Chapter 67: Chapter 66: Gentlemen! Are you willing to help me?
Fifty miles outside Cyan Mountain Village, in a temple.
The monk Xuán Qīngzǐ stood at the temple door, gazing into the distant horizon.
In that extremely remote place, scorching light exploded, terrifying auras radiating in all directions.
"Has it begun..."
Xuán Qīngzǐ murmured softly, showing no surprise in his expression.
He knew that disaster would befall Su Changqing and others on their journey.
But what he hadn’t expected was the sheer peril of the disaster.
Even separated by a great distance, he could still sense that chilling aura.
"Even a Peak of Quasi-Emperor has made a move..."
Xuán Qīngzǐ frowned, uncertain whether Su Changqing and the others would return safely.
Yet just as he worried, from the depths of the distant firmament, a brilliant divine golden light pierced through the heavens.
"That is..."
His gaze fixed sharply, but before he could investigate further, a golden glow flashed across a bluestone near the temple door.
His expression changed as he turned to look, finding on the bluestone the divination charm symbol Su Changqing had left upon leaving.
Xuán Qīngzǐ’s face morphed briefly, and three ancient copper coins appeared in his hand.
With his fingers forming seals repeatedly, the charm on the bluestone transformed and struck the copper coins.
Cling clang.
A crisp sound echoed as they hit the ground. Xuán Qīngzǐ looked down, his eyes suddenly glowing brightly,
"Even the Quasi-Emperor made a move, yet the outcome was..."
"An omen of great fortune!"
...
At the border of the Southern and Western Regions.
Thundering echoes roared across the heavens, the firmament shattered, and the earth sank as countless mountain ranges were swept into abysses.
Three figures, like gods and demons, stood deep in the firmament, their fierce battle making the heavens weep.
Suddenly, a massive, ink-black spear, its surface filled with Dao patterns, expanded to ten thousand feet wide, sweeping across!
Boom!
Two figures instantly crashed onto the earth like meteors, creating a bottomless pit.
"Pugh!"
Both spat large mouthfuls of blood, rising skyward again, looking solemnly and fearfully at the man like a god or demon across from them.
"Kashyapa, do you think with Celestial Martial backing you, you can act recklessly in my Southern Region?"
Su Nan held the Emperor’s Weapon: Great Cyan Spear, looking at the two opponents with a sneer,
"Who gave you the courage to act against my Su family?"
"Are you tired of living?"
The aura of a Peak of Quasi-Emperor billowed skyward, Emperor’s Weapon: Great Cyan Spear swung across the sky.
Kashyapa and Zhao Shanke retreated and retreated, not daring to touch its sharp edge.
"What does your Western Region intend? You dare touch the people of the Su family?"
Zhao Shanke, hearing this, looked in fear at Kashyapa beside him.
Kashyapa had asked him here merely to hold off Su Nan for a moment, not mentioning touching Su family members.
He’d thought it a simple task, perhaps an opportunity to vent anger for Wu Jiuling’s recent departure.
But fate had Su Nan grow even stronger, he and Kashyapa together were being defeated by Su Nan alone.
If the Su family members were harmed, with Su Nan’s mad nature, wouldn’t he tear apart the Celestial Martial Sect?
Kashyapa clasped his hands together, not answering, but, bleeding from the mouth, looked at Su Nan and said,
"Su Nan, indeed neither I nor Celestial Martial can defeat you, but you can’t kill us either."
"Why not negotiate peace now; when Fan Yin returns, we’ll leave on our own and visit to apologize another day."
Kashyapa had assumed these words would disturb Su Nan.
But who would’ve thought that Su Nan simply laughed nonchalantly, looking at Kashyapa deeply,
"Do you think Fan Yin can return alive?"
Kashyapa’s face suddenly changed dramatically.
But before he could ask anything, Zhao Shanke and Su Nan both shifted their expressions slightly, looking into the distant sky.
Though Forbidden Abyss was far from this place, with their cultivation they could still sense a unique aura shielding the heavens.
"That is..."
The trio sensed for a moment, upon perceiving that regal, noble ripple, their pupils constricted sharply,
"Sword Intent of the Emperor!"
...
Forbidden Abyss, at the entrance.
In the calm sky above, the space suddenly split open, two figures stepping out, an immense righteous aura enveloping the firmament here.
