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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 5: [Seeking Immortality in the Eastern Sea]
Volume 5 (Pinyin): [Dong Hai xun xian]
Chapter 92 (529): [The Taiyin Sect]
(92nd of Volume 5)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Yu'er didn't look at Ning Xuan, her gaze fixed intently on Li Weiyi.
"Come in," Li Weiyi said, turning back into the room.
He resumed studying a scroll related to the Heavenly Sword Talisman, picking it up from the table.
On the table beside him lay golden talisman paper crafted from Transcendent bone, along with ink made from rare and precious materials.
As an Eight-Star Spiritual Master, Li Weiyi had been able to create the Heavenly Sword Talisman only with the help of his Spirit Tablet Master.
After their journey to the East Sea, only one talisman remained.
Now that he had reached the Nine-Star Spiritual Master Realm, his Psychic Power cultivation had advanced significantly.
Naturally, he wanted to craft talismans independently.
If he could produce a batch of Heavenly Sword Talismans - even if he could only command a hundred swords, or even just ten - it would greatly bolster his confidence.
Yu'er closed the door quietly and lay down on the bed to sleep, pulling the covers over herself without disturbing Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi's ears twitched as he noticed her rhythmic breathing, which was unmistakably the Jade Void Breathing Technique.
He frowned, 'She really did steal it, and she's using it so openly.'
Time passed unnoticed.
Yu'er was jolted awake by the frantic footsteps and shouts echoing through the ship.
Her eyes had barely opened when Li Weiyi scooped her up and carried her on his back.
"What's wrong, Master?" she asked groggily, still half-asleep.
"Something's happened! Do you still have your strange strength?"
Li Weiyi had already donned his Governor's Official Robe and affixed a Divine Swiftness Talisman to the inside of his lapel, his expression solemn.
Merchant caravans from Thousand Mile Mountain rarely encountered trouble in the Nether Realm of the Dead.
But if attacked, the enemy would undoubtedly be formidable.
"I think so," Yu'er replied.
Li Weiyi pressed the Prefectural Governor's Official Seal into her hand, summoned the Yellow Dragon Sword, and strode out the door.
"Listen to my commands. Throw whoever I tell you to throw. Don't throw anyone unless I say so."
"Miss Ning Xuan, what's happening?"
Ning Xuan, clad in jade armor and gripping her sword, stared into the swirling gray Yin Mist.
"We don't know the exact situation yet. Normally, we maintain good relations with the Dead Spirit Monarchs along this route..."
"Boom!"
A massive black whirlwind erupted from the Yin Mist, slamming into the White Bone Warship's Defensive Formation, sending ripples through the barrier.
The warship shuddered violently.
Li Weiyi activated his Heavenly Eye to observe.
He discovered that the black whirlwind was composed of countless Ferocious Souls - men, women, and children - their combined laughter and wails sending chills down his spine.
The warship and the merchant caravan behind it had come to a halt.
An Zhiruo, the cultivator with the highest cultivation level, stood atop the warship, his aura radiating outward as he activated a Jade Ruyi Spiritual Artifact.
He continuously shattered the incoming black wind vortexes.
The Ferocious Souls exploded in waves, transforming into Yin Mist.
Lu Jingshen stood at the ship's prow, cupping his fist toward the darkness.
"I am Lu Jingshen of the Lu Clan of Thousand Mile Mountain. We are passing through your esteemed territory. I implore the Ghost Marquis and Ghost Lord to grant us passage. The Lu Clan offers a chest of supreme-grade Blood Crystals as tribute."
A youthful laugh echoed from the distance, growing closer.
"A mere chest of Blood Crystals? I want them all."
"Boom! Boom!"
From beneath the ground, a silver sand river surged forth, overturning dozens of smuggling coffins behind the warship before rushing beneath the White Bone Warship.
The silver sand river stretched for miles, shimmering brightly, appearing both real and as if it were merely reflecting the ground into a silvery hue.
As the smuggling coffins were overturned, each one revealed a Martial-Mystic Cultivator in suspended animation.
They tumbled out, awakening from their feigned death.
When An Zhiruo saw the silver sand river on the ground, his expression changed drastically.
