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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 2: [Jiuli Insect Valley]
Chapter 10 (37): [Taking the Spiritual Treasure]
(10th of Volume 2)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Faced with the crisis of life and death, Li Weiyi dared not hold back.
He draped the Ghost Banner over his shoulders, donned the Silver Silk Gloves, and gripped the Yellow Dragon Sword.
He couldn't worry about revealing his spiritual artifacts now.
Surviving this situation was all that mattered.
After a moment's thought, he covered his face.
Li Ling stood up and peered outside.
In a low voice, she said, "The two people on the street and in the backyard will definitely break in together. Our only chance of survival is if I can catch them off guard and wound them with my first move."
"If my first move fails, you must find an opportunity to escape on your own! Just promise me that if you survive, you'll tell my brother everything that happened tonight. They may be strong, but my brother could crush them with one hand."
Suddenly, Li Weiyi felt an odd sense of their fates being intertwined. His resentment toward her dissipated slightly, allowing him to calmly consider the credibility of her words.
Perhaps true friendship and emotional bonds could only be forged in the crucible of shared life-or-death struggles.
After a long moment of reflection, Li Weiyi still believed it was most likely she had come here to drag him down with her.
"What are you whispering about? Girl, you came to Burial Immortal Town in the middle of the night because you were hiding a wild man here," Yan Qingqing's voice called from outside.
"As expected of an Aberrant Humanoid, your nose is sharp enough to sniff out even a man's scent. Aunt, how well do you really know men?" Li Ling glared at Li Weiyi, as if to say, "See? I told you she wouldn't be fooled."
"Not only is this girl scheming, but her tongue is also venomous - a stark contrast to her sweet and obedient appearance," Li Weiyi thought to himself.
Yan Qingqing trembled with rage: "Prepare to attack!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
First, she drove three torches into the abandoned mansion, illuminating the darkness.
Fortunately, the mansion had been nearly stripped bare, leaving only earthen walls and roof tiles with no flammable materials.
Otherwise, if a fire had broken out, Li Ling's plan to catch her enemies off guard would have been rendered useless.
Yan Qingqing and Xing Wanxing charged into the room almost simultaneously, one in front of the other.
"Swish!"
Seven beams of light shot from Li Ling's forehead, twisting and curving with a sharp, fiery energy that sliced through the air.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Li Weiyi burst through the window with a loud boom.
"Swish! Swish..."
The Martial-Mystic Cultivators of the Earth Wolf King's Army waiting outside were fully prepared. Before Li Weiyi could even land, five or six arrows flew toward him.
Li Weiyi's wide Ghost Banner rolled up, catching all the arrows in his grasp before flinging them back. Muffled thuds and screams echoed in the darkness as two figures fell.
Before he could rush out of the backyard, two Four Spring Realm experts charged forward simultaneously.
One was an Aberrant Humanoid resembling a tiger, standing over three meters tall. His hands had transformed into razor-sharp tiger claws, his thick eyebrows merging with his hair. His palm strikes were heavy, stirring up a gale that filled the entire backyard.
The other wielded a crescent-shaped battle axe as large as a cartwheel. Weighing three hundred pounds.
The axe crashed down, sealing off Li Weiyi's escape route.
These martial masters possessed extraordinary combat awareness and skill.
Even against a Spiritual Mind Master like Li Ling at close range, they dared to fight together.
With no way to dodge, Li Weiyi first clashed palms with the tiger-like Aberrant Humanoid, sending him staggering backward through the backyard wall.
Then, he met the Four Spring expert's axe head-on with his sword, knocking the heavy weapon from his grasp. The expert's hands split open, blood gushing from his torn palms.
"Luckily, it's just two Second Spring Martial-Mystic Cultivators," Li Weiyi thought with relief.
[T/N: These two Martial-Mystic Cultivators were actually in the Four Spring Realm, but Li Weiyi didn't know; he simply thought they were in the Second Spring Realm because they appeared weak before him.!]
He kicked the Four Springs expert, whose battle axe had been knocked away, sending him flying. The sound of ribs breaking echoed in his chest as he vomited blood.
Bursting through the collapsed backyard wall, Li Weiyi swung his sword, cleaving the Four Spring Aberrant Humanoid in two with a single strike.
"Second Spring Aberrant Humanoids' defenses are indeed tougher. I couldn't split him in half with one blow. I wasn't as strong as him when I reached Second Spring!"
Before this, Li Weiyi had only fought two First Spring Aberrant Humanoids during Zhao Zhizhuo's rescue. Facing two Four Spring Martial-Mystic Cultivators simultaneously was overwhelming, forcing him to fight with everything he had.
His combat experience was limited, so he could only gauge his opponents' cultivation levels based on his own.
Seven or eight more Earth Wolf King's Army Martial-Mystic Cultivators charged at him head-on, each fierce and fearless.
Li Weiyi knew his cultivation was low, so he channeled his spiritual power into the Yellow Dragon Sword, unleashing his full strength.
Sword light and blood spray filled the air as cries of agony and despair pierced the night.
...
"BOOM!"
Behind him, a deafening explosion erupted.
The dilapidated (deserted) mansion, unable to withstand the fierce battle between the three powerhouses, collapsed, burying itself in a thick cloud of dust.
Li Ling, Yan Qingqing, and Xing Wanxing leaped from the ruins, their faces pale with shock as they saw the seven or eight corpses of Martial-Mystic Cultivators Li Weiyi had slain.
These were no ordinary opponents; they were at least Second Spring Martial-Mystic Cultivators, with even Four Springs powerhouse among them.
