Longzang

Chapter 822 The Day of the Star Lord's Suffering

If one could listen calmly to Zhang Sheng's words, one could still glean some truth from them. Xiao Yu's Dao mind was in turmoil at the moment, and she couldn't understand, but the beings hidden around her all understood.

Xiao Yu follows the traditional path of sword cultivation, focusing on mastering only one sword technique until it reaches its pinnacle of skill and power, capable of cutting through anything, destroying everything, moving mountains and filling seas, and being omnipotent.

Along this path, a behemoth like the Sword Palace was born, producing countless peerless sword cultivators throughout the ages, and quite a few ascended to immortality.

Zhang Sheng, on the other hand, followed the path of the masses, drawing upon the sword intents of the world to achieve victory through sheer quantity, believing that ten thousand swords could defeat a single one. This path was clearly more difficult, but its advantage was that, theoretically, there was no upper limit, perfectly suited to the desire for invincibility.

In this round of confrontation, Xiaoyu's defeat was entirely justified. Even the onlookers secretly added Zhang Sheng back to their list of major enemies, even though she was still a Dao Foundation cultivator.

Xiaoyu returned to her residence, dejected. She sat quietly for a while, but couldn't calm her mind. She couldn't help but summon the Lesser Yang Star Lord again. This time, the Lesser Yang Star Lord's light was much dimmer, its color a dark red, transforming from the rising sun into the afterglow of the setting sun.

The Shaoyang Star Lord standing before Xiaoyu at this moment is actually a projection of a celestial official in a proper celestial post, possessing innate spirituality. However, in a sense, the relationship between the projection and the celestial official in a proper celestial post is not very deep.

Although their relationship wasn't deep, Shaoyang Xingjun basically replicated the temperament and personality of a proper celestial official, possessing both a volatile temper and an arrogant demeanor. Losing like that, he was clearly not in a good mood.

Just then, there was another knock on the courtyard gate. Xiao Yu scanned it with her divine sense and found that Ji Liuli was standing outside the gate. She was immediately startled and instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Ji Liuli pushed the door open and entered before Xiaoyu could open it, shattering Xiaoyu's plan to pretend that no one was in the courtyard.

Upon seeing Xiaoyu, Ji Liuli's eyes lit up, and he said, "It's been a long time! It's amazing that you've cultivated the Star Lord Dharma Form. Come with me to the arena, let me see what you've got to do with it!"

"Haven't you seen it?"

"I only watched it, but you and Wei Yuan didn't fight, so you didn't see how Xingjun fought."

Ji Liuli could lie without batting an eye, and Xiaoyu really wanted to expose her directly, saying that she was hiding right next to the arena at the time.

However, the senior sister is not Zhang Sheng; she has a rather wicked temperament. If you expose her, you will definitely face various forms of retaliation.

Xiao Yu, as always, chose to endure, and returned to the dueling platform with Ji Liuli. This time, many divine senses were still hiding in the same place, showing no respect for Xiao Yu's ability to probe with her divine sense.

Xiao Yu, unable to bear it any longer, glanced at the hidden corner, but to no avail. After arriving in Qingming, the cultivators of Taichu Palace not only saw their cultivation levels rise, but their shamelessness also increased.

Once the duel officially began, Ji Liuli became unusually serious, his body radiating a hazy, glassy light. Pointing to his forehead, he said to Shaoyang Xingjun, "Come on, strike here!"

Hidden in the shadows, Feng Tingyu was immediately displeased: "How dare she steal my lines!"

The cultivators quickly restrained Feng Tingyu and persuaded her repeatedly. Feng Tingyu also felt that there was no need to lower herself to Ji Liuli's level.

Xiao Yu was stunned, not understanding for a moment whether Ji Liuli was joking or what he was doing. But Ji Liuli was obviously not joking, and said again: "Chop this way, with force."

Helpless, Xiao Yu mustered 30% of her strength and slashed at Ji Liuli's head with her sword, but she didn't even cut a single hair or break the skin.

Xiao Yu was shocked. How could her senior sister's physical body have become so terrifying after so long?

This time, he used seventy percent of his strength, slashing down with his sword. A deafening clang, like the tolling of a bell, rang out, and Ji Liuli's body shone brightly, deflecting the immortal sword, Great Sun, back. Half a strand of hair fell from her head, but her oily skin remained unbroken.

"Push harder! Haven't you eaten?!"

This time, Shaoyang Xingjun was enraged. Before Xiaoyu could control him, he held his sword with both hands, a blazing sun rose behind his head, and with a sword carrying the power of heaven and earth, he slashed fiercely at Ji Liuli's head!

Ji Liuli was sent flying backward by the slash and crashed into the dueling platform. Her forehead was warm, and when she reached out to wipe it, not only was her hand covered in blood, but a handful of her hair also fell out!
Lord Shaoyang gave a heavy snort, slowly sheathed his sword, his demeanor unusually composed and elegant.

Before he could even enjoy the moment of glory, a magnificent, dark yellow pagoda suddenly descended from the sky and crashed heavily into the center of the dueling platform!

Shaoyang Xingjun disappeared on the spot.

Xiaoyu's face turned deathly pale instantly, blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, and she barely managed to stay upright.

Ji Liuli climbed out of the pit, conjuring a crystal mirror in his hand. He looked at his forehead and saw a two-inch-long incision revealing his skull, which resembled celestial jade. Most alarmingly, a small patch of scalp had been shaved off the top of his head, leaving a gap in his once thick black hair.

The opening didn't anger Ji Liuli, but the shedding of fur instantly drove her mad, causing her to directly annihilate Shaoyang Xingjun.

Seeing Xiaoyu's pale face, Ji Liuli felt a little guilty and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't control my emotions for a moment."

