Burying Thirty Li Snow

The water was as smooth as a mirror. On the bow of a small boat, An Xianjing stood quietly, holding Prayer Beads and gazing into the distance, her brows slightly furrowed.

The Six Purifying Karma that Li Weiyi cultivated was excessively powerful.

She had cultivated this technique for hundreds of years, constantly refining and perfecting it, and understood its mysteries better than anyone else.

When combined with mental power, the Six Purifying Karma does indeed possess the power of an imperial technique. However, Li Weiyi's third-level "Karma Fire Transformation" is clearly more powerful than the third-level imperial technique.

It's unimaginable what kind of power he would unleash if he cultivated the fourth level, "Vajra Wrathful Eyes."

"His Seven-clawed Fiery Heavenly Dragon Dharma Qi and Golden Crow Flame Psychic Power Spiritual Light are both extraordinary fires, of astonishing quality. The combination of the two is simply bringing the Six Purifying Karma to its extreme."

"If I cultivate to the Vajra Wrathful Eyes, is it possible to break through the shackles of the Wind Palace by leveraging the power of Daoist techniques?"

The Hidden Lord, wielding Bronze Brush, skimmed across the sea, seven talismans flying from his sleeve and striking Yao Qian, who was being torn apart by the Golden Crow.

We must seize this opportunity to kill him.

The power of the Seventh-Rank Thousand Character Artifact armor on Yao Qian's body erupted. The scriptures on the armor flashed and scattered with a ghostly light. The power was stronger and stronger, and with a bang, it shattered the Flame Golden Crow.

At this moment, he finally realized that Li Weiyi was not exaggerating. With his Unity of Intent and Martial Arts, his combat power was so great that he was definitely not among the weakest in the First Realm immortality, and was enough to threaten him.

"That's enough for today! I will tell the world about your strength at the Dao Seed Realm, Li Weiyi, and make you famous."

Yao Qian's figure transformed into a swift black shadow, like a dragon, swooping down towards the sea.

The Hidden Lord knew that the Prince Mingjiao's armor was called the "Water Element Dragon Scale Armor," which transformed into a dragon upon encountering water, making it incredibly fast in the water, and even the Great Longevity could not catch up with it.

"This so-called gentleman, in his actions, is utterly devoid of any gentlemanly demeanor. I've waited three long years for this day; where do you think you're going now?"

In the ancestral fields of the Hidden Lord, a white Yin Banner flew out and suddenly plunged into the sea.

The Yin Banner stands upright in the water, unyielding.

"Whoosh!"

The dense Formation Script spread rapidly across the sea surface, centered on the flagpole.

This is a treasure of the Cangli Tribe, a protective banner that only the head of each generation can wield. The Formation Script on it were inscribed by a powerful Saint Mind Master from our ancestors.

Yao Qian saw the Formation Script on the sea surface, his eyes narrowed, and he swung his sword in a slash.

A chilling aura erupted from the sword's edge, and scriptures flew everywhere.

It failed to break through, only leaving a ripple of sword marks.

"Boom!"

The next instant, his body collided with the Formation Script, and he tumbled away.

The seawater beneath the white Formation Script was severely dented by his impact, creating a wave ten feet high.

The seven talismans that were closely following Yao Qian emitted a piercing sound as they struck Yao Qian from seven different directions, creating seven booming sounds and knocking him back seven times.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The talisman collided with the Water Element Dragon Scale Armor, creating seven consecutive fiery clouds.

Yao Qian spat out a mouthful of blood, and parts of his black scale armor were burned dark red by the talisman fire, becoming extremely hot.

The seven talismans were incredibly powerful, each a priceless treasure. It could be said that the Hidden Lord had spared no effort and held nothing back in order to kill Yao Qian.

Yao Qian had just shattered seven talismans, and the surging magical energy within his body had not yet subsided when he heard Dragon Roars, the wind howled, and lightning flashed.

Two enormous dragon souls drew upon the power of clouds and thunder, coiling around him.

