Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 982 - 978: Invitation

The downcast middle-aged man drifted down outside the group of demons, frowning as he watched.

He hesitated, watching from afar as the Heavenly Demons besieged.

The more crazed the Heavenly Demons became in their siege, they couldn’t stop Meng Qi’s fists.

The fists were like copper hammers, and as time passed, they showed no sign of exhaustion.

The copper hammers became even more substantial, seeming heavier and more powerful.

Song Zhixia asked, "Is he going to attack?... Could it be that he’s afraid?"

The middle-aged man hesitated and delayed, as if making a difficult decision.

Song Lianshuang curiously watched him to see what he was going to do.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked over.

His gaze seemingly pierced through more than three hundred meters to meet theirs at the mountain’s peak.

Leng Tieya smiled and nodded, expressing friendliness.

The downcast middle-aged man showed an awkward shyness, nodded, and quickly shifted his gaze.

He redirected his gaze towards Meng Qi and the others.

Meng Qi was unstoppable, advancing towards the mountaintop under the siege of the Heavenly Demons.

One by one, the Heavenly Demons spat blood and flew away, while Meng Qi appeared increasingly radiant.

Song Zhixia wondered, "Second Sister, Meng Qi’s getting stronger; he might be about to break through?"

Song Lianshuang lightly frowned and contemplated silently.

Leng Tieya said with a smile, "Breaking through in battle isn’t that easy."

Song Zhixia questioned, "Then..."

"He’s using a secret technique," Song Lianshuang explained, "stimulating potential and overdrafting power."

Leng Tieya nodded.

With Super Sensing Illumination, Meng Qi appeared more spirited as he fought, but his Demon Yuan was actually weakening and wouldn’t last long.

Of course, the ’not too long’ was enough to handle these Heavenly Demons.

Zhongyun City was a large city, but the number of Heavenly Demons was still limited, and not all had received the news.

Outside of taverns and tea houses, Heavenly Demons wouldn’t spread the news.

The more Heavenly Demons that knew, the more rivals for the treasure.

"So can he break through? What if he luckily breaks through?" Song Zhixia said.

Leng Tieya shook his head.

The downcast middle-aged man’s Essence Qi was just a threshold away from the Great Sky Demon, while Meng Qi was far from it.

"That’s good," Song Zhixia said. "It’d be too frustrating to see him break through. Better not to come and watch... these Heavenly Demons are so incompetent!"

"Why don’t you try it?" Song Lianshuang replied.

Song Zhixia pursed her lips.

These Heavenly Demons were inept, but she was even less competent herself. Going up would be offering herself up; she couldn’t last a single round.

Leng Tieya’s gaze constantly followed the downcast middle-aged man, never leaving him.

The downcast middle-aged man was struggling and hesitating as if making a life-or-death decision.

Leng Tieya’s expression grew increasingly solemn, faintly sensing danger.

Song Zhixia watched the Heavenly Demons being knocked away one by one, incessantly shaking her head and fiercely swinging a tree branch, angrily saying, "Not a single useful one here!"

"Brother Leng?" Song Lianshuang noticed Leng Tieya’s anomaly and asked softly.

Leng Tieya said, "This person seems suspicious... be cautious."

Song Lianshuang frowned, staring at the downcast middle-aged man but couldn’t see anything unusual: "What’s happening?"

Leng Tieya’s expression was solemn as he observed the downcast middle-aged man’s body gradually straightening, like a mountain rising abruptly from the ground, suddenly towering and extraordinary.

The momentum was overwhelming, immediately transforming into flames. His silhouette blurred, and then reappeared before Meng Qi.

Meng Qi’s fists had just sent two Heavenly Demons flying, and he was retracting his fists, unable to strike again in time.

He let out a roar, retreating as much as possible, his withdrawing fists tracing an arc before being punched out again.

Behind him, two middle-aged experts reacted swiftly, rapidly pushing their palms.

Two five-colored hand seals condensed in mid-air, roaring towards the downcast middle-aged man.

"Great Sky Demon," Song Lianshuang whispered.

The reaction speed of these two middle-aged experts was too fast, already surpassing the Heavenly Demon realm.

More importantly, the hand seals displayed five colors, which was a unique anomaly when the Great Sky Demon struck.

Leng Tieya chuckled lightly, "The Meng Family truly values Meng Qi."

The Heavenly Demons competing for Canghai’s Handwriting didn’t seem to notice anything amiss and weren’t aware that these two were Great Sky Demons.

