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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 6: [Battle for the True Inheritance]
Chapter 10 (551): [A Gathering of Heroes]
(10th of Volume 6)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Tang Wanzhou followed Li Weiyi all the way to the foot of Blazing Absolute (Yanjue) Mountain.
"I heard you defeated a Holy Spiritual Master and seized his Palace Pavilion. This Shaoyang Division Master intends to pay a visit and see what kind of divine treasure this place truly is."
Li Weiyi's mind immediately drifted to Yu'er, who might already have prepared dinner.
He fell into deep thought.
'Could this be kept secret?'
Tang Wanzhou smiled: "Why such a troubled expression? You don't seem very welcoming. Are you hiding a beauty in a golden cage? Even if you are, it's fine. I'm not Zuoqiu Hongting. I understand a man's romantic inclinations, but one must maintain dignity and responsibility. You're not actually hiding someone, are you?"
"I am hiding someone!" Li Weiyi decided not to conceal the truth, "But it's not a beauty in a golden cage - it's jade hidden in a humble abode."
"Enough joking around!" Tang Wanzhou said, her tone turning serious, "I'm recruiting two Spiritual Masters for the Shaoyang Division. I'll head to the Spiritual Master Guard camp first. Wait for me a while. Once the Shaoyang Division is established, we'll go to Dragon City together."
Tang Wanzhou assumed Li Weiyi was joking and didn't take him seriously.
She turned and began climbing the mountain.
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Three days later.
The moon hung high in the sky, veiled by low-lying clouds that obscured most of the stars.
Li Weiyi had been living in Clear Sound (Qingyin) Pavilion for nearly half a month, dedicating all his energy to condensing his Heavenly Surge Soul.
Soul Condensation was proving increasingly difficult. Even with the Cocoon of Time and the Shaoyang Star, he had only managed to condense it to eighty percent.
"Yu'er, I'm going out. Stay here and be good," Li Weiyi said, changing into his Spiritual Artifact robes.
Yu'er, who was washing dishes, immediately frowned: "Master, where are you going so late?"
"The Shaoyang Division is holding its first gathering tonight," Li Weiyi replied, straightening his collar.
With a clatter, Yu'er slammed the dishes into the sink, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her snow-white arms, and demanded, "Why are you changing into such fancy robes? Who are you trying to impress at this hour? Should I fix your hair for you?"
"No need! Big Phoenix and Little Phoenix, guard the house well and take care of Yu'er."
With these instructions, Li Weiyi pushed open the door and left.
Humans fear nothing more than habit.
Once accustomed to something, even the Grand Palace Master washing dishes seemed acceptable.
Yu'er stood with her hands on her hips, her small face puffed up with anger.
Dissatisfied with his attitude, she vowed to write it all down after finishing the dishes, nearly bursting with frustration.
Li Weiyi spotted a graceful, azure figure ahead on the path along the stream and quickly caught up.
"Captain, were you also recruited into the Shaoyang Division?"
A hazy mist enveloped Qing Zijin. Despite cultivating the Sun Sacred Radiance, her aura radiated intense Yin Qi, sending a chill through the air as he approached.
Li Weiyi sensed the thirteen desiccated corpses within the mist, though they remained invisible to the naked eye.
"Have you considered my offer? Will you lend me the spear?" she asked.
"Since you're a Deputy Valiant Guard and new recruits can't leave the camp for three years, I'm not worried about you running off,"
Li Weiyi replied: "A six-thousand-year-old Millennial Essence Herb!"
"You dare to ask for something even Great Immortal Realm Experts couldn't obtain?" Qing Zijin countered.
"The truth is, I'm not interested in anything else!" Li Weiyi insisted, "Others might not be able to get it, but I have a feeling you're different."
"I can't get it."
The pair walked in silence until they reached a narrow gorge.
Moonlight couldn't penetrate the deep ravine, leaving it shrouded in darkness.
Jagged cliffs lined with ancient carvings rose on either side, occasionally revealing spirit trees emitting an eerie glow.
From afar, the delicate, melodious strains of a pipa drifted intermittently from within the gorge.
