Chapter 53: Dragon Vein Sacred Land

  Nothing else to say today, just nonsense^^;

  Occasionally routine tasks drop dividing line

  Yang Xiu smiled. But in that smile, there was no joy to be found, only anger and hatred.

  This is the first time...since finding out that Tang Zhong and Yang Zhao were secretly in love and thoroughly betrayed me.

  He was originally a figure to be admired and worshiped, with everyone paying homage. At this moment, his body was emitting a faint aura of eerie black energy, as if he were a demon from the underworld. He took slow steps forward, his voice stern: "Good, Ning Sanren indeed has skills and is loyal enough. Hmph, what nonsense about the peaceful and quiet Zhai. Pfft!" A mouthful of thick phlegm shot out, flying towards Fang Qinghui like an iron bullet. With a soft "plop", it landed on her beautiful face, looking extremely strange and ugly.

  But it was this strange and ugly scene that excited Yang Xiu even more. He licked his lips, and his right wrist shook slightly. The dragon coiled up suddenly and rapidly probed, like a poisonous snake spitting out its letter, tearing off a large piece of cloth from Fang Qinghui's chest. The half-rounded jade peak wrapped under the white shirt was suddenly lost, and it popped out involuntarily, revealing a snowy skin and tender breast, completely exposed.

  In an instant, all three men seemed to forget to breathe at the same time. Yang Xiu's nostrils flared, and a hungry wolf-like glow flowed out of his pupils. He walked over, knelt down on one knee beside the swordswoman who looked like a celestial being, and slid his fingers along her cheek, chin, neck, and collarbone until they stopped at the tender pink bud on the tip of Snow Peak, where he pinched and teased with force.

  Yang Xiu cursed and scolded, "That little bastard Yang Zhao dared to touch my woman and ruin my big plan. If I don't avenge this, I won't be human anymore. What nonsense about being an immortal fairy who doesn't eat the smoke and fire of the mortal world? Bah! You're just talking crap! Whore, you were flirting with that little bastard earlier, winking and making eyes at each other. Most likely, you've already hooked up with him too. Fine. I'll make sure to settle this score quickly. Now, I'll first rape you, then cut off your hands and feet and sell you to the most rustic brothel in Chengdu City. Let that little bastard wear a few thousand green hats!" As he cursed, his hands didn't stop moving, and he began to roughly molest her without hesitation. His right hand even grabbed onto Fang Qinghui's waistband, ready to rip it off.

  This vivid and lifelike scene of a grand drama, indeed made one's heart beat faster and blood vessels swell. However, Yan Wugou didn't dare to look at it for long, hastily turning around, closing her eyes and covering her ears, muttering to herself, not knowing what she was saying. But although she had steeled herself to be like a wooden person, Ning Dao couldn't help but feel something. As a wandering cultivator, he didn't put much importance on romantic love between men and women. Therefore, even though his mind had wandered slightly earlier, it immediately recovered.

  Fang Qinghui and herself had already become strangers, and if it were a different time and place, Yang Xiu wouldn't have wanted to do anything to her, and Ning Daoqi didn't want to get involved either. But now that something big was at stake, they shouldn't be delayed because of a woman. Previously, from the information obtained from the Tang Sect, it was known that apart from the two Qilin outside the Lingyun Cave, there were also other extraordinary people guarding it. However, since the beginning, only one guardian monk had appeared, which didn't make sense. Ning Daoqi's face remained calm, but he actually felt uneasy in his heart. He feared that they would be too late, and took two steps forward, saying in a low voice: "Your Highness, the matter at hand is of utmost importance."

  Yang Xiu was suddenly shaken, and in an instant, the two desires of revenge and dominance clashed fiercely in his heart, but ultimately the latter took over. He spat out a mouthful of saliva, picked up the Disintegrating Soul, stood up, nodded, and said in a low voice: "Ning Sanren is right. Hmph, this little bitch got lucky. I'll deal with you when I get back." Then he kicked her waist with his foot.

  This kick absolutely cannot miss.

  But just kicked it empty.

