Invincible Dad-Chapter 790: Not Talking About Martial Morals_1
If having a thick skin counted as a weapon, her auntie would probably be invincible by now, Xu Yiyi thought. She carried the Yunxiao Sword on her back and jumped down from the city wall, surrounded by respectful and emotional gazes.
At just six years old, her cultivation boundary was higher than that of some old-timers who had cultivated for hundreds of years. The Golden Core cultivators from the Yunxiao Sect, as well as the other sects and pavilions, all shook their heads in unison. If they possessed such astonishing talent, could they have stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm? Perhaps they could have even glimpsed the world beyond it, their vision no longer limited to this tiny Earth.
The young are truly formidable. This thought rose in everyone’s mind simultaneously.
"Yiyi, come over and sit."
The elders of the Yunxiao Sect were the most cordial. This was not only because the sword belonged to their former Sect Leader, Li Qingzhou, linking her to the Yunxiao Sect through fate, but also because Yiyi’s father had revealed that the Moon King had deceived their sect for three hundred years. Although their Sect Gate had also been destroyed by Xu Lai, that was of no importance. It was an immense kindness for Senior Xu Lai, a man of profound cultivation, to pay the price of a Sect Gate to awaken them—a group of cultivators who knew only of cultivation and not of the treachery of the human heart.
To avenge Sect Leader Li Qingzhou and the others, and to resolve the karma from three hundred years ago, the Yunxiao Sect had left behind only a few elders with the potential to reach the Nascent Soul Realm and their youngest disciples. Every other cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm or above had rushed to Chang’an City, ready for a fight to the death with the Moon Clan.
As a result, the Hua Country Martial Dao Association had handed over control of the Chang’an City garrison to Chen Feihe, the current Sect Leader of the Yunxiao Sect.
Chen Feihe was a cultivator who had entered the sect at the same time as Li Qingzhou. They were not only martial brothers but also came from the same hometown and shared an extremely close bond. As Earth’s Spiritual Energy reawakened, Chen Feihe became one of the first cultivators to step into the Nascent Soul Realm, and in turn, the commander of this great battle.
Chen Feihe looked at Xu Yiyi, momentarily lost in thought. If my martial brother Li Qingzhou and martial sister Gong Qiu hadn’t died on the Moon all those years ago, would their child have been as bright as Xu Yiyi? As he pondered this, his heart grew increasingly heavy.
Just then, the hoarse voice of an old man echoed from outside the city, speaking in the language of the Human Race.
"Does any Human Race Nascent Soul dare to battle outside the city? Does that Yunxiao Sect have any? Come quickly to your death!"
"How audacious!" Two cold lights glinted in Chen Feihe’s eyes as he abruptly soared into the sky.
Three miles outside Chang’an City stood an old man clad in beast skins, leaning on a walking stick with a hunched back. The aura emanating from him was unmistakably that of the Nascent Soul Realm.
"I am Chen Feihe of the Yunxiao Sect, here to answer your challenge!" Chen Feihe commanded with authority, "Open the city gates!"
"Sect Leader Chen, you mustn’t!" The expressions on the faces of Mo Lian from the Dao Sect, Qi Jiuyang from the Blade Sect, and other leaders from the Holy Lands changed dramatically.
Counting all the sects, pavilions, Loose Cultivators, and demon cultivators, Hua Country had at most ten Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. They were the greatest guarantee for holding Chang’an City. If Chen Feihe left Chang’an to fight and was ambushed by the Moon Clan’s Nascent Soul cultivators lurking in the shadows, his death or injury would be an unbearable loss.
"Hiding won’t allow us to escape this battle. I will go and test the strength of the Moon Clan’s Nascent Soul cultivators. Only then can we formulate better strategies," Chen Feihe said, his gaze sweeping across the crowd before he sighed softly. "Besides, if we don’t answer the challenge, our morale will plummet by thirty percent. That would be extremely detrimental for the war to come."
"Daoist Friend Chen is right. We must ascertain the strength of their Nascent Soul experts," a robust, bearded man suddenly declared with a loud laugh. "But leave this task to me."
Chen Feihe looked at him, remaining silent for a long moment.
