Chapter 1120: Chapter 164: You Are Not Qualified to Know
In the deep valley, this is the last place where the Soul Beads are being refined.
On the earthen slope, a young man stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the densely packed heads below… His gaze was indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about the progress of the refinement below.
Soon, another young man arrived at the slope, “Shiyu!”
It turned out that this young man standing with his hands behind his back was none other than Gongsun Shiyu, a notable figure of the Xuanyuan Palace’s Qian Division, who had awakened a part of the Yellow Emperor’s bloodline within the branch of the Gongsun Clan.
After being defeated by the Fiery Cloud Evil God and forced to retreat, Gongsun Shiyu sought a place to heal. Once recovered, he began participating in the refinement of the Million Soul Orb.
In this foggy region, they quietly opened up numerous deep pits under the cover of the dense fog—since the outside world was almost pletely cut off from the fog, one Soul Orb after another was successfully refined without the Bureau’s notice.
They also did their best to search for the trapped people within the fog, not realizing that most of this fog-covered area had already bee a dead zone.
“Zhi Shui, you’ve returned.” Hearing this, Gongsun Shiyu turned around.
Gongsun Zhishui was someone who had grown up with him since childhood. They received clan teachings together, practiced martial arts together, and participated in the War Spirit inheritance together, almost inseparable since birth.
This time, Gongsun Zhishui’s War Spirit was accidentally destroyed while capturing Nero, so he had no choice but to return to Xuanyuan Palace ahead of time and select a new War Spirit from the Hall of Valiant Spirits.
“There was a small problem inheriting the War Spirit, but it’s resolved now.” Gongsun Zhishui said solemnly.
“What kind of War Spirit?” Gongsun Shiyu asked slowly.
Gongsun Zhishui smiled slightly, “Quite lucky, I was chosen by the First Generation War General Heroic Spirit.”
Gongsun Shiyu slightly opened his mouth—the so-called First Generation War General Heroic Spirits were those generals who followed Emperor Huang in his campaigns. Their souls were preserved in a special way and are the strongest Heroic Spirits within Xuanyuan Palace.
The direct descendants of the First Generation Heroic Spirits are called Second Generation Heroic Spirits, and so on, until the Fourth Generation, which is collectively called the Fifth Generation War Spirit.
When Gongsun Shiyu and Gongsun Zhishui received the War Spirit inheritance together, Gongsun Shiyu, due to the awakening of the Yellow Emperor’s bloodline, obtained a First Generation War Spirit during his first contact, and a very prominent one at that, whereas Gongsun Zhishui only obtained a Second Generation War Spirit.
“Unexpectedly, misfortune turned into a blessing for you.” Gongsun Shiyu nodded and, gazing into the distance, whispered, “First generation… you’re slowly catching up, Zhishui.”
At this moment, Gongsun Zhishui did not notice the slight discord in Gongsun Shiyu’s tone, “Perhaps my ancestors have responded to me, I cannot be the one holding everyone back in these circumstances.”
As he spoke, Gongsun Zhishui walked to the edge of the slope, looking at the mass of figures below, frowning, “Shiyu… do we really need to help Lai Caisheng to this extent? Although as martial cultivators, we don’t speak of karmic sins, your Huangji Jingshijing after all cultivates for the benefit of the world… it follows the path of humanity.”
“I know my limits.” Gongsun Shiyu shook his head, “The Huangji Jingshijing is the supreme martial art for the Huang Di Bloodline. Since ancient times, very few have ever advanced it to the Emperor’s realm, and only its founder, Emperor Huang, has reached the highest realm, ‘Emperor of the World’… Now, I have lingered at the ‘Emperor’s realm’ for long without breakthrough. Do you know what I’m missing?”
“What is it?”
“Dragon Qi.” Gongsun Shiyu gazed coldly again at the mass of heads below, “The Dragon Qi of the True Dragon Emperor… Only by being an Emperor of the human world and bringing the Dragon Qi of the True Dragon Emperor into my body can I take another step and step into the ‘Emperor’s realm’ of the Huangji Jingshijing.”
“Is this… what Lai Caisheng promised you?” Gongsun Zhishui asked suddenly and gravely from behind.
“Did he promise me?” Gongsun Shiyu said indifferently, “The young generation of Xuanyuan Palace’s Qian Division will arrive shortly. I’m allowing him to fulfill his lifelong wish, after that… this world will be mine. No one is granting anyone anything.”
