Free Web Novel“Qianlong Ranking?”
For Li Mo, this was a relatively unfamiliar term.
“Oh, that’s the ranking that records the young Prodigies of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.”
Luo Yao found it a bit strange; this young man’s knowledge seemed to fluctuate. He knew so many Jianghu figures, yet he didn’t know what the Qianlong Ranking was.
“The ranking lists one hundred Genius Martial Artists under the Inner Vision Realm and under thirty years old.”
She paused, seemingly recalling something:
“Within your Sect, Yin Huacheng apparently made it once, as the one hundredth tail-ender.”
Don’t you have a good memory?
Realizing something, Li Mo quietly buried his head in his work, deciding to change his rather chuunibyou-sounding nickname when he had time.
Gradually, dusk fell.
He had recorded almost everything, but he still hadn’t waited for Han Zhen.
The banquet in the hall also began right on time.
.....
“This time, in the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm, only Yin Hua Senior Brother is worth a look.”
Bai Jinghong was arrogant, but since Qingyuan Sect was the local power in Ziyang Prefecture, and Yin Huacheng had once been on ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) the Qianlong Ranking, he grudgingly offered a somewhat polite remark.
However, Yin Huacheng was not a swordsman after all, and he was more interested in Ying Bing.
“I heard your Junior Sister here is quite skilled in swordsmanship?”
“She is naturally far inferior to Young Hero Bai.”
Yin Huacheng lowered his gaze, drinking his wine, and called out to the area below:
“Junior Sister Ying Bing, Young Hero Bai also possesses a Profound Weapon. Why don’t you represent our Qingyuan Sect and exchange pointers in swordsmanship?”
Ah, a typical case of forgetting the pain once the wound healed.
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The Ice Cube was dipping her jade-like finger in water, drawing something on the table.
Hmm, it was the shape of the ice cream she planned to make tonight.
Making ice cream also counts as cooking, right?
Bai Jinghong said with a half-smile, “Yin Hua Senior Brother, you don’t have much prestige among your fellow disciples, do you?”
“Hehe.....”
Yin Huacheng couldn’t keep his composure and could only force out:
“Ying Bing has a cold and aloof nature, focusing on cultivation and the Dao of the sword. She treats everyone the same.”
Wouldn’t you know it, what a coincidence.
Xiao Li had just returned, took Ying Bing’s teacup, and gulped down two mouthfuls.
After he finished drinking, Ying Bing, as if she had long been accustomed to it, naturally refilled his water.
“This ice cream shape of yours is too strange; it’s not easy to lick.”
Li Mo withdrew his gaze from the stage and added:
“I’ll come to the banquet later. I’m going home first.”
“Alright, I’ll wait for you.”
Ying Bing and Li Mo still had a sword practice session tonight.
She knew Li Mo wasn’t going home.
Instead, he was waiting for someone with Opportunity.
The heavens were not cooperating; a torrential rain poured outside.
Li Mo placed the Chixiao Sword with Ying Bing, then turned and stepped into the wind and rain.
Watching the young man depart.
Bai Jinghong, with a half-smile, held his wine cup with a playful expression, looking at Yin Huacheng with even a hint of pity.
“Excuse me.”
Yin Huacheng, at this moment, was instead unperturbed by favor or disgrace.
He felt.
There was no need to get angry over a dead man.
The Elders had gone to discuss matters, and Li Mo hadn’t taken his weapon.
The Dongli Manor was a mixed bag, with people coming and going from all corners of the world.
Even the weather was so suitable; it was a night of pouring rain.
The right time, the right place, the right people.
He excused himself, stepped out the main door, found an unpopulated corner, changed into a bamboo hat and straw cape, with black clothes and a black robe underneath, and even put on a human skin mask.
After making all preparations, he also stepped into the curtain of rain.
Crack—
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the vast world, turning the green mountains and waters a ghastly white.
The sound of rain was loud, covering Yin Huacheng’s gasps and heartbeats.
Raindrops fell on his few exposed skin areas, but they couldn’t cling, as if a slippery layer blocked them.
He silently weaved through the forest beside the official road. When encountering an obstacle, his body would twist like a nimble snake, moving swiftly and eerily.
A pair of vertical pupils stared intently at the young man’s back ahead.
Far enough.
He was about to strike a fatal blow.
But at that moment, the young man ahead turned around and looked in his direction.
As their gazes met, Yin Huacheng’s heart suddenly leaped.
Too calm.
