Free Web NovelThey couldn't see, couldn't hear clearly, and couldn't move, as if trapped in a pitch-black cage.
In the darkness, surging spiritual energy fluctuations constantly stimulated their spiritual senses.
They seemed to have glimpsed a terrifying scene from the world's birth through their spiritual senses.
The primordial soup boiled, and scorching, dry winds blew from a distance, beating against them, as if to completely dry out their bodies, as if everything was turning to ash in violent thunder and surging lava, with countless chaotic air currents carrying ash and drifting.
However, in such a terrifying environment, two massive beasts were constantly fighting, not far from them...
In a trance, they felt like a swarm of insects separated from their colony, caught in a stampede of wild buffalo, and would be trampled into a pulp if they were not careful.
They would die!
They could die at any moment!
The aura of death was everywhere.
The aftershocks of the two Calamity-level battles were like instruments of torture, continuously bringing pain, and no one knew when they would take their lives.
The constantly surging adrenaline made their hearts pound as if they were about to explode, their sympathetic nerves felt as if they were tearing, and their uncontrollable rapid breathing filled their lungs with scorching air, bringing waves of stinging pain.
Nanling Yaohua glanced at the Eclipse Society member beside her, whose crotch had been wet several times and then dried several times by the heat waves raised by Lu Yibei, and shook her head with a look of disgust.
When will they finally finish?
If this continues, these guys will probably be scared to death, Nanling Yaohua thought.
Under the night sky, mountains and rivers boiled, and under the burning firmament, ashes with flickering flames fell like rain.
In a seemingly endless paleness, Lu Yibei heard deafening thunder.
Then, she was sent flying.
Her body spun, rotating seven hundred and twenty degrees in the sky, before crashing to the ground, a sticky, sweet smell spreading in her mouth.
With soft crackling sounds, the thunder infused into her limbs and bones erupted with power, and a numbing sensation spread through every inch of her flesh.
Lu Yibei opened her eyes and looked at the figure slowly drifting in the sky, cold sweat appearing on her forehead.
Even though she knew very well that Zhang Huainan had no intention of killing her, her heart still trembled uncontrollably as she looked at the figure surrounded by the illusory image of a deity and enveloped in vast thunder.
Every wisp of spiritual energy emanating from that body seemed to loudly declare to everything within sight that he was the projection of thunder on the earth, an absolute incarnation of thunder.
This old man is simply a monster! Lu Yibei thought to herself.
She had thought that since Zhang Huainan was Qingji's disciple, his strength would probably be similar to Qingji's, and she should be able to put up a fight after gaining Calamity-level power.
But facts proved that the strongest is the strongest, without any dilution.
Even without the assistance of Zixiao Platform, Zhang Huainan could easily suppress her, and even seemed to have plenty of strength left...
Previously, Qingji always complained to Lu Yibei about Zhang Huainan's dullness in his youth, and even said things like "teaching a pig is easier than teaching him," but after fighting Zhang Huainan, Lu Yibei felt that perhaps he was just "great wisdom appearing as foolishness" compared to a monster-level genius like Qingji.
But great wisdom appearing as foolishness is not true foolishness.
When fighting Qingji, one could feel his agility and elegance, and even a hint of playful showmanship, but there was no such feeling when fighting Zhang Huainan. Every move and stance aimed to achieve the most practical effect in the most unadorned way.
Perhaps, combining what he learned from Qingji with his unique understanding, and tailoring it to himself, ultimately forming a perfect and natural combat technique... that was the true reason for Zhang Huainan's slow progress when studying under Qingji.
“Cut!”
Just as Lu Yibei was secretly pondering, Qingji, not far away, clapped the clapperboard in his hand and pressed pause on the camera.
“What's wrong with you two? Can your acting be any more clumsy?”
Walking up to Zhang Huainan and Lu Yibei, Qingji immediately berated them.
Yes, after Lu Yibei's persistent pleading, and explaining with reason and emotion to Qingji why he, the Ancestor, was inconvenient to participate in this "performance," she finally luckily avoided the fate of being double-teamed by the two old men.
But unfortunately, she, or rather she and Zhang Huainan, could not escape the fate of being tormented by Qingji.
Under the intervention of Qingji, who successfully ascended to the position of "director," they had already exchanged blows thirty-two times...
In other words, Lu Yibei had faced the "might of Black Emperor" thirty-two times.
Why would Black Emperor need to personally beat up Lu Yibei?
As soon as the word "cut" was uttered, Black Emperor would take over!
“Do we have to do it again?” Lu Yibei struggled to get up, looking at Qingji with a resentful expression, “Ancestor, I suspect you're using this to settle a personal score!”
“Nonsense!” Qingji rolled his eyes and looked at Zhang Huainan, saying, “You tell me, why did you suddenly stop when you clashed with this guy for the 71st, 136th, and 209th times? I can see it, won't others?”
“You can't even go easy properly, it's frustrating to watch!”
“This...” Zhang Huainan's face showed difficulty, and after a few seconds of pondering, he bowed to Qingji, “Senior Brother's lesson is right.”
In his opinion, Qingji was absolutely right; he was indeed not good at going easy in combat... After all, from the day he entered Da Chunyang Palace and began learning, every sword technique, every Spell, and every physical technique he learned was for "eliminating demons and defending the Dao"...
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“Understood, then let's restart!” Qingji raised his chin at Zhang Huainan, re-shouldered the camera, and lightly called out, “Scene one, take thirty-three, action!”
“Yes, Senior Brother!” Zhang Huainan responded.
Lu Yibei, “...”
