Longzang

Chapter 505 An Extra Mouth
The Wu tribe's retreat was not due to a disadvantage on the battlefield, but rather because their morale had been severely shaken, causing the sacrificial power used to suppress morale to be exhausted prematurely.

Wei Yuan ultimately failed to use his Yang Bullet, but it was clearly seen by Hongye and the group of Youwu on the other side.

On the main peak, Su Xuejing stood with her hands behind her back, already in a state of oneness with heaven and earth, ready to unleash a sword strike at any moment, but she never had the chance.

He looked up at Wei Yuan, who was bathed in the morning sun, and praised him, "Such a hero can be compared with me."

Zhang Sheng stood to the side and said coldly, "You fought all night without drawing your sword. What am I to be compared to you? Can you tolerate being compared to me?"

Su Xuejing maintained her detached indifference, as if she were one with heaven and earth, and said, "What do you know? I nurture my sword between heaven and earth. If I were to draw it, I would surely slay a formidable enemy standing atop Kunlun. At that time, the moment the sword is drawn, it will shake the heavens and earth and illuminate the universe. The sword is one with my heart. It is not a butcher's knife; how can it cut down any filth?"

Zhang Sheng sneered: "You haven't even drawn a single sword. What's the difference between having a sword and not having one? No matter how well you've nurtured it, it's all just your bragging. If I still had all four of my swords, I would have shown you what a killing sword is long ago. Would you still be here pointing fingers? No matter how much you talk, I'm afraid you still don't dare to draw your sword. If you can't win, that would be terrible."

Su Xuejing was furious and said, "You say I didn't draw a single sword, so where are your four swords?!"

Shangguan Qianmo coughed beside her, and Su Xuejing suddenly realized that what he said was like reopening old wounds, which was extremely shameful. However, ever since she had discussed Taoism with Zhang Sheng, Su Xuejing had been unable to suppress the anger in her heart.

Zhang Sheng was clearly a master of swordsmanship, an unparalleled genius, yet he was also adept at sophistry and nitpicking over words. When Su Xuejing debated with him, if she uttered even a single extra word, Zhang Sheng would seize upon it, often leading to a debate that would last for half an hour.

Listening to Zhang Sheng talk for a while always gave Su Xuejing the urge to draw her sword.

Indeed, nothing in the world is perfect. Zhang Sheng, such an extraordinary woman, was blessed with top-notch talent, knowledge, and appearance, but she was born with an extra mouth.

Su Xuejing looked at Wei Yuan again and thought that Wei Yuan was handsome, strong, and talented, and most importantly, he spoke very pleasantly. How could there be such a big difference between these two fellow disciples?
Wei Yuan remained standing in the air, bathed in the morning light, like a true immortal descending to earth.

The witch army is now in retreat, and the morale of the human race is high. The battle cries are deafening, and they are slaughtering their way through the enemy lines. Wei Yuan really wants to rush to the front line and personally pursue them, but if he does that, he will become a mere barbarian, and the glorious image and invincible aura he has worked so hard to build will be destroyed in an instant.

Wei Yuan couldn't take action himself, but he secretly sent out the Dragon Guards and all the Kaihui Warriors to lead the pursuit and kill them. At the same time, he launched over a hundred missiles in one go.

When the Wu tribe fled, no great shaman had the time to intercept them, so many missiles landed solidly, taking away tens of thousands of lives.

This pursuit only extended ten miles beyond the boundary. The Witch Clan also had skilled witches who used blood curses to cover their retreat. Since the blood curses didn't land on Qingming, Wei Yuan had no karmic connection and couldn't retaliate, so he had to give up.

Seeing the human race win again, Su Xuejing was very happy and casually asked Shangguan Qianmo, "You played a few rounds with Wei Yuan just now, how did it go?"

Shangguan Qianmo's face darkened, but Su Xuejing didn't notice.

She said calmly, "I didn't have time. I just tried out the game casually, and each game didn't exceed a hundred moves."

"Oh, what's his skill level and playing style like?"

"They are always original and quite creative."

Su Xuejing immediately became interested and said, "I recently obtained a chess manual called 'Ten Games of Graffiti,' but unfortunately it only contains four or five games. I have gained quite a bit of insight from studying it, and it would be perfect to test my skills against Wei Yuan. If I can teach him, he will have an opponent in the future."