"Choushi Yinsha, Xie Wumian, the Chou Envoy under Chu Yutian, True Disciple of the Tai Yin Sect!"
"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!"
Lu Jingshen's face darkened.
He immediately stowed the chest of Blood Crystals into his Boundary Pouch. The armored bracelet on his wrist emitted a white glow, transforming into a Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact Armor that enveloped his entire body.
From the Ancestral Field, a two-handed sword flew out.
"Gah-gah!"
A high-pitched rooster's crow was followed by another voice, rising from the direction of the swirling black wind: "The Lu Clan of Thousand Mile Mountain's reputation may hold sway elsewhere, but today, we've come specifically for you, Lu Jingshen."
Li Weiyi activated his Heavenly Eye, peering toward the source of the voice.
Ten miles away, atop a small hill, he saw a figure seated on the back of a rooster.
The figure appeared young and hairless, his scalp etched with ancient patterns. He wielded a crimson bronze spiritual staff, one end sharpened like a spear, the other resembling a gnarled tree root, with two copper bells hanging from it.
The rooster beneath him was magnificent, its feathers gleaming, standing over four meters tall, its fiery red comb blazing like flames.
Hundreds of Ghost-Faced Owls circled overhead, their harsh cries filling the air.
"The rooster crows at Yin Hour, Luo Pingdan."
Lu Jingshen's heart sank. Dealing with one Chou Envoy had already been difficult enough; now a Yin Envoy had arrived.
Sensing he was being watched, Yin Envoy Luo Pingdan's gaze pierced through the ten miles, locking onto Li Weiyi, who was using his Heavenly Eye.
A surge of overwhelming psychic power erupted from his eyes, coalescing into a towering tidal wave that crashed toward Li Weiyi.
Sensing the imminent danger, Li Weiyi immediately deactivated his Heavenly Eye and summoned the Fusang Divine Tree Light Shadow to defend himself.
"Boom!"
The Fusang Divine Tree shook violently, disintegrating and shattering, simultaneously dispelling Luo Pingdan's Psychic power attack.
Ten miles away, Luo Pingdan let out a soft "hmm."
The intelligence reports hadn't mentioned a psychic power expert among the merchant caravan.
With his mastery of Psychic power, his Soul-Shattering Killing Psychic Technique should have been unstoppable by a Nine-Star Spiritual Master.
Could this be a Holy Spirit Master?
He didn't realize that Li Weiyi wasn't an ordinary Nine-Star Spiritual Master, which was why he had managed to withstand and dispel the attack.
Li Weiyi grabbed Ning Xuan and instantly teleported away, concealing themselves to deny Luo Pingdan another opportunity to launch a precise psychic attack.
"Incredible power! He must be a Holy Spirit Master. Even the Fusang Divine Tree Light Shadow could only block it for a moment," Li Weiyi murmured, glancing at Yu'er, who was clinging tightly to the Prefectural Governor's Official Seal on his back.
He secretly regretted that Luo Pingdan's psychic power attack hadn't struck her.
Ning Xuan, who had been caught in the residual shockwave of Luo Pingdan's psychic attack, her face pale for a long moment before regaining color, trembled as she spoke.
"The Tai Yin Sect is infamous for leaving no survivors. There's no room for negotiation. Immortal Lord, we have no choice but to fight."
"Boom! Boom!"
Below, the miles-long silver sand river surged forward again, overturning dozens more smuggling coffins, its laughter echoing incessantly.
An Zhiruo seized the opportunity, manipulating the Jade Ruyi to strike the ground, targeting the silver sand river.
The silver sand river rapidly coalesced, solidifying into a towering Silver Pure Immortal Physique nearly two meters tall. Its silver hair cascaded to the ground as it wielded a silver shield, blocking the Jade Ruyi's strike.
This was the Chou Envoy, Xie Wumian.
"Boom!"
A brilliant wave of energy erupted from the shield, radiating outward for miles in the darkness.
The ground beneath Xie Wumian shattered, dust billowing as fissures dozens of meters long tore through the earth.
Though many of the stowaways possessed Dao Seed Realm cultivation, they were instantly hurled away by the shockwave from the battle between these two Immortal Realm Giants.