Xiaoyu waved her hand weakly and said, "It's okay, I understand."

He wasn't just being polite; if someone cut his hair, he'd go crazy too.

The battle was quite swift. Ji Liuli suffered minor injuries, while Xiao Yu was seriously wounded, and the outcome was already decided. The result was as expected, but it ended too quickly. Many people didn't have time to record what Ji Liuli looked like after losing his fur. So, the cultivators were all asking each other who had recorded it and wanted to share it quickly.

When Xiaoyu returned to her residence, Baoyun came to visit again.

Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at her and said irritably, "If you want to spar, wait until I'm healed! I thought we had some childhood friendship, but I didn't expect... Humph!"

Bao Yun smiled gently, placed a medicine box on the table, pushed it over, and said, "I just came to bring you medicine. Oh, actually I also wanted to see Lord Shaoyang, but just a look is fine. We can spar after you've recovered."

Xiaoyu found it hard to refuse this request, so Shaoyang Xingjun appeared and sat down at the table without saying a word.

Bao Yun opened the medicine box, revealing a golden pill inside, and said, "Keep it with you and breathe in its medicinal energy every day. Once the pill is used up in seven days, you can continue to use it. This pill greatly replenishes your primordial spirit. Your primordial spirit was seriously injured in the battle just now. Taking this medicine will prevent any hidden injuries."

Xiao Yu recognized it as the Bao family's heirloom elixir and was immediately moved. She took it and said, "Then I will accept it."

Xiaoyu and Baoyun had known each other since childhood and had an extraordinary friendship. They didn't need much formality and readily accepted the pills. Shaoyang Xingjun's expression softened; since arriving in Qingming, he had finally encountered someone normal.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the table, dressed in a dark silver-blue, neither brocade nor satin, like the ripples of a deep, cold pool under the moonlight. The face was strikingly beautiful, with skin like snow and bones like jade, a pair of phoenix eyes half-open, slightly upturned at the corners, their pupils unfathomable, serene and devoid of joy or sorrow. Thin lips were slightly pursed, pale yet tinged with crimson. A waterfall of black hair was pulled back, two strands falling casually from the temples, even the ends of which seemed to carry a hint of coldness.

In terms of demeanor and bearing, she was in no way inferior to Shaoyang Xingjun, and her Dao power was extremely pure, just like Shaoyang Xingjun's, without any impurities.

Shaoyang Xingjun exclaimed, "Taiyin Xingjun? What are you doing here?"

Taiyin, with her extremely cold and aloof nature, coldly replied, "If you can descend to earth, why can't I?"

Shaoyang Xingjun said, "But she's not a sword cultivator?"

"Who says only sword cultivators can summon a Star Lord? What, are you looking down on us?"

Shaoyang Xingjun said, "Of course that's not what I meant, but in your three previous descents to the mortal realm, didn't you always seek out sword cultivators? Oh, and there seems to be a flowering tree left in the mortal realm that you transformed from your immortal power. Did you come here for that?"

"Flowering tree? I don't remember that. Tell me more about it."

The Lesser Yang Star Lord, unsuspecting, said, "You want to test me? This isn't a secret; everyone in the Star Palace knows. That flowering tree should be some kind of osmanthus, but it suddenly disappeared after I descended to earth. Before I came down, you even asked me to help you find it. How could you forget all that?... Wait, you're not the Greater Yin Star Lord!!"

The scenery before Xiaoyu's eyes changed, everything vanished like bubbles, but the medicine box remained in front of her, unopened.

Bao Yun sat opposite her with a smile, neither raising her hand nor explaining anything.

Xiaoyu suddenly realized and said, "I've already fallen for it?"

"It's just a trivial skill. But the medicine is real." Bao Yun reached out and opened the medicine box, and sure enough, there was a perfectly round, golden pill inside.

Xiao Yu looked at Shao Yang Xingjun, whose expression was naturally not good. The Tai Yin Xingjun from just now was clearly an illusion, yet she hadn't seen through it at all. If this were a life-or-death struggle, she probably wouldn't even know how she died.

Xiao Yu was naturally shocked. She had never heard of Bao Yun having any talent in illusions when she was at the Dao Foundation stage. How could her ability in this area have become so terrifying after she reached the Dharma Form stage that even Shao Yang Xingjun was affected by her?

Bao Yun smiled and said, "The medicine has been delivered, and I should go now. It's windy tonight, so remember to close the doors and windows when you go to sleep."

Xiaoyu was somewhat confused and didn't know what Baoyun was talking about. When she pressed her for details, Baoyun refused to say another word and left on her own.

After Baoyun left, Xiaoyu sat quietly for a while, then suddenly sighed, feeling somewhat listless and no longer in the mood for meditation. She lay down on the bed, wanting this nightmarish day to pass quickly.

He had only intended to indulge himself a little, but as darkness fell, Xiaoyu fell into a deep sleep and became unconscious.

The next moment, Xiaoyu suddenly woke up and sat up abruptly. Only then did she realize that the moon was high in the sky outside the window, and it was already midnight!

What happened? He tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember anything. Only then did Xiaoyu notice someone sitting by the window, and upon closer inspection, she realized it was Shaoyang Xingjun.

Xiao Yu instinctively felt that something was wrong. How could she have suddenly fallen into a deep sleep? Not to mention that she was now in her Dharma form, this kind of thing had never happened since she was forged into a physical body.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Xiaoyu asked.

The voice of the Lesser Yang Star Lord was calm but tinged with weariness, as if he had no more attachment to anything in the world. He said, "She came, and then you were knocked unconscious."

"She? Who is she?"

“I don’t know who she is, and I can’t see her. I tried to reason with her, but she talks too much, and I couldn’t win the argument.”

(End of this chapter)