Shangguan Qianmo's eyes were deep and unfathomable: "Uncle-Master, are you abandoning me?"

Su Xuejing immediately felt guilty and said, "Your chess skills are not up to par with mine, and playing with you is no longer helpful. Now is a critical period for my advancement, and every bit of enlightenment is precious. I really can't afford to be distracted."

Shangguan Qianmo sighed softly, "I understand. I am of no benefit to my master's Dao heart, so I cannot waste his time any longer."

Su Xuejing felt a headache coming on, not understanding why her junior apprentice had suddenly become so sarcastic today.

At this moment, Wei Yuan finally extinguished the light emanating from his body, landed, and began to clean up the mess.

The battle lasted from midnight until dawn. Although it was short, it was extremely fierce, and almost all the Dharma Aspect cultivators on Qingming's side were injured.

Li Zhi's left flank also encountered an unexpected and fierce attack. As a result, Qingming's mortals were unharmed, but Li Zhi's Zhenshan Army fell into chaos. After suffering 20% ​​casualties, the morale of the Zhenshan Army collapsed, and soldiers from the rear guard began to desert one after another.

Li Zhi acted decisively, wielding his sword to kill several officers who were leading the escape, and then personally joined the battle. The Human King Cauldron and the Yanhuang Sword shone brightly across the battlefield, finally stabilizing the battle line and managing to hold out until the Wu tribe retreated.

However, Li Zhi's armor was shattered, he was wounded in seventeen places, and he was cursed nine times. The blood flowing from his wounds was green.

As soon as the witch army retreated, Li Zhi fell backward. The two Dharma Aspect cultivators were also covered in wounds and were shocked, so they rushed to treat him. However, when they arrived, there were three Dharma Aspect cultivators. During the battle, one of their companions was ambushed by a great witch from a hundred feet away. The witch flicked out her tongue, stuck to him, and dragged him into the witch army, whereupon he disappeared.

Fortunately, although the two Dharma Masters and Li Zhi were seriously injured, they were also receiving a continuous supply of vital energy from the heavens and earth, so their lives were not in immediate danger.

In the herb garden, the old Taoist priest, pale-faced and trembling, was treating the wounded flying sable. One of the sable's front paws had been almost severed, with only a bit of skin and flesh connecting it.

While treating the wounds, the old Taoist priest muttered, "I'm sorry, Sun Yu only knows how to heal people, and he's still unconscious, so I have to do it myself. Which bastard dared to use such a heavy hand?"

The cat was also covered in wounds, only slightly better off than the ferret. A section of the snake's tail was missing, and the cat was licking its wounds.

This battle was perilous. Although Master Chuhe was determined to fight, Wei Yuan kept him firmly in the herb garden and wouldn't allow him to leave.

Fortunately, Wei Yuan had the foresight; otherwise, given the perilous nature of tonight's battle, the old Taoist priest might have unknowingly died in some corner.

Zhang Sheng returned to his residence, closed the door, and lay down on his bed. The aftermath of the great battle was extremely complicated, and manpower was urgently needed in the mundane affairs of the world. Since Zhang Sheng was unable to fight, he would assist Wei Yuan with worldly matters.

But this time, entering the mortal realm, he didn't appear in the research institute's main hall, but rather in the center of a massive black and white array plate, standing precisely at the array's eye. Within the array's eye was a colossal, ghostly phantom, silently howling in agony, its body emitting specks of starlight.

Suddenly, Zhang Sheng had a thought. He looked up at the sky and saw a wisp of tribulation cloud appear beyond the heavens, instantly reaching Zhang Sheng's head!
Zhang Sheng's heart stirred. Having witnessed two fierce battles, she had gained new insights into the grand scheme of things and the cycle of life and death in the human world. Her discussion with Su Xuejing had already completed the final link in her Dao heart. But she never expected that entering the mortal realm would attract a heavenly tribulation!
How could there be a heavenly tribulation just for laying a foundation for the Dao?
The tribulation clouds in the sky were real, and their target was Zhang Sheng. This was the heavenly tribulation that would forge the foundation of his Dao. Whether Zhang Sheng liked it or not, it was coming anyway.

