Read Novel Full Chapter 1171: Chapter 1165: Daoist Friend, Are You Sick
Chapter 1171: Chapter 1165: Daoist Friend, Are You Sick
“We have eyes and ears in the Western Frontier.”
“Several Void Refining cultivators, led by Sword Venerable Li Yaozu, are all operating in the Western Frontier.
The Li Clan possesses means of communication. Once we make a move, reinforcements from the Western Frontier will definitely come.
Even if those Void Refining experts exhaust their Spiritual power to return—combined with their Old Ancestor’s spatial rules at the Void Refining realm—it will still take three days.
If that’s the case, their Spiritual power will be depleted, making them of no concern.”
“However, this is exactly the effect we want. To exterminate the Li Clan, we must lure them back.”
“…”
A torrential downpour fell within the Azure Cloud Prefecture.
In the cloudy sky from the Duravia Trade Prefecture to the Azure Cloud Prefecture, a palanquin moved forward beneath flowers that bloomed out of thin air.
Sixteen beauties carried the palanquin, while two others fanned and fed the occupant.
Banshu Ao maintained his languid posture, his mind turning over the strategies devised by the crowd in the Clearpeak Prefecture Grotto-Heaven over the past three months to deal with the Li Clan.
“We need someone to draw out the Li Clan. This person must be powerful enough, yet not annihilate the Li Clan in an instant, so as to lure out the true experts of the Li Clan.”
“The Li Clan’s Old Ancestor has always been fierce and brave. Granny Guo of the Northern Frontier also died by his hands. Such a person must be arrogant.
When our people reveal themselves, I imagine he will appear immediately; that will be the precise moment to kill him.
Otherwise, if he lives, no one will be able to stop him if he uses his spatial methods to take the Li Clan members and flee.”
“Only Young Master Banshu can shoulder this heavy responsibility. The Li Clan’s treasures shall be picked by Young Master Banshu first.”
Banshu Ao’s expression was calm, feeling the fresh air of the Azure Cloud Prefecture.
This rain was rain sent down by Uncle Rain.
Three months had passed, and having met Uncle Rain, he felt increasingly that the figures from the stories he had heard growing up were nothing special.
Uncle Rain’s Dao rhythm was, to him, merely awe-rooted deep within the legends; then, seeing was believing, and it was well within reach.
He was actually only one step away from Uncle Rain.
It wouldn’t be long before he walked upon the Dao, creating his own stories, while Uncle Rain and the entire Azure Cloud Prefecture would vanish with time.
“Bring the umbrella.”
Banshu Ao reached out his hand.
A maid beside him, smiling numbly, handed him an oiled paper umbrella, a supreme-grade spirit artifact.
Soon after, Banshu Ao stretched his body, took the umbrella, and leaped down from the palanquin, landing on a muddy main road surrounded by large trees.
Behind the large trees were high mountains, serving as the natural moat between the Duravia Trade Prefecture and the Azure Cloud Prefecture.
Opening the oiled paper umbrella, the sound of the rain splashing against it could be heard.
As the wind blew, rain dripped onto his body; everything felt so real.
The torrential downpour made the entire world appear hazy.
Banshu Ao reached out his hand, feeling the rainwater.
From ahead of him came a ‘tap, tap’ sound; someone was stepping on the rainwater.
A Void Refining realm cultivator.
Because the rain was so heavy and the person’s Spiritual power was so dense, he could only tell that this person was wearing a Daoist robe, standing in the rain.
But whoever it was didn’t matter.
“Everyone who comes to the Azure Cloud Prefecture has their own objective.”
Banshu Ao’s voice was calm.
He knew clearly that the person opposite him should be able to hear him.
Even if he was going to kill the other party, he wanted them to die understanding why.
“When Qiuyue sought me out, he said there was a monstrous genius in the Azure Cloud Prefecture who wanted to snatch my title as the number one person below the Body Integration realm.
He was truly laughable.”
“Living up to this point, Grandhaven Prefecture City is full of such people.
Someone wants to snatch your title as the number one Foundation Establishment cultivator, the number one Golden Core cultivator, the number one Nascent Soul cultivator…
The world thinks I care about these hypocritical reputations.”
“But I know clearly that no one can take them away, because to me, I have no rivals within the same realm.”
Perhaps it was because he was too long-winded.
The person ahead grew somewhat impatient.
A shouted question mixed with the heavy rain echoed in his ears, “Did you motherfucking come here just to spout nonsense?”
Banshu Ao didn’t mind.
He continued talking to himself,
“The year I was in the Golden Core realm, I met the Human Emperor.
From that day on, I knew that apart from him, no one else was worth my pursuit.
Since reaching the Nascent Soul realm, I have never fought again.
Partly because I am unwilling to be forced into hiding by the Human Emperor, who could abandon a prosperous place like Grandhaven Prefecture City, wouldn’t you agree?”
“No one in the world has ever fought me. I am unwilling; they are unworthy.”
“Now the Human Emperor is old, which poses no hindrance to my breakthrough to the Body Integration realm.
Before I break through, I want to see if the legendary Old Ancestor of the Azure Cloud Prefecture, who possesses spatial rules, can move my Dao.”
…
Through the heavy rain.
Li Yunlin held a whisk in his hand. He was expressionless, with the old cat on his shoulder.
Faint spiritual energy radiated from the man and the cat, isolating them from the torrential downpour.
That earlier shout had come from the old cat. As for him… he wasn’t that idle.
The Old Ancestor had said that this rain was a Body Integration expert casting a technique, keeping an eye on the entire Li Clan.
And this unknown thing wanted to lure the Old Ancestor away.
Li Yunlin had arrived.
As for who this person was? It didn’t matter.
Ever since the day the Old Tree helped him see that all twenty-three Dao Gates were completely sealed off, as long as he didn’t run into the Old Ancestor, Grandpa, Father, Second Aunt, Fourth Aunt… Never mind, most people didn’t matter.
The old cat bristled, the idiot in front still rambling. “Little Lin, this person is not simple!”
“Mhm.”
Li Yunlin nodded.
The rain was still falling, but in Li Yunlin’s eyes, everything was still.
He could clearly feel that, despite still being at the border between the Azure Cloud Prefecture and the Duravia Trade Prefecture, he had already entered another identical world.
He had entered the opponent’s Void Refining space.
