Capítulo 1494: Chapter 1490: Oppression (Third Update)
Two days later.
Qing Jian Tomb.
The outer layer of Qing Jian Tomb is a mountain forest, known as Qingjian Mountain. This forest has existed since the distant ancient tis. It’s perpetually shrouded in thick fog, the woods dense, the air moist, and filled with haze.
And deep within Qingjian Mountain lies a cetery — the true Qing Jian Tomb.
In Qing Jian Tomb are buried the corpses of forty-nine renowned sword masters; within, Sword Qi proliferates, and Evil Qi runs rampant, marking it as an extrely dangerous place, though it also holds opportunities.
Qing Jian Tomb opens from ti to ti, but its timing is unpredictable; sotis it opens every few thousand years, other tis every ten thousand years.
When not open, Qing Jian Tomb seems to vanish as if it were nonexistent, lost within the vast fog, impossible to find.
At this mont.
On Qingjian Mountain, on a mid-slope in front of Qing Jian Tomb, a sea of people has gathered.
All swordsn are waiting, waiting for the imminent appearance of Qing Jian Tomb.
Each one holds a longsword, their auras fierce; they speak little, their eyes sharp and determined, donning tiless blue or white flowing garnts, embodying the typical swordsman’s attire.
These swordsn have rushed here from all over the Great Luo Heaven in the past few days, with Qing Jian Tomb as their final destination.
After climbing Qingjian Mountain, they began moving towards the inner layer.
Among the sea of swordsn, one person, dressed in a gray robe, has concealed their body and face, holding a very ordinary sword in hand.
He moves alone.
This person is Wu Qi.
More than half a year has passed, and Wu Qi has reached the Middle Stage of the Eighth Level of the Humanity Daoism Realm, advancing swiftly, with strength far beyond his realm, easily slicing through standard Ninth Level Martial Artists like chopping vegetables.
“Yuaan Suifeng…” Wu Qi walked while thinking of this na. No matter how arrogant he was, he couldn’t believe he could survive under Yuaan Suifeng’s hand at this mont.
No matter how monstrous Wu Qi’s progress, he’s only a na on the Divine Pavilion’s potential list, while Yuaan Suifeng is a Nine-Star Disciple of the Jiucang Divine Pavilion, ranked forty-third on the Heavenly Dao list.
If he t Yuaan Suifeng, even though Wu Qi didn’t want to admit it, the fact was, Yuaan Suifeng would only need one move to kill him!!!
Yet, despite this, he had no intention of backing down.
A swordsman must focus solely on the path of the sword, fearless and undaunted.
Besides, having co this far, it was difficult to leave.
Suddenly.
From his ears.
A clamor of excited voices:
“Look quickly, it’s… it’s Yuaan Suifeng.”
“He really ca!”
“How terrifying. Just look at the sword in his hand, murderous intent forms the shell, his Sword Intent is the hilt.”
“Heav… Heavenly Dao Realm Eighth Level Peak, truly frightening.”
“With Yuaan Suifeng here, we’re unlikely to get any benefits from Qing Jian Tomb.”
“It’s said that Yuaan Suifeng is here to kill one person, not for Qing Jian Tomb itself, so maybe he won’t compete for its benefits.”
…
Wu Qi slightly raised his eyes, looking towards a spot about six hundred ters to the left and behind him.
In his line of sight was a young man, dressed in red, in a blood-red robe, holding a blood-red longsword. His appearance was ordinary, blending into the crowd, but his aura was top-notch, bringing an overwhelming urge to kneel in respect.
He seed to have so cleanliness obsession, hair standing upright, spotless, not a stray hair, eyes black, calm yet cold.
That person was indeed Yuaan Suifeng.
Under the gray robe, Wu Qi’s expression was extrely serious!!!
Just a glance at him felt like being ripped apart by Sword Intent.
So strong.
The next mont.
Yuaan Suifeng abruptly vanished, inexplicably disappeared.
However.
Just as Yuaan Suifeng disappeared.
The buzz of chatter erupted again.
“Look, there’s Wang Zhixing.”
“The one beside him should be Zheng Ci.”
“Two more disciples of Jiucang Divine Pavilion. Though not as good as Yuaan Suifeng, they’re still Eight-Star Disciples!”
“That kid nad Wu Qi suddenly beca famous! What did he do to provoke the Jiucang Divine Pavilion into such a large-scale manhunt? It’s terrifying.”
“The Divine Pavilion, indeed terrifying. Wang Zhixing and Zheng Ci are apparently both at the Seventh Level of the Heavenly Dao Realm. Truly fearso.”
“It’s not just Wang Zhixing and Zheng Ci. Look over there, those people seem to be Bai Mu from the Bai Family, Ning Chi from the Ning Family, and Xing Qingjian from Shifang Sect. Although they’re not from the Jiucang Divine Pavilion, they’re among the outstanding young generation of the pavilion’s affiliated forces, their rankings on the Divine Pavilion’s potential list aren’t low either.”
…
“Damn it!!!” Wu Qi cursed softly, under great pressure.
No choice.
Not to ntion Yuaan Suifeng, Wang Zhixing, Zheng Ci; even Bai Mu, Ning Chi, Xing Qingjian, he couldn’t confidently handle them now.
Bai Mu, Ning Chi, Xing Qingjian were all solid existences at the Ninth Level of the Humanity Daoism Realm.
Their rankings on the Divine Pavilion’s potential list were all within the top fifty.
Just then.
Suddenly.
“Has anyone among you seen Wu Qi?” Zheng Ci spoke, his presence gave off a feeling of concealnt, sinister, like a needle prick. His voice was oppressive and sowhat sharp, holding a gray-black longsword, long and thin, more like a long needle than a traditional sword.
Zheng Ci coldly scanned the sea of swordsn, aloof and disdainful eyes devoid of concealnt.
Then.
Heads shook; many swordsn shook their heads.
Wu Qi didn’t shake his head, but he also wouldn’t foolishly stand out.
He wasn’t afraid of death, but he wouldn’t seek it.
At that sa mont.
Zheng Ci produced a beast skin portrait.
The portrait: a face — Wu Qi!!! Lifelike!
Zheng Ci raised the beast skin portrait, his voice raising a notch: “Has anyone seen this face? There’s a reward in it for you.”
Upon hearing about a reward, many swordsn’s eyes lit up, turning towards that portrait.
Ninety-nine percent of swordsn hadn’t seen Wu Qi.
However, there were still a few swordsn with an impression, after all, although Wu Qi used a gray robe to cover, he didn’t completely conceal his face.
Those few swordsn were eager, their eyes starting to waver.
Wu Qi lowered his breath, gripping his longsword tightly, highly alert.
Silence ensued for several breaths before finally, soone could not resist any longer.
Among the sea of swordsn, a thick-browed, tall young man hesitated, then stood up, “Rea… really there’s a reward?”
“Speak.” Zheng Ci’s gaze locked onto the person, spat out a single word, tossing out a Crystal Bottle.
Once the Crystal Bottle reached his hand, the thick-browed, tall young man’s breath quickened, thrilled, the Elixir in the Crystal Bottle was of high rank.
He quickly bowed, respectfully said: “Young Master Zheng, the person you’re looking for, I’ve seen. He’s wrapped in a gray robe, covering himself thoroughly.”
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