The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 344 Human Courage, A Hymn to Humanity

Yuan Yufeng looked at Old Liu, then looked down at the knife tip protruding from his chest. His first feeling wasn't excruciating pain, but rather an extreme sense of absurdity and coldness.

He even subconsciously looked up, wanting to say to Old Liu, "Stop messing around."

But when he saw the scales appear on that familiar face, all the sound and color in his world vanished in an instant. The one who would fight him for drinks, who would call him a fool, the one with whom he had promised to take care of each other in old age… his only remaining family in the world…

is fake.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Only scalding blood gushed out. But when a person is between life and death, a great ferocity also bursts forth—and Yuan Yufeng discovered this.

It seemed to be because Old Liu was old, or perhaps because he was lame.

Although the knife pierced his body, it did not actually hit any vital organs. Under the stimulation of the excruciating pain and the blood, Yuan Yufeng suddenly struggled, pulled out the knife, twisted his body, and slashed.

Old Liu tried to pull out his knife, but Yuan Yufeng was young and strong and couldn't. The two exchanged blows and fell to the side. Yuan Yufeng held the knife in one hand, pointing it at Old Liu, and pressed his other hand against his chest wound as he staggered backward.

Yuan Yufeng gasped for breath, the ancestral pendant around her neck emitting a faint jade-like hue.

"you you!"

Old Liu had become like an old mermaid. Yuan Yufeng looked at Old Liu and felt a piercing pain all over her body. In fact, the anger couldn't suppress the sadness. Her nose stung, and even though she clenched her teeth and was in pain, tears kept flowing down her face, blurring her vision.

Why, why you?!

"Why!"

Yuan Yufeng shouted, "Why!"

Old Liu said, "Because you are a descendant of Yuan Tiangang!"

Yuan Yufeng was speechless.

Old Liu said sternly, "If you weren't a descendant of Yuan Tiangang, how could I have left my hometown and gone into hiding in Langzhong? If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you..." Wisps of Yuan Qi appeared in Old Liu's palm, turning into a short dagger.

Accompanied by a fierce roar, the Water Condensation Thorn pierced through the air with a whooshing sound.

"I want to secure a future for my people, I want to fight for my homeland—"

"For the sake of the revered god Gonggong."

Yuan Yufeng blocked the attack, his sword vibrating violently, almost causing him to drop it. He knew he shouldn't ask such a question now, but he wasn't the ancestor who had calculated everything. He couldn't control his emotions and said hoarsely:
"Then, you'll help me with everything, you'll drink with me, you'll take care of everything..."

"It's all fake!" Old Liu attacked fiercely, forcing Yuan Yufeng to retreat repeatedly. "It's all just to get close to you, all just to gain your trust!"

"Didn't I tell you?!"

"The more you do, the more mistakes you make; the more you go further, the more people you hinder."

"I'm telling you, don't stick your neck out!"

"I'm telling you, hide well, hide! Why!?"

Old Liu roared continuously, accompanied by booming sounds and tremors of vital energy. He transformed into the behemoth Kaiming and fought against the ancient dragon turtle, whose mere movement could turn the entire ancient city of Langzhong into ruins. The battle shook the earth.

Amidst the rumbling sound, a storm swept through the surroundings, carrying moisture with it. The entire Panlong Mountain trembled. The pendant around Yuan Yufeng's neck emitted light, the earth shook, and the dragon vein, which had been briefly suppressed, murmured.

The dragon turtle felt as if its abdomen was being burned by raging fire.

Within Zhou Yan's body, the one-third of the Imperial Seal that forms the foundation of his current fifth-grade Dao foundation shone with layers of brilliance. Among them, the position of the Pure Origin Wondrous Dao True Monarch, based on the Human Dao Luck, shone with brilliant light.

This dragon vein of Panlong Mountain seems to be resonating with Zhou Yan's Imperial Seal. The huge Panlong Mountain is trembling, as if it wants to break free. However, this is, after all, the Dragon-Severing Stone that Yuan Tiangang personally blessed back then. Even if this dragon vein senses the Imperial Seal, it cannot return.

However, the ancient dragon turtle had already sensed something was wrong.

He let out a roar.

"Speed ​​up immediately!"

Only the messages that the aquatic creatures could sense were urging them to act quickly, and the pressure in Li Zhenyue's location immediately increased dramatically.

Old Liu, panting heavily, gripped the Water Condensation Dagger and charged towards Yuan Yufeng: "I must complete my infiltration mission!" Yuan Yufeng, wielding the Great Tang Horizontal Blade, also mustered his last strength and slashed fiercely forward.

The horizontal sword of the Tang Dynasty was the level issued to the state soldiers. It did not possess the characteristics of Yuan Qi, nor did it have any talismans or engravings. It was made of cold, hard steel, and the warm palm of the hand holding it collided with the water condensation spikes constructed by the water Yuan Qi.

Old Liu said, "It was I who taught you the sword technique."

"But you are just a mortal."

After revealing his true form, Old Liu's speed, strength, and reaction speed all increased significantly. He no longer resembled a dying old man. His moves were sharp and ruthless. Even if Yuan Yufeng were still at his peak, let alone after being stabbed, he would not be a match for him.

