Farewell (continued)
I would like to hear more details.
"My father had an old friend who, due to a congenital illness, had to come to this world to recuperate. During his stay, he left behind a lineage, and asked me to find it along the way, but I'm struggling to find any clues."
"To find someone, you need relevant information. Even if it's not their appearance, you need their name, distinctive features, and age. You can't just grab someone and ask, 'Do you know so-and-so?'"
Duanmu Die smiled and said, "It's not a specific person, but an entire clan. After all, it happened about two hundred years ago. However, my father's old friend was not their royal ancestor; at most, they had some connection."
"In other words, we need to find this Lineage first, and then find the bloodline descendants of your elders."
"That's right, their clan name is Si, an Aristocratic Clan. Most of the clan members are women, and contrary to popular belief, they believe in male inferiority and female superiority, because women are more likely to practice their family's martial arts."
Si Ming was puzzled; why did it sound so familiar?
"Um... how do we confirm that the other person is the target we're looking for?"
Duanmu Die took out a blank book and said, "Unrelated people can only see the blank paper. Only blood descendants can see the Cultivation Method techniques on it. This is a task given to me by my elders. All I need to do is give this book to the other party."
Si Ming didn't open it. He was afraid that if he opened it and saw the writing on it, he would inevitably give himself away. And once the other party noticed his emotional fluctuations, it would be difficult to get away with it.
He had no desire to be associated with any bloodline descendant from two hundred years ago.
"I've got it. Leave this to me. I'll give you a satisfactory answer next time we meet."
"Next time... well, although I don't know when we'll meet again, I look forward to that day," Duanmu Die bowed gracefully again, "Farewell, until we meet again."
Then she leaped into the air, and was caught by Nether Jiuying, who was hidden in the darkness, and flew into the sky like a rocket.
Si Ming smiled and waved, watching the other person leave. A gentleman's friendship is as light as water; this kind of superficial interaction is fine. There's no need to become close friends with everyone.
"Miss, wait for me! Don't leave me behind! I won't be able to get back!"
A figure suddenly rose from the ground below, rushing after Duanmu Die in a panic, almost bursting into tears.
"She appears meticulous and dignified, but is actually quite carefree and easygoing."
Si Ming shook his head, then turned his gaze to the blank book in his hand, wondering to himself, "Could it be such a coincidence?"
It just so happens that I'm the person she's looking for, it just so happens that I met her in the Barbarian Continent, and it just so happens that she wants to entrust the mission to me... Well, the end of coincidence is inevitability. With so many coincidences coming together, it doesn't seem suspicious anymore. However, since I've stumbled upon such a one-in-a-million chance, won't it give people the feeling that I'm destined to Long Aotian?
Si Ming hoped he would see a blank page "unexpectedly," but according to Murphy's Law, if you worry about something happening, it is more likely to happen. So, when he carefully opened the cover, he unsurprisingly saw text.
"Shennong's Three Fists? What idiot created this martial art? It might as well be called Farmer's Three Fists."
Within the secluded valley, the Sword Qi shone brightly, vanquishing evil and filth, and the sounds of divine swords cutting through objects and the defiant roars of ferocious beasts could be heard from time to time.
The experts of the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect, each wielding a sharp blade, moved nimbly through the jungle, dodging attacks while occasionally unleashing Evil-Slaying Sword Qi to besiege a ten-meter-tall humanoid monster.
This humanoid monster had an octopus head, a face on the front and a back, and countless thick tentacles growing from its arms. When it swung out, it was like a thunderous explosion, and its power was no less than that of a steel whip. A disciple was unable to dodge in time and was instantly cleaved in two, sword and all.
"The Lord of Mysteries, the demon who roamed the Eastern Martial World four hundred and fifty years ago, I never expected that even he would be released." Wan Yebai sighed, his brows furrowed with worry.
Wan Ziqiu said, "Father, why worry? Judging from its Devil Qi, it's clear that over four hundred years of sealing has severely damaged its Primal Qi, and it no longer possesses its former formidable reputation. What our predecessors couldn't accomplish, we will do on their behalf."
A handsome man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes beside him also said, "Indeed, compared with the strength of the Lord of Mysteries recorded in the records, the one in front of us is obviously much weaker. Although the seal cannot kill him, the years will wear down his life. Although we cannot tell the age of a demon from its appearance, I am sure that this one has entered his twilight years and is not far from his death."
