Simultaneously traversing: traversing countless heavens

Chapter 109 The Reason for Not Taking Action

Until a muffled thud, like a heavy hammer pounding earth, the last sturdy, almost ferocious pen holder finally satisfied Xie Guanying's "fullness and thirst".

The once handsome and dashing Confucian sage was now unrecognizable. His face was swollen like an over-fermented bun, covered in bruises, with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes. Blood trickled from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, turning him into a pitiful pig's head.

Logically speaking, with the cultivation level of a terrestrial immortal or Confucian sage, ordinary external injuries, even if the bones are broken, can be completely healed in the blink of an eye by circulating the true qi within the body and responding to the vitality of heaven and earth, without even leaving a scar.

but--

The person he met tonight, and the way that person "violently" did so, were not within the scope of "normal".

Zhou Yi appears to be drawing away Xie Guanying's energy, but he is actually drawing away his luck, the power of heaven and earth around him, and even the Heavenly Dao above his head—all at once.

That seemingly rough flatbread seemed to be whipping not only his skin and bones, but also, in a brutal and unreasonable way, almost plundering, it was drawing away the enormous "luck" that he had painstakingly and unscrupulously stolen and devoured!

At the same time, the power of heaven and earth that Xie Guanying had barely managed to gather to protect himself or fight back was easily scattered and shattered by that palm, melting away silently like snow being splashed with boiling water.

Even—in the darkness, Xie Guanying's "fate and destiny," which was vaguely connected to the Heavenly Dao and served as the support of a terrestrial immortal, seemed to be loosened and swayed by this unreasonable slap!

Land deities are born with a destiny and can be seen in a sense as one of the representatives chosen by Heaven in the human world. Their every move is in accordance with the will of Heaven and is blessed by the great power of Heaven and Earth.

At this moment, Xie Guanying felt as if the heavens had closed their eyes to him... Unable to bear looking at him?

He tried to circulate his true energy and the power of heaven and earth to repair his injuries, but found that his once effortless strength had become extremely sluggish, the swelling and pain on his face remained, and the recovery speed was so slow that it was despairing.

He'll fix my ass!

After a barrage of blows, Zhou Yi not only beat Xie Guanying until he was bruised and humiliated, but also shattered the Confucian "foundation of fortune" that Xie had painstakingly planned and condensed over twenty years!

The "bridge between heaven and man" that connected him to the realm of terrestrial immortals and continuously absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to have been brutally demolished and crushed by an invisible giant hand!

"Snap—"

It was not a real sound, but an auditory hallucination from the depths of Xie Guanying's soul, a collapse of his spiritual barrier.

The aura that had once been as vast as the sea, resonating with heaven and earth, around him rapidly diminished and collapsed like the receding tide!

From the lofty realm of terrestrial immortals, he plummeted all the way down, passing through celestial phenomena and the second rank, finally teetering on the edge of the third rank.

Moreover, its foundation is weak and its Qi is disordered, and it is no longer as perfect and flawless as it once was.

Twenty years of forbearance, twenty years of scheming, twenty years of ruthless cold-bloodedness, devouring the fortune of his closest relatives, only to finally reach the top and step into the terrestrial immortal realm that countless people dream of.

However, under the moonlight in this desolate wilderness, in front of that hard, unremarkable flatbread, it so easily vanished into thin air, completely lost in a single day!

In contrast, the "murderous" pancake in Zhou Yi's hand, apart from being stained with a little blood and grease from Xie Guanying's face, remained intact and as firm as ever, as if beating a terrestrial deity was nothing more than dusting it off.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away...

Huang Sanjia, who was playing chess with someone, suddenly sensed something and his brows twitched slightly.

He did not circulate his internal energy, nor did he deliberately absorb it, but he only felt a pure and powerful aura of fortune, bearing the familiar imprint of Confucianism, arise out of thin air, flowing into his own complex and indescribable river of fortune without any hindrance, making his originally somewhat gloomy heavenly secrets seem a little brighter.

I felt an extra Confucian and Taoist aura emanating from my body.

I sensed the direction from which good fortune was coming.

After a long silence, Huang Sanjia uttered two ambiguous words: "Idiot!"

Zhou Yi, holding the blood-stained pancake, raised his hand again.

The movements were not fast, and even somewhat casual.

This simple action startled Xie Guanying, who instinctively turned to the side to dodge, while raising his arm to desperately protect his already disfigured face.

His movements were hasty, and he had lost all semblance of the majesty of a terrestrial deity.

It was in this moment of desperate defense that Xie Guanying finally clearly sensed the changes within his body—the vast true energy, as boundless as the sea of ​​stars, had vanished; the mysterious connection with breathing with heaven and earth had been severed; and the immense fortune, which was originally as clear and controllable as the palm of his hand, had dissipated without a trace, leaving only broken meridians and ethereal true energy surging wildly within his body.

Twenty years!

For twenty years, he meticulously planned and executed a scheme, even at the cost of bearing the infamy of murdering his own family!

All the hard work, all the sacrifices, all the ambitions—in this short moment, they were all sucked away by that merciless pie!

