Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 51 Weishan Spitting Sword
Northern Canglu Prefecture, Tinghu County, Weishan.

Qingxianzi held his wife in his arms, sat by the window, looked up, frowned, and stared intently at the sky.

"This air track isn't right," he muttered.

The baby girl in her arms babbled for a while, but the old man didn't respond. As if she was angry, she slowly waved her arms and legs, then grabbed his beard and held on tightly.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

The child was strong, and no matter how hard Qingxianzi used all his cultivation, he couldn't break free. He could only beg for mercy: "Alright, alright, you're the only one who knows your precious disciple. It's all because you spoiled him."

The baby strained a little more.

With a "whoosh," a handful was pulled off.

A disciple knocked on the door: "Sect Leader, dinner is ready."

Qingxianzi rubbed his aching chin and replied, "Has your senior brother eaten?"

The disciple outside the gate didn't know why his master had suddenly asked about his eldest brother today, so he replied truthfully, "He just ate it. He was fed dog blood from last month. The taste might not be strong enough, but it should be tolerable."

"Hmm," Qingxianzi said, pushing open the door with his wife in his arms. He glanced down at his apprentice and said, "Take my dinner to him too."

Oh, so the eldest brother has even started eating human food.

"Row."

Watching her apprentice's departing figure, the baby girl in her arms let out two more "woo-wah" sounds.

Qingxianzi replied, "It's alright. He used something unclean today, so the small leak will be contained in a while."

After leaving the back room, Qingxianzi walked to the sect square. The disciple who had just delivered the food came running up to him: "Master, I've fed Senior Brother."

Has he finished eating?

"Finished."

"Okay, then take your dinner to him too."

"……what?"

A little while later, the disciple who delivered the meal returned and saw that Qingxianzi had already stood on the eaves of the sect's main hall, holding his master's wife.

He gazed northwest, where the mountain wind whipped his hair and beard, giving him the air of a master.

The disciple looked up and shouted, "Master, I've fed my food to my eldest brother too!"

As if in a leisurely mood, he asked, "Has he finished eating?"

"Finished!"

“Then keep feeding him,” the old man called out. “Call me when he’s about to vomit.”

The disciple frowned. What kind of person was this old man? He just wouldn't stop feeding him.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that the disciple finally ran back, covered in sweat, and shouted to Qingxianzi, "Senior Brother has eaten six buckets of rice, and seems to be starting to feel nauseous."

This time, Qingxianzi didn't respond.

He held his wife in one arm and brandished his iron whisk with the other, gazing at the heavens above, and whispered, "Pick it by hand!"

Two streams of fortune, separated by thousands of miles, were joined together by his whisk in the celestial energy path.

The old man shouted down, "Quick, go kick your senior brother!"

……

Outside the city of Beishi, a teahouse.

Pei Xia looked at the middle-aged man who had put down his teacup, and her expression became serious.

Military strategists are the easiest cultivators to identify in the Nine Provinces because they cultivate not spiritual power, but "momentum".

It's something that's very difficult for outsiders to describe precisely, but ironically, when you perceive it, it becomes incredibly clear.

In Pei Xia's view, the person sitting not far away had a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood behind him.

Broken spears, shattered swords, tattered armor, and corpses piled up densely across the entire wilderness. His "power" spread outwards, as if dyeing everything behind him a terrifying scarlet.

Pei Xia tightened his grip on the three-foot iron rod in his hand: "Blood Suppresses the Nation..."

Xie Zu noticed that Pei Xia was nervous. He smiled and waved to the young man: "Old Pei's son, right? Don't be nervous, I didn't come here specifically to arrest you."

Pei Xia did not readily believe it: "Military strategists must not go against the grain; this is an ironclad rule." Indeed, military strategists are the most renowned among the three schools of thought (orthodox and unorthodox) for their combat prowess, but this school has a fatal weakness.

Military practitioners rely on "military power" for their cultivation. Serving as a general in the army means that obedience is their primary duty. The very essence of military power dictates that military practitioners cannot defy the emperor.

