Jade Shatters

Intent is the way of Martial Dao!

Since comprehending "Jade Shattering," his Martial Dao has been set.

If we were to rank the most domineering "intention" of the time, Wei Yuan's "breaking the formation" would be one of them.

But if we're talking about whose Martial Dao are the purest and most extreme in the world, Xu Qi'an's Jade Shattering technique is definitely among the top.

Other martial artists comprehend "intention" for fighting and killing enemies.

Xu Qi'an's "intention" was not to survive as a broken tile, but to shatter like jade; he was aiming for mutual destruction.

It's all for the sake of risking one's life.

At first glance, it seems that he was forced by the situation to comprehend the extreme "intention" because of Wei Yuan's death in battle. However, what if there hadn't been the groundwork laid by "The Heaven and Earth One Blade"?

Without this extreme martial art, where "one strike and it's life or death," as a foundation, could he have truly comprehended "Jade Shattering" when facing a desperate situation at Yuyang Pass?

Looking back now, his path in Martial Dao was already set from the moment he chose the extreme martial art "Heaven and Earth One Blade Slash".

Looking back now, the reason he was able to quickly comprehend "Intent" and enter the fourth rank was because he had been cultivating this "Intent" all along. Starting from the Subordinate Eighth Rank of the Qi Refining Realm, he had been cultivating the prototype of "Jade Shattering".

Xu Qi'an's declaration of "betting his life" was not an impulsive act or a boastful statement, but rather had a reason.

Since killing Joan of Arc and entering the martial world, Xu Qi'an has always been in a precarious situation.

They had to guard against Xu Pingfeng's schemes on one hand, and against the Buddhist School's pursuit on the other.

Struggling in this adversity, his understanding of "shattered jade" became increasingly profound.

Until the battle at Quanrong Mountain, where he was surrounded by three extraordinary realm experts and faced imminent death, he finally broke through to the brink of annihilation.

Gambling with your life?!

The roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and even the soldiers and cavalry in the military town at the foot of Quanrong Mountain could hear it clearly.

Despite the distance, the battle taking place at Quanrong Mountain was so large that the military town could clearly feel it.

They knew that the Martial Arts Alliance was facing the greatest crisis in its history.

The battle between Xu Qi'an and the three Transcendent Realm experts occasionally escalated from the mountains into the sky, and the military town could see it all clearly.

Nalan Tianlu's methods of summoning storms

"Gambling with his life? Was Xu Yinluo forced to gamble with his life?"

In the torrential rain, a soldier wiped his face, his lips trembling.

"Everyone says Xu Yinluo is a man of great loyalty and righteousness. I'd only heard of it before, never seen him in person. Today I know the rumors are true. He fought for me, risking his life."

A lowly soldier gripped his sword, his blood boiling, wishing he could fly to the heavens to lend a hand.

"Xu, Xu Yinluo, he's been driven to the brink of desperation."

A woman from the brothel covered her face, tears welling in her eyes.

The crowd's faces were filled with grief, indignation, and worry. It was clear that, facing such a powerful enemy and godlike strength, Xu Yinluo was going all in to fight to the death.

This outburst sounded more like the angry roar of someone in dire straits.

Rongrong's face turned deathly pale, her delicate fists clenched tightly, and her heart sank into a deep gloom.

"Why did it have to come to this!"

Young Master Liu heard his master's murmured words, turned his head to look, and saw that his master's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

Due to the tacit understanding between master and disciple, Young Master Liu understood his master's meaning.

Why risk everything for the Martial Arts Alliance?

Why must we defend Quanrong Mountain to the death?

Cao Qingyang, who was not far away, turned his head, looked at the middle-aged swordsman, and whispered:

"It's for our ancestor; he's in seclusion inside."

Facing the puzzled looks of the crowd, Cao Qingyang explained:

"Because of the ancestor's help in the battle in the capital, he will stand firm in the Martial Alliance and never back down."

Did our ancestor also intervene in the battle in the capital?

Therefore, Xu Yinluo is fighting for the Martial Alliance today, risking his life, just to repay the kindness he received that day. Everyone fell silent.

Xiao Yuenu took a few steps forward, took a deep breath, and raised her voice:

"Young and chivalrous, he befriended heroes from five capitals. Their hearts were as one, their hair stood on end. In a single conversation, they would share life and death, and their promises were worth a thousand pieces of gold."

She gazed at the young man standing in the wind and rain, and murmured softly:

A promise is as good as gold.

Everyone suddenly realized that this was one of Xu Yinluo's masterpieces, which was said to have been written when he single-handedly defended against 20,000 rebel troops in Yunzhou. Later, it was widely sung in the capital and spread throughout the Central Plains by storytellers.

Xu Yinluo, a promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold

Wind-riding boat.

Xu Yuanhuai, soaked to the bone by the heavy rain, looked down at the figure below with a complex expression:

"It's a life-or-death situation."

He was finally driven to the brink of desperation.

Xu Yuanshuang frowned and remained silent.

