Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

The Confucian school is known for its many courtesies. From the moment we entered until now, the people we've met, though of different personalities, have all been very polite to the three of them, including Wu Jun.

Ying Shuangqing was the same, speaking in a gentle tone and with a soft attitude.

Moreover, Xia Ru's excuse of not being in Haozheng Wudao is quite reasonable. Luo Hou can't just rush in and say to Lin Tianxing, "You're about to die on the battlefield, so fight me first and give me some combat parameters."

In the final battle before the Calamity's departure, Yi Ye Shu and Jiu Long Qing Yang Zi, who had absorbed the full power of Blood Darkness and the Light of Hope, were able to force the Calamity into the Danqing Prison and send it away with the help of Jian Zi and others.

Shattering ninety percent of the primordial spirit of Calamity does not mean that one can kill Him.

Even after they left, they were still leisurely playing chess with Shao Hao's father. The evil god's messenger they left behind could still stir up trouble. How could Luo Hou not be careful?

Moreover, after this battle, Yi Ye Shu was crippled, and Qing Yang Zi's Nine Dragons flew away. Luo Hou did not want to end up like this.

Now that the power of Blood Darkness is gone, Yi Ye Shu, who has the Demon World Floating Pagoda Body, is certainly stronger. However, both the Nine Dragons Azure Sun Child and the Danqing Prison Diagram are unstable factors. How can the ruler entrust the outcome to others?

At this time, Huang Ru had not yet shared half of his cultivation with Jun Fengtian to prepare the Guiyuan Spirit Pearl, nor had he consumed two hundred years of his foundation with Yun Wanggui and Yu Junheng. Therefore, fighting against him was of significant comparative value.

If a fight doesn't happen, then so be it.

Luo Hou expressed his regret.

After their journey along the Defeng Ancient Road came to an end, Luo Hou, along with Ji Xia Shang and Tian Dao Xiao Jian Dun, took their leave.

"Lord Wu, how strong are the Legalists?"

"Break through the aura of the Divine Emperor, and you will win; otherwise, you will lose."

"Ashamed."

"It's just a cheat code, let's keep improving."

Just as Luo Hou was visiting the Defeng Ancient Road, Zonghengzi arrived at Fenglin Xiaozhu.

"Immortals await riding the yellow crane, while sea travelers have no heart to follow the white gulls. Soaring high, they gaze at the blue sky. Black and white have their own way, and their heroic spirit is expressed in the clouds and tides."

Ren Pingsheng, a wandering swordsman with a detached personality, is actually the right master of the Hidden Sword Sect of Single Edge Swords, whose swordsmanship is unfathomable.

When Zonghengzi arrived, he was at Fenglin Xiaozhu with his adopted daughter, Jinxiu.

“I, the chess master, representing the King of Xian, have come to cooperate with you.”

Ren Pingsheng was no stranger to the name "Chess Demon".

"I never imagined the world of martial arts would change so quickly. The Chess Demon has actually become a lobbyist for the Green Cave."

"It's all about profit."

"Then please tell me about the interests of travelers."

Zonghengzi threw out two pieces: "White piece, hand over the Eight-Colored Key, and the King of Fire will bring you the treasure you need; Black piece, hand over the Eight-Colored Key, and I will assist you in seizing the Jade Emperor's key."

"Regardless of whether the pieces are black or white, the traveler must hand over the Eightfold Key."

"Of course."

Ren Pingsheng said indifferently, "What if I refuse?"

“You won’t refuse, because Jade Emperor’s target is definitely you. I can guarantee that choosing Jade Emperor means choosing to lose everything.”

Ren Pingsheng had already considered this situation. Caught between the two major powers of Cai Lu Xian Kan and Yu Yu Dynasty, he, a free spirit, was in real danger.

Black or white pieces?

Ren Pingsheng made a decision: "I want the Eightfold Key of the Jade Emperor."

"A wise choice. Tomorrow at midnight, we will ambush Yu Lianghuang. Please invite Mr. Ren to join us. This is Lu Guan Tu."

The strategist chose a cliff less than 300 miles from the wonders of the mountains and seas to ambush the Jade Emperor.

"This is the only way to enter the Eight-Sided Exquisite Place where Young Master Yuan is located. Emperor Yu Liang will definitely come here to scout the terrain."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"Please."

"please."

Having reached an agreement, Zonghengzi went to Lushui Sanqian, where Shetianqinji was located.

Ren Pingsheng stared at his retreating figure, a cold expression on his face.

His sword technique was corroded by the cold air, and only the sulfur-flame terpene in the wonders of the mountains and seas could cure it.

How could such an important item be entrusted to someone else? The key to the Jade Emperor must be obtained.

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Chapter 325 The Eldest Nephew: The Beginning of a Wrong Path

The struggle for supremacy in the ancient plains has stirred up various forces, including the long-reclusive Canghuiju.

The valley was deep and secluded, with scattered pavilions and a few disciples practicing their cultivation.

Sect Leader Huan Tianchang stared at the Jade Pivot Token and the Eightfold Key in his hand, lost in thought.

Tian Chang had been living in seclusion for many years due to illness, but unexpectedly he was caught up in the storm of the martial arts world and was listed as the Qi Sect representative of the Eight Ancient Yuan People.

Before Huan Tian could figure out the key to the matter, a young man dressed in a gray-white long gown rushed over.

“Uncle, I’ve been to the Public Pavilion. Here is the list.”

Huan Tianchang took the list, glanced at it, and asked, "Yuan'er, do you think your uncle should participate or refuse?"

