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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 5: [Seeking Immortality in the Eastern Sea]
Volume 5 (Pinyin): [Dong Hai xun xian]
Chapter 94 (531): [A Whistle]
(94th of Volume 5)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Li Weiyi landed on the ground and slashed his sword diagonally, aiming for the battle corpse's neck.
The armor plates around its neck exploded outward with a series of bangs, and the sword sank an inch deep into the flesh.
The Yellow Dragon Sword's power to dispel evil manifested itself.
The wound sizzled as flesh burned, emitting a hissing sound.
The battle corpse roared in agony and swung its sword at Li Weiyi.
Despite its formidable combat strength and defense, the battle corpse remained a mindless puppet.
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi's figure shifted, appearing before the battle corpse in an instant.
He thrust his sword into its chest, piercing through the crimson talismans and the Qi Sea within its lungs.
Massive amounts of green flames erupted from the Qi Sea.
'Is this karmic fire?'
Li Weiyi recalled the explanations of karmic fire he had encountered while cultivating the Sixfold Samsara Burning Karma Technique.
When a living being dies with overwhelming resentment, karmic force is born within its body.
After transforming into a Corpse Spirit, igniting this karmic force creates karmic fire.
Some Demonic Path experts would capture large numbers of living beings, torturing them relentlessly to cultivate karmic force before killing them to harvest the karmic fire.
It was clear that this battle corpse had endured unimaginable torment in its past life, its overwhelming resentment giving rise to the vast quantity of karmic fire within its body.
Li Weiyi retrieved the Evil Camel Bell and collected all the karmic fire, intending to use it to cultivate the fourth layer of the Sixfold Samsara Burning Karma Technique, "Vajra's Wrathful Gaze."
As the karmic fire drained completely from the battle corpse's five Qi Seas, its power rapidly diminished, leaving it utterly defenseless.
Li Weiyi yanked the Yellow Dragon Sword from the corpse's chest, sending the battle corpse flying from the ground.
With a sickening crack, the golden bone in its chest shattered, and its internal organs ruptured.
The crimson talismanic runes etched across its chest were completely destroyed.
The battle corpse lay motionless on the ground.
Li Weiyi claimed the Thousand-Inscriptions Spiritual Sword from its grasp and tossed it into his Boundary Pouch.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted as he spotted a small Spiritual Artifact in the pool of corpse blood.
It looked strangely familiar.
Li Weiyi picked it up and wiped it clean. "A Whistle?"
He recalled seeing Liu Ye use a Spirit Whistle to communicate with the Sentinel Spirit Army beneath the East Sea.
"Could this corpse have been a Sentinel Spirit in life?"
Li Weiyi pondered the possibility.
The Spirit Whistle had flown out of the corpse's stomach when he pierced its chest with his sword.
This suggested the corpse had swallowed the whistle before death.
But why?
Hidden in the Ancestral Field or Wind Mansion, it would have been discovered long ago.
Swallowing it into his stomach was the only way to preserve it.
Li Weiyi examined the Spirit Whistle thoroughly, channeling Spiritual Qi into it.
There were no abnormalities.
After a moment's deliberation, Li Weiyi finally slit his wrist and dripped blood onto the battle corpse's head, performing the Blood-Awakening Corpse technique in hopes of communicating with the corpse and uncovering the truth.
Elder Qin and Liu Ye were both serving in the Sentinel Spirit Army.
Moreover, Tang Zhan and other former comrades from the Lingxiao Life Realm might have joined the ranks as well.
Only by uncovering the truth could Li Weiyi find peace of mind.
"Whoosh!"
The battle corpse abruptly sat up, its consciousness hazy, its gaze drifting aimlessly.
Li Weiyi, having transformed into Elder Qin's appearance, stood several zhang away, maintaining a safe distance.
He asked in a deep voice, "Tell me what happened. Why did you swallow the Spirit Whistle?"
"Why... why..." the battle corpse mumbled repeatedly, its words slurred and incoherent.
As if recognizing Elder Qin's form, it struggled to rise, its voice trembling, "Elder Qin, save me... They skinned me alive! The Tai Yin Sect has come!"