Restoring the imperial system, founding a new dynasty, and breaking into the new realm of the Huangji Jingshijing as an emperor to seek the ultimate power… this is Gongsun Shiyu’s ultimate goal.
Yet, the doctrine of Xuanyuan Palace is to remain hidden, only intervening when the Divine Land is in peril… Gongsun Shiyu’s ideology is tantamount to breaking the millennia-old precepts of Xuanyuan Palace.
Not to mention whether the elders of the Qian Division will agree, the Kun Division would likely be the first to step out against it.
Gongsun Zhishui sighed, “The three great martial arts of Xuanyuan Palace, Huangji Jingshijing is just one. With your talent, if you’d cultivated the other two great martial arts, you’d have already reached the pinnacle… Why force this path?”
“Because only the Huangji Jingshijing can ascend to the highest peak… the highest scenery.” Gongsun Shiyu said faintly, “Just like the Godly Land, at the pinnacle, or that golden-haired woman… that ultimate power. What color is the world in their eyes… don’t you want to know?”
Gongsun Zhishui was silent for a moment, deciding to skip this topic, “On my way here, I stopped by Lai Caisheng’s side. It seems he thinks there are enough Soul Orbs. This final pit may be dispensable.”
“Since this one is already halfway refined, we may as well finish it.” Gongsun Shiyu said evenly, “Inside are only Pseudo-Objects, few possessing True Souls… Besides, Xuanyuan Palace isn’t the netherworld, why care for the Six Paths of Reincarnation?”
But just as Gongsun Shiyu finished speaking, chaos suddenly erupted below.
Gongsun Shiyu was merely overseeing this final pit; the actual refinement was being carried out by a group of men in black wearing bronze masks.
These people or demons, summoned by Lai Caisheng, had already lost hope long ago. No matter how many atrocities they mitted, it made no difference to them.
As they say, a dead pig isn’t afraid of boiling water, it’s probably like that.
“Let’s go down and have a look.” Gongsun Shiyu said softly, gently tapping his toe.
Like a Jinghong.
…
On the edge of the sky hole, a man in black had his sleeve torn off, not just that, his bronze mask was also shattered, revealing half of a scarred, aged, and terrifying face.
And in front of this man in black stood a young boy appearing only thirteen or fourteen years old… a monster.
This young boy-like monster also had a ten-centimeter-long wound on his shoulder—at this moment, he was on all fours, like a wild beast untamed.
Behind this young boy stood another slightly older-looking teenage boy.
This slightly older boy said calmly, “Zhuifeng, I told you, if you throw a punch, you must go all out. You could have finished this guy with a single punch, but your hesitation let him escape with his life!”
At this moment, the young boy’s ferocious face turned bitter melon-like, “Big brother, even if you say that… I really don’t understand what it means to ‘go all out’…”
“Figure it out yourself.” The slightly older young man snorted, turning his back, his eyes fixed intently on the blood-like Spiritual Energy churning within the sky hole.
Meanwhile, on the edges, a man in black was repeatedly casting spell formulas into the deep pit, seemingly oblivious to the events happening outside.
Zhuifeng sighed, slumping his head, once again putting on a facade he assumed was fierce, facing the man in black before him.
Hmm, although a bit tricky to handle, pared to Sun Xiaosheng, it was much easier to deal with—at least he wasn’t the one being thrashed.
The conversation between these two young men… Zhuifeng and ‘Mo Xiaofei’ was overheard word for word by the man in black whose Bronze Mask had shattered.
At this moment, he was so furious that his five orifices were on fire. “How dare you, brat! You’ve absolutely infuriated me!!!”
Observing the man in black seemingly desperate, his face turning crimson instantly, Zhuifeng’s heart at once skipped a beat—ever since ‘Mo Xiaofei’ started acting abnormally, he really rammed into everyone he saw.
For instance, this time, after ‘Mo Xiaofei’ saw the living being pushed into the deep pit here, he inexplicably flew into a rage, directly kicking him out—then exchanged a few moves with this man in black.
A state of going forward fearlessly… Zhuifeng indeed didn’t move, as if recalling something similar Sun Xiaosheng had mentioned while coaching.
But even if he didn’t move, it didn’t deter Zhuifeng from facing the battle then—although he couldn’t achieve a state of fearlessness, giving it his all was never the wrong path.