Li Weiyi hovered in mid-air, continuously channeling his magical energy into the Purple Sky Lei Seal.

The purple lightning emitted by this ancient seal gradually intensified, roaring and vibrating the air, revealing a trace of the true power of the Myriad-character Artifact. Logically speaking, only the magical energy of Great Longevity cultivator could activate a portion of the true power of the Myriad-character Artifact, preventing it from becoming tarnished.

Below, on the sea surface, the Hidden Lord held Yin Banner in one hand and brandished Bronze Brush in the other, rushing forward to quickly close the distance.

The bristles of the Bronze Brush, like a white waterfall or a volley of arrows, shot out, covering a distance of a mile, and before the Hidden Lord's true form could reach, they coiled around Yao Qian.

"So it was you, Li Songgu, who killed Fu Wenyan."

Yao Qian knew all too well how terrifying the Purple Sky Lei Seal and the Bronze Brush were; even with the Water Element Dragon Scale Armor, he couldn't withstand them head-on.

"Whoosh!"

His eyes were sharp. From his ancestral field, he released a breath of magical energy and scriptures bestowed upon him by the Yang Shen Realm, instantly shattering the two dragon souls and surging towards Hidden Lord and Li Weiyi like a tidal wave.

The bristles of the Bronze Brush were scattered and flew backward by the force of this magical energy.

The Hidden Lord held the Yin Banner horizontally, forming a circular array shield to block the surging tide of magical energy, but his body was knocked backward by the impact.

Li Weiyi frowned and had no choice but to use the Purple Sky Lei Seal to defend.

Dozens of purple lightning bolts shot out from the bottom of the lightning seal, their light dazzling and their sound deafening, colliding with the surging tide of magical energy. With his current combat strength, he was no longer so afraid of Great Longevity's breath of magical energy.

Yao Qian fought off Hidden Lord and Li Weiyi, then broke through the encirclement and disappeared into the water with a splash.

"Oh no!"

Li Weiyi used his telekinetic powers to lock onto Yao Qian, pursued him closely, and plunged into the water.

A moment later, they caught up with Yao Qian in the water.

Li Weiyi was puzzled, not understanding why Yao Qian hadn't activated the power of his armor.

Didn't Yao Qian also activate his armor?

However, the water around him seemed to transform into ropes, binding him and restricting his speed.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the water, then broke through the surface of the sea and soared into the sky.

The Hidden Lord who caught up was stunned. He thought Yao Qian would escape again, but he didn't expect Li Weiyi to be so capable, actually stopping him in the water.

So he struck out the Provincial Governor's Official Seal and aimed it at the heavens.

Yao Qian was already injured and had no will to fight. He only wanted to escape immediately. He was also filled with doubt and suspicion, guessing that a powerful figure was hiding nearby and using Daoist magic to block him.

Could this person be An Xianjing?

Under such circumstances, he could not exert even 70% of his full combat power and was unable to dodge, being struck by the Provincial Governor's Official Seal.

"Bang!"

The impact pierced through the armor and landed on the flesh, breaking bones and leaving a bloody mess. It made a dull thud as it was thrown diagonally towards the sea.

Blood seeped from the gaps in the armor scales.

After killing three Dao Seed Realm Martial Cultivators who had escaped, Yang Qingxi and Yang Qingchan, wearing Invisibility Cloak, cautiously made their way towards the sea area from which the battle's fluctuations had originated.

"I don't understand. We could have just left and escaped back to Daojing. At worst, we could have just avoided him in the future. Why did we have to kill those three? If we're exposed, the higher-ups won't let us off the hook," Yang Qingchan said.

Yang Qingxi was also thinking about this issue.

Why?

Even the most rational person, at times, acts decisively based solely on their feelings at the moment. Even if they regret it afterward, they will never admit that they were wrong.