"Brother Weiyi, you moved out of Barracks No. 36 without a word! I went to find you, only to discover you were gone. And who is this?"
Changyu Jian stood gracefully by the stream, his peerless elegance evident in every perfectly arranged strand of hair.
His gaze settled on Qing Zijin, who had accompanied Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi introduced her: "This is Qing Zijin, Deputy Valiant Guard of the Spiritual Master Guard - the renowned Beauty Qing! Captain, this is Changyu Jian, the Jade Sword Immortal of Chang Lake, widely considered the foremost Sentinel of this generation."
Qing Zijin strode deeper into the mountain valley.
Changyu Jian glanced at Li Weiyi with a puzzled expression.
"Just get used to it," Li Weiyi said, "She doesn't talk much, but she's not mute."
Ahead, Qing Zijin's hands clenched tightly in her sleeves.
Her earlier displeasure hadn't stemmed from any animosity toward Changyu Jian, but rather from Li Weiyi's excessive flattery during the introduction, which made her feel teased.
Changyu Jian walked alongside Li Weiyi.
"Brother Weiyi, you've been hiding your true strength well. I've already heard about your battle with Xue Yucai. You showed me considerable respect on the Martial-Mystic Arena Plains. Your ability to control your power and temperament so effortlessly marks you as a true master."
Li Weiyi offered a modest reply before asking curiously, "Brother Chang, now that you've broken through to Immortal Realm, do you feel confident facing opponents in the Second Realm?"
It had always been said that within the Immortal Realm, only True Disciples of the Ancient Sect could transcend cultivation realms to defeat their foes.
Changyu Jian, having cultivated the Immortal Body as the Young Heavenly Emperor, was undoubtedly a figure of that caliber.
Changyu Jian's expression turned solemn.
"I've heard that Brother Weiyi's cultivation has only spanned a few years, which is truly astonishing. However, I suspect this is why you greatly underestimate the vast gulf between each realm in the Immortal Realm."
"It's precisely because the gap is so immense that the concept of 'Great Immortal' exists."
"As Spiritual Masters, you can break through to the First Realm of Holy Spiritual Master by condensing your tenth Spiritual Power Star. But to reach the Second Realm, you must cultivate twenty Spiritual Power Stars. Such a disparity requires decades of arduous cultivation to overcome."
"The Calamity Crossing Temple rewarded me with Dragon Soul Origin Light, a single wisp of which can save ten years of cultivation. For now, I can claim to be nearly unrivaled in the First Realm. As my cultivation deepens, I'm confident I can challenge the Second Realm. But defeating someone in the Second Realm? That's a task of unimaginable difficulty."
Soon after, they encountered Lu Qing and Liu Ye.
Lu Qing asked, "Yuan Zhen didn't come?"
Changyu Jian replied, "He was definitely invited! As far as I know, the Holy Master invited the top three from the Sentinel New Recruit Assessment, two Valiant Guards from the Spiritual Master Guard, and Brother Weiyi, who topped the Merit Leaderboard. The remaining six invitees were Martial-Mystic Cultivators who participated in the Sentinel Spirit Assessment."
Lu Qing said, "Chu Yutian's Twelve Tai Yin Envoys are no ordinary opponents. Each of them is a young powerhouse in the Immortal Realm with at least twenty years of fame. Even the weakest among them, Xie Wumian and Luo Pingdan, have reached the second realm. We have a long way to go to catch up."
It was precisely because they were the weakest among the Twelve Tai Yin Envoys that the task of assassinating Lu Jingshen had fallen to them.
Liu Ye asked, "Brother Weiyi, I heard you've clashed with them before?"
"I wouldn't call it a clash - more like a desperate escape. Without help, I wouldn't have survived," Li Weiyi admitted truthfully.
'That's how it was back then!'
Li Weiyi was confident that with his current strength, he could at least escape if he encountered one of them again.
A cold, youthful voice echoed through the darkness: "Boosting others' morale while undermining your own. If you're afraid, you shouldn't have joined the Shaoyang Division. We could have recruited Sentinel Spirits with stronger cultivation."
