allows him to corrupt the Mother-Child Spring," Tang Wanzhou said.
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END OF CHAPTER
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