This handsome and composed young man was none other than Yue Xunyuan, the nephew of the man suffering from Tianchang.

After a moment's thought, he replied, "Uncle should participate. I have heard that the Mountain and Sea Wonders contain countless rare treasures, among which there may be a good medicine to cure Uncle."

The patient shook his head and said, "My illness is caused by practicing the Mingqi Martial Arts Manual, and there is no cure."

Le Xunyuan was taken aback: "Isn't this a family disease? My father also died from it."

"Ahem! Yuan'er, sit down and listen to your uncle."

Huan Tian had Yue Xunyuan sit in front of him to calm down before slowly revealing the truth: "The Mingqi Martial Scripture is the unique skill of the Hidden Abode. Over the generations, the sect has had many disciples, but why are so few people able to master it?"

Le Xunyuan shook his head. He had always thought that the sect leader was keeping secrets and not allowing the disciples to practice.

His father was the previous sect leader and had long ago passed on the Mingqi Martial Scripture to him.

Le Xunyuan secretly cultivated and has reached the seventh level.

He thought to himself, Huan Tianchang had been stuck at the eighth level for a hundred years, and was only at the ninth level now. At the speed at which he had cultivated to the seventh level, he would surpass Huan Tianchang in no time.

Huan Tian sighed: "Although the Ming Qi Martial Scripture is a top-notch technique, it also seriously damages the practitioner's body. During the cultivation process, it will gradually generate harmful qi, which accumulates in the chest and cannot be expelled."

"Damage your energy?"

Le Xunyuan feigned surprise, but he didn't believe it at all. If his Qi was truly damaged, why would his father allow him to cultivate?

It's clearly a hereditary disease, which is why I took my mother's surname, Le, after birth to avoid this family misfortune. Tian Chang's explanation is probably to prevent me from continuing to cultivate the Ming Qi Martial Scripture.

Huan Tianchang, of course, had no idea what Le Xunyuan was thinking, and continued, "The higher one goes in the Mingqi Martial Scripture, the deeper the Qi damage accumulates. When one reaches the ninth or tenth level, there is a risk of death. This is why my uncle does not teach the Mingqi Martial Scripture to the disciples of the sect."

"What about my father?"

"Alas, when I reached the eighth level of cultivation, I could no longer suppress the damage to my Qi."

Le Xunyuan swallowed the words "You're lying" that were about to come out of his mouth. Back then, when his father was seriously ill, it was because Huan Tianchang had eaten the elixir made by the immortal cultivator that his father died.

This is what he saw with his own eyes!

At this moment, Yue Xunyuan hated Huan Tianchang to the core. Huan Tianchang was the culprit who killed his father and was now deceiving him into stopping the cultivation of the Ming Qi Martial Scripture.

Perhaps, Huan Tianchang discovered that he was secretly cultivating?

Just as Yue Xunyuan had expected, Huan Tianchang's next words were: "Yuan'er, I have discovered that you are secretly practicing the Ming Qi Martial Scripture. Your uncle hopes that you will stop immediately, otherwise, if your Qi is damaged and enters your body, even a god cannot save you, cough cough cough!"

Huan Tian coughed a few times, revealing a tired expression: "Yuan'er, I don't want you to suffer like your uncle, tormented by illness and wishing you were dead."

"Yes, Yuan'er understands."

Le Xunyuan said respectfully.

Huan Tian waved his hand and went back to his bedroom to rest.

Le Xunyuan quietly withdrew and headed towards the back mountain, where a group of cultivators were imprisoned.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

It was during the robbery and murder.

A convoy of cars rumbled into the valley, where Zong Hengzi and Ren Pingsheng stood side by side on the cliff.

Behind the two, the aloof woman in red casually plucked the strings of her zither, producing a clear, melodious sound like a flowing, cold spring.

"coming."

The master strategist had already laid out a complex array here, forming a chessboard-like barrier.

As the convoy entered, the formation was instantly activated, a flash of light appeared, and then darkness alternated as countless black and white chess players charged forward with their swords raised.

At the same time, a tremendous pulling force came from deep underground, causing the man and the horse to sink three feet.

Yu Lianghuang smashed the roof of the carriage with a single palm strike, leaping into the air. He then drew his spear and swept it towards the cliff, clearly having spotted the enemy's location.

Zheng!

With a slight pluck of the strings, a sharp gust of wind repelled the spear, and Yu Lianghuang's momentum vanished, forcing him to land on the roof of the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, Zonghengzi flicked his hand, and a white piece flew out, splitting into two, then four, and quickly evolving into dozens of black and white pieces.

The chess pieces then transformed into a sky full of fiery blades, exploding everywhere and causing the horses to whinny in pain.

Among the followers brought by Emperor Yu Liang were also skilled fighters. They quickly organized the team into two groups: one to fight the chess players and the other to break through the barrier. They fought and moved at the same time, trying their best to rush towards the entrance.

"Ren Pingsheng, Qin Ji and I will kill Yu Lianghuang's followers first, and then you can deal with Yu Lianghuang yourself."

“Ah, how dare the traveler disobey?”

Ren Pingsheng used a crimson sword called Danfeng. With a flash of crimson light, he flew like a feather towards Yu Lianghuang.

"Frost flows in the air, unnoticed as it flies!"

While the people were still in the air, the cold red frost enveloped the battlefield.

The Wudu army, which had been struggling within the Chess Demon Barrier, was frozen solid by the frost, which caused the collapsed ground to freeze over, firmly fixing them in their original positions.