  In the blink of an eye, three masters simultaneously felt a powerful electric current flash through the air, and in an instant, it descended upon Fang Qinghui's body. Immediately following, Jing Zaitian, who had been counterattacked by Ning Daoqi's mental energy and was in a state of confusion, suddenly raised his hand to block Yang Xiu's kick. His wrist flipped over, and a strange, extreme force instantly invaded the meridians, causing Shu Wang's entire body to go numb and unable to move. With just a light swing, he sent him flying three or four zhang away. Fang Qinghui sprang up, shouting: "Who dares to trespass in Lingyun Cave? All of you, get out! Scram!"

  The tone was still sweet and clear, it was indeed her, but the tone had suddenly added a kind of dignity and vicissitudes that she shouldn't have. Extremely discordant, also extremely strange and frightening.

  In the face of great danger, Yang Xiu suddenly and repeatedly sprouted branches outside of his body, causing him to become uncontrollably angry. He loudly scolded: "You demon-possessed dog, whoever you are, you're a lowly person who will die!" The divine sword shook, and the dragon's soul suddenly awakened, violently rising up with the momentum of breaking wind and clouds, crazily slashing about. The unarmed Zheng Zhai transmission person had a calm gaze, neither happy nor angry nor fearful. His five fingers swept out, and suddenly a giant golden wheel condensed out of thin air. Even though it was only formed from gathered energy, it unexpectedly surpassed formlessness and re-entered the realm of having form, its solidity not in the least inferior to the divine sword.

  Golden light flashed around him, and the whirlwind spun rapidly, colliding with the dragon's spin hundreds of times in an instant. Yang Xiu only felt a strange internal energy like the wind blowing through his body, forcing him to involuntarily rotate his body to dissipate the energy, spinning dozens of circles before barely standing still. Ning Daoqi, who was watching from the side, suddenly changed color and exclaimed: "Xuan Yuan Tong Tian's fierce whirlwind! You're not Fan Shi Mei, but Xi Cheng...Xi Cheng...Xiu Shu?" His voice was filled with incredulity, and he trembled slightly.

  "Huh? So there are still people who remember my name." The one who wasn't Kaneto Kiyohara also seemed to find it strange. Coldly, he said: "That's right. I am the last heir of the Saiki family, Saiki Hidetaka. Since you know my name, why don't you all get out?"

  For thousands of years, the number of people practicing martial arts in the world has been countless. Among them, those who can leave their names in the memory of later generations are all heroes who have dominated the world with their prestige and power. Xicheng Xiushu is one of them. Not only did he live in the same era as Nan Gong Qitian, the legendary master of the Tianjing Sect, but he also wielded the heavenly sword "Taixu" of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. From the time he defeated Taishan Huipo and then fought against Dou E, Ci Xie, Mietianmo, and Xiumozi, he had always upheld justice and protected the righteous path, earning the respect of the world. Later, he was even elected as the leader of the martial arts alliance, uniting the people of Jianghu to assist the Southern Dynasty in resisting the invasion of the Northern Wei's Tuoba clan. His merits were outstanding... But that was already two hundred years ago. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, your lifespan is always limited. Even those who have attained the Tao can only live for three periods of time. And yet, this person who is not Fan Qinghui claims to be Xicheng Xiushu?

  Is he human... or ghost?

  In an instant, almost all three people who ventured into the cave were stunned. In a moment of silence, a faint sound of dripping water suddenly echoed in their ears.

  Drip, drip, drip...

  More and more clear, more and more obvious. Yan Wang's legs trembled, almost unable to hold the divine sword Broken Mirror in his hand. He subconsciously lowered his head to look at his crotch, but immediately discovered... blood?

  Endless blood was gushing out from the crevices of the mountain wall, dripping and dropping, with red and blue colors. The blood seemed to have its own life and will, as soon as it dripped onto the dragon path, it immediately gathered together and flowed rapidly towards the direction of the dragon's head. Suddenly, a loud "boom" sound was heard, and in an instant, the mountain shook violently, as if the entire Lingyun Mountain was shaking.

