Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 356: Chapter 175: Dragon Soul Sword Bone, Celestial Fate_3

Where the blue waves rise, countless rays of light silently sweep across.

A large number of Brocade Guards fall headfirst, blood seeping from their necks, then gushing like a fountain; in an instant, hundreds have fallen.

The surrounding commoners and Jianghu martial artists are not injured.

Yet they are startled by the battle before them.

Someone shouts, "It’s the Nine Heavens Zither, third on the Earth List, quickly flee the city; it’s confronting the Brocade Guards..."

"A calamity for the pond’s fish; such experts clashing, we must not interfere, quickly escape, or it will be too late."

"The court is capturing criminals; achieving merits is now at hand. She’s alone; how long can she last? Better to join forces in attacking, no need to fight such a demoness alone."

A group of Jianghu people, however, seeing an opportunity, watch the Brocade Guards catching criminals, and seek to make a name for themselves, shouting loudly, surging like a tidal wave toward Weifu Bo.

Weifu Bo hears the shouts rising around him, and his face turns bitter, a slight sadness in his heart. Yet he says nothing, only playing the zither more urgently.

The zither sound, shapeless and colorless, now produces blue ripples, as if countless swords and blades are shooting in all directions.

"In that case, listen to my ’Vast Sea Subdued Dragon’."

She dismisses all distractions.

The zither sound vibrates again, where heavy notes rise, several light waves slash out, blocking four figures of different shapes, a zither string plucks harshly.

A blue light spear strikes like lightning.

Real yet illusory, it targets Xu Jing’an.

Clearly, the cyan sword cleaved from the stone beast in front of the county government office clings to the zither, boosting her power immensely, as vitality surges throughout the city, striking randomly with incredible might.

She recognizes the four figures as tribute experts from the Brocade Guards’ head office in the Capital City, originators from various minor sects, each an elder in their domain.

However, these people, greedy for glory, sell their skills to the court, which is not unusual.

Earlier, while injured, Weifu Bo was chased and blocked by these tribute experts, fighting fiercely, thoroughly learning their skills.

At the time, facing any one of them was a life-or-death struggle without rapid resolution.

But now, it’s different; even the aftermath of the zither sound can block their attacks.

"Among these people, only Xu Jing’an, whose Soul Cutting Saber grows stronger against strength, can almost contend with Dharma Aspect Sect’s Tang Lin’er, first on the Earth List. Without eliminating him, escape is impossible. Let alone saving my sister, today might be my final rest."

Weifu Bo’s thoughts are clear, understanding that killing these minions yields no benefit.

Even if exhausted and running out of True Qi, decimating every Brocade Guard, the opposition would not so much as wrinkle a brow; thus, the primary offensive force is aimed at Xu Jing’an.

The blue spear sweeps like light and shadow, growing larger as it approaches.

Reaching Xu Jing’an, it transforms into a massive spear thicker than he can embrace, crashing down with a roar.

"Soul Cutting, Tiger Roar."

Xu Jing’an’s face changes dramatically, not daring to be careless.

He immediately bites his tongue, spraying a large mouthful of blood.

The blood mist rises, forming into a strange rune.

A giant phantom of a white-skinned, black-striped, golden-eyed tiger looms behind him; as he swings his long saber, a tiger’s roar shakes the sky and the city trembles.

Boom...

The blue spear explodes, transforming into gentle azure waves, slowly spinning and slicing like a saw...

The sound wave retreats, slaying dozens of Brocade Guards, tinged with blood, it pauses slightly, then shifts form to attack again.

Xu Jing’an spits out another three mouthfuls of fresh blood, and a grain-sized notch appears on his Tiger Roar long saber.

Despite the heartache, he retreats frantically, shouting hoarsely, "Strike, kill, soul sacrifice Longevity Sword..."

"Ha, ha..."

The black-clad figures, fearless of death, change direction and ruthlessly attack the nearby commoners with swords and arrows.