Yang Qingchan continued, "You really intend to go to him with the heads of those three? Over there are Yao Qian and your grandfather Yang Yin. It's uncertain who will emerge victorious. He wouldn't even look at you. Compared to Zuoqiu Hongting, Yao Yin, and Wu Hongling, you, Yang Qingxi, are full of sins, your hands are stained with blood, and your talent is as worthless as dust. You're just being wishful."

Yang Qingxi walked straight ahead, her feet treading on the water. "I don't need his approval! Does high talent necessarily mean high flight? Rice plants must rise from the mud to look up at the blue sky. A humble origin doesn't mean I can never catch up. They may be ten or twenty years ahead of me, but I will chase them for a hundred years, a thousand years... It's not just about the moment, but about the endless cycle of life."

"A single rice stalk in the vast ocean, a myriad of trees reaching for the sky. Following benevolence brings sustenance, following rice brings wolves. This is the fate of Benevolent Rice, and the choice that rice farmers must make."

Yang Qingchan stared at the horizon, her eyes wide with shock. "Is that... Yao Qian and Li Weiyi?"

Twenty miles away, above the sea, snow, rain, and Ethereal Clouds spread out, followed by a fiery cloud and lightning.

Amidst the snow, rain, and Ethereal Clouds, it was clearly Yao Qian. His Water Element Dragon Scale Armor had been shrunk and disappeared after being struck, leaving him covered in blood, disheveled, and extremely wretched.

Li Weiyi rode on fiery clouds, wielding lightning, shouting as he pursued.

Yang Qingxi exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

Holding the Yin Banner, Hidden Lord pursued closely on the sea, constantly sealing off the water with Formation Script, giving Yao Qian no chance to escape into the water again.

He was shocked and speechless. He had thought he was the main force in this battle and the key to victory or defeat. Unexpectedly, he had become Li Weiyi assistant.

If the reclusive members of the Hidden Gate found out about this, they would lose all face.

"Boom!"

Li Weiyi, wielding the combined power of Seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors, struck Yao Qian with a single palm strike, sending him flying several miles before crashing into a cliff face on a small island.

A large section of the cliff face collapsed.

"Whoosh!"

The Yellow Dragon Sword transformed into a Yellow Dragon Projection, descending from the sky, piercing through the rocks, and penetrating Yao Qian's chest, pinning his body firmly to the ground.

Two figures flashed.

Hidden Lord and Li Weiyi arrived on the island one after the other and appeared beside Yao Qian.

Fearing that Yao Qian might have other trump cards up his sleeve, Hidden Lord immediately thrust the pole of his Yin Banner through Yao Qian's neck, killing him instantly and not wanting any further surprises.

"Sizzle!"

Blood gushed from Yao Qian's mouth, his eyes bulged, his gaze filled with resentment, and his body grew colder and colder.

Hidden Lord gripped the flagpole tightly, his eyes widening even more than Yao Qian's. His heart pounded, his blood boiling, and he could hardly believe it was real.

It should be noted that many people highly praise Yao Qian, believing that he will be the next Yang Shen Realm and has caught the eye of the Second Palace Master. Such a person, if not for the drastic changes in the Lingxiao Shengjing, will surely rise to prominence in the future, with unlimited potential.

Now, however, it lies at my feet as a cold, lifeless corpse.

The sound of blood dripping was so faint, time seemed to stand still.

Li Weiyi remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh. There was not much joy in her expression; instead, she was quite moved. Yao Qian must have had many things to say when he died, but he couldn't utter a single word.

In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the first time I met Yao Qian.

Thirty Li Snow —what a formidable reputation, what an enviable level of cultivation! Now, in an instant, it has all turned to dust.

Then he started thinking about other strange things, such as why Yao Qian didn't use the Immortal Killing God Snow Fourteen Swords, and whether Tang Wanzhou actually taught him it.

As the Formation Script on the Yin Banner receded, the sea breeze blew over.

"Clang!"

Li Weiyi gathered his scattered thoughts, pulled the sword piercing Yao Qian's chest, flicked his wrist, splattering the blood from the sword onto the ground, and asked, "Where is Yang Yin?"