Facing the desperate onslaught of the man in black, Zhuifeng stacked Greedy Wolf Divine Skills on himself, then unleashed the fist techniques he learned from ‘Mo Xiaofei’—which by far was Zhuifeng’s most formidable means of attack.
Emperor’s Supreme Shock World Fist First Form*Greedy Wolf Divine Skill ‘Swift’ *Greedy Wolf Divine Skill ‘Mighty’ *Greedy Wolf Divine Skill ‘Vajra’!
A mighty punch not even fully delivered yet had already stirred up waves and fierce winds, scattering debris around—Zhuifeng’s momentum skyrocketed at that instant.
This wasn’t a maneuver driven by martial cultivators’ strength, but a bination infused with massive demonic power, along with a bit of strength Zhuifeng had cultivated recently; the potent demonic power added an eerie aura to the punch seemingly capable of swallowing the world.
Fully focused, Zhuifeng’s essence, energy, and spirit almost twisted into one… Though still clueless about the real state of fearlessness, at that moment, he had only a strong desire.
That was to deliver this punch… and knock down the opponent before him.
Not far away, sensing the plexity of Zhuifeng’s punch, ‘Mo Xiaofei’ had a flash of intrigue in his eyes, nodding slightly in satisfaction, “Instinct, perhaps… maybe I’ve released a monster.”
Right then, the man in black stood motionless, entirely overtaken by the momentum of Zhuifeng’s punch!
Finally, Zhuifeng’s momentum was about to soar to its peak—all the power within him almost twisted into one force, reaching an extreme where it must burst forth!
Yet, at this instant, an equally magnificent momentum suddenly emerged!
This sudden, majestic momentum seemed quite similar to Zhuifeng’s punch, yet more refined!
Zhuifeng’s momentum, which was about to peak, deflated like an air-leaking balloon with this new momentum; in haste, Zhuifeng could only barely deliver his punch!
Bang—!!!
A loud crash!
The fist didn’t hit the man in black but met another fist—Gongsun Shiyu’s fist!
The shockwave from the collision of the two fists instantly knocked down the soulless living beings scattered around, toppling them like dominoes.
In the end, Zhuifeng spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, actually forced back by Gongsun Shiyu’s punch, his body thrown backward, crashing hard into a massive boulder.
Seeing this, ‘Mo Xiaofei’ suddenly sighed, “What a pity.”
Gongsun Shiyu at this moment squinted, his voice cold as he asked, “What’s a pity?”
‘Mo Xiaofei’ casually glanced at Gongsun Shiyu and said indifferently, “Had you been slower by just a breath, his punch momentum would have been plete, reaching its perfection, allowing its power to be fully exerted, and his fist technique would have advanced further.”
Saying so, ‘Mo Xiaofei’ yet shook his head, “But it’s no matter; martial learners must be resilient and indomitable. His time learning has been short, and although astonishingly gifted, his foundation remains unstable. This failure might not be a bad thing. If he can reclaim this in the future, his punch intent will naturally be more balanced and perceptive; you could say you’ve done a service.”
Gongsun Shiyu merely stared at this young guy before him—this guy carried an extraordinary aura pletely mismatched with his young age.
In fact, Gongsun Shiyu’s strength was running slightly erratically at this moment, which rather surprised him.
Gongsun Shiyu then solemnly asked, “Where did you learn this demonic fist technique from?”
‘Mo Xiaofei’ pletely ignored him; two thousand years ago, he was always the one to question the world, and who dared to directly question him!
He pointed towards the sky hole sternly and asked, “How dare you evil demons craft such a malevolent object here, what are you scheming?”
“Lord Gongsun, the Soul Orb is about to be pleted, do not let anyone destroy it, ruining the Lord’s grand plan! Please, strike down this person and this demon!” screamed the man in black with a shattered mask.
“How dare you!” This utterance stirred ‘Mo Xiaofei’s latent ruthlessness, his eyes cast toward the man in black as he sternly declared, “You deserve to die!”
Just two simple words.
With a thud, the man in black’s knees instantly slammed into the ground—so hard that it cracked the earth!
But more terrifying, the man in black’s head lowered at this moment.
Rushing forward, Gongsun Zhishui quickly checked and immediately displayed a stunned expression, looking at Gongsun Shiyu, saying gravely, “Dead.”
“Deciding life and death with a word, action following thought…” Gongsun Shiyu’s voice squeezed out of his throat, “Who are you?”
“You…” ‘Mo Xiaofei’ replied calmly, “are not qualified to know.”
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