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"Shh, don't talk nonsense. The Battle of Oser was commanded by Lady Ningguang."

"I heard he's a top disciple of the Guhua School?"

"I remember he was responsible for protecting the Liyue Asuras during the Battle of Ocel, and he didn't participate in the battle. I didn't expect him to be so powerful!"

"He withstood Ba Che's attack just now; he might actually be able to defeat Ba Che!"

The jade shield protecting the Jade Pavilion gave everyone great confidence, and people looked at Han Fulai with hopeful eyes.

Ningguang glanced at Han Fulai in silence, and Han Fulai nodded at her.

Two days ago, in Yuehaiting's temporary office, Han Fulai had already discussed this plan with Ningguang. His participation in the battle was part of the plan—and also the riskiest part.

Ningguang's meaning was clear: Are you really going to do this?

Han Fulai gave her an affirmative answer.

"Be careful." Ningguang only said these four words.

Han Fulai turned to Shen He. Shen He had been standing silently beside him since earlier, watching the troublemaking Ba Che, lost in thought.

"Shen He," Han Fulai called out.

Shen He snapped out of his daze, looked at him, and said, "I'll go with you too..."

"No need," Han Fulai shook his head. "Don't forget our previous agreement."

Before ascending the Qunyu Pavilion, Han Fulai had made an agreement with Shen He that they should avoid taking action unless absolutely necessary.

"Lend me the 'Disaster Relief' for a while," Han Fulai said.

Shen He nodded silently, summoned the long spear, and handed it to Han Fulai.

Han Fulai gripped his spear, his immortal power flowing through him, and his aura shifted. With the blessing of the Yuandun realm, he seemed to become more composed and dignified, exuding the air of a grandmaster with profound wisdom and unwavering strength.

"Shen He, remember one thing." Han Fulai raised the Disaster Relief Spear in his hand.

"What?" Shen He asked, staring at Han Fulai.

"Killing is for the purpose of protecting life; cutting off karma is not the same as killing a person."

Han Fulai’s words seemed like a divine decree, causing the Calamity-Suppressing Spear to tremble suddenly, as if it were overjoyed, or as if it were reuniting with an old friend it hadn’t seen for many years.

The gun's body, originally a light blue, now shimmered with a faint glow, and a red light suddenly burst forth from its tip—the color of fresh blood.

As the Disaster Relief Spear changed, Han Fulai's aura also rose steadily, giving him a terrifying presence that made people afraid to look directly at him—a murderous and fierce aura that only those who had been through many battles possessed.

This was the result of Han Fulai reciting ancient poems all day yesterday while facing the disaster-relief gun. Han Fulai found these two lines of poetry in that book.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, when Gu Hua was still alive as a wandering knight, he lived in the outskirts of what is now Liyue Harbor, in the Tianheng Mountain area. At that time, the countryside where Gu Hua lived was as peaceful as a marketplace, and bandits and demons dared not make a move.

The heavy sword enshrined in Wangshan Hall, once used by Gu Hua, is called "Rain Cutter" by Gu Hua's disciples. However, in Gu Hua's time, that heavy sword was known as the "Beacon of the Underworld." Whether it was mountain bandits or demons and monsters, anyone who saw that heavy sword should be prepared to die.

This is peace that was fought for in a chaotic world!

This is the true meaning of "killing to protect life, cutting off karma, not killing people"—using killing to stop killing, killing is for the purpose of protection.

According to Zhongli, this chivalrous Gu Hua was fond of drinking and had a humorous personality. Zhongli had drunk with him many times, discussed martial arts, and became close friends.

Logically speaking, neither Zhongli nor Guhua are people who enjoy killing. However, Zhongli has the "appearance of boundless killing" and has earned the title of "Liyue Martial God". Guhua, on the other hand, has killed his way to peace in the countryside during the chaotic world.

Han Fulai immediately understood. Every Chinese person has sung a song with the lyrics: "When friends come, we have good wine; but if jackals come, we will greet them with hunting rifles."

He finally understood the true meaning of the message on the "Rain-Cutting" sword—"A knight-errant uses martial arts to break the law, a scholar uses literature to disrupt the law." —The path Gu Hua walked was the law.

In chaotic times, harsh measures are necessary! Gu Hua established the law amidst the chaos with his spear and sword!

He is the Dharma Master of Tianheng Mountain!

—Just like how Morax, the Liyue Valkyrie, later became the "God of Contracts" and made a contract that "those who break their promises shall be punished by eating rocks."

The law needs to be enforced by law enforcement agencies. If you want people to obey the law and abide by contracts, the first thing you need to do is to have control over violence!

Han Fulai used to think that Gu Hua was probably a "battle mage," but now he thinks it's true—the profession of legal consultant was originally called "mage" in ancient times.

Without laws, one creates laws with the sword and spear—it seems this fellow countryman, Gu Hua, managed to find employment by forcibly matching his profession to his skills during the chaotic times of Liyue.

Han Fulai now finally understands why he couldn't lift the "Rain-Cutting Sword" left behind by Gu Hua back in Wangshan Hall.

