Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 175 Write some close-up highlights for Liu Jiqian, I won’t be partial

Lu Wensheng's eyes flashed suddenly, and the water droplets that had splashed from the surrounding dead leaves due to the turbulence of his sword energy had already been evaporated by him. Spiritual energy swirled around the sword, which was full of light. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and then flew up, with the hem of his clothes shaped like a blooming flower.

The tip of the sword was adorned with half a glimmer of new dew. He held the sword and quickly shook his wrist. The long sword was thrust out in an instant, raising a cloud of dust in an instant, like a cold cloud dispersing, chilling the area for thousands of miles. A hundred years was but a moment in this moment.

Zhou Yuan only saw the man leaping into the air. The shadow cast by the man darkened his vision. The sword in his hand was wrapped in air currents, causing the wind and grass leaves to rush towards him one after another, blending together and falling.

At this moment, it was as if the wind was about to stop. Lu Wensheng held the sword in his hand, lowered his eyes, and drew his eyelashes down. The sword energy rolled up white waves, and his pupils seemed to wash away the twilight of the distant mountains, and rolled up bits of starlight, which flickered and penetrated into the slits of the brown pupils.

Looking at the person so close to him, Lu Wensheng's expression was gloomy. A drop of cool dew slid down from a nearby dead branch, melted between his eyelashes, and was simmered into body temperature. It meandered down along the beam, reflecting the sky full of dead branches and dew, as if a blade of light covered the water, touching the branches and pressing down the clouds.

The sword is as tough as a snake, and the blade is like cold silver, cutting through the clouds above and the wind below. The sword light is like a pool of river water, carrying murderous intent, pouring down from Lu Wensheng's palm and fingertips. This move is like water, and the sword spine is like a dragon swimming in a river. The sword will penetrate the cold cover and hit the enemy directly.

"Pfft-"

There was a loud clanging sound, and the tip of the sword stood up. Lu Wensheng had already fallen to the ground. He calmly retracted his sword, hiding the fine blade. A stirred grass leaf fell on the tip of his sword, and it instantly broke into two pieces and floated down silently.

The sword blade made a dull sound as it was engulfed in flesh and blood. Zhou Yuan used his human shield to block the attack, but the demon cultivator disciple who was the shield was unlucky. He didn't even have time to say a word before he was cut in half alive. Red and white blood spread everywhere, and the corpse fell to the ground, twitching slightly, and then became motionless.

Severe pain came from the right side, piercing his heart and bones, blood flowed like a waterfall, directly soaking half of Zhou Yuan's body - he had no time to dodge, so he pulled a disciple beside him to block the sword, but he didn't expect that Lu Wensheng came with murderous intent. The rolling spiritual power and the all-out attack of the foundation-building perfection made him unable to dodge and broke his defense.

His right arm was chopped off along with that disciple's, and rolled a long distance covered in dust. The blood and water mixed into one pool, and it was impossible to tell which blood was his.

The sound of the flute was completely interrupted. Looking at the corpse of the disciple who was pulled to block the sword and his own wet broken arm, Zhou Yuan was still in shock. After taking a moment to calm down, he realized that his back was covered with cold sweat. He was shocked to find that the flute in his hand was a little slippery - he was actually sweating.

“Almost.”

There was regret on Lu Wensheng's face - the opponent's cultivation was much higher than his, and his reaction was indeed quick. He didn't kill him even after he used up his blue mana and ultimate move, and the opponent even had time to pull people to resist.

There is an old saying in the world of cultivation, which can be regarded as a discrimination chain against low-level cultivators - the golden elixir is just unworthy of being an "immortal", and those below the immortal cannot speak out.

To put it crudely, one cannot be considered an "immortal master" unless he has reached the Golden Elixir stage. Only after reaching the Golden Elixir stage can one be honored with the title of Immortal Master. If you haven't reached the Golden Elixir stage, you will subconsciously feel embarrassed to introduce yourself.

Although not everyone can become a golden elixir, most people are stuck at the stage of perfect foundation building for their entire lives, and it is enough for them to live a comfortable life in a remote place in the vast world of cultivation.

However, the population base in the world of cultivation is large, and cultivators have long lifespans, so overall the number of cultivators with high cultivation levels is still considerable. Even though there has been a gap among some young disciples due to the previous wars between immortals and demons, the golden elixir still serves as a watershed.

Therefore, even though Zhou Yuan was annoyed by Lu Wensheng before, he wanted to kill him at the same time and did not take Lu Wensheng seriously at all.

