Chapter 136: Snowflake Sword Formation
Upon hearing this, Chongsheng raised his hand, pinched his charred ear, and complained, "Could you please keep your voice down? I'm not wearing earmuffs."
"Ugh..." Xiang Kui gritted his teeth in anger, swinging the two iron hammers with a "crackling" sound. He couldn't even smash them on the ground. If it weren't for the fact that he was reborn as a brother, he would have wanted to give him two big hammers right then and there!
"Alright! Have a drink! Why keep brooding?" Ying Qing said, tossing a jar of wine to the two of them.
Reborn, sensing the aura, reached out and grabbed the wine jar, immediately gulping down two mouthfuls. Xiang Kui, however, shouted at Ying Qing, "Why didn't you say a word during the meeting?! Have you been too comfortable for too long, and can't even swing your halberds anymore?"
At this moment, Chongsheng handed the wine jar to Xiangkui, who snapped, "I'm not drinking! I'm not in the mood!" and turned his head away.
Seeing this, Chong Sheng immediately threw the wine jar directly to Ying Qing. Xiang Kui, seeing this, roared again, "I haven't even drunk it yet!?"
"I told you to keep your voice down, you're practically deafening me. I'd better stay away from you," Chong Sheng complained, slowly approaching Ying Qing from behind.
Ying Qing gazed at the distant Sishui River and said, "Cherish the present moment, for this battle will come sooner or later." He then took a sip of wine and tossed the wine jar to Xiang Kui.
Xiang Kui took the wine jar and said softly, "That's right! It was only a matter of time..." He then raised the jar and drank heartily.
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Shen Qianying stood alone in the courtyard, a gentle breeze causing pink petals to dance on the ground. His deep eyes were lowered in thought, the jade pendant in his hand swaying slightly. He recalled the day he orchestrated the martial arts contest for marriage: Shangguan Qinghuan had used a Heavenly Gate technique, it seemed that other members of the Heavenly Gate were still hidden in the Eastern Peak Continent! And what about my father's death…?
“Master! You’ve been standing here for a long time!” Cai’er said, placing a plate of pastries on the stone table.
Shen Qianying slowly turned around, lightly waving the Judge's Jade Pen in his hand, and said, "Cai'er, I am going to the Heavenly Palace. You must guard the Panlou Realm well!"
Cai'er was immediately worried upon hearing this and said anxiously, "Master, you've never given me such instructions before, no matter where you go. Will there be any danger going to the Heavenly Palace this time?!" Her face was full of concern as she spoke.
Shen Qianying raised his hand to stroke Cai'er's hair and replied gently, "Don't worry. With my current Saintly cultivation, if there are no hidden immortals in the world, no one can kill me. You can put your mind at ease."
Cai'er was relieved and asked in a clear voice, "What brings Master to the Heavenly Palace?"
Shen Qianying: "I can no longer obtain the Crimson Dragon Soul within Murong Hanchan's body, but fortunately, her martial arts cultivation is not bad. Given time, she will definitely be able to break through to the Transcendent Realm and reach the Saint Realm. At that time, she will be one of the helpers in opening the seal of the realm."
Cai'er suddenly realized what was going on and said happily, "Then Master must have someone to help you if you go to the Heavenly Palace! Congratulations, Master! You're one step closer to completing your mission."
Shen Qianying, however, was filled with worry and sighed, "Although the person has been found, I'm afraid things won't go as planned."
Cai'er asked, puzzled, "Is there some difficulty?"
Shen Qianying immediately said, "A few days ago, the power that surged into the sky from Tianji Palace was a perfect blend of Yin and Yang, and its domineering nature was unparalleled. It seems that Yu Linglong's cultivation has already reached the Saint level. Therefore, it is no longer possible to coerce her into working for me. I can only discuss matters and seek a deal or cooperation."
Cai'er listened, secretly saddened. Unable to share her master's worries, she felt even more disappointed and fell silent. Shen Qianxiang seemed to see through her thoughts, raising his hand to gently stroke her cheek and saying in a crisp voice, "Don't look so sad! Wait patiently for my return!" With that, he suddenly turned around, his skirt fluttering in the wind, transforming into a streak of light as he headed towards the Heavenly Palace.
“Master…” Cai’er called out, but the light had already disappeared from her sight.
