Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 974 - 970: Handwritten Letter

Leng Yuqing and Leng Qingfeng were hurrying over, skimming past the crowd of onlookers and landing beside Leng Tieya.

Leng Tieya smiled and said, "Big sister, you came one step late."

This was to prevent her from stopping him, so he directly snuck over, stood atop the Tongyun Restaurant, and let out a long howl, letting the entire city know.

It was also an opportunity to recover his own reputation and establish his prestige.

"I’ll settle accounts with you later!"

Leng Yuqing glared at him severely, turned her head to look at Meng Qi, and the stunning young lady beside him.

She coldly stared at the stunning young lady, "Miss Lu, congratulations."

Miss Lu, Lu Qiaozhen, clasped her fists and smiled apologetically, "Sister Leng, I’m sorry."

Leng Yuqing suddenly smiled, "There’s nothing to apologize for. For us women, matters of a lifetime are the most important. A woman fears marrying the wrong man; being cautious is not wrong. When you meet the wrong person, it’s right to have regrets."

Lu Qiaozhen was taken aback.

She never expected Leng Yuqing to say this, thinking she would be scolded instead.

Leng Yuqing said, "The only blame is my third brother not being up to par. If I were you, Miss Lu, between Young Master Meng and my third brother, I too would choose Young Master Meng."

"Sister Leng, you’ve misunderstood..."

"Misunderstood what?" Leng Yuqing asked puzzledly, "Isn’t it Young Master Meng?"

Leng Yuqing looked at Meng Qi and smiled, "Young Master Meng has good means. A beauty like Miss Lu is indeed worth pursuing and seizing."

Meng Qi glanced at her, then at Leng Tieya, too lazy to explain further, "Young Master Leng, since this is the case, there’s no need to say more. How about showing the truth in action?"

In the past, he wouldn’t even bother to say more than a sentence to Leng Tieya.

But now, he was taking it seriously.

The previous long howl had already shown that Leng Tieya’s cultivation wasn’t inferior to his own.

To ignore Leng Tieya was to deny himself. Such cultivation was worthy of respect.

He continued, "If I win, you hand over the Soul Suppressing Seal."

Leng Tieya said, "And if I win?"

Leng Yuqing lightly frowned.

To actually give up the Soul Suppressing Seal.

It’s a Demon Artifact!

The Leng Family doesn’t even have a Demon Artifact yet; this is the first one. It boosts the entire family’s status greatly.

"If I lose, I will never set foot in Zhongyun City again!"

"Haha..." Leng Tieya laughed.

Meng Qi frowned coldly, "What are you laughing at?!"

Leng Tieya laughed, "It seems that Young Master Meng isn’t confident about beating me."

"Do I need to compensate a Soul Suppressing Seal?" Meng Qi shook his head, "I don’t even have a Soul Suppressing Seal."

Leng Tieya said, "Then how about this: if I win, I get to see the Meng Family ancestor’s handwriting."

"What handwriting?"

"Naturally, it’s the Canghai’s Handwriting." Leng Tieya said, "The letter written by Meng Changhai."

He immediately laughed, "Could it be that Young Master Meng can’t even make this decision?"

He glanced around at the surrounding crowd of demons, smiling, "As a disciple of the Great Heavenly Demon Palace, your status in the Meng Family isn’t that low, is it?"

Meng Qi’s face darkened.

This was equivalent to exposing his scar.

He was able to enter the Great Heavenly Demon Palace because of a lucky encounter, soaring into the skies, unstoppable, thus recruited by the Great Heavenly Demon Palace.

In the Meng Family, he was merely a branch family member, not a direct descendant, and hadn’t received much of the Meng Family’s resources.

Though after becoming a disciple of the Great Heavenly Demon Palace, the Meng Family did tilt resources towards him, his status still didn’t match that of a direct descendant.

That’s why he thought of seizing the Soul Suppressing Seal.

If his status in the Meng Family were high enough, forcing the Leng Family to hand over the Soul Suppressing Seal, the Meng Family would grant it to him.

He couldn’t be certain that once the Meng Family snatched back the Soul Suppressing Seal, they would hand it to him.

Leng Tieya said, "If you won’t even agree to this, I really see no need to fight you!"

Meng Qi coldly said, "You’re the one who called me here, yet now you don’t want to fight?!"

Leng Tieya laughed, "Then our wager is fair, right? I feel like I’m at a great disadvantage."

"...Alright, I agree!" Meng Qi solemnly said.

Leng Tieya drew his sword with a swift motion, gently pointing it, and shouted softly, "Watch the sword!"

A pure white sword light, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, instantly crossed twenty meters, reaching in front of him.

Meng Qi pushed Lu Qiaozhen backward with his left hand, and with his right fist, struck out.

A faint shadow appeared around his fist, resembling a copper hammer.

The copper hammer was covered with strange patterns, with a faint golden light, blending ancient and splendid, meeting the pure white sword light.

He sensed that the range covered by the tip of Leng Tieya’s sword also enveloped Lu Qiaozhen.

Afraid that Leng Tieya would seize the opportunity to ruin Lu Qiaozhen’s appearance, retaliating for her broken engagement.

"Bang!"

The sword light and hammer shadow collided, shattering each other.

