Free Web NovelChapter 243: Chapter 242: The Copper Mirror Shows Its Might
Meanwhile, Zhou Yuling had already given up on trying to fight for the Exotic Treasure. She knew that even if she joined the fray, it would only end in heavy casualties. Besides, with Wenren Xiao present, the Exotic Treasure would never fall into her hands anyway.
She decisively took several steps back, not even entertaining the thought of trying to fish in troubled waters.
"Kill everyone from the Celestial Martial Country!" Wenren Xiao roared, retreating after trading a blow with Wen Qingye. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared furiously at the people from the Celestial Martial Country.
"What?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard Wenren Xiao’s words, taking a moment to process what he had said.
"Wenren Xiao, you’re courting death!"
Wen Qingye’s footing was unsteady, sweat and blood mingling together, but his eyes shone with an exceptionally sharp light.
Wen Qingye reached out and took out the Copper Mirror. A vast torrent of Primordial Qi slowly extended from his meridians and into the mirror, instantly covering its entire surface.
SHIIIIING!
An intensely brilliant and splendid light erupted from the Copper Mirror as a beam of auroral light shot toward Wenren Xiao.
"An Exotic Treasure!?"
Dozens of people retreated in unison, so terrified they felt their souls might fly from their bodies.
THUMP!
The moment the light from the Copper Mirror struck Wenren Xiao, he felt all the blood and qi in his body surge. Before he could even react, his body began to slowly soften. In an instant, he melted away like a pool of water, dissolving into the world.
Silence!
Everyone was dumbfounded. The silence was absolute.
Even the people of the Sixteen Countries watching from before the Water Curtain were dumbstruck, staring in astonishment at the spot where Wenren Xiao had vanished.
’Is this the power of an Exotic Treasure?’
’It’s too powerful!’
Wenren Xiao, a master at the Refining Spirit Eighth Layer Heaven, had been killed instantly by a single blast of light from the Exotic Treasure in Wen Qingye’s hands. It was simply too shocking.
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’Who else could possibly stop Wen Qingye?’
In truth, Wen Qingye was an arrow at the end of its flight, a lamp with its oil spent. That single attack had completely drained his Primordial Qi. Yet, he looked at the crowd with a calm and indifferent expression, his face betraying nothing.
Wen Qingye’s gaze swept over them one by one. Everywhere his eyes landed, people grew terrified and quickly averted their gazes, avoiding his eyes.
"Wen Qingye, I don’t want this Array Disc anymore! You can have it!" Zhou Yuling said, waving her hands hurriedly as soon as his eyes fell on her.
With that, Zhou Yuling led the people of Lan Country and fled toward the Ancient City, terrified that Wen Qingye would be seized by a murderous impulse.
The others who met Wen Qingye’s gaze were all trembling with fear. Sweat poured down their foreheads, and they stood by without daring to even breathe too loudly.
"Let’s go!"
"Go, let’s go!"
With pale faces, the crowd began to depart, some carrying the bodies of their countrymen. A quick glance revealed that of the original seventy or eighty people, only a little over thirty remained.
Wen Tongyu’s face was ashen. He stared at the man before him. In that brief moment, he understood that the gap between them was as vast as the one between heaven and earth.
An insurmountable gap! Beyond all comparison!
At this moment, Wen Qingye was the master of this place.
Wen Qingye stood with his sword in hand, watching the surrounding crowd. One by one, they lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. He couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. He looked up at the distant sky, a sense of melancholy filling his heart.
’Among all the geniuses of the Sixteen Countries, it seems there is only me!’
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Ling Yao was ecstatic, rambling almost incoherently, "Excellent! Wonderful! A reward! Give him a grand reward! Whatever he wants, give it to him!"
Beside him, Liu Ying sighed inwardly. A flash of killing intent toward Situ Haoming flickered in his heart before he said helplessly, "Your Majesty, do you truly believe Wen Qingye still cares about your rewards now?"
Ling Yao faltered, then said urgently, "Win Wen Qingye over! We must win him over! Qig Mountain Academy, the Wen Family, and everyone and everything related to him—bring them all to our side!"
"Yes, yes," Liu Ying replied quickly.