Finally, with many wounds all over his body, he collapsed to the ground, only able to tremble. Yuan Yufeng lay on the ground, struggling to slowly reach out and grab the horizontal sword that had fallen to the ground. He gasped for breath, but could no longer move, as a foot stepped on his chest.

That kind of power, at least three to five times stronger than that of a human adult, pinned Yuan Yufeng down, making him unable to move at all.

Old Liu, his face covered in scales, stared intently at Yuan Yufeng. His expression wasn't one of triumphant composure, but rather one of pain, bewilderment, despair, and numbness. He said:

"I advised you... if you hadn't come..."

"The days I spent drinking with you were the best days of my life."

"...I was really happy in this city. I gradually felt that rather than being a lurking assassin, living out my days as an old man with no skills in Langzhong and dying of old age would be a good choice. But I never expected this."

"It's possible that we'll find Yuan Tiangang's descendants here."

Yuan Yufeng, who had been pierced, gasped for breath, her thoughts becoming increasingly sluggish. Old Liu condensed his weapon, gripped it with both hands, and aimed it at Yuan Yufeng, who struggled to tighten her grip on the hilt.

The ability to determine location with the naked eye, which had appeared before, reappeared at this critical moment. He saw Old Liu's vital point and gasped for breath. When humans are injured, their thinking ability decreases significantly.

The lives of 300,000 people, the future of the Tang Dynasty, and those children singing ballads—these things caused Yuan Yufeng to struggle internally. For the first time, he embraced his talent, his eyes fixed on Old Liu's vitals.

Old Liu plunged his knife in hard, and Yuan Yufeng, seizing the moment of life, also swung her knife fiercely.

boom! ! !
Water elemental transformed into waves, colliding with the power of enlightenment. As the severely injured enlightenment collapsed in a sorry state, the radiance almost swept across the entire ancient city of Langzhong, while the primordial energy that had overwhelmed the moonlight slowly dissipated.

The man's sword clashed with the aquatic creature's water-condensed thorn. The sword pierced through Old Liu's body with precision, while the water-condensed thorn pierced Yuan Yufeng's brow.

Yuan Yufeng drew his knife with the determination to take Old Liu down with him even if he were to die. But this time, when he realized that what was pressed against his brow was not the blade and the pain of death, but warm water, Yuan Yufeng's eyes widened, and his hand holding the knife began to tremble as if he had been electrocuted.

pat.

The water-coated spike did not penetrate the skull with its usual cold and hard force.

Instead, it turned into rain and fell on Yuan Yufeng. Yuan Yufeng's wounds actually began to heal. Yuan Yufeng suddenly raised his head and saw the old merman with scales on his face staggering backward, with blue blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Old Liu looked at the sword that had pierced through him and said:

"...Is this how you're going to take care of me in my old age?"

Yuan Yufeng struggled to her feet: "Old Liu..."

Old Liu leaned against the tree and slowly sat down. His vision gradually blurred as he looked at Yuan Yufeng, whose face was pale. He wanted to say something with a smile, but he couldn't. He was an assassin of the Merfolk, carrying a duty to infiltrate the human world.

Yuan Yufeng struggled to get over. He looked at the badly injured Old Liu and his face showed extreme panic and resentment. Old Liu's eyes reflected the young man, and he remembered that day when Yuan Yufeng had angered his superior for Wang Wan'er and he had pulled this kid to drink.

...How wonderful it would be if I could grow old and die as an ordinary person in Langzhong.

“Lao Liu, Lao Liu!”

Yuan Yufeng watched as the old merman lost his life, staggered backward, sat there, looked at his own palm, his breathing gradually became abnormally heavy, his palm twitched and trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes turned red.

“…Huh, huh…”

Yuan Yufeng's mind went blank. Not long ago, he was just an ordinary soldier. He killed the merman, the person he considered his master, the friend he drank with, and now the most important person in his life.

What should I do?
Ah... I don't know, Lao Liu, you have to teach me...

I'm still just a new recruit.

I have everything, everything...

Yuan Yufeng glanced down, his chest heaving violently. The place where he had been stabbed had been repaired by the water element. His mind went blank as he looked at Old Liu's corpse. He staggered over and reached his arms through Old Liu's arms to help him up.

It was heavy and cold, just like when I helped him onto the bed after he got drunk before.

Yuan Yufeng placed Old Liu under the big tree.

When Yuan Yufeng saw Old Liu's eyes widen, but there was no light left in them, Yuan Yufeng, a descendant of a top feng shui master, felt a nauseous urge to vomit. Her stomach cramped up clearly, and her steps felt like walking on cotton. She staggered and almost fell over.

My brain felt like it couldn't keep up; I felt dizzy.

What should I do?
What should I do?!

The entire Langzhong seemed to tremble. When the lion roared, the glazed fire burned to the ends of the earth. The dragon turtle from the ancient mythological lineage that supports the heavens, and Kaiming, one of the three great gods of Kunlun, were fighting to the death.

Famous generals gallop through the streets; this is an era of myths and legends, a battlefield teeming with heroes. It has nothing to do with mortals, and no one cares about a man's 'parricide'.