  No reaction was possible before the mountain wall suddenly bulged and burst with a loud crash. A fierce hot current and icy coldness simultaneously spread rapidly from inside out. The self-proclaimed Saiki Kiyoshi's eyes narrowed, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "Qilin Blood!"

  As soon as the voice fell, a figure covered in blood and with an aura of infinite ferocity burst out of the tunnel like lightning, chasing after Qilin without hesitation. In a glance, he saw that the road ahead was blocked by none other than Fan Qinghui, who claimed to be Xicheng Xiushu. At this moment, his red and blue eyes widened in anger, and with a loud roar, he swung the two divine weapons in his hands down at Fan's head.

  "Western City Xiū Shù" didn't know the opponent's identity, but just by killing the Ice Fire Qilin, he had already committed a grave sin. Since the Qilin was dead, he had to take responsibility for protecting his nest and couldn't retreat. He immediately activated the Golden Wheel of Light around him, spinning rapidly. After parrying the enemy's divine weapon attack, he counterattacked with a fierce and swift slash. The two engaged in an intense and dazzling battle, with sharp energy blasts flying everywhere, destroying everything they touched, and their residual energy was enough to split rocks and open mountains. In an instant, "Western City Xiū Shù" pressed down the enemy's black and white divine weapons with his palms, shouting: "Withdraw!"

  Three divine weapons simultaneously struck the giant stone dragon's back with great force. The dragon's body was sturdy, but how could it withstand such an impact? "Boom!" A deafening roar shook the air as the dragon's body completely collapsed and shattered within a three-meter radius of where the two stood. The fierce creature, along with "West City Show Tree", plummeted rapidly downwards into the abyss.

  The strange change occurred again, but in that instant, like a white horse crossing a gap, Yang Xiu had already seen clearly what this person who came out of the mountain wall looked like. Although the other's expression changed greatly and seemed to have lost all composure, if it wasn't his own nephew Yang Zhao, who else could it be? For a moment, the raging flames of anger immediately boiled over, making him almost want to pounce forward and join the battle group, chopping the little bastard into minced meat and then feeding it to the dogs! However, the desire to rule under heaven finally still surpassed this anger. He reluctantly glared at the two figures fiercely fighting in the pit below with a fierce gaze, using force to swing out the Dragon Whirl.

  The divine soldier burst out for dozens of feet, hooking onto the stone wall of the cave on the opposite mountain. Yang Xiu didn't even greet Ning Daoqi and Yan Wugou, and immediately flew up, borrowing force to dash out, lightly and nimbly landing on the still intact dragon path. Without looking back, he rushed straight towards the other side of the tunnel.

  Getting closer, getting closer. The farther forward he flew, the louder the splashing sound of water became, and the higher the humidity in the air was. Suddenly, Yang Xiu stopped his footsteps on the dragon's head, and the scene before him made him dizzy. It turned out that the giant dragon stretched out from the mountain wall, and its mouth was just in front of a super-giant stone ball with a radius of tens of meters, showing off its majestic appearance. A emerald green waterfall poured down from above, stirring up a large piece of misty water. The atmosphere was magnificent and majestic, as if it were carved by the gods.

  The scenery was even more magnificent and beautiful, but Yang Xiu didn't have a shred of appreciation. He let out a long whistle, and with his divine power, he accelerated to the extreme limit, successfully unleashing twelve forces. His body was like a dragon soaring through the air, tightly grasping the Super Divine Dragon Soldier as one, and releasing an enormous ten-zhang blade halo, fiercely slashing towards the Stone Carved Dragon Pearl with all his might.

  The power of this sword is enough to split heaven!

  The waterfall that fell straight down three thousand feet was cut open with a clear and crisp knife. The stone-carved dragon bead could not bear it, and a huge crack was split in the middle on the spot. A strange light burst out from the crack, and the sound of a dragon's roar was faintly heard, and there was actually another world inside. Yang Xiu let out a long laugh and hastily jumped into it. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he suddenly froze like being struck by lightning, unknowingly, tears streaming down his face, slowly kneeling down.