Down below, Wen Xu stood with his head bowed, hearing every single word Ling Yao said. A cold chill crept through his heart. He was so full of regret right now he could have killed himself.
Outside the Thousand Rivers Secret Land, the leaders of the Sixteen Countries were completely silent.
All the geniuses from the other Fifteen Countries had fallen this year. Though not all were dead, the casualties were still heavy. The crowd fell silent, as if remembering the oppressive feeling brought upon them seven hundred years ago by a person named Tang Yue.
Wang Hao watched the Water Curtain and chuckled. "This Wen Qingye has quite the disposition."
Yanl Yu nodded. "Mm, he can be considered a talent worth molding."
Ling Xiao stood there, feeling exceptionally thrilled. He was the one who had witnessed everything. He had seen the entire process and watched as a seemingly impossible opportunity came to fruition.
Wang Hao walked up to Ling Xiao with a wide grin and said, "Congratulations to your Celestial Martial Country. I imagine you’ll be receiving a great deal of resources this time around."
Hearing Wang Hao’s words, Ling Xiao grew even more excited, his hands starting to tremble.
Meanwhile, the stewards from the other Fifteen Countries watched Ling Xiao with envy. They knew that the Celestial Martial Country, suppressed for so many years, was finally about to erupt.
The balance of power among the Sixteen Countries was about to be reshuffled in the coming years.
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Wen Qingye didn’t keep a single one of the Talisman Seals and Array Discs looted from Wenren Xiao, Seventh Young Master, Luo Xue, and Tong Tian. He gave them all to Yann Chuxue and the others from the Celestial Martial Country.
"Thank you. I will repay this favor in the future," Yann Chuxue said seriously, looking at Wen Qingye as she accepted the Array Discs and Talisman Seals.
Wen Qingye nodded silently. He knew that everyone had their own pride and principles, and that some things were better left unsaid.
Wen Qingye glanced at Wen Tongyu, then turned and left without another word.
Nie Shuang glanced at Wen Qingye’s departing back, then looked at Wen Tongyu and sighed. "Wen Qingye is the true number one genius of the Celestial Martial Country. If the Wen Family knew, they’d probably cough up blood from anger."
Cheng Yu sighed in amazement. "Wen Qingye is simply a monster. The Celestial Martial Country hasn’t produced such a remarkable figure in over seven hundred years."
"Indeed," Yann Xiangyang said with a wistful sigh, nodding.
Everyone silently gathered the Talisman Seals and Array Discs before departing.
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, three days had gone by. The struggles within the Ancient City grew even more intense, but because of Wen Qingye’s presence, the territory of the Celestial Martial Country remained the most peaceful.
As long as he was there, no one dared to make a single move against the Celestial Martial Country.
Meanwhile, Wen Qingye was cultivating quietly by himself in a corner of the Ancient City, waiting for the Thousand Rivers Secret Land’s exit to open.
The conflicts between the various nations became somewhat fragmented without Wen Qingye and the other major players, but they were still just as cruel and merciless.
On this day, the aura in the center of the Ancient City began to grow extremely unstable.
Everyone looked up at the sky. They knew the Array had activated, and its activation signaled the end of the trial in the Thousand Rivers Secret Land.
A heart-pounding journey had come to an end!
Unforgettable!
Impossible to forget!
Still, many felt unwilling to accept the end, but there was nothing they could do now. Looking at the white light, many of them sighed inwardly.
Immediately after, however, they felt incredibly fortunate. Looking at the sparse crowd around them, they realized that simply being alive was the greatest victory of all.
This session in the Thousand Rivers Secret Land had one of the highest death rates in its history, especially after Wen Qingye’s final battle, which left rivers of blood and fields of bones in its wake.
Everyone gathered in the center of the Ancient City, watching the Array pulsating with white light.
Compared to the number of people who had first arrived in the Thousand Rivers Secret Land, not even half remained. Everyone couldn’t help but sigh again.
Even experts as strong as Wenren Xiao and Guann Xuan had died. How could they, the survivors, not feel fortunate?
One by one, the crowd walked into the Array and vanished from the Thousand Rivers Secret Land.