"Daoist Friend Chen, you know as well as I do. I damaged the very source of my Dao during my tribulation and only barely survived the Nascent Soul Tribulation by burning my lifespan. But, even if I can’t kill a Nascent Soul, I can take three to five Golden Cores down with me as my send-off. For this old brother to go... it’s no loss at all!" the bearded man boomed with a hearty voice.
He was originally a Golden Core Loose Cultivator who, after a fortuitous encounter, had consumed a vast amount of his lifespan to forcibly break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, nearly dying in the process. It was the Hua Country Martial Dao Association that had given him a large quantity of life-extending elixirs, allowing him to cling to life until now. The Martial Dao Association never coerced him into service over this debt; the bearded man had come to Chang’an to help of his own accord, simply to resolve his karmic ties.
"Senior..." The Martial Artists and cultivators within the city were all deeply moved. They knew this battle would be a matter of life and death. Once he stepped outside the city gates, his fate was in the hands of the heavens.
"Hahahaha," the bearded man laughed heartily. "This old brother isn’t dead yet, so hold back your tears."
He strode toward the city gate.
From atop the city walls, Ruan Lan shouted, "Song Lei, catch!"
The bearded man, Song Lei, caught a small jade bottle and two jade slips. Puzzled, he asked, "What are these..."
"Life-saving elixirs and a formation," Ruan Lan said with a blink. "Come back alive, and this fairy will take you out for drinks!"
"Alright! If this old brother makes it back alive, I’ll definitely become sworn siblings with you."
"Can a woman become a sworn sibling?"
"It doesn’t matter. I’ve always seen you as a man anyway."
Ruan Lan was suddenly tempted to demand her things back.
BOOM—
The gates of Chang’an City opened.
Song Lei walked out slowly, dragging a blood-red longsword. He glanced at the diminutive Moon Clan member before him and subtly curled the corner of his lip. This slight motion caused the Supreme Elder of the Upper Crescent Second Moon Clan to bristle with killing intent. This Earthly Zhu Lang dared to look down on him.
Very well. Today, he would advance his Blood Moon Technique divine skill with the fresh blood of a Nascent Soul Realm Zhu Lang.
"A star can only be considered a cultivation civilization once its cultivators reach the Nascent Soul Realm. Earth has only just entered this echelon."
"The Supreme Elder of the Upper Crescent Second Moon Clan is invincible. He will effortlessly slay the Earthly Zhu Lang."
The Moon Clan cultivators sneered, making no attempt to hide their disdain.
"Senior Song, kill those Moon Clan bandits!" the people atop the walls of Chang’an shouted, filled with righteous indignation.
"Earth, Song Lei," Song Lei stated, his emotions exceptionally calm. He was unaffected by the jeers of the Moon Clan or the cheers of his own people, instead introducing himself according to the martial traditions of Hua Country.
SWOOSH!
Song Lei’s pupils contracted sharply as the hair on his body stood on end. The spiritual energy around the Moon Clan member before him surged violently, and he blurred into a shadow, launching a sneak attack.
"Seeking death!"
Enraged, Song Lei frantically raised his sword to block, but... he was half a step too slow.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Amidst the thunderous roar, Song Lei, a fraction of a second too slow, was sent flying by a massive force. He slammed hard against the Starlight Array that enveloped Chang’an City, causing streaks of light to rain down.
"PFFT!"
Song Lei spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning pale.
Watching in a fury, Ruan Lan couldn’t help but shake her little fists. "Despicable! A sneak attack in a one-on-one duel! You old codger, have some martial honor!"
Martial honor? The Supreme Elder of the Upper Crescent Second Moon Clan glanced at her with contempt. She was just a naive young girl, ignorant of the treachery of the cultivation world. On the path of cultivation, everyone is an enemy. And against an enemy, why should one speak of martial honor? As long as you could kill your opponent, you should use any means necessary.
I didn’t want to use a formation. Relying on external power is a disgrace. Song Lei swallowed an elixir Ruan Lan had given him, and the wounds on his body healed instantly. He then took out the two jade slips and crushed them.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
From the brilliant Star Domain above, two majestic columns of starlight descended, forming two formations around him, each ten zhang in radius.
One was the Starlight Array, designed for slaughter.
The other was the even more powerful Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation.