This man is named Zhou Anping, the fourth Grandmaster of the current Evil-Slaying Sword Sect. When the Blood Abyss Sect joined forces with the Beast King to besiege the Righteous Qi Palace, he was away on a mission and luckily escaped the calamity.
Only the three Grandmaster were present. Zheng Jingyuan was in charge of guarding the Righteous Qi Palace and did not come, as he could not leave his hometown unguarded.
Wan Ziqiu said excitedly, "Perhaps we can use the same method to deal with the Beast King Anye. Although the Monster Race has a long lifespan, it is not immortal. In time, they will still be worn down and die. The most ruthless thing is time."
Wan Yebai reminded him, "When you're on the battlefield, you should concentrate on dealing with the enemy in front of you and not think about other irrelevant things. Although the Lord of Mysteries is not as powerful as he used to be, he is not an opponent we can underestimate."
As a son, Wan Ziqiu could only reluctantly reply, "Father's reprimand is correct."
On the battlefield, the Lord of Mysteries fought fiercely with the disciples of the Evil-Slaying Sword School for a long time, gradually showing signs of fatigue. Although he possessed a decent self-healing ability, it was far inferior to that of the King of Monsters -Evil-Slaying Sword Qi had a restraining effect. Even if it could not exert much power in the hands of the disciples, it was enough to deplete his Primal Qi.
The moment the Lord of Mysteries' aura weakened, Wan Yebai and his two companions made their move!
"Total Extermination of Yao and Ghosts!"
For years, they have used sword formations to deal with the Beast King Anye. When it comes to subduing Evil-Slaying Sword School Sect never follows the rules of one-on-one combat. If they can rely on numbers to win, they will all work together. They will never act like martial arts masters. They will eradicate evil completely and stop at nothing to achieve their goals.
As the three drew their swords, they formed the Evil-Butchering Sword Formation. With a flick of their swords, lightning flashed and thunder roared. The Sword Qi and the power of thunder merged, cleansing away evil and eliminating Devil Qi, and charged towards the Lord of Mysteries.
The Lord of Mysteries was prepared. With a roar, he ignored the attacks of the other disciples and unleashed all the soft tentacles on his body at the three of them. The intensity of his attack was no less than that of dozens of people attacking at the same time.
Wan Ziqiu charged ahead, calmly facing the wall-like counterattack. He unleashed his lightning to meet it head-on, and with a clang of metal, the Sword Qi shattered, the lightning dissipated, and he himself was sent flying backward by the shock.
This One Sword strike only severed three of the Lord of Mysteries' soft tentacles. However, Wan Ziqiu struck from a distance and used the force to retreat without being injured. He retreated behind his father, Wan Yebai, and after catching his breath, he gathered his true True Qi to prepare for an attack.
Zhou Anping followed closely behind, his sword streaking across the sky, gathering the scattered lightning power that had been broken by the first sword move. The purple lightning coalesced into a long dragon, its bones formed by Sword Qi, solidified as if it were a tangible substance, crackling incessantly, and slashing towards the Lord of Mysteries with an invincible and domineering force.
This time, the Lord of Mysteries severed five of his soft tentacles.
Before he could catch his breath, Wan Yebai followed closely behind, his sword flashing as he absorbed the dissipated lightning power and swung his sword once more.
This time, the Lord of Mysteries severed seven of his soft tendrils.
Then, Wan Ziqiu, having reactivated his sword technique, took over the main position again and absorbed the remaining lightning power, unleashing Sword Qi even stronger than the previous three strikes.
Thus, the three took turns, their sword strikes sometimes heavy, sometimes clumsy, sometimes fierce, sometimes domineering. Layers of air collapsed, and streaks of purple lightning surged forth, One Sword stronger than the One Sword, constantly overlapping. This was the true power of the sword technique "Total Extermination of Yao and Ghosts".
If the first lightning Sword Qi is broken, the second energy absorbs the remaining force and amplifies its power before unleashing it. If the second energy is also broken, the remaining force is reserved for the third energy, continuously accumulating and strengthening until the enemy is defeated in one fell swoop!
In a one-on-one fight, limited by their own cultivation and physical abilities, even the strongest Wan Yebai could only unleash six Sword Qi at most. However, when the three of them cooperated in a sword formation and took turns with each other, they could bring out the power of this move to perfection, even surpassing the limit of "nine Sword Qi".