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth with a massive crescent moon mark on his forehead sneered as he strode past them.
The mere force of his aura nearly knocked the four off their feet.
After the youth's figure disappeared into the distance, Changyu Jian whispered, "He's from the Black Moon Clan, a major clan in the Demon Kingdom."
They finally arrived at the gathering place.
The Black Moon Clan youth stood by the pool, his gaze fixed on the moon's reflection in the water, his eyes gleaming with fascination.
Qing Zijin stood beneath a tree, enveloped in a misty glow.
In a nearby pavilion, a young Daoist and a young scholar were playing Go under the lamplight.
The sound of a pipa drifted through the air, its notes continuous yet untraceable.
The player, hidden by peerless cultivation, remained unseen.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
The valley trembled as a massive earthquake shook the land.
From the valley entrance, an Aberrant Human Martial-Mystic Cultivator, towering six to seven meters tall, strode forward.
Retaining a humanoid appearance, his body was a mass of rippling muscles, his eyes burned like torches, and his vital points - the chest, Ancestral Field, Wind Mansion, Qi Sea, and Nine Springs - were all armored.
His aura surged like a tidal wave, his cultivation profound, and his Intent erupted, filling the valley with oppressive force.
He roared, "What Holy Master nonsense? I heard he is only at the Second Realm. Who knows what level he is really at? Is he even worthy to face Chu Yutian? I haven't fought him, so I refuse to acknowledge him!"
The Martial-Mystic Cultivators present struggled under the weight of his aura, gasping for breath as their internal organs felt like they were being crushed.
A Black Moon Clan youth sneered, "Why don't we just let Chi Haohan be the Holy Master? You're at the Third Realm, so you must be Chu Yutian's match."
"Fine, I'll do it," Chi Haohan retorted.
The Black Moon Clan youth smirked.
With a whoosh, his finger shot out at a speed beyond the naked eye, striking Chi Haohan's forehead.
It was the only vulnerable point on his massive body, unprotected by armor.
"Whoosh!"
The Black Moon Clan youth struck the center of the giant's forehead, but his expression twisted as his strength drained away, leaving him powerless.
Glancing down, he saw Chi Haohan's massive hand gripping his waist.
"Did you really think my size made me slow?" Chi Haohan roared, flinging the youth toward a distant pavilion bathed in lantern light.
Inside the pavilion, two figures were engrossed in a game of chess.
Only the young Daoist casually flicked out a wisp of azure Spiritual Qi, catching the hurtling youth mid-air.
Cushioned by the Spiritual Qi Azure Cloud, the Black Moon Clan youth steadied himself outside the pavilion, landing gracefully on the ground. His face was slightly pale as he regarded Chi Haohan with newfound wariness.
"I've always kept the Holy Master position open for anyone who wants it. Come and fight for it if you dare. But first, you must defeat me."
Tang Wanzhou's imposing figure materialized above the canyon, silhouetted against the bright moon. Her voice echoed through the entire gorge, carrying with it an aura of indomitable might.
In the next instant, she appeared above the crowd, her right hand forming a sword seal with two fingers as she slashed downward.
A phantom sword qi blade, tens of meters long, descended upon Chi Haohan's head, its immense pressure and razor-sharp edge threatening to cleave the earth itself.
"Aow!"
Chi Haohan roared, his voice like thunder, sending Li Weiyi, Changyu Jian, Lu Qing, Liu Ye, and Qing Zijin flying backward or staggering away, blood streaming from their ears as the sound tore through their eardrums.
The formation's light flared to life within the canyon.
"Boom!"
The earth trembled again as Chi Haohan raised his arms, his blood surging, and scriptures blazing across his armor. Yet he couldn't withstand the force; the sword qi pressed him to one knee.
Snow swirled wildly, and the sword qi howled.
In an instant, the canyon was blanketed in a blinding white.
"Boom!"
Tang Wanzhou struck Chi Haohan's massive body with a palm strike, sending him crashing into the cliff face.
Collapsing rubble buried him.
She turned to face the crowd.
"Anyone else who dares to challenge me?"
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END OF CHAPTER
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