Not only did the young man show no fear, but he even seemed to sigh in relief.
“Senior Brother Yin Hua, thankfully you’re easy to provoke.”
“Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have waited for you today.”
Li Mo spoke softly.
“You waited for me?”
Yin Huacheng’s body had already begun to uncontrollably deform. His neck suddenly elongated, scales pierced his skin, and his eyes turned into cold snake pupils.
“Here, you can call out to the heavens, but no one will answer; call out to the earth, but no one will respond.”
“I’ll kill you, destroy your body, and then leave a Hall Courtyard Swallow from the Rain Listening Pavilion.”
“Then you’ll have died by the hands of the Rain Listening Pavilion. Who would know it was me?”
He didn’t know if he was threatening or convincing himself.
“What a coincidence.”
A strangely shaped hammer fell into his palm.
Li, wielding a hammer instead of a sword on a rainy night, Mo.
“I thought the same thing at first.”
“Die!”
Yin Huacheng struck first. His body trembled violently, as if a hundred beasts roared within him.
Li Mo seemed to hear a hiss.
A snake? Or a flood dragon?
An aura like that of an ancient fierce beast, a pure, chilling pressure from a powerful physical body, not some kind of divine charm.
But.....
Crack—
A thunderclap roared, a lightning snake writhed, leaving its form in the night sky, and the world momentarily lost its color.
There was a sound, very loud.
Even the rolling thunder just now couldn’t cover it.
A hammer?
When that hammer struck.
Yin Huacheng wanted to roar but found he couldn’t make a sound.
The rainwater suddenly froze, then was sucked back into the sky, forming a temporary vacuum.
This hammer.
Mystic Core shattered, Inner Breath collapsed, and Yin Huacheng, who had harmed countless people, had his beast body, refined onto himself, turn into mere mud.
He was smashed into the ground, his bones completely shattered.
“Sigh, hitting so hard, what can I say about you?”
Qian Bufan walked out from behind the rain curtain, accompanied by Xue Jing.
Xue Lao sighed with a look of regret:
“At least he still has a breath left.”
With a stomp, Yin Huacheng was shaken out.
He was incomparably miserable at this moment, it was hard to say he was a person, because the flesh and blood on his body seemed to have their own consciousness, actively devouring him.
“Yin Hua, he..... why bother.”
Qian Bufan sighed heavily.
Given Yin Huacheng’s state, Yin Hua Xuan couldn’t possibly be completely unaware.
It could only mean that this Elder of Zhenshou Peak might be the source of the Hundred Beast Blood Refinement.
“At Qingyuan back then, Shang Wu recklessly almost stumbled upon the truth.”
Xue Jing frowned.
Yin Huacheng’s body was already on the verge of collapse.
Using healing medicine would only accelerate the flesh and blood backlash.
“The Sect Master already knows about this matter.”
“Xiao Mo, just pretend nothing happened. We will handle Yin Hua Xuan’s matter ourselves.”
Xue Jing pondered.
The Demon Summoning Sect was strange; they might have methods of transmitting messages that they didn’t know about.
“Give him a quick.....”
“Alrighty.”
Bang—
Very quickly.
Xue Jing and Qian Bufan watched the young man retrieve his hammer, and for a moment, they were a bit silent.
You kid didn’t intend for Yin Huacheng to live from the start, did you?
They all thought.
Qingyuan Sect might not have produced a Shang Wu 2.0.
But rather, one who surpasses the original.
Fortunately, Li Mo has always been very good to his own people.....
......
Inside Dongli Manor.
During the banquet.
Bai Jinghong suddenly stood up, and after exchanging glances with the old man beside him, he rested his hand on his sword and said:
“Everyone, this Blood Phoenix Secret Realm is extremely dangerous.”
“My Hengyun Sword City has compassion, and I don’t wish for everyone to lose their lives in vain.”
“If you cannot withstand three moves from me, then I see no need for you to enter the Secret Realm and take risks.”
He spoke indifferently.
The content was polite enough, but his tone conveyed nothing but:
‘Everyone here is trash.’
‘What class are you, to come and snatch my Opportunity?’
Don't even mention it.
Bai Jinghong’s gaze was like a sword, sharply sweeping over those below, and most people truly dared not meet his eyes.
Of course, a few people were exceptions.
Tie Qi’s eyes were burning, not backing down in the slightest.
Luo Yu frowned, ‘You’ve stolen my thunder, what am I supposed to do?’
Of course.
There was also the Ice Cube.
She was still drawing ice cream.
