Vow to Separate Life and Death

Chapter 47: Vow of Life and Death

Li Muge landed, and behind him came a thunderous roar and the clang of a bell. Su Yun and Ancestor Yuan San had clashed head-on, and the wooden building beneath their feet creaked ominously!

Seeing the White Ape and the writhing Flood Dragons whistling past him, Li Muge's heart skipped a beat. This Ancestor Yuan San is an immensely strong monster, so is Su Yun's true form also a colossal monster? Is he a wild ox demon or a hippopotamus?

He wondered, what kind of creature could contend with a beast like the White Ape if not a naturally powerful one like a wild ox or a hippo.

Li Muge didn't have time to ponder. In the night sky, Artificer Puppets in tattered clothes flew towards them.

Beneath the tattered clothes were bare skeletons, made monstrous by Spiritual Power.

The Land Candle Dragon continued its advance, seemingly oblivious. It was a colossal creature, and its relationship with humans was one of mutual benefit: it carried humans, and humans provided it with food.

The Artificer Puppets posed no threat to it, nor was it responsible for the safety of the humans.

On its back were eighty small buildings, but only the one Li Muge was in had lost its light, becoming a breach point for the Artificer Puppets.

Li Muge moved swiftly across the building's platform, gripping the sword formed from his Spiritual Abilities. He unleashed his learned swordsmanship, each thrust accompanied by a longsword shooting out from his Spiritual Power, dancing in the air, each sword executing the exquisite sword techniques he had honed for years!

In front, behind, to his left, to his right, above, and below, sword shadows of flowing light filled the space, making him appear like an eight-armed swordsman.

One by one, the Artificer Puppets were directly slain by his powerful swordsmanship and Spiritual Abilities. The exquisite and dazzling sword techniques were breathtaking.

To cultivate a swordsmanship Spiritual Ability was extremely difficult. It required absolute devotion to the sword. Not only must one practice swordplay daily, but one's mind must constantly envision the sword, one's Spiritual Power must focus on the sword. When cultivating, one must have a sword; when bathing, one must have a sword; even when sleeping, one must hold a sword.

Day after day, with such unwavering devotion, even metal and stone would yield. The Spiritual Power would then imprint the essence of the sword as a projection, mapping it into the mind.

When this imprint combined with one's own Origin Energy, it would transform into a Spiritual Ability, imbued with power.

Li Muge was such a sword fanatic.

However, after being slain, the Artificer Puppets would quickly reassemble themselves and fly back into the air to attack him again.

Though his swordsmanship Spiritual Ability was sharp, it was somewhat difficult to deal with these strange creatures from the Old No Man's Land, unlike the lanterns.

Li Muge frowned. From the carriages below, the sound of shattering glass and people's screams could be heard. Clearly, some Artificer Puppets had already broken through the windows and entered the carriages!

Just then, a resounding dragon's roar emanated from within the carriage. The carriage window suddenly exploded outwards, revealing a Flood Dragon of Blood Essence coiled around an Artificer Puppet, twisting its body and crushing it!

"It's that little fellow with the dog-eared hat!" Li Muge felt a slight relief.

Inside the carriage, the youth transformed from Flower Fox was only as tall as a normal person's waist, yet he moved like a Flood Dragon within the carriage, appearing now at the front, now at the back!

He moved up and down, like a Flood Dragon clinging to the roof and walls of the carriage, darting with incredible speed.

His Blood Essence churned within him, erupting with thunderous roars. Any Artificer Puppet that charged in was immediately killed by his Flood Dragon's Chant before it could even lay a hand on the terrified passengers!

And in another small wooden building, Hu Buping, Li Xiaofan, and Qingqiu Yue were even smaller, but more agile. Their childish shouts could be heard.

"Dragon Roaming the Winding Marsh!"

"Crocodile Dragon's Roll!"

"Dragon Fights in the Field!"

These three little ones would loudly shout with all their might with each move, making the passengers in the carriage both worried about being captured by the Artificer Puppets and find it quite amusing.

Each move and stance of the three little ones was filled with wildness, and their strength was astonishingly great, smashing the Artificer Puppets that broke in to pieces.