People and structures are razed citywide; in the blink of an eye, seven or eight fall dead.

In a moment, thousands of commoners across the city are slaughtered.

As the blood thickens, anguished screams solidify into endless resentment clouds, looming over the rooftop where Weifu Bo stands.

The zither sound falters, as she struggles to breathe under the growing azure tide, seemingly hearing cries of sorrow from the sword hidden within the zither.

"Victory or defeat, it all comes down to fate. Longevity Sword, oh Longevity Sword, this time I am truly at a loss because of you."

Weifu Bo helplessly plays the zither; watching the azure light slowly depart from the zither, circling erratically around her, she feels utterly resigned.

As the sword shines brightly, its light soars into the sky, and abruptly the heavens darken.

She forcefully strikes a few more notes, looking up, brows shadowed with despair.

What she sees is no cloud, but a gigantic hand, covering half the city with rumbling pressure.

The hand, skeletal, veins standing out like old roots.

Before it even falls, the gale flattens the city; countless buildings crash down, black-clad, brocade-clad, even all Jianghu people, the weak among them lie pinned and motionless.

Hearts filled with dread.

The weak ordinary citizens, thousands simultaneously grunt, blood spraying and bodies exploding.

The city is filled with blood.

Weifu Bo’s eyes lose luster, slapping the Nine Heavens Zither, which shatters, becoming a mysterious light passing through her fingers and shooting into the clouds, vanishing without a trace.

Her bones crack loudly, breaking countless times, moving is torturous; she takes one last look east, transforming into a ripple merging into the cyan sword.

"Oh, you hid inside the sword; did you think I couldn’t deal with you? As soon as I forge the Unrivaled Sword Bone and seize this opportunity, how long can you sisters last?"

A voice faintly murmurs.

The giant hand snatches the cyan sword, disregarding its screams and resistance, retreating sharply into the clouds, disappearing.

In the depths of the royal halls of Yujing City, a gaunt old man in mysterious robes and a golden dragon crown retrieves the cyan sword.

The sword glints softly.

A chained enormous jade dragon shadow roars and struggles, tears in its eyes.

Streaks of blood light scatter, patterns on the ground illuminate, locking the cyan sword in mid-air.

"It’s almost done, almost done; only two or three years more to fully refine the Dragon Soul Sword Bone, break past longevity limits, and live beyond three centuries, free in the world.

This battle of thousands of people’s fate is truly worthwhile. Bi Yun, Fubo, rest assured, I will ensure the inheritance of Fubo Island through your descendants, fulfilling your plans.

As for your elaborate scheme to create a true dragon’s Celestial Fate, it will soon become nourishment, aiding my cultivation. Haha... Once our dynasty’s fortune covers the South again, where can he escape?"

Amidst maniacal laughter.

The jade dragon shadow roars, the cyan sword trembles, seething with anger yet helpless.

...

Xingqing Prefecture, Chen Ping sits in his residence, gazing at the 36 Tribulation Points gained from killing Master Yun Qi of the Blood Shadow Sect, struggling to hide his bitter look.

As his strength grows, past experts provide diminishing returns, wondering when he’ll gather enough Tribulation Points to advance his True Gang Glazed Body to Unity Realm proficiency?

However, gaining 83 Fortune Points this time implies that the Blood Shadow Sect’s grandmaster, disguised as Master Fan, was truly villainous.

"Maybe practice Cyan Wood Longevity Technique first, raise Qi Refining Cultivation; with enlightenment improved, achieving [Eternal Unparalleled] talent might make Qi Refinement tremendously fast, too good to waste."

Considering spending time to boost Qi Refining Cultivation, merging Qi and Blood Essence for a combative surge, Chen Ping finds this idea appealing.

Just about to open the Attribute Column to raise enlightenment.

Suddenly, he feels his heart wrench with pain, spitting a mouthful of golden blood.

The incomparable twisting pain leaves his spirit hollow and an unstoppable sadness emerging.

He abruptly turns, looking north.

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