As a result, who would have known that Lu Wensheng was such a gifted person, and that he also had an epiphany about sword energy, and that his attack was so successful and broke his defense.

Then he simply chopped off his arm, making him pay a huge price for his underestimation - after practicing for a long time, the cultivator's limbs are all trained and nourished, and even ordinary people would be inconvenienced if they lost an arm, let alone a cultivator whose entire body can be used as combat power?

As a music cultivator, Zhou Yuan's combat power was not as good as that of sword cultivators and physical cultivators who mainly focused on attack. Moreover, he needed two hands to play the flute. Now he had lost one hand, and it was his right hand. His combat power was greatly reduced.

Zhou Yuan felt as sick as if he had eaten a fly.

"Foundation-building ants! How dare you?!" After a brief moment of absence, his expression instantly became ferocious.

"It's a pity that I didn't chop you off directly, otherwise you wouldn't have to worry about one hand... Learn more special skills in the future, and see if you can play the flute with both hands and feet?"

Lu Wensheng's Dantian's spiritual energy was almost gone. He planned to bypass Zhou Yuan and retreat to the team, but he did not forget to provoke Zhou Yuan. Anger makes people less intelligent. Should Zhou Yuan's anger occupy the high IQ? Of course, if he endured it, then he had nothing to say. This was really tolerant.

Zhou Yuan said nothing, with a hint of pride in his eyes. Lu Wensheng realized something was wrong, and suddenly felt a foul odor enveloping him. He raised his sword and looked back, only to see a group of corpse ghosts, with the leader already rushing over.

Lu Wensheng: Damn, the evil cultivator is really a jerk! -- He thought his sneak attack was despicable enough, but he didn't expect that the old man is still the best! This kind of mean behavior needs to be dealt with by a professional!

Lu Wensheng only had time to kill the corpse ghost closest to him. He had no more spiritual power after using his ultimate move, and was unable to shake off these corpse ghosts that were rushing up without any awareness.

His arms were even a little weak from the full-strength attack. Looking at the other ghouls that were about to bite him, his thoughts were already running wild - if he was bitten by a ghoul, would applying sticky rice help? Are ghouls zombies or ghosts? Will he become a ghoul?

"Yangming, turn left."

The gentle voice seemed to be very close at hand, and Lu Wensheng subconsciously obeyed. The crisp buzzing sound seemed to last only for a moment, and he looked back in a daze.

I saw a sword light shooting out from the wind and dust, and a slender figure emerged from the dust.

"Zheng——"

As the light and shadow flowed, the amber eyes became sharper. Time seemed to stand still at this second. The whole world echoed this sound. The air flow swept around from the place where Liu Jiqian's fingers and the sword edge touched. There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy. It was the purest sword energy that could wash away all filth.

Lu Wensheng saw the familiar gentle features. Even though he was holding the sword and full of aura, and even though mountains and rivers were falling on the sword's edge, he still looked very light and smart.

A halo shone on Liu Jiqian's fluorescent silver hair. He walked out of the chaotic smoke and dust raised by the corpse ghosts. At this moment, even the bright moon in the sky would be willing to fall between his eyebrows.

(I feel that the previous chapters were written too colloquially and were a bit bland. This chapter is written in a more elegant way, hehehe)

(The inaccurate parts have been modified. The cultivator who has passed the Jindan can be called Zhenren, and the Yuanying is called Zhenjun, the Huashen is called Zhenzun, the Lianxu is called Daojun, the Fusion is called Da Neng/Xianjun, the Mahayana is called Laozu, and the Dujie is called Banxian. The previous title of Jun Ning has also been modified~)

(罅隙, Chinese word, noun. Pinyin: xià xi, meaning: 1. gap; crack. 2. suspicion. 3. flaw; defect)

(The Zoumadeng, also known as the Maqideng, is one of the traditional Chinese toys and a type of lantern, commonly seen during festivals such as the Lantern Festival, Lantern Festival, and Mid-Autumn Festival. A candle is lit in the lantern, and the heat generated by the candle creates airflow, causing the axle to rotate.

There are paper-cuts on the axle, and the candlelight projects the shadow of the paper-cuts onto the screen, and the image keeps moving. Because there are often pictures of ancient generals riding horses painted on each side of the lantern, when the lantern rotates it looks like several people chasing each other, hence the name zoumadeng.

It is now used to describe the moment before death, when past memories are replayed over and over again in the mind.)

(Someday I want Lu Wensheng to be a hero and save Liu Jiqian, hehehe~)