But after being shattered, the Artificer Puppets would reassemble, and the number of them breaking into the carriages grew steadily. Hu Buping and the others grew more strained. At this moment, Li Muge's voice came from outside: "Hold on! The Land Candle Dragon will leave the Old No Man's Land after it crosses this mountain. Once we're past this mountain, the Artificer Puppets will automatically retreat! Hold on!"

The Land Candle Dragon was still climbing the mountain. The mountain path was steep, and the wooden buildings on the Candle Dragon's back tilted along with it.

Li Muge's heart was filled with immense tension. The Land Candle Dragon was nearing the summit, and the Artificer Puppets' assault was becoming increasingly fierce, leaving him no time to check on the battle between Su Yun and Ancestor Yuan San.

The time it took for the Candle Dragon to ascend and descend the mountain was extremely critical.

If Ancestor Yuan San could kill Su Yun during this period, he could immediately rush over and kill Li Muge and the others, even slaughtering everyone on this Candle Dragon Carriage!

If Su Yun could survive Ancestor Yuan San's assault, and the Candle Dragon left the Old No Man's Land, Li Muge could then free his hands to help Su Yun and surround and kill Ancestor Yuan San!

Victory or defeat, even life or death, would be decided during this time of ascending and descending the mountain!

Li Muge grunted, feeling his Origin Energy waning. Fighting so many Artificer Puppets simultaneously, his cultivation was depleting faster than he had anticipated.

Although he was a Spirit Scholar of the Spirit Infusion Realm and possessed the cultivation techniques of that realm, his Origin Energy cultivation was not strong. Not only did it fall short of Ancestor Yuan San's, but it also couldn't compare to Su Yun's.

Neither Ancestor Yuan San nor Su Yun had Spirit Infusion Realm cultivation techniques. However, one was blessed by nature as a Savage Ape, possessing immense Blood Essence from birth. The other had studied the Old Sage Classics under Mister Wild Fox for six or seven years, and without guidance, he had cultivated a unique Spiritual Ability in three years.

When Su Yun cultivated the Great Furnace Transformation: Qi Cultivation Chapter to the sixth level, his Origin Energy cultivation surpassed most scholars of the same realm. He was not satisfied and went on to practice the Immortal Ape Qi Cultivation Chapter, making his body even stronger and his Blood Essence as profound as a demon's!

Su Yun's strength was inferior to Ancestor Yuan San's, and his abilities seemed ordinary, but that was only when compared to Ancestor Yuan San.

If it were a Spirit Scholar like Li Muge, his strength would be utterly vulnerable before Ancestor Yuan San, and his Blood Essence would not be deep enough to contend with Ancestor Yuan San.

Only a monster could deal with a monster.

Su Yun was such a monster!

On the platform, Su Yun's feet kept retreating, his soles like sharp Dragon Claws gripping the wooden roof, deflecting Ancestor Yuan San's power.

Ancestor Yuan San swung his Iron Cudgel, and with a series of explosive bangs, the large yellow bell above Su Yun's head vibrated continuously, emitting rings of light.

These were the halos emitted by the yellow bell as it deflected the power of Ancestor Yuan San's attacks.

This yellow bell had a peculiar function: it could absorb the power of attacks directed at Su Yun, increasing Su Yun's resilience.

Su Yun himself didn't know where this peculiar ability came from. He had only just begun to wield the power of Spiritual Abilities, without any systematic instruction from official academies, and knew almost nothing about the Spirit Infusion Realm or Spiritual Abilities.

As the Yellow Bell spun, Flood Dragons and White Apes continuously flew out from its rotating scale.

Controlling six White Apes or six Flood Dragons simultaneously was Su Yun's limit. However, this time, Su Yun didn't control all six White Apes or Flood Dragons at once. Instead, he controlled one Flood Dragon and one White Ape.

This was because if the Flood Dragon or White Ape formed by his Blood Essence imprint was shattered by Ancestor Yuan San, he would suffer a severe loss of Blood Essence, and his combat power would plummet. It was better to only control two, which could both enhance his strength and improve his adaptability.