Yuan Yufeng looked down in the darkness and saw the pendant around her neck.

In this despair, a special anger and a helpless struggle arose in his heart. He grabbed the pendant tightly. It was this, this so-called identity as a descendant of Yuan Tiangang, that forced him to confront Old Liu.

That's why he killed him, killed him...

"This is it. A descendant of Yuan Tiangang, I gained nothing from it, only..."

He grabbed the pendant, lifted it up with force, and was about to smash it down hard.

But when he grabbed it, his chest heaved violently, and he didn't slam it down. In such a desperate battlefield, where heroes were fighting with all their might and even facing formidable enemies, Yuan Yufeng, a mortal with only the glory of his ancestors, clung tightly to the pendant.

It's not actually enlightenment.

However, in such despair and confusion, one needs to do what is necessary. Yuan Yufeng staggered, using his sword for support, and headed towards Panlong Mountain. He staggered until he reached Zhenlong Well.

He held the object in both hands and threw the pendant into the Zhenlong Well.

The Dragon-Suppressing Well was very deep. When the pendant fell, it emitted a jade-colored light. The jade-colored light fell on the Dragon-Suppressing Stone and then shattered. Jade-colored fragments scattered, and the next moment, cracks appeared on the Dragon-Suppressing Stone.

The entire Panlong Mountain seemed to tremble. The next moment, the wind that had been flowing through the entire Panlong Mountain gathered and transformed into something like a dragon's roar. Struggling and with his wounds barely healing, Yuan Yufeng stood beside the Zhenlong Well, with wisps of light rising from around him.

Then, it transformed into a roaring dragon, its azure dragon howling as it circled and looked back at the human race before it.

An ordinary person who overcame difficulties and fulfilled a responsibility that transcended time.

The dragon of the dragon vein raised its head and roared endlessly, soaring into the sky. Layers of golden light began to emanate from the night sky. Yuan Yufeng gasped for breath as he watched all of this, finally completing the task.

He stood there blankly, not knowing what to do. He picked up the knife and staggered back to the old tree. He saw Old Liu's body, sat down next to him, and did nothing.

Old Liu looked into the distance. His eyes, unlike those of others, were still devoid of light. Tears finally gathered, but they were not liquid. They dripped down and transformed into a very large pearl, perfectly round and radiant.

Mermaids' tears turn into pearls.

But only tears of true sorrow can transform into the most perfect jewel.

Holding Old Liu's body, Yuan Yufeng looked at the precious pearl that shone in the moonlight and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

The nine-headed human-faced tiger and the enormous ancient dragon turtle collided once. This time, the nine-headed tiger's form collapsed, turning into countless light and shadows. The light and shadows dispersed like bubbles, and the scholar in the green robe crashed heavily into the Heavenly Palace Courtyard, almost completely collapsing it.

The scholar in the blue robe was deathly pale, and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"...Only a head was recovered; he was no match for this guy after all."

"Kid, I can't hold on any longer, aren't you coming out?"

At this moment, golden light suddenly converged, transforming into a long dragon of fortune that coiled in the sky and swept across the entire Langzhong area—[Tiangongyuan][Panlongshan][Li Chunfeng][Yuan Tiangang].

The figures from a century ago seem to have transcended time to offer their assistance.

Kaiming gasped for breath, realizing that Zhou Yan's Dao foundation was essentially a deduction of the Imperial Seal of the State, and the Imperial Seal of the State was essentially a condensation of extremely rich human destiny!

A golden dragon coiled in the sky, while the dragon-turtle roared with its head held high, its heart filled with rage.

His eyes lowered, staring at Kaiming, who lay there limp and powerless.

"Even if you are the last of the three Kunlun Mountain Gods, you are still one of the most powerful beings. I wonder how much of your strength I can recover after consuming you, one of the three Kunlun Mountain Gods?!"

Kaiming sneered, "I'm afraid you'll have indigestion from eating this."

The Primordial Dragon Turtle grinned maliciously, opened its mouth and bit down hard. Kaiming exerted all his strength and transformed into his true form, but he couldn't resist. This Primordial Dragon Turtle had been second only to Buzhou Mountain and his brother in strength since ancient times. Kaiming's true form gradually crumbled, and he could only watch helplessly as the dragon turtle bit down on his neck.

"...Damn it, have we really failed this time?"

"Big Sister... Jingwei, Zhuge..."

The ancient dragon turtle opened its mouth to bite, but its movement faltered.

A burst of intense flames erupted from his abdomen. Kaiming saw the golden dragon coil around and suddenly rush towards the Primordial Dragon Turtle, crashing into its body. The next moment, a ball of golden flames lit up inside the Primordial Dragon Turtle.

The boundless, blazing fire was accompanied by the clear voice of the Taoist priest.

"The fire of the great sun, the origin of humanity."

Strands of vital energy gathered together.

Using the essence and physique of the ancient dragon-turtle as water and soil, and the bronze divine wood transformed into metal and wood, it was finally ignited by the fire of the Great Sun Golden Crow, thus becoming—

"Tushita Palace!!!"

(End of this chapter)