Chapter 1425: Seizing the Bridge, Blowing Up the Waterway (Sixteen) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
The sound of the drums from both armies could not penetrate Yuan Nujun's ears.
Only Ji Moqiu's casual request kept looping and amplifying in his mind, like sharp arrows stabbing into his heart.
Can the Queen shoot a second arrow of time?
Could this be a request?
Yuan Nujun gripped the large bow with increasing force, her knuckles taut and white, and said angrily, "Do you really think I can't take your life? This is a humiliation that I should pay with my life!"
Anger tinged her eyes with crimson, burning her cheeks. An endless killing intent churned in her chest, giving her the illusion that her self-respect had been ripped off and trampled on. The humiliation inflicted by that old hag Yuan was less than a tenth or a twelfth the impact of those words!
Jimo Qiu calmly looks back.
"Your Majesty has misunderstood. I sincerely request your assistance."
He knew that Her Highness's temperament was different in this life than before, but they had one thing in common—she made almost no demands on him. This troubled Ji Moqiu, who was used to being reserved.
It even created a rare sense of urgency.
Don't be fooled by his words that His Highness is undergoing tribulation. It's normal for him to be obscured by his past memories after entering the mortal realm and not remember himself. He will remember everything when he returns to his rightful place. Human gains and losses are nothing to worry about.
but--
His Highness has more demands on Qi Zhongshu and his associates than stars.
If only he had studied at the temple back then and learned more about governance, he wouldn't be watching His Highness toiling away day and night, burdened by official duties. Since she rarely asked, he insisted on granting her request—even if it meant incurring considerable bloodshed, the price was insignificant compared to His Highness's. Thus, he sincerely invited her.
However, the queen seemed to think he was being provoked.
If this path doesn't work...
He silently recited a divine incantation in his heart.
Calling upon the name of the true God allows one to communicate with the divine.
The "He" who is now supervising the examination is not "the Way of Heaven." Perhaps through communication, the other party can be persuaded to make some concessions, such as returning the effect of the previous Arrow of Time to oneself. Upon closer examination, the other party's unauthorized interference in worldly affairs is also not permitted by the rules.
It's wrong for test takers to cheat, but it's right for invigilators to tear up the exam papers?
In the darkness, there were voices that responded, regardless of gender.
The wording was concise and powerful, and the insults were very harsh.
I always felt that these were qualities that "He" should possess.
Ji Moqiu: "...Okay."
He had just disappointedly broken free of his divine communication state when he opened his eyes to see Yuan Nujun release her fingertips, and the arrow flew away with lightning speed, riding a silver-white thunderbolt, plunging the battlefield into an eerie silence.
Contrary to expectations, it was not stopped by the vine shield wall, but instead broke through the wall effortlessly, heading straight for Ji Moqiu's spiritual platform. The Gu worms in her sleeve, no longer under Ji Moqiu's control, flew out automatically, transforming into specks of starlight.
The moment the arrow was released, the Gu worms were torn apart.
Millions of souls resonated simultaneously, emitting a piercing shriek.
Luo San immediately noticed that something was wrong with the arrow.
He had seen the same scene before.
Mang Chong warned Ji Moqiu, "Get out of the way!"
The Time Bow Technique has three forms: one arrow travels forward sixty years, another arrow travels backward sixty years, and the third form is Annihilation Soul Split, which completely obliterates the existence of a living being. He suddenly turned his head to look at Lady Yuan, whose hair was nearly half white.
The firm skin texture is visibly slightly loose and dull.
The bowstring, seemingly unable to bear the weight, snapped at her withered fingertips.
"Die!"
Luo San cursed, "Madman!"
This woman is far more insane than Yuan Fu was back then.
Even Yuan Fu wouldn't be crazy enough to gamble so many years of his life for a dispensable enemy—the Central Allied Forces only give him a few salaries, why would he risk his life like this? If it were the first two moves, Luo San could still block them for Ji Moqiu, but the third move was absolutely out of the question.
So he gritted his teeth and retreated several feet.
I'll kill that woman later; that would be revenge for Ji Moqiu.
Unexpectedly, just a second ago—
Ji Moqiu said happily, "I'll accept this arrow."