Amidst the mundane world, Zhang Sheng had none of his magical treasures at hand, and could only rely on his own primordial spirit to withstand the onslaught. In truth, even if he could use magical treasures, it wouldn't make much difference; the few magical treasures Zhang Sheng possessed were practically useless.

Zhang Sheng had never seen the Yin-Yang Grand Array before, but he felt that he was standing at the eye of the array and was connected to the array and the Wu Clan member who appeared out of nowhere beside him.

As the tribulation clouds formed, a thick bolt of heavenly lightning struck down. Zhang Sheng's eyes narrowed sharply; the power of this tribulation was actually comparable to the tribulation required to advance to the Dharma Aspect stage!
The moment Zhang Sheng saw the Heavenly Tribulation, he knew that there was a problem with the foundation of his Dao that he was trying to build, and that he had probably violated a taboo of heaven and earth.

Under normal circumstances, she should have returned to the Taichu Palace gate, asked Yan Shi Zhenjun to set up an array, asked Xuan Yue Zushi for protection, and relied on the Taichu Palace gate, the Tianqing Hall secret area, and the temporary array to fight against the heavenly tribulation.

But now, there is only a Yin-Yang formation here with an unknown purpose.

However, Zhang Sheng had experienced many trials and tribulations, and he quickly calmed down, focusing all his efforts on protecting his primordial spirit.

Although the heavenly lightning was massive, it had no other special characteristics. After it struck, the entire Yin-Yang Grand Array activated, weakening the power of the lightning tribulation by thirty percent. Zhang Sheng immediately looked at the Grand Array with new respect.

Heavenly tribulation is a direct manifestation of the will of Heaven. Other formations can at most be considered close to the Dao, but heavenly lightning is the Dao itself. Therefore, even the most powerful formation cannot weaken the power of heavenly tribulation by about 20%. How can this formation in the mortal world be stronger than the formation set up by True Monarch Yan Shi?

Wei Yuan suddenly appeared beside the Yin-Yang Grand Array. Upon seeing the heavenly tribulation descend, his expression instantly changed drastically. He knew very well that Zhang Sheng's physical body simply couldn't withstand such a heavenly tribulation; it would have been more likely if it were him.

But he arrived too late; the thunder had already struck.

However, at this moment, besides Zhang Sheng, there was also a remnant soul of a Netherworld Witch at the center of the formation. Despite being a remnant soul, it was still far more powerful than Zhang Sheng, its soul body being thousands of times stronger. As the tribulation lightning struck, inevitably a branch split off and struck the remnant soul of the Netherworld Witch!

This remnant soul of the Netherworld Witch was already tormented day and night by the great formation, and now it was struck by a bolt of heavenly lightning. It let out a wail and scattered hundreds of sparks.

Zhang Sheng trembled all over, his body engulfed in lightning and fire. This was the mortal realm, not the outside world; his primordial spirit had no physical body to protect it and could only endure the onslaught.

A moment later, after the aftershocks of the first lightning bolt subsided, Zhang Sheng stretched out his hands, and a celestial sword gradually materialized from nothing.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he had passed this hurdle.

In the blink of an eye, the immortal sword in Zhang Sheng's hand took shape, radiating light and illuminating the surrounding area for hundreds of feet! This immortal sword was beautifully designed, radiating light, and the blade was faintly decorated with the shapes of dragons and beasts.

But no matter how Wei Yuan looked at the sword, it felt strangely familiar. Over the past year, he had seen at least seven or eight hundred swords. This was none other than the masterpiece of the Azure Nether Dao Foundation: the Great Bright Demon-Subduing Sword!

Although the sword in Zhang Sheng's hand is perfect in every aspect, and the dragon-beast shape keeps moving, which should be somewhat magical, it is still the Great Bright Demon-Subduing Sword.

Wei Yuan could hardly believe his eyes. Was his teacher going to use the Great Bright Demon-Subduing Sword to prove his invincible heart?

At this moment, Wei Yuan suddenly realized that the heavenly tribulation was not over yet. Zhang Sheng, holding the newly acquired Great Bright Demon-Subduing Sword, was waiting for the second bolt of heavenly lightning to strike.

(End of this chapter)