Meng Qi’s face slightly changed.

He discovered that the power of the sword light was stronger than imagined.

He couldn’t help but step back two steps, almost bumping into Lu Qiaozhen.

Lu Qiaozhen lightly frowned, looking at Leng Tieya.

She had entered the Great Heavenly Demon Palace due to a fortuitous encounter and had become a Heavenly Demon Second Grade.

The encounter greatly improved her aptitude, her spirit became stronger, and her senses were extremely keen.

She clearly sensed that Leng Tieya had reached Heavenly Demon First Grade, her beautiful eyes gazed at Leng Tieya.

She had her own fortunate encounter, and this Leng Tieya also experienced a similar serendipity.

The current Leng Tieya was like a completely different person from before, a transformation as if through rebirth.

This is indeed a fated enmity.

Leng Tieya chuckled lightly: "Young Master Meng, nothing more than this!"

He gracefully moved forward, and while in mid-air, he continuously pierced with his sword multiple times.

Rays of sword light like white rainbows shot towards Meng Qi, sealing off his surroundings.

Including Lu QiaoZhen.

As Lu QiaoZhen slightly furrowed her brows, two Lu Family guards stepped forward, slashing horizontally with their swords.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two Lu Family guards flew backward, spurting blood arrows in mid-air.

Yet that sword light was blocked briefly, slowed down, allowing Lu QiaoZhen to evade it.

"Bang!"

Meng Qi punched forward, the copper hammer reappearing, becoming even more distinct and doubling in size.

In the dull thudding sounds, the hammer shadows did not dissipate but continued to sweep across the other sword lights.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

A continuous string of dull thuds as sword lights clashed with numerous copper hammers.

Meng Qi protected himself, but could only guard himself without shielding Lu QiaoZhen.

Lu QiaoZhen floated to the top of another restaurant, evading the battlefield.

She glared angrily at Leng Tieya.

It was obvious that Leng Tieya was doing it on purpose, deliberately making her look foolish, showing his prowess.

Yet Leng Tieya had already engaged in close combat with Meng Qi, entangled together.

In his hands, the longsword turned into a sheet of white light, like wielding a piece of white silk, spiraling, attempting to wrap Meng Qi.

Meng Qi’s hands acted as hammers, pounding relentlessly, striving to break free from the white silk’s constraint formed by the sword light, preventing himself from being entangled.

Leng Yuqing turned her head to glance at Leng Qingfeng.

Leng Qingfeng remained silent, unable to comprehend or imagine Leng Tieya’s actions.

Seeing the scene now, he found it even more bewildering, questioning if he was dreaming.

Only in a dream could such absurd occurrences transpire.

Song Lianshuang, however, was not too surprised.

In her mind, Leng Tieya was supposed to be like this; after their previous encounter, he always seemed powerful to her.

The beautiful young girl beside her exclaimed, "Second sister, incredible!... Could it be that Third Young Master Leng is going to win?"

"Yes." Song Lianshuang nodded gently.

"It can’t be that easy, right?" The beautiful young girl said, "As a disciple of the Great Heavenly Demon Palace, he must have a trump card, right? It can’t be that simple to defeat him?"

"Brother Leng also has his own trump card."

Thus far, he had only used swordsmanship, not even utilizing the Soul Suppressing Seal.

This was unexpected for her.

She originally thought Leng Tieya would directly activate the Soul Suppressing Seal in a sneak attack.

Never anticipated him to engage so straightforwardly and honestly.

Moreover, showing such formidable swordsmanship and cultivation.

Now, who would dare say Brother Leng is weak?

Who wouldn’t praise such excellent swordsmanship, such cultivation?

Meng Qi suddenly let out a soft growl, his body suddenly contracting, his speed and power explosively rising.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

A series of hammer strikes shattered the white silk-like sword light, instantly reversing the situation.

All the surrounding demons gasped, was this the strength of disciples from the Great Heavenly Demon Palace?

Transformed in an instant, as if his cultivation doubled, how could one win against that?

Leng Tieya’s Sword Posture suddenly changed, from initially fierce to suddenly gentle, soft in stance.

But the surrounding demons could tell, it was the original Sword Move.

The sword tip traced out wisps of white silk, which intertwined together, getting struck by the copper hammer, only deforming, not shattering.

The white silk wrapped around, slowly binding Meng Qi.

Meng Qi’s slender form grew increasingly sluggish, his fists weighed down.

He glared furiously, his face flushed red, struck by a sense of powerlessness and despair.

Unwilling, the copper hammers aimed at Leng Tieya were all blocked by the white silk, which remained exceptionally resilient, impossible to shatter.

Watching himself ensnared by the white silk, struggling only tightened it further.

"Now!" Leng Tieya suddenly shook his sword.

The layers of white silk surrounding Meng Qi suddenly brightened, then contracted swiftly.

A white light shield appeared around Meng Qi, the Protective Treasure Clothes taking effect.

As a disciple of the Great Heavenly Demon Palace, each had a piece of Protective Treasure Clothes.

The white light shield couldn’t block the white silk, which penetrated the shield, entering Meng Qi’s body.

Meng Qi suddenly froze.

The sword tip had already reached his brow.

Leng Tieya smirked, holding his sword: "Young Master Meng, you’ve lost."