Li Weiyi's heart jolted.
This person knew Elder Qin - he must have been a Sentinel Spirit from the Cave Void Camp.
He sighed, "You're already dead. I can't save you. Tell me, who are you? What happened?"
"Dead... I'm already dead..."
The battle corpse slumped back, gazing at its arms and legs with profound sorrow.
It murmured listlessly, its voice fading to a whisper, "The great upheaval in the East Sea... The Tai Yin Sect seeks to overthrow the Cave Void (Dongxu) Camp, to blind the world... My skin... I'm dead... I'm truly dead..."
The battle corpse's body went limp, collapsing backward.
Li Weiyi rushed forward, pressing his questions again, "What does the upheaval in the East Sea have to do with overthrowing the Cave Void (Dongxu) Camp? What do you mean by 'blind the world'?"
Seeing the battle corpse fall silent, Li Weiyi quickly sliced his wrist again, continuing to drip blood.
But this time, no matter how much blood he dripped, it only managed to rouse the corpse.
The battle corpse couldn't answer any of Li Weiyi's questions; its consciousness had completely faded.
"Master, you're losing so much blood," Yu'er said worriedly.
"It's fine. I can replenish it later."
Recognizing the danger of lingering, Li Weiyi carefully stowed the Spirit Whistle, then stored the battle corpse in a Boundary Pouch.
After retrieving the Prefectural Governor's Official Seal, Li Weiyi gazed westward, lost in thought and hesitation.
Yu'er whispered, "Master, do you think Uncle Lu escaped?"
"Of course!" Li Weiyi replied, "He's a Giant of the Immortal Realm from Thousand Mile Mountain, richer than a nation. He must have countless life-saving measures."
"Then why do you look so worried?" Yu'er asked.
If Luo Pingdan and Xie Wumian had come to assassinate Lu Jingshen, they must have considered his trump cards and prepared countermeasures.
If Lu Jingshen were a heartless man, Li Weiyi could have walked away without a second thought.
But this man had not only welcomed a stranger like him aboard his ship and treated him warmly, but had also offered assistance when he needed it most.
Moreover, in their most perilous moment, Lu Jingshen hadn't schemed against him.
Instead, he had deliberately drawn the enemies away, pointing Li Weiyi toward the Lingxiao Life Realm.
Even though these enemies had come to kill Lu Jingshen, and Li Weiyi had no personal stake in the matter.
But in this world, beyond cold calculations of profit and loss, there should still be room for right and wrong, for loyalty and compassion.
Li Weiyi pulled out the Ten Thousand Mile Divine Travel Talisman given to him by Zuoqiu Ran.
Then, steeling his resolve, he suppressed his aura and began sprinting westward.
"Let's chase in that direction. If we meet him, it's fate. If we don't... that's fate too. The gap between my cultivation and theirs is too vast. This is all I can do."
Yu'er's slender arms wrapped around Li Weiyi's neck, her cheek pressed gently against his nape.
Her face glowed with adoration and the joy of her hopes coming to fruition.
She whispered in his ear, "Master, even though you like to deceive people, you're still loyal and responsible. Uncle Lu is truly a good person; we can't abandon him. Master, your willingness to go means you're confident in your ability to survive, right? I trust your judgment more than anyone else's."
Li Weiyi felt the warm, soft breath behind his ear, but his gaze remained vigilant, scanning their surroundings.
He paid it no mind.
He fully extended his senses, dispatching Seventh Phoenix and Five Phoenix to scout ahead.
"I don't like deceiving people!" he retorted, "If I ever do, it's out of necessity - to protect myself and others. I would never deceive maliciously. My cultivation hasn't reached the point where I can be completely honest with everyone."
"Alright, alright, Master. You're the coolest today. Whatever you say is right," Yu'er replied.
"What about your strange strength? Will it actually be useful?" Li Weiyi asked.
"I wasn't using my full power before. Give me that stone again, and I'll try again later. This time, I swear I won't hold us back!" Yu'er held up three fingers and waved them in front of him.
"Where did you learn such nonsense? You swear to the heavens," Li Weiyi corrected.
