N-A-A Chapter 27 Defeat the Supreme Master of Qingxia Sect
Chapter 27 Defeat the Supreme Master of Qingxia Sect
Day two.
East of Shizhai, deep in the wilderness.
Li Xian sat cross-legged on the red rock, his aura rising and falling like the tides.
A fragment of divine source transformed into a stream of light in the palm, equivalent to a hundred pounds of pure source. It flowed into the sea of bitterness along the meridians, a small portion replenishing vitality and the majority increasing one's foundation—a near-luxury.
The third transformation on the other side concludes.
The changes in the sea of suffering are earth-shattering.
The ordinary mortal body, once so mundane, now—sometimes surges with towering waves, sometimes remains as still as a bottomless abyss.
Above the sea, a naturally formed azure void appeared, with faint lightning intertwining and striking the crests of the waves, creating arcs of silvery-white light—the first signs of some strange phenomenon.
Through three transformations, the potential of the mortal body was unearthed to a new level.
Physical strength, divine power, divine perception, and reaction speed completely overwhelm ordinary cultivators from the other side.
Li Xian opened his eyes, clenched his fist, and felt the surging power within his body.
'Two bans are secured, and we're close to the threshold of three bans.'
He jumped off the rock and walked towards the stone village.
Lei Ying had been waiting at the village gate for a long time.
The girl changed into a clean blue cloth shirt, tied her hair into a ponytail, and had a short knife at her waist.
Since the Sea of Bitterness was opened, she has been cultivating according to the method left by Li Xian every day. Her complexion is much better than it was half a month ago, and the ends of her shoulder-length short hair are tinged with light silver. Her bloodline is awakening.
"Walk."
"Where to?"
"Collecting debts."
Lei Ying didn't ask any more questions and followed firmly.
……
Qingxia Gate.
For over a thousand miles along the eastern foothills of Zishan Mountain in the northern region, eighteen green peaks stand in a staggered formation, with waterfalls cascading down like ribbons, surrounded by clear water and shrouded in mist.
In the desolate northern region, this place is a veritable paradise on earth.
A stone staircase extends from the foot of the mountain to the main peak, with lush bamboo planted on both sides, and dewdrops clinging to the bamboo leaves.
At the mountain gate, a huge rock three zhang high lies horizontally, with the two characters "Qingxia" carved on the front. The strokes are vigorous and powerful, implying the Taoist spirit.
Four gatekeepers were idly sunbathing.
Since the seven Supreme Elders left the mountain, only the Sect Leader of the Qingxia Sect has been in seclusion, while the other disciples are as disorganized as a makeshift troupe.
Li Xian stepped up the stairs.
The four gatekeepers stood up simultaneously, their hands on their sword hilts, watching the two approaching figures with nervousness.
"stop!"
The leading disciple shouted at the top of his lungs, "What kind of cultivator are you? State your identity!"
Li Xian raised his hand.
The index finger flicked out.
A gust of wind pierced through the air and landed precisely in the center of the three-zhang-tall boulder.
"Crack."
Cracks spread from the point of contact with the finger, like a spider web, like lightning, instantly covering the entire boulder.
"boom!"
The massive boulder, measuring three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in height, exploded, sending fragments flying everywhere. The two characters "Qingxia" were reduced to dust.
The four gatekeepers were dumbfounded.
This stone was personally engraved by the founding patriarch of the Qingxia Sect. It is said to contain the Daoist essence of a half-step Immortal Platform expert, and it has stood there for three thousand years without anyone daring to touch it.
Now, it's been shattered with a flick of someone's finger.
"you--"
Li Xian waved his sleeve.
A fierce gust of wind swept through, and the weapons in the hands of the four men—a longsword, an iron spear, a hammer, and a halberd—broke apart simultaneously, scattering iron pieces and copper slag all over the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the four bodies were swept up by the gale and thrown out, crashing into the green pool outside the mountain gate with a "plop plop".
Water splashed everywhere.