His face fell the next second—
"Your Majesty, this is not the Time Arrow I requested." Ji Moqiu's emotions had gone through a rollercoaster. He had failed to communicate with "Her," and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the Time Arrow being delivered. Before he could even feel happy, he caught the arrow with his palm—and as the arrowhead pierced through flesh and blood, and the fierce martial energy tore through his meridians, he realized it wasn't what he expected—his joy vanished instantly. So, looking at the ashen-faced Lady Yuan, he said seriously, "This isn't the one I requested. It's the Time Arrow from last time. Your Majesty shot the wrong one."
She also destroyed many of his Gu worms.
Luo San saw a ghost: "...Are you alright?"
Yuan Nujun nearly broke the bow in her grip: "How can you be alright?"
Ji Moqiu didn't understand why she was so emotional, or why she had such a ferocious expression that seemed capable of devouring people alive. He calmly withdrew the Time Arrow from his palm, letting the wound spurt blood, seemingly feeling no pain: "It's just a minor injury. Why should I be in trouble?"
The wound wasn't located on his vital point; a normal person shouldn't die from a wound the size of a thumb, especially since Ji Moqiu was a high-ranking official of the eighteenth rank. If he went to find a military doctor now, the wound would heal completely by the time he was done.
"This third move can annihilate and shatter the soul!"
Unless the person struck by the arrow has an extremely strong soul, they can survive. Martial arts practitioners absorb the energy of heaven and earth to temper their flesh and blood, and their souls are not much stronger than those of ordinary people.
Ji Moqiu: "..."
He seemed to understand something.
The human soul is encased within the spiritual realm and the sea of consciousness. It appears fragile, yet nothing can damage it in the slightest. A classic example is a person who, while alive, is mutilated into dumpling filling, yet their soul remains intact after death. The Arrow of Time, however, is more sinister and an exception.
He focused his mind and entered his spiritual realm, and indeed saw a tiny dot on his "hand" that was barely visible to the naked eye, which was instantly smoothed out by the surging divine power. If Ji Moqiu had reacted any slower, he probably wouldn't have even seen that tiny dot: "...So that's how it is. She is a mortal, without spiritual insight. If the great bow in her hand had been drawn by some great god or demon, it might have troubled me."
Luo San's mind went blank for a moment.
"Aren't you an ordinary person?"
Listen to this, is this even human language?
"I am but a mortal, but—" As he widened his eyes, his sincerity and youthful spirit became even more apparent. "Firstly, the divine power I cultivate nourishes the soul; secondly, the deity worshipped by my clan is a soul-gathering artifact, and its properties affect believers. If I were to have my soul torn apart by such an arrow…"
The absurdity was akin to an ant casually sticking out a leg and tripping an elephant, causing it to fall and die—a death he couldn't accept. He looked troubled, glancing at Ms. Yuan, whose fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and sincerely suggested, "I've heard that the Arrow of Time has three forms; the second one can advance one's lifespan by sixty years. Why don't you give it a try?"
Sixty years ahead, I certainly won't be able to get rid of myself.
Even if the Soul Rift is annihilated, it is impossible to succeed.
However, things will be different in the next sixty years. He doesn't know how many years His Highness will remain in the mortal world during her tribulation; there's a certain probability it won't be sixty years. His fate will definitely depend on His Highness. What if, what if it's not sixty years? Perhaps she will win.
"Why don't you give it another try?"
Ji Moqiu smiled gently and sincerely, looking at Yuan Nujun whose eyes revealed a murderous glint, wishing he could point three fingers to the sky as a guarantee.
"I can promise not to move."
Luo San wanted to rush up and cover his mouth.
Didn't you see that this woman was so enraged that she was contemplating taking everyone down with her? Was this doll used on purpose or not?
Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.
Yun Ce was preparing to lead his troops across the bridge to launch a surprise attack on the rear of the Central Allied forces. The location of the stone fortress was vaguely visible, but no stirring war drums could be heard.
"...Something went wrong at the front? Why is it so quiet?"
()
Actually, if they don't draw the Love Tribulation, Tang Mei and the others can easily overcome their tribulations.
Encountering a love tribulation is certain death; if it's not a love tribulation, no matter how difficult the situation, it can be overcome.
PS: So what is the probability of experiencing ten love tribulations in a row?
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