Because at that time he did not yet have the awareness to take up the "beacon of the underworld", he was not mentally prepared to drink the blood of the enemy with the sword in his hand, and he did not have the belief to carry out his own will even if it meant using violence.

—But now he has it. Behind the Jade Pavilion lies the lives of tens of thousands of people in Liyue Harbor.

To prevent such incidents from happening again in Liyue Harbor, and to fulfill Zhongli's entrustment, Ganyu's contract, and to save Shenhe... no matter how great the risks, he had to carry out this plan.

Han Fulai calmed his mind, let out a shout, and leaped into the air, instantly jumping out of the Qunyu Pavilion.

He pointed his spear diagonally, his figure like a shooting star, heading straight for the enemy's head.

Ba Che was driving the tsunami toward its target when it never expected anyone would dare attack it at this moment, especially one that seemed to be courting death by leaping from the sky into the sea. It only saw a flash of golden light before losing half of its vision.

Han Fulai, who was surrounded by the Jade Shield, stood proudly above Ba Che's head, and the Disaster Relief Spear in his hand pierced Ba Che's left eye without missing a beat!

Although he was originally unskilled in martial arts, with the blessing of immortal power and the Calamity-Suppressing Spear, his body seemed to be able to instinctively choose the most convenient angle to attack the enemy's vitals, which allowed him to complete this surprise attack.

If Xiao or any other skilled immortal had seized this opportunity during this perfect surprise attack, they would have already poured their immortal or elemental power into Ba Che's brain, shattering its skull.

But Han Fulai didn't do that—because he hadn't yet learned how to use his immortal power to attack enemies...

He had almost exhausted all his immortal power on the Jade Shield, and completed the attack entirely by relying on the power amplified by the Disaster Relief Spear and the sharpness of the spear itself. This was the limit of what he could do.

This was certainly a heavy blow to Ba Che, but it was not fatal.

Ba Che roared in pain, his massive head shaking wildly. Han Fulai lost his balance and was flung off Ba Che's head.

When Ba Che saw its enemy, who had stolen one of its eyes, flying in mid-air, it was naturally unwilling to let him go. It opened its huge mouth, condensed it into a water cannon, and shot it towards Han Fulai.

The water cannonball, brimming with resentment, struck Han Fulai squarely in mid-air, sending him flying dozens of meters until he crashed into a rock in the sea.

The jade shield that enveloped Han Fulai's body shattered.

Chapter 106 The Red Rope Breaks, the Gun Shoots Like a Meteor, Pointing Directly at the Raging Tide to Wash Away the Sea

Han Fulai's Jade Shield was maintained by the immortal power within his body. It was already close to its limit just protecting the Jade Pavilion in the lightning storm. The fact that he could fight Ba Che again was due to the amplification effect of the Disaster Relief Spear.

If it were the Rock King Emperor himself who activated the Jade Shield, it certainly wouldn't be so easily broken by Ba Che. But Han Fulai is currently just a cosplayer of the Rock King Emperor, and his knock-off Jade Shield is naturally not as effective as the genuine one used by the Rock King Emperor himself.

Even without being hit by Ba Che's water cannon, his jade shield probably wouldn't have lasted long, and now it's even more powerless to maintain its existence. As for the immortal power within his body, in Han Fulai's words, it's probably—don't squeeze it anymore, there's really not a single drop left.

The shattered jade shield not only belonged to Han Fulai himself, but also included the Qunyu Pavilion shield that he maintained with his immortal power.

As the golden light surrounding the Jade Pavilion faded, everyone on the pavilion saw a blue figure falling from the sky like a kite with a broken string, atop the rocky reefs on the sea.

Ningguang only felt the wind rushing past her ears, and the next second, only two deep footprints were left on the sturdy deck of Qunyu Pavilion.

Han Fulai lost consciousness for at least two seconds. When he felt something soft gently touch his cheek, he struggled to open his eyes and saw only a face on the verge of tears.

This was the first time he had ever seen Shen He display such a strong emotional fluctuation on his face.

Shen He flew past and caught Han Fulai as he fell from the sky.

In a different setting, Han Fulai would definitely want to savor the feeling of that soft, fragrant body pressed against his chest. After all, opportunities to be carried in a girl's arms like a princess are rare, especially when the person carrying him is a woman of unparalleled beauty like Shen He. But now is not the time to think about such romantic scenes.

Han Fulai closed his eyes again, trying to regulate his breathing—the weakened Jade Shield had not been able to completely counteract the shock of the water cannon and the impact of hitting the reef. Although Han Fulai was not a medical student, the smell of blood in his breath and the pain in his chest made him realize that his ribs were probably broken and his lungs were injured.

Shen He carried him to the ground smoothly, his hands not even trembling slightly, as if afraid of hurting him.

Han Fulai only felt his body touch the sand, while his head was supported by a hand against the rocks.

He forced his eyelids open a crack again and saw Shen He, who was completely different from usual. Shen He's eyes were filled with panic and self-blame, and his lips trembled as if he had a thousand words to say but couldn't utter a single one.

Han Fulai finally managed to regulate his breathing, raised his hand, grabbed Shen He's collar, and whispered:

“Walk... pull…”

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sweet taste in his throat, as if something was blocking his trachea, and he couldn't help but cough.