Ji Xuan stood at the edge of the ship, leaning slightly forward, as if trying to get a better look.

"Rain Master Nalan mobilized the power of this world. I dare not say whether its power has reached the first rank, but it is definitely at the peak of the second rank."

Ji Xuan took a deep breath. "This person is a whole major realm higher than Xu Qi'an. If he doesn't have an ally or a trump card of the same realm, he will surely die."

"Bet with your life?"

Dongfang Wanrong's eyes shimmered with five colors, a sign that the power of the five elements filled her body.

Her tone was flat, even somewhat disdainful, as she retorted:

"A mere third-rank martial artist dares to gamble his life with me?"

As she spoke, she raised her right hand high, palm facing the sky.

Boom~

Thunderbolts struck one after another, slowly "splitting" a spear into her palm.

The spear was made of pure lightning, a blazing blue-white color, with electric snakes crackling across its surface, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

Dongfang Wanrong channeled the invisible power she had absorbed into the lightning spear, causing the intense blue and white to instantly shimmer with five colors.

Her hands began to tremble, as if she could no longer control the force.

"I only need to throw this lightning spear lightly, and you will surely die. Bet your life? You, surnamed Xu, are not worthy."

Despite speaking highly sarcastic words, "Dongfang Wanrong's" tone and expression were devoid of any sarcasm; she was as calm as if she were speaking of profound truths.

Du Nan Vajra and Shura Vajra silently retreated, their hands clasped together in a distance.

This lightning spear, wielding the five elements, posed an immense threat to them. Their vajra physique, which they were so proud of, had no confidence or assurance whatsoever in its presence.

The thunder spear in Nalan Tianlu's hand embodies the power of heaven and earth and lightning in this place, and can kill any third-rank martial artist.

Danger! Danger! Danger! Xu Qi'an felt his body screaming warnings, his survival instinct urging him to flee immediately.

The power concentrated in that lightning spear was enough to kill him.

"Xu Qi'an, if you survive this, you will surely become famous throughout the world. My brother Yang will be so envious that he'll beat his chest in despair and be so jealous that he'll wish he could possess you."

Li Lingsu stood on her flying sword, watching from a great distance.

The White Tiger Jingxin and the others who had been chasing him had now stopped and were watching the battle in the distance. Everyone knew that the crucial moment for the decisive battle had arrived.

Cao Qingyang and his group on the South Peak held their breath, their faces pale, their eyes fixed on the scene.

They seemed to have turned into sculptures in that instant.

Wei Yuan.

Nalan Tianlu muttered to himself, took a step forward, and suddenly threw out the thunder spear.

At that moment, what appeared in his mind was that young man in the blue robe, standing in the downpour, gradually merging with the man in his memory.

Nalan Tianlu didn't care about the survival of the Martial Alliance, and he wasn't even purely after the Dragon Qi. The reason he chose to cooperate with Qianlong City and the Buddhist School was because he knew he would inevitably encounter Xu Qi'an sooner or later.

Whether it's the Martial Arts Alliance or that old scoundrel, Nalan Tianlu doesn't care at all.

He didn't even care about Xu Qi'an as a person.

His spear pierced through the knot in his heart that had been there for twenty years, and through the entanglements and grudges with the leading lady.

Rumble.

Amidst a terrifying sonic boom, the lightning spear transformed into a dazzling streak of light, piercing through the rain curtain.

The dazzling, colorful stream of light was reflected in the pupils of everyone present.

Xu Qi'an calmed all his emotions, collapsed all his energy, and his body transformed into a black hole, devouring the power within him.

Faced with this streak of light, he calmly unleashed his national-protecting sword, unleashing the "Heaven and Earth One-Slash Slash".

The brass sword burst forth with dazzling light. As Xu Qi'an swung the sword, the intense and surging light subsided, condensing into a thin golden line that arced through the rain and across the void, slashing towards the five-colored stream of light.

This sword light, which contained all of Xu Qi'an's power, was like a fragile thread; it first broke, and then dissipated.

Then came the loud "boom" of the explosion.

At that moment, as everyone heard the explosion, the Thunder Spear was already piercing towards Xu Qi'an with unstoppable force.

The Heaven and Earth Slash only weakened the power of the Thunder Spear; it did not stop its advance.

The wind and rain seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still.

All eyes were fixed on Xu Qi'an, who was about to face misfortune. Their faces "slowly" revealed expressions of sadness, melancholy, elation, or worry.

The slowness was because the speed of the thunder spears was faster than their facial expressions.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Layer upon layer of Vast Righteous Qi crumbled.

"Pagoda."

Xu Qi'an opened his arms to welcome the thunder spear.

Sizzle

The moment the lightning spear struck Xu Qi'an, it didn't pierce through like an ordinary weapon; instead, it "dissolved" directly into Xu Qi'an's body.

The next moment, dazzling arcs of electricity crackled across his body, and every pore of his body spewed out brilliant power of the five elements.

The power of the Thunder Spear exploded within him, utterly destroying his life force and the vigorous vitality of a third-rank martial artist.