"Okay, I swear to the heavens."
She raised her arm above her head.
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Nine hundred miles from the White Bone Warship:
"Boom!"
Lu Jingshen's long hair flew wildly as Luo Pingdan shattered his protective Talisman Light with a swing of his Spiritual Staff.
Lu Jingshen was sent hurtling through the air, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The crimson bronze staff struck Lu Jingshen's Boundary Pouch at his waist.
The pouch burst open, and the dozens of armored warriors and maidservants stored within, despite their Dao Seed Realm cultivation, were instantly devoured by Spatial Power.
Their bodies exploded into fragments of flesh and bone, vanishing silently into the void without even a scream.
Lu Jingshen crashed heavily to the ground, leaving a deep crater. His hip bones shattered, and he let out a low, mournful groan.
His body and spirit were both wracked with agony.
He regretted storing them in the Boundary Pouch.
Had they scattered and attempted to break through individually, some might have escaped.
Crippled by the strike, Lu Jingshen could no longer stand, and even gathering his Spiritual Qi became impossible.
Luo Pingdan, a Holy Spiritual Master and Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator, approached Lu Jingshen cautiously, step by step.
Unsure if his opponent still had hidden tricks, he maintained his distance.
"Those are dozens of Dao Seed Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators," he said, "enough to create dozens of powerful battle corpses. I didn't want to destroy the Boundary Pouch and fail my mission. My apologies."
Without another word, Luo Pingdan swung his Spiritual Staff, unleashing a brilliant blade of condensed Spiritual Light that shot toward his target's neck.
He intended to sever the head and return with it as proof of his mission's success.
"Whoosh!"
A Thousand-Inscriptions Spiritual Sword pierced through the Ghost-Faced Owl's dark clouds that shrouded the area, shattering the Spiritual Light blade and embedding itself deeply into the mud at Luo Pingdan's feet.
Luo Pingdan's gaze fell upon the familiar sword hilt, his eyes darkening as he realized his battle corpses had been destroyed.
"Aooo!"
A white mist Dragon Soul descended from above, its razor-sharp claws extended, radiating the faint but undeniable aura of the Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor.
"Bold move," Luo Pingdan remarked, "It seems you truly possess remarkable skill."
He knew the Holy Spiritual Master who had fled in the opposite direction had returned.
Suddenly, a sharp sense of danger washed over him.
A searing pain shot through his neck as a claw from a strange insect, which had materialized out of nowhere, slashed across his throat.
"Boom!"
Spirit Light Flame erupted from his body, blasting the Seventh Phoenix, his would-be assassin, away.
Luo Pingdan's calm expression abruptly shifted.
His opponent was too cunning, first using the battle corpse's sword and the Heavenly Emperor's Dragon Soul overhead to distract him and intimidate his spirit.
Then, he dispatched a Strange Insect for a close-range ambush.
Had Luo Pingdan been merely a Holy Spiritual Master with insufficient physical defenses, the Strange Insect might have already severed his head.
Both the Dragon Soul and the Strange Insect were formidable tactics, revealing his opponent to be a powerful Holy Spiritual Master.
Luo Pingdan swung his Spiritual Staff, striking upward at the Dragon Soul.
Dividing his focus, he caught a glimpse of a Spiritual Light chain emerging from the Yin Mist, coiling around Lu Jingshen to drag him away.
"Whoosh!"
From Luo Pingdan's brow center spirit realm erupted scorching Spirit Light Flames, coalescing into seventy-two sword-wielding knights.
They transformed into a fiery whirlwind and charged toward Lu Jingshen.
Li Weiyi materialized with lightning speed, appearing gracefully beside Lu Jingshen.
His eyes met Luo Pingdan's, and his Martial-Mystic Intent merged, activating Karmic Fire Transformation.
With both palms thrust forward, Li Weiyi unleashed a Golden Crow, its body stretching dozens of meters long.
"Rumble!"
A piercing cry echoed through the battlefield.
The Golden Crow spread its fiery wings and clashed with the seventy-two knights, instantly engulfing the entire area in a sea of flames.
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END OF CHAPTER
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