Only their distance from the epicenter saved them from immediate death.
Li Weiyi, now well-versed in such matters, recognized that both An Zhiruo and Xie Wumian possessed terrifyingly deep cultivation, far beyond the First Realm of the Immortal Realm.
Yet even within the Second Realm, there were vast differences in combat prowess.
The First Realm was the Second Realm on the day of breakthrough, but so was the Second Realm after decades of cultivation.
Xie Wumian used his shield to deflect the Jade Ruyi, sending it flying.
Then, the shield spun from his hand, transforming into a massive vortex of energy that slammed into the White Bone Warship's Defensive Formation.
"Boom!"
The White Bone Warship, over thirty zhang long, was struck with such force that it rolled like a small mountain. Internal structures shattered, and various instruments crashed to the deck.
Armored soldiers lost their footing, tumbling into a chaotic heap.
An Zhiruo had already leaped from the warship, descending like a meteor as he unleashed a Dao Technique palm seal.
Ten zhang above the ground, the earth had already begun to buckle under the immense pressure, leaving a hundred-meter-long palm-shaped crater.
"Not good!"
An Zhiruo's expression twisted as he realized Xie Wumian had used a strange movement technique to escape the center of the palm seal, vanishing without a trace.
"Boom!"
Xie Wumian's afterimage materialized beside An Zhiruo, and a palm blade struck him, sending him flying to crash heavily into the ground.
An Zhiruo knelt, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't believe that after two centuries of cultivation, he was so vastly outmatched by a junior member of the Tai Yin Sect.
Xie Wumian hovered in the air, retrieving his shield.
He glared coldly at An Zhiruo: "All must die. Only the Tai Yin endures eternally."
"Whoosh!"
He dove toward the ground, transforming into a river of silver sand that vanished into the distance.
The White Bone Warship's attack Formation activated the next moment.
A bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, streaking past the spot where Xie Wumian had stood, illuminating the heavens and earth.
Everything had gone according to Xie Wumian's calculations.
The Formations of Thousand Mile Mountain stood no chance against him.
From the darkness, countless Corpse Spirits surged from the ground.
Above, a sky-darkening swarm of Ferocious Souls and Ghost-Faced Owls descended.
Some charged toward the smuggled coffins, while others attacked the White Bone Warship's Defensive Formation.
"Swoosh."
Silver rain poured from the heavens, penetrating even the Defensive Formation and drenching the White Bone Warship.
The moment this silver rain touched skin, it burrowed into flesh and merged with blood.
Armored warriors and maids screamed in agony, as if being subjected to the Lingchi punishment (sliced to death).
Gradually, their screams faded, their pupils turned silver, and their bodies grew cold and rigid.
They rose stiffly to their feet.
As distant bells chimed and roosters crowed, they howled like vengeful ghosts, rampaging across the warship, attacking both the Formations and any survivors untouched by the silver rain.
Li Weiyi immediately rushed to the Formation Hub at the ship's bow, unleashing his Nianli (Psychic Power) Spiritual Light to seize control.
With a flick of his sleeve, a massive wave of Spiritual Qi surged forth, sweeping all Martial-Mystic Cultivators who had breached the Formation Platform overboard.
"It's the Silver Rain Corpse Poison from the Silver Marsh Corpse Sea! The enemy's attack is overwhelming and well-prepared - we can't hold them back. They're after me. Patriarch Li, seize this opportunity and flee!"
Lu Jingshen arrived at the bow, his war blade dripping with silver-tinged blood.
He had fought his way through the chaos, already slaughtering many of his own subordinates.
"Awooo!"
Behind the White Bone Warship, over two hundred stowaways emerged from their coffins, exposed to the rain.
All of them were drenched in Silver Rain Corpse Poison, their mouths emitting incessant howls.
They were indistinguishable from the Corpse Spirits that had crawled out of the Silver Marsh Corpse Sea.
Luo Pingdan calmly dismounted from the rooster's back and activated his Psychic Technique, covering a mile with each step.
After nine strides, he stood a mile away from the warship.
He shook two copper bells, channeling his Nianli (Psychic Power) Spiritual Light onto all the corpse-transformed Martial-Mystic Cultivators.
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