Spills flew out, and Shen He's borrowed Yuehaiting uniform was stained with blood.

Not only Shen He, but even Han Fulai himself was stunned.

From the very beginning, being knocked away by Ba Che was part of Han Fulai's plan. He knew there was a possibility of injury, but relying on the Jade Shield and his immortal power, he felt it was worth the risk. The Jade Shield in the game was practically invincible—but he never expected to be knocked to the point of vomiting blood by Ba Che's attack.

In the story, the Traveler took a direct hit from the Blazing Invader, but after resting, he was full of energy again, without even a scratch. How come he, who had put on a shield beforehand, was beaten to a pulp? The difference is too great!

The burning sensation in his throat involuntarily brought to mind a possibility he had considered but never truly believed... Was he really going to die here? The plan certainly carried significant risks, but the greatest risk wasn't in this step!

Shen He stared blankly at the bloodstains on her clothes, suddenly remembering the words spoken by the man she called "father" when she was six years old—"You were born with this fate! As long as you live, you will bring danger to those around you... It would be better to die like this and let her come back."

Her father's resolute figure kept flashing through her mind.

She closed her eyes.

The words her master had spoken to her before she left the mountain echoed in her ears once more: "Only when you have the idea of ​​using your power for others can you truly integrate into human society."

Now is the time, Master. I want to use my power for him. I don't care about integrating into human society; I just want him to live a good life.

Without further hesitation, Shen He stood up and faced the towering waves before him.

The tsunami was already approaching the Jade Pavilion, and also approaching the small reef below the Jade Pavilion where they were located.

Han Fulai watched helplessly as Shen He's back receded, and then as Shen He raised a hand...

She tore off the red string from her earring.

Then he resolutely walked towards the sea.

Snowflakes suddenly began to fall around Shen He.

The snowflakes were beautiful, reminding Han Fulai of a word—bittersweet.

"Hehehe, little girl, we meet again. Are you ready to become a sacrifice to the great god?" A sharp voice, like the scraping of metal, kept chattering in Shen He's head.

"Shut up. I need power," Shen He responded to the voice.

She stepped onto the sea with a blank expression.

With just one step, a thick layer of ice suddenly formed on the sea surface, and the sea surface within a radius of tens of meters around her toes was covered with frost.

Her eyes were like a stagnant pool, devoid of any ripples—only a single ice drop slid down from the corner of her eye, disappearing silently into the wind.

Shen He walked across the ice towards the towering waves that were sweeping in.

Then she stretched out a hand towards the giant wave and exhaled.

The sound disappeared in the wind.

But Ba Che, who was a hundred meters away, heard the shout—it was the killing intent of an ancient demon god.

The wind howled, swirling ice and snow, and the tsunami, which stretched for thousands of meters in radius, suddenly stopped.

They turned into ice sculptures.

Then they shattered and collapsed.

The red rope that had bound Shen He for over a decade shattered at that moment.

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Upon witnessing this scene, the Thousand Rock Army soldiers on the beach of Lonely Cloud Pavilion erupted in thunderous cheers, many embracing and leaping for joy. That seemingly devastating tsunami had been stopped by a white-haired woman with a single hand!

Keqing was the first to recover from the shock and remember what she needed to do.

She pointed her longsword at the enormous monstrous beast writhing on the sea and shouted, "Release it!"

The soldiers of the Thousand Rock Army were in high spirits. They accepted the order with a roar, adjusted their replica of the Returning Machine, and fired a volley of arrows.

Arrows rained down, striking Ba Che's body, seemingly bringing the equally shocked monster back to its senses.

Ba Che turned its massive body around, ignoring the Jade Pavilion in front of it and the long spear stuck in its left eye, and fled.

Its figure quickly disappeared into the huge whirlpool on the sea surface.

The sea breeze tousled Shen He's loose hair. The white-haired witch accelerated on the ice, then leaped high into the air and jumped into the whirlpool as well.

Only a single, icy blue eye of God remained on the ice, silently shimmering with fluorescence.

Chapter 107, Step Two: Using a series of failures to pave the way for the hero's victory.

Han Fulai lay on the ground for a while, and finally recovered some of his strength.

Weak from his injuries and lacking in immortal energy, and having even coughed up blood, Han Fulai truly believed he might die there. However, he quickly realized that if his injuries were truly fatal, Shen He wouldn't have left him lying there. Even if he didn't have time to take him to the doctor, he should have at least used some magic to help alleviate his injuries.

Shen He, after all, was a disciple of the Liyue Sages and possessed considerable combat experience, so he was certainly able to prioritize. Since Shen He considered defeating Bachche more important at the time, it meant that his injuries were not yet life-threatening.

Shen He himself also cultivates immortal techniques and possesses immortal power. Of course, he knows that people with immortal power are physically strong and not so easy to die.

Actually, this is because Han Fulai has too little combat experience and has never been injured. If Zhongli saw him like this, he would probably say, "Generally speaking, a broken bone won't kill you. You are coughing up blood because of a lung contusion. The immortal power I gave you can protect your heart meridian. You should be able to feel your physical condition improving now."