Great Sky Demons could perceive Heavenly Demons, but Heavenly Demons needed the Great Sky Demon to release their aura to sense them.

At a critical moment, the two Great Sky Demons couldn’t disguise themselves, attacking with full force.

The downcast middle-aged man flickered, conjuring three silhouettes.

Two silhouettes each met a five-colored hand seal, while the third crashed into Meng Qi’s chest.

Meng Qi’s fists were still tracing arcs, unable to touch him, and was forcibly squeezed into his chest.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

The muffled sounds were like thunder, the downcast middle-aged man touched and left instantly, appearing ten meters away.

The three silhouettes merged into one, becoming clear, and the next moment turned blurry, appearing a hundred meters away.

Meng Qi spat out a mouthful of blood, his demeanor immediately wilting.

As if a punctured balloon, his original brilliance quickly dissipated.

The two middle-aged men didn’t pursue, watching helplessly as the downcast middle-aged man vanished into the distance.

"Quite impressive!" Song Zhixia exclaimed.

"He’s injured too." Song Lianshuang turned to Leng Tieya, "Isn’t he?"

Leng Tieya slowly nodded, "Suffered a serious injury... he’s quite formidable."

Song Zhixia said, "He recognized those are two Great Sky Demons, hence hesitated, but ultimately couldn’t resist Canghai’s Handwriting’s temptation?"

Leng Tieya nodded, then looked at Meng Qi and the two middle-aged men.

Their strike had already brought the Heavenly Demons around to a halt.

Meng Qi sat limply on the ground, his face pale.

He had taken a hit to the chest.

A palm had frozen him, then pulled out the scroll tube from his back, and fled afar.

The solid palm strike churned his insides, his Demon Yuan surged wildly, feeling utterly uncomfortable.

The gaze of the two Meng Family middle-aged men scanned everyone like lightning, and all Heavenly Demons were in awe, turning away.

With Canghai’s Handwriting stolen and two Great Sky Demons present, staying would inevitably invite their wrath, so it was wise to leave.

Leng Tieya shook his head, "Let’s go."

"Sigh... so dull," Song Zhixia shook her head repeatedly, feeling quite disappointed.

Song Lianshuang spoke softly, "Little sister, this was already exciting enough."

Song Zhixia said, "I thought the Heavenly Demons could keep Meng Qi, give him a proper beating, how many Great Sky Demons does the Meng Family have, to send two all at once!"

The Song Family had only two Great Sky Demons at most, yet the Meng Family dispatched two directly to escort Meng Qi—that was extravagant.

"They probably don’t have many; unwilling to let Meng Qi die, only then. Brother Leng, let’s go."

Leng Tieya scanned afar, waving his hand, "You two go on ahead; I’ll catch up soon."

Song Zhixia curiously asked, "Brother Leng, what are you going to do?"

Leng Tieya looked towards the slowly approaching, yet swift two middle-aged men: "They’re going to vent on Meng Qi."

The two middle-aged men zipped past the treetops, arriving at the mountaintop, appearing before Leng Tieya with icy gazes.

Leng Tieya smiled at them, "Such excellent hand skills, Meng Family’s hand skills?"

The two middle-aged figures were different, one burly, the other lean.

The burly middle-aged man spoke in a voice like rolling thunder, "Third Young Master Leng has quite an interest!"

"Meng Family’s methods," Leng Tieya said with a smile, "Who was that demon?"

"Humph!" The two middle-aged men simultaneously scoffed.

Leng Tieya smiled, "Looks like you two are aware, he doesn’t have a good reputation?"

The burly middle-aged man said coldly, "Chi Family traitor!"

"Chi Haoyang!" Song Lianshuang whispered softly, "Brother Leng, have you heard of him?"

"So, it was him!" Leng Tieya nodded slowly, "His cultivation is impressive, what a pity."

Only one step away, yet ultimately failed to obtain Canghai’s Handwriting.

"What pity is there for a traitor!" The burly middle-aged man said seriously, taking a deep breath and reluctantly saying, "If Third Young Master Leng has time, you can visit the Meng Family; we won’t trouble you!"

Song Zhixia’s eyes widened instantly, blinking, thinking she had misheard.

Leng Tieya chuckled, "Alright, I’ll visit the Meng Family then!"

He immediately understood the Meng Family’s intention.

Compared to the Soul Suppressing Seal, they obviously valued Canghai’s Handwriting more.