Li Weiyi glanced hurriedly and saw that all three were injured. Among them, Xing Wanxing, the short, stout man, was the most seriously injured, his body slashed by several horrifying wounds.
Li Ling wasn't better either, her face as pale as stone, the light mark between her eyebrows visibly dimmed, and her waist pierced by Yan Qingqing's soft sword, bleeding profusely.
Spiritual Mind Masters were at a severe disadvantage in close combat.
"No wonder you could become the man of the granddaughter of Cangli Clan Chief! You're not just a useless pretty boy after all. Let me test your strength!"
Xing Wanxing leaped forward like a toad, covering three or four dozen feet in a single bound, and slammed his palm down toward Li Weiyi. A wide wall of air formed in front of his hand. Compared to the palm strikes of the tiger-like Aberrant Humanoids, this was on a completely different level.
Li Weiyi was pouring Golden Crow Blood onto his Scripture Belt, preparing to flee, when he suddenly felt the world collapsing around him. A terrifying force, like a tidal wave, crashed down, threatening to crush him.
"Heaven-Turning Palm Seal."
Li Weiyi channeled all three of his Springs.
In particular, the Spring in his right palm, drawn by the palm technique, erupted violently, reaching its peak.
The Silver Silk Gloves flared with intense light.
With a single palm strike, the palm wind solidified to an extreme degree, as if a massive seal were pressing down.
Boom!
Utterly unable to withstand the force, Li Weiyi was sent flying backward, crashing through an earthen wall.
Xing Wanxing felt terrible. He sensed Li Weiyi's power burrowing into his body. His left arm grew numb and cold, and after landing, he stumbled back three steps.
Whoosh!
Li Weiyi burst from the collapsed wall, enveloped in the blood-red light of his Scripture Belt, and sprinted toward the Eastern District of Burial Immortal Town.
The Eastern District bordered the Shui River and the Dragon-Slaying Gorge Waterfall.
If things got desperate, he could leap over the waterfall, putting himself in a life-or-death situation.
"A Six-Spring Martial-Mystic Cultivator is truly terrifying. Even a casual strike is beyond my ability to resist. But why didn't I get injured? Did he suffer too many injuries, causing his combat strength to plummet? Or was he simply underestimating me, not using his full power?"
Li Weiyi estimated that Xing Wanxing's palm strike was at most comparable to a Four-Spring Martial-Mystic Cultivator's. With the Silver Silk Gloves as a spiritual artifact, he could naturally withstand it.
"So you're actually this strong. I knew the Netherlight Guide's sense of fortune and misfortune was always accurate."
Li Ling leaped across the rooftops, relentlessly pursuing Li Weiyi.
"Stop following me. We part ways here."
Li Weiyi cursed inwardly. With his Three Springs cultivation, he could handle the Earthwolf King's Army soldiers at the First or Second Spring level. But the ones chasing him were disciples of Shi Jiuzhai—one at the Six Springs level, the other at the Seventh.
If those two got serious, a single finger could crush him.
"It's a spiritual artifact! He's so fast!"
Xing Wanxing, chasing Li Weiyi across the rooftops, focused on the blood-red aura surrounding him. Realizing he couldn't catch up at his current speed, he channeled all his spiritual power and hurled the foot-long short sword in his hand.
Six Springs magical power imbued the sword with incredible speed.
"Watch out!"
Li Ling shouted out in warning, but it was too late. The short sword had already reached Li Weiyi's back.
The next moment, a scene unfolded that left the three pursuers dumbfounded.
Li Weiyi, who had been fleeing at top speed, spun around like lightning. His hand moved like a phantom, catching the flying short sword by the hilt and retrieving it.
As he turned to continue his escape, he hurled the short sword back at Xing Wanxing.
Terrified, Xing Wanxing dodged, tumbling off the roof. The sword sliced a long gash through his pants, leaving his thigh exposed to the cold air.
It didn't kill him, but it nearly cost him his life (his manhood).
Xing Wanxing had never witnessed such a masterful display of weapon snatching. Cold sweat poured down his forehead. How high must the other man's cultivation be?
But...
Why was he running away?
Li Ling was also stunned by Li Weiyi's move. She chided him, "You shouldn't have been hiding your strength! If we had joined forces earlier, we might have been able to kill them all."
Li Weiyi had used the "Spirit Treasure Seizing Technique," one of the Twelve Dispersed Techniques of the Chan Sect.
In his opinion, it was only with the Scripture Belt's boost to his speed that he had succeeded in seizing the weapon. Otherwise, how could a mortal at the Three Springs level possibly seize a weapon from a Six Springs expert? It was utterly absurd.
Li Weiyi found spiritual artifacts incredibly useful, allowing mortals like him to unleash combat power far beyond their cultivation level. No wonder Zhao Zhizhuo had warned him so solemnly about them.
The Scripture Belt was undoubtedly of a higher grade than the Silver Silk Gloves.
Yan Qingqing fixed her gaze on the mysterious figure below, shrouded in a black flag and with his face completely concealed. His cultivation was unfathomable, possibly even more formidable than Li Ling's.
More importantly, this mysterious man had also learned their secret. He had to be silenced.
She retrieved a handful of Flying Needles, channeling her spiritual power into her fingertips. With a graceful sweep of her fragrant sleeve, nearly a hundred needles silently shot toward Li Weiyi.
Sensing the danger, Li Weiyi had no time to dodge. He could only raise the Ghost Banner draped over his shoulders, pouring his spiritual power into it.
"Whoosh!"
Dense, black Nether Mist surged from the Ghost Banner.
All the Flying Needles fell harmlessly to the ground.
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END OF CHAPTER
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