Four heads popped out of the water, choked on some water, and were so frightened that they couldn't even speak.
Li Xian climbed the steps and took out banners with Dao patterns from the Sea of Bitterness.
Originally obtained from the Lingxu Cave Heaven, it has now been refined and engraved with sealing array patterns, enough to cover a whole area.
The flag was planted in the void around the main peak, and a curtain of light descended, enveloping the eighteen green peaks and the mountain gate together.
Ten directions are blocked.
Inside the Qingxia Sect, the cultivators were in an uproar.
The commotion of the giant rock shattering at the mountain gate startled everyone, and more than a hundred disciples poured out from various peaks, looking flustered.
A streak of light flashed first, revealing an old man with white hair and a gray robe, possessing the cultivation of the Other Shore Realm, who stopped ten feet in front of Li Xian.
"How dare you! Who are you to dare to challenge my Qingxia Sect—"
"I have a question for you." Li Xian looked up at him, her tone unhurried, "Did you know that the Qingxia Sect condones bandits plundering villages and killing people?"
The old man paused for a moment, then sneered:
"Is the life or death of those peasants worth braving all this trouble to climb the mountain? Chen Big Beard and the others are just doing their job for the sect; the mines and source stones should just be..."
He suddenly shut up.
Because he saw the look in Li Xian's eyes.
There was no anger or murderous intent in his eyes, only a chilling indifference as if he were checking accounts.
"it is good."
Li Xian said.
Raise your right hand, palm down, and press down into the air.
The old man's protective divine light was torn apart like paper, and an irresistible force crushed his meridians, bones, and internal organs from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
"Bang!"
The blood mist exploded, and bits of flesh splattered everywhere; there wasn't even time for a scream to escape.
The other shore realm is nothing more than a single palm strike.
The more than one hundred disciples stared in silence as they watched the blood mist drifting in the air.
"No……"
"Elder!"
"Enemy attack! Quickly, go and summon the Supreme Patriarch!"
In the chaos, a hoarse, furious shout silenced all the noise:
"stop!"
The disciples automatically made way for them.
An old man with a white beard walked out, leaning on a dragon-headed cane. He was wearing the highest-ranking gold-trimmed Taoist robe of the Qingxia Sect, his face was withered, and his eyes were sunken.
The aura of the Dao Palace Secret Realm was slowly released from his body, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble.
The last Supreme Elder of Qingxia Sect, and also the one who was recently promoted to Supreme Elder.
Li Xian looked at him without saying a word.
The white-bearded old man walked shakily forward, his cloudy old eyes scrutinizing Li Xian.
"May I ask... are you the one who killed seven of my Qingxia Sect's Supreme Elders?"
"Eight," Li Xian corrected, "and one more is about to be added."
The white-bearded old man trembled, and his cane struck the stone slab with a "thud".
"Chen the Bearded Man is my disciple," he suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse. "The source he offers every year goes into my Dao Palace. Without that source, I cannot break through to the other shore."
Li Xian nodded: "So?"
"Therefore, I know that you were justified in killing him."
The white-bearded old man slowly knelt down, his knees slamming onto the stone slab, tears streaming from his eyes.
"Young friend, I am already in my grave... I beg you to spare the life of my Qingxia Sect... Most of my disciples are innocent..."
The disciples around were completely silent, and the Supreme Elder knelt down, his back bent as well.
Li Xian looked down at the white-bearded old man kneeling on the ground.
"Your disciples burned down the houses of the people of Shizhai and broke a girl's finger." His voice was soft. "That girl took a beating for me without uttering a sound. Why should I let you go?"
The white-bearded old man's cheek twitched.
Then his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he sprang up!
The cane slipped from his hand, the dragon's head exploded, transforming into a blue-armored deity—the embodiment of the five internal organs nurtured by the Dao Palace!
The azure-armored deity wore a battle crown, held a bronze halberd, and was enveloped in wood-elemental spiritual power, emitting a piercing dragon roar.