This is also one of the foundations of the Kyushu Dynasty Empire.

Xie Zu laughed and said, "I knew you were no ordinary person when I saw you practicing swordsmanship. I didn't expect you to know so much."

That's what he said, but Xie Zu didn't show any embarrassment at being exposed. He only asked in return, "Then Luo Xian, is she the emperor?"

Pei Xia was speechless for a moment.

"So, I didn't come here specifically to catch you. My intention was to find you and exchange some skills."

Xie Zu said that at first, but after putting down his teacup and standing up, he twisted his wrist again: "But if someone sees me walking in front of the Prime Minister's residence, and I still want to measure the moves with you separately, it will be troublesome if people talk about it later."

Pei Xia took a deep breath: "Just say it."

"it is good!"

The "momentum" behind Xie Zu began to slowly converge on him. He said, "I will only use one move, five-tenths of my strength. If you are still standing after I'm done, I will leave immediately. Otherwise, I will catch you and take you back."

Pei Xia remained silent.

Xie Zu is a fourth-level military strategist. His Blood Guardian Kingdom cultivation level is said to be such that even if all twelve Heavenly Consciousness Realm experts of the Holy Palace were tied together, they wouldn't be enough to defeat him. Even if you halve that, it would still be six Heavenly Consciousness Realm experts—maybe that's not how it's calculated, but that's not important.

Xu Shangxin had already understood. She looked at Pei Xia's back, her hands clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.

In fact, all the way from the Prime Minister's residence, Xu Shangxin had been thinking about one thing.

That means being brought to justice.

Of course she knew she was being framed, but wasn't Pei Xia innocent too?
The fact that she had gone to such lengths made her feel uneasy.

But reason told her that things had come to this point, and it was no longer possible to solve the problem by turning herself in; it would only make all the sacrifices Pei Xia had made go to waste.

She could only trust Pei Xia.

The girl picked up the weakened Lu Li and whispered to herself, "If he dies, I die; if he dies, I die; if he dies, I die!"

Pear's little hand grasped her teacher's trembling fingertips. She looked up and smiled wearily: "Don't worry, he is Pei Xia."

Pei Xia kicked the end of the stick, the three-foot-long piece of cold iron spun in his hand, and pointed it diagonally at Xie Zu: "Come on."

"it is good!"

Xie Zu responded and stepped forward!

With a lunge stance, the fist rises from below, the crimson battle aura trailing a bright, blade-like tail of flame, its force as devastating as a mountain!

Abandoning all complexity and frills, there is no preparatory action.

When a military strategist strikes, it's like killing an enemy on the battlefield; in an instant, he can take your life!

at the same time.

On Mount Wei, accompanied by a loud roar, the eldest brother opened his mouth and spat out a sword aura from his abdomen, like a dragon breaking free from the sea, soaring straight into the sky!

Qingxianzi brandished his whisk, his face grave, and said in a low voice, "Go!"

This vast and powerful sword energy swept across two states in an instant, following the celestial energy path!

Lu Li looked up at the sky and shouted to Pei Xia, "It's spitting out swords!"

"I know!"

Pei Xia had already leaped forward to meet Xie Zu!

Four years ago, he was tormented by the evil pig to the point of madness, and it was Weishan who took him in.

Qingxianzi used his Qi-gazing cultivation to refine his body and transfer it to his master's wife, while he extracted his martial arts and put it into his senior brother's belly, splitting him into three.

But ultimately, the sword energy within his senior brother's belly is still Pei Xia's sword.

The surging power emanating from the air currents converged entirely on the long staff in Pei Xia's hand, and the turbulent, sharp sword wind began to rapidly slice through Pei Xia's flesh.

Lu Li cried out, "Your physique is with your master's wife; you can't hold out for even a moment longer!"

The long staff met the bloody fist with a sudden clang.

The two halves of the rod suddenly split apart, and within the cold iron, a gleaming sword blade as thin as a cicada's wing was revealed!
The sword's edge slashed into the crimson light!
(End of this chapter)