I feel like these two old fogies are ganging up on me, but I have no proof!
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【Calamitys Death countdown: 80h24m50s】
In Dream City, in the small courtyard of the Lu Family Old House, under the lush pomegranate tree.
Several people sat on small rattan chairs, gathered around an old square television set, watching the "special effects-filled" images on the TV screen, like a scene from an old movie from the 80s or 90s, the atmosphere exceptionally harmonious.
As the image of the young woman in green robes being defeated appeared on the TV, a pair of wrinkled hands silently pressed the pause button, freezing the image on the screen at that moment.
The final version of the "blockbuster" starring Black Emperor and Disaster, directed and filmed by Qingji, with assistance from Xuan Ying Luofu, and planned for distribution to various spiritual energy organizations, ended here.
“How was it? Not bad, right?”
Zhang Huainan turned around and glanced at Lu Yibei, then immediately turned his gaze to Qingji, who was holding Wang Yingying, his eyes eager, his tone a little humble, as if a child who had finally achieved something was eager to get affirmation from respected elders at home.
“Amazing! Super amazing!” Wang Yingying clapped her small hands and chirped in a childish voice.
The scene of two Calamity-level beings fighting made the dormant authority within her stir, eager to replicate.
With her mindset, she couldn't yet understand what this impulse meant.
She only knew that what her body needed was good, was amazing, just like... candy, milk tea, and strawberry ice cream.
Qingji lowered his head to tease Wang Yingying, then squinted at Zhang Huainan, pouting, “It's acceptable...”
Hearing this, Zhang Huainan's eyes curved slightly downwards, his chin lifted, and he stroked his beard, his old face filled with unconcealed pride.
No one knew Qingji's temperament better than him, except for Lu Yuebo, who was no longer alive.
Simply put, he had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
"Acceptable" was almost the highest praise Qingji would give.
Seeing Zhang Huainan looking as ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) if his tail was about to wag to the sky, Qingji rolled his eyes, and then uttered a phrase in Chinese that could easily be among the top ten most annoying.
“But...”
“I just feel like something is still missing?”
“Old... Ancestor! You just nodded and agreed, you can't go back on your word now!” Lu Yibei, who had been tormented more than fifty times, immediately jumped up from her seat and voiced her objection.
Zhang Huainan, the "perpetrator," merely cupped his hands and said, “I hope Senior Brother will point out the deficiencies.”
Although Qingji's "bad review" made him slightly disappointed, he had lived for over a hundred years and was an old monster who had seen many grand scenes, so he wouldn't let this slight disappointment affect his mood.
At worst, they'd do it again!
“I got it, it's too drawn out!” Qingji thought for a moment and said, “Since it's for others to see, it should be clean and concise, in two or three moves... no, preferably a one-hit kill!”
“Oh?” Zhang Huainan's eyebrows subtly raised, as if he had thought of something.
“I understand Ancestor's meaning!”
Before Zhang Huainan could fully grasp Qingji's idea and organize his words, Lu Yibei spoke up from the side.
Although her upbringing taught her to respect elders and care for the young, and not to interrupt when two elders were communicating, she really couldn't hold back anymore.
“Ancestor means that as long as it's acting, 100% realism is impossible, so exaggerating is perfectly fine...
“Is that what you mean, Ancestor?”
Seeing Qingji nod, Lu Yibei looked at Zhang Huainan, “Senior, I remember you told me that the key to preparing this scene is to influence their cognition through video data or other information channels... If so, why don't we maximize the benefits?”
Hearing this, Zhang Huainan pondered for a few seconds, then tentatively asked, “As long as they see the footage of the Disaster being killed, even if it's a bit exaggerated, most people will have their cognition influenced by the hidden combined Spell, believing that the Disaster has been hunted... Is that right?”
“Exactly, since we're going to influence their cognition anyway, we might as well give them more explosive material,” Qingji affirmed.
“For example, Black Emperor killed the Disaster with one blow?” Zhang Huainan's eyes lit up, suddenly feeling as if his thoughts had opened up, like the Ren and Du meridians were unblocked.
This indeed counted as adding explosive material.
It was like adding evaporated milk to beef broth.
“Exactly!” Lu Yibei nodded, “Being a Calamity-level being yet able to instantly kill an opponent with one blow is enough to elevate the deterrent power of the name Black Emperor in that guy's mind even further.”
As of now, how strong Zhang Huainan truly is, the various spiritual energy organizations can only guess; no one dares to easily test him.
Under this premise, who can guarantee that Black Emperor cannot instantly kill a Disaster?
As long as it's possible, someone will believe it, so spreading such information is a definite win-win.
After all, this is a world where "if I think you have nuclear weapons, you might actually have them."
Hearing Lu Yibei and Zhang Huainan echo his thoughts, Qingji's face showed a satisfied smile, “Excellent!”
Thus, the three seasoned old foxes quickly finalized the ultimate plan for Calamitys Death!
But the moment the final plan was decided, seeing Qingji and Zhang Huainan exchange smiles as if their cunning plot had succeeded, her face instantly darkened.
She suddenly realized that the previous fifty-plus torments, and this last time, her initiative (active) suggestion for a "reshoot," were very likely a conspiracy concocted by Qingji and Zhang Huainan!
“...”
That old man wasn't at all "slow to react" as Ancestor claimed...
Just now, it seemed like I was guiding him, but in fact, he was guiding me? So, I've been kept in the dark all along?
Hmph, it's not that old people have turned bad, but that bad people have grown old. That saying is absolutely right! Lu Yibei thought fiercely.