Each White Ape or Flood Dragon represented a different technique or unorthodox move. Different combinations of techniques would yield unexpected results.

Furthermore, after each White Ape or Flood Dragon unleashed its move, he would immediately recall it into the Yellow Bell's rotating scale, where it would transform back into an imprint.

This was a technique to conserve Blood Essence.

After his battle with Ancestor Yuan San, his comprehension of Spiritual Abilities grew even greater.

Clang!

Su Yun blocked another strike from Ancestor Yuan San, only to be swept off the tower by a staff blow from the white-furred ape.

While still in mid-air, two Artificer Puppets suddenly flew in from his left and right. Beneath their tattered clothes, skeletal arms reached out!

The young man remained calm in the face of danger. The Yellow Bell spun above his head, and a Blood Essence Flood Dragon flew out, writhing and striking in the air, killing the two Artificer Puppets before returning to the bell and becoming an imprint on the Yellow Bell's rotating scale.

Su Yun's feet sank, and his body plummeted downwards, landing precisely on the rapidly climbing body of the Candle Dragon as it ascended the mountain.

The Land Candle Dragon's body was covered in scales the size of tabletops. As the Candle Dragon ran, the scales rubbed against each other, sparking a cascade of fire.

From the sensation beneath his feet, he could feel the terrifying power contained within the muscles beneath these dragon scales!

Ancestor Yuan San landed with a thud. Several Artificer Puppets lunged at him, only to be smashed to pieces by the White Apes that flew from his Iron Cudgel. Bones and tattered clothes fell down the mountain, but they converged in the wind.

Ancestor Yuan San frowned, raising a hand to touch his chest. The wound left by the giant monster had reopened, and blood flowed out.

Su Yun shook his slightly numb arms. A Flood Dragon swam out from the large Yellow Bell above his head, coiling around the bronze bell. Another White Ape leaped up, crouching on the bell's nose, staring at Ancestor Yuan San.

"Young man, you are a formidable individual."

Ancestor Yuan San tensed his muscles, forcefully suppressing his wound, and said in a hoarse voice, "You learn very quickly. I admire you. If you were passing through Yuanjia Ridge on any other day, I would invite you up the mountain as a guest, and we could be mountain bandits together."

Su Yun remained silent, activating the Great Furnace Transformation: Qi Cultivation Chapter. At this moment, he realized that the Great Furnace Transformation: Qi Cultivation Chapter was still the best for him to quickly replenish his lost Blood Essence. The Immortal Ape Qi Cultivation Chapter was fierce but lacked sustained power, not possessing the strong after-effects of the Great Furnace Transformation.

Ancestor Yuan San was also trying his best to activate the Immortal Ape Qi Cultivation Chapter to recover his Blood Essence, saying in a deep voice, "My Yuanjia Ridge has thirty-seven households, one hundred and eighty people. Among them, forty-two are young and strong; the rest are women, children, the elderly, and the infirm. Of the forty-two young and strong, fourteen died by your hand."

Su Yun crouched slightly, ready to exert force at any moment, his face calm. "They chased me, and I killed them in return. There's no rule in Tianshiyuan that says you can't fight back when someone tries to kill you."

"You can fight back, you can kill them."

Ancestor Yuan San said indifferently, "But as the head of the village, I must also avenge my villagers. I cannot afford to be injured. I must eliminate you tonight because your progress is too rapid. I fear that once my injuries heal, I will no longer be your match!"

He laid bare his intentions, revealing his determination to fight to the death to Su Yun, who couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for him.

This was a formidable opponent with admirable resilience. He had already made up his mind to kill Su Yun in this battle!

Su Yun also made his judgment: he must kill Ancestor Yuan San in this battle!

Because if he hesitated even slightly, he would die at Ancestor Yuan San's hands!

"Roar--"

A long dragon's roar echoed from the Land Candle Dragon. The giant dragon had finally reached the mountaintop. Accompanied by this resounding roar, a long dragon's cry also sounded in Su Yun's chest, resonating with the Candle Dragon!

He shifted his stance, and for the first time, he went from defense to offense, attacking Ancestor Yuan San!

Tonight, they would fight to the death!

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