Such destructive power is far more terrifying than simply piercing through the body.

The light in Xu Qi'an's eyes went out, and he fell into a deathly silence.

His charred body fell from the sky, falling helplessly.

"Xu Yinluo!!!"

A sudden, piercing scream erupted from the summit of South Peak; it was unclear who was crying out.

On the Wind-Riding Boat, Xu Yuanshuang swayed, and two streams of hot liquid slid down her cheeks. Her Qi-Watching Technique told her that the person's aura had vanished.

Even now, she still doesn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

"Dead?"

Ji Xuan squinted, his gaze piercing through the rain, staring unblinkingly at the falling, charred figure.

Li Lingsu flew out on her sword, her face stiff, and flew towards Xu Qi'an, trying to catch him before he fell.

On the other side of the dense forest, Miao Youfang was also running wildly through the woods, running towards the falling Xu Qi'an. The crude wandering swordsman's face was full of ferocity and sorrow.

Yunzhou!

Today the sky is clear and the air is crisp, but the northeast is bitterly cold.

Located at the southern tip of the Kyushu continent, near the coast, Yunzhou is damp, cold, and chilly, but its temperature is much higher than other regions.

This is also the area least severely affected by the cold weather.

The Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree, who is accustomed to standing on the lookout tower and gazing into the distance, is now sitting cross-legged by the tea table, drinking tea and savoring the local delicacies of Yunzhou.

Xu Pingfeng, who always brewed and drank tea alone, stood on the lookout tower all day.

"Sigh, if only we could kill Xu Qi'an and that old scoundrel in this battle of the Martial Alliance, how wonderful that would be."

Xu Pingfeng suddenly sighed.

"From what you're saying, it seems this matter is not going to work out."

The Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree spoke calmly.

"There is still hope, but whether it succeeds or not depends on fate. We make our plans, but the outcome is up to heaven."

Xu Pingfeng stood with his hands behind his back.

"If Xu Qi'an dies in Jianzhou, half of the nation's fate will return to the Great Feng, which will be detrimental to both of us."

The Garuda tree watched him silently.

Xu Pingfeng nodded, and with a wistful remark that seemed to ignore the question:

"If it weren't for that old scoundrel from the martial arts alliance interfering, today would be the best opportunity to reclaim half of the nation's fortune."

"Now, reviewing the moves I made before, I realize that sparing the reincarnation of the Flower Goddess was an oversight on my part."

The Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree put down his teacup, seemingly understanding something, and turned his head to look at the white-robed Warlock's retreating figure:

"You have other plans."

Xu Pingfeng laughed:

"When playing chess with Professor Jianzheng, you can never put all your eggs in one basket, and you can never focus on just one goal. Otherwise, you will lose miserably."

"Do you know how I plotted my schemes in Yunzhou, established Qianlong City, and kept it a secret from the Supervisor for twenty years?"

"Amitabha!"

The Vajra of Salvation joins his hands in prayer and chants the Dharma name.

Aranya showed two completely different attitudes toward Xu Qi'an. The monks, led by Bodhisattva Guangxian and Arhat Du'e, tended to ordain Xu Qi'an into the Buddhist order.

They support Mahayana Buddhism.

The faction led by Bodhisattva Garuda advocated Theravada Buddhism, and therefore did not have a friendly attitude towards Xu Qi'an.

The Dharma Protector Vajra is undoubtedly a disciple of the Gara Tree Bodhisattva.

This Bodhisattva, the most powerful warrior in Buddhist School, wields the Vajra form, one of the nine great forms of Dharma.

Against this backdrop, the two Vajra warriors, Du Nan and Du Fan, had a choice between saving or killing Xu Qi'an.

The conflicts and contradictions along the way from Leizhou to Yongzhou wore down the patience of the two warriors.

If someone refuses to convert and repeatedly opposes Buddhist School, then kill them.

"In this way, Aranya won't have to fight tooth and nail over this matter, and the conflict between Mahayana and Hinayana Buddhism will be much more amicable."

The Asura Vajra thought the same thing.

Suddenly, Dongfang Wanrong let out a high-pitched scream, a painful and shrill cry. Blinding arcs of electricity crackled across her body, and her fair skin instantly carbonized.

From her wide-open mouth, eyes, nostrils, and ears, a dazzling array of seven colors emanated.

A terrifying force erupted within her, instantly taking away most of her life force.

Jade shattered!

Before the two Vajra could react, another loud "boom" resounded in the distance. The Floating Pagoda broke through the clods of earth, rose into the air, and flew towards the falling Xu Qi'an.

A Movement Method materialized at the top of the tower, holding a flower in one hand and a jade bottle in the other. It was slightly plump and had a kind and benevolent expression.

The jade bottle scattered dappled light, like spring rain, which flowed into Xu Qi'an's body.

The image of the Pharmacist.

P. S.: I'm late! Back to writing. I resisted the temptation to play cards with my friends today. Writing is more important.

Update first, then revise.