"You! You've shattered my luck!!" Xie Guanying was so angry he was almost going mad. His face was like a pig's head, his neck was red, and his bloodshot eyes were staring at Zhou Yi, who was right in front of him. Finally, he roared out in a hoarse voice, which was distorted by swelling and anger.

And the Book of Changes stood quietly before him, just inches away.

The moonlight outlined his unremarkable profile, and the blood-stained flatbread in his hand was more intimidating than any divine weapon at that moment.

Xie Guanying's raging anger was instantly cooled when he met those unfathomable, calm eyes, as if doused with ice water, leaving only a bone-chilling cold and—finally, belatedly, but too late, realization.

Even at such close range, he couldn't muster even the slightest thought of summoning the courage to use his remaining strength to fight back.

Fear had completely frozen his soul and will.

Even if he kept deceiving himself and finding it hard to believe, at this moment, how could he not understand what kind of being he was facing?!

To be able to so casually, almost childishly, "manipulate" a terrestrial deity, bringing them down from the clouds to the dust, crippling their cultivation, and dissipating their fortune, as if playing with a toy—

Who else could it be?!

A name that can silence everyone, dim all legends, and make every ambitious person tremble—a name that transcends the vastness of the land, the depths of the court, and the heights of the imperial court.

"You—you are—" Xie Guanying's voice trembled, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth and blood, filled with endless regret and lingering fear. He was truly filled with remorse. "—Number one in martial arts ranking, the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Tang—!"

But—this shouldn't be happening!

How is that possible?!

If it really is this person, how could his plan possibly succeed!

He should have died a horrible death the moment he made his move!

Xie Guanying roared wildly in his heart.

He claimed to have calculated everything without missing a single detail, and considered himself unparalleled in the art of divination.

Even the mysterious and unpredictable Huang Sanjia, who seemed to have the ability to "know the future," was, in his view, merely relying on some unknown secret methods or fortuitous encounters. In terms of the pure realm of "calculation," he might not be able to surpass him.

He had meticulously calculated the flow of the Nangong family's fortunes, pinpointed the optimal time for the absorption, anticipated potential obstacles and variables, and even prepared more than one escape route—

But no matter how much he calculated, even if he took into account all the known top masters and reclusive old monsters in the world, he could never have predicted that the nameless swordsman of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who had disappeared like a shooting star ten years ago, leaving only endless legends and the empty title of "Number One in the World," would actually transform into an unknown drunkard and spend ten years in a drunken stupor in the remote courtyard of the Nangong family!

He never imagined that he would have such a deep connection with his wife, who had already become a "sacrifice"!

If it were him—if only I had known it was him—

The immense shock and collapse of his understanding left Xie Guanying's mind in complete chaos.

"Why! Why didn't you save her back then?! With your abilities, saving her would have been a piece of cake!"

This was also the biggest question in the mind of the old patriarch of the Nangong family, who was struggling to prop himself up and staring intently at this side.

However, Zhou Yi's expression remained unchanged in the face of this blood-soaked roar.

He simply raised his hand and, with the edge of that hard flatbread, tapped Xie Guanying's swollen forehead lightly, "thump, thump."

The movement was subtle, yet it froze Xie Guanying completely, leaving him utterly terrified, fearing for his life at any moment. After all, the man before him was a true killing machine. Even the few fragments of information circulating about him were terrifying.

He simply raised his hand and, with the edge of that hard flatbread, tapped lightly on Xie Guanying's swollen forehead, "thump, thump."

The sound was deep and rhythmic, like an old monk striking a wooden fish, or like a craftsman hammering some kind of irregular, stubborn stone.

The movements appeared very light, even somewhat casual.

However, this seemingly casual "tapping" made Xie Guanying's whole body stiff as iron, and he even held his breath, not daring to move or dodge.

He could only stiffly maintain that pathetic posture, letting the hard, cold edge of the biscuit fall on him again and again.

The forehead is where one's most vulnerable point resides, and also symbolizes reason and the soul.

He had no doubt that if he showed even the slightest intention of resistance or dissatisfaction, what he would lose next time would be far more than just this ridiculous pie.

The man before you is a true, legendary, ruthless killer who regards even the most skilled as mere weeds!

The scattered, fragmented, yet terrifying rumors and accounts of his exploits in both the martial arts world and the imperial court were enough to silence countless people.

The mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and invincible power implied behind those few words terrified Xie Guanying more than any real threat at this moment.

He didn't even dare to beg for mercy, fearing that a single wrong word would bring about his death. He could only endure this humiliating yet intimidating "beating" like a puppet.

Then, Zhou Yi finally spoke, his voice calm: "You should thank her."

"Three kowtows and nine prostrations are not excessive."

She told me to mind my own business.

"She told me not to kill you."

"She thought I would help her and kill you."

What should I say about her?

"Not only is their taste in food incredibly poor, but their brains—seem to have some problems too?"

Zhou Yi's gaze fell on Xie Guanying's wide eyes, which were filled with shock, pain, and disbelief, as if asking a question, or stating a predetermined answer: "Is that so?"

!!!

A deep, guttural bang!

It slammed hard into Xie Guanying's face.

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