"Teacher, is Chang Qing okay?"
Shu Han looked towards the terrifying fluctuations in the depths of the forbidden abyss, asking nervously.
"No worries, the protective imprint I left has not been activated."
Li Qingchen’s expression was calm as he glanced at the depths of the sky, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
After Chang Qing left, he and Shu Han had also departed.
Unexpectedly, just halfway, Su Nan sent a message saying Chang Qing was in danger.
Without time to think more, he shattered the void all the way and finally arrived just in time.
"Buddhism, very well."
Li Qingchen smiled expressionlessly and walked towards the abyss.
Seeing this, Shu Han’s heart trembled, knowing that his teacher was truly angry.
The teacher had high hopes for Chang Qing, even teaching him tirelessly for two years.
Now, having just graduated, with his path of cultivation yet to begin, he encounters an attack from Buddhism, with a quasi-emperor personally taking action, bullying the young.
It’s conceivable that this scholarly person, with an already poor temperament, had moved to great anger.
Without a word along the way, Li Qingchen, filled with a sense of oppression, headed straight for the depths of the forbidden abyss.
Meanwhile, within the forbidden abyss relics.
The entire body of Fu Bo was covered in blood, pathetically fending off the Great Saint Arhat opposite.
His expression was full of anger, shouting,
"Despicable!"
Both were Great Saints, and Fu Bo was even slightly stronger, but the Arhat refused to fight him.
Every strike aimed directly at Su Changqing, each move a killing technique, without facing Fu Bo head-on.
This left Fu Bo, tasked with protecting Su Changqing, struggling to defend with no chance to counterattack, only able to defend passively.
By now, if not for Fu Bo’s desperate protection, Su Changqing would have been affected long ago.
But even so, he couldn’t hold on for much longer; Fu Bo was already seriously injured.
"Die!"
The killing intent appeared in the eyes of the Buddhist Arhat, and the overwhelming Buddhist light condensed into the svastika.
Boom!
The enormous seal, blocking out the sky, fell forcefully towards Su Changqing, shaking the void, and causing the earth to sink.
Fu Bo’s pupils constricted; without time for more thought, he heavily stomped on the sky, causing it to shatter as his body stood in front of Su Changqing.
"Pfft!"
The sky-covering seal fell, Fu Bo’s face turned pale as gold, and he spewed a large mouthful of blood.
Even though he exerted his full strength to block, he couldn’t resist being blasted back, colliding with Su Changqing.
"Chang Qing!"
"Young Master!"
Su Wenlin, Su Zian, and the other members of the Su family, all shouted in anger upon witnessing this.
They went crazy, recklessly rushing towards this place.
"Too late!"
The Buddhist Arhat’s eyes glinted with delight as Buddhist light gathered in his hands.
Fu Bo shakily stood up, struggling to shield Su Changqing.
Just then, Li Qingchen, who had just arrived from the depths of the sky, saw this scene, and his calm face instantly turned icy cold.
But before he could make a move, Su Changqing, who had been in a deep sleep, slowly opened his indifferent eyes.
The golden pattern between his brows completely condensed at this moment!
Boom!
Divine golden holy light surged from that pattern, piercing through the heavens and earth like a golden rainbow!
A forceful and domineering Sword Intent swept across all directions!
Su Changqing was surrounded by boundless Sword Intent, the divine golden holy light illuminating the firmament.
He stood silently in the void, with the phantom of an old man dressed in ancient attire towering behind him.
At the moment of Su Changqing’s awakening, the densely packed willful figures within the relic seemed to have come to life.
Each of them showed an excited expression, kneeling on one knee towards Su Changqing at the center of heaven and earth.
The world suddenly fell silent for a moment, even the battlefield where Fan Yin was located came to a halt.
Everyone present stared blankly at the scene below, showing a look of shock.
With his sea of consciousness resonating, only retaining his subconscious mind, Su Changqing’s indifferent gaze swept across heaven and earth.
When he saw the numerous willful figures around, the old man behind him actually spoke in unison with Su Changqing.
The young and old voices resonated in sync, shaking heaven and earth.
"My friends, are you willing to assist me?"
The countless disciples, dressed in ancient Sword Emperor Sect attire, silently laughed, letting out a cry from the depths of their souls.
"Willing!"