In a short while, Shen Qianying arrived at the main gate of Tianji Palace, where a wind blade array blocked her from entering the windward platform.
"Using wind blades as an array, his cultivation has indeed reached the Saint level!" Shen Qianying said to himself. He immediately shouted in a deep voice, his true energy surged, and protective armor appeared out of thin air, revealing the figure of Shen Qian Jueying.
Shen Qianjueying raised his right palm to gather energy, and with a shout of "Ha!", the palm force surged out like a river. Then, with a loud "boom", the wind blade formation shattered.
"What's that sound?" a disciple in the training ground exclaimed in confusion, followed by a gust of residual force that swept over them. "That gust of wind... someone's breaking the formation! Everyone, follow me!" Dongxue hurriedly called out.
As soon as Dongxue finished speaking, before the crowd had even assembled, a clear, resonant voice rang out: "Eastern Emperor's Brush, Western Emperor's Martial Arts, the renowned sages of a thousand autumns are now ancient times, but the childhood dream remains in my heart. Today, I embark on the path of the martial world, to once again stir up the legends of brush and martial arts." Shen Qianjueying's cloak billowed, his gaze coldly fixed on the crowd present.
Upon seeing this, Dongxue stepped forward and asked sternly, "Who are you? Why are you forcibly entering my Tianji Palace?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Qianjueying pointed her jade hand and turned to the side, coldly saying, "You are not qualified to speak with me."
"Insolence!" Before Dongxue could answer, Youlan shouted and swung her sword at Shen Qianjueying.
Shen Qianjueying remained calm and composed, easily dodging Youlan's slashes and thrusts with her ghostly figure, her feet firmly planted like a mountain. Suddenly, she spoke: "Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot." As soon as she finished speaking, the tip of Youlan's longsword was firmly intercepted in her hand. In the blink of an eye, her right palm swiftly turned, and with a crisp "clang," the sword snapped in two! Immediately, the force of her palm struck outwards, sending Youlan flying.
"Watch out!" Dongxue saw this and flew over to catch Youlan. The moment they landed, Youlan coughed up blood and fainted on the spot.
With a fierce glint in her eyes, Dongxue gently laid Youlan down and sternly ordered Shen Qianjueying, "Set up the formation!" As soon as she finished speaking, the fellow disciples shouted "Ha!" and took their positions with their swords, forming the Tianji Palace's 'Snowflake Formation'.
In a short while, the six people dispersed in groups of six, forming a snowflake pattern. When the six groups came together, they formed an elephant snowflake pattern, and the thirty-six people surrounded Shen Qianjueying.
"Attack!" Dongxue shouted, and the North and South groups split up and rushed out. The six of them swung their swords and went straight for the leader of Shenqian Jueying. The six of them changed positions and attacked his lower body.
Upon seeing this, Shen Qianjueying had already gathered all her true energy into her body. Her cloak billowed behind her with the force of her movements, displaying a transcendent and saintly demeanor. She raised her eyes and said loudly, "What a fine formation!" As soon as she finished speaking, she moved, her two fingers and palms changing and overlapping, her feet also moving nimbly in coordination, combining offense and defense.
In an instant, the entire training ground was filled with gusts of wind and the incessant clang of swords. The snowflake formation was unpredictable and ever-changing, with attacks and defenses relayed back and forth, each figure moving at varying speeds. Some were as slow as falling leaves swaying gracefully, while others were as fast as eagles swooping down to pounce on their prey; every move was both beautiful and ruthless.
Shen Qianjueying moved swiftly among the crowd. Her fingers were like sharp sword blades, her palms like iron hammers and heavy knives, and her footwork, shifting between offense and defense, was like a dance in mid-air. Every move she made carried a powerful protective force, and no matter how sharp or penetrating the swords of the crowd were, they were all shattered within three fingers' distance of her body.
Inside the main hall of the Heavenly Palace, Yu Linglong remained seated in meditation, her spirit focused on protecting her. Hearing the commotion from the training ground, Ruoyue tensed, thinking to herself: "The Palace Master's consciousness has already deeply detached from her body; if disturbed now, she will surely die. The newcomer was able to easily break through the wind blade barrier; their martial arts cultivation must be above the Transcendent Realm! If my fellow disciples can't stop them… Palace Master, you must wake up quickly!"
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