At the same time, the white-bearded old man rolled up his sleeves, and more than a dozen flying swords and magical treasures came out at once, turning into a rain of swords and a stream of treasures.
"I've lived for four hundred years—not on my knees!"
The disciples in the hall were instantly invigorated; the Supreme Patriarch had unleashed his power!
Li Xian stood still, watching the overwhelming offensive.
He slowly raised his right hand, propelling the great sun forward, his hand seals changing—this was a secret offensive technique obtained from the corpse of a Supreme Elder of the Qingxia Sect.
Li Xian only took half of the move.
"sunrise."
Above their heads, a great sun rose vigorously in the void.
It's not that millstone-sized, empty-looking sun wheel from the Qingxia Sect.
Li Xian used his own essence to activate the seal, incorporating the crushing power of the Chaos Millstone. The sun wheel expanded rapidly, like a real star hanging in the sky.
Golden flames descended from the sky.
The Azure Armored Deity was the first to be affected.
The halberd cleaved towards the sun, the bronze melting upon contact with the fire. The halberd disintegrated, and the deity's blue armor peeled away piece by piece, revealing the ethereal torso below—the very essence formed from the condensed internal organs of the white-bearded old man.
Three breaths.
The blue-armored deity, along with more than a dozen flying swords and magical treasures, were all burned to ashes under the blazing sun.
The white-bearded old man groaned, black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth—the deity of the Dao Palace had been destroyed, and his internal organs had been injured as a result.
He turned and ran away.
That's too late.
As the last rays of the sun arrived, golden light enveloped the old man's withered body, burning layer by layer from the outside in, from his Taoist robe to his flesh and bones.
The figure of the white-bearded old man shrank, distorted, and turned black in the light.
It eventually turned into a cloud of black ash, which was scattered by the mountain wind.
Three inner disciples who tried to escape along the way were hit by the aftershocks, burned and fell to the ground, their screams echoing around them.
The great sun recedes.
On the eighteen green peaks, all the cultivators witnessed that scene.
A great sun burned away the gods of the Dao Palace, leaving not even the ashes of the Supreme Elder.
"thump."
"thump."
"Thump thump thump—"
One by one, the disciples knelt down on the ground. Some were limp and foaming at the mouth, while others trembled and wept.
No one had the will to fight anymore.
Lei Ying stood at the bottom of the stone steps, looking up at the figure standing among the green peaks, his clothes fluttering, filled with admiration and love.
A mountain breeze swept by, dispersing the last wisp of smoke and dust.
suddenly--
"Buzz!"
Deep within the main peak, the earth shook violently, and the mountain cracked.
A long howl pierced the air, carrying three distinct forces: the blazing fire, the vitality of wood, and the profound depth of water.
Three forces intertwined and soared into the sky, tearing open a corner of the light curtain and illuminating the entire heavens.
The stone steps are cracked, the green bamboo is broken, and the waterfall is cascading backwards.
At the summit of the main peak, a figure stepped out into the air.
A middle-aged man, dressed in a blue robe with dark hair, had a stern face.
His left eye shimmered with crimson light, while his right eye was a deep, emerald green. Between his brows, a drop of water remained suspended, refusing to fall.
The third level of the Dao Palace.
Fire, wood, and water—the three divine treasures opened simultaneously, and the phantom images of three deities appeared behind them, like three celestial gods overlooking the earth.
Xuan Qingzi, the leader of the Qingxia Sect.
"Who...slaughtered my Qingxia?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it shook the surrounding rocks for miles around, causing them to float in the air.
The kneeling disciples, as if they had met their saviors, burst into tears and shouted for the enemy to be killed.
Li Xian looked up at Xuan Qingzi, who was standing in mid-air, without any fear in his eyes.
He flexed his wrists, holding the monk's knife horizontally in front of him.
"The Dao Palace in its third heaven."
Li Xian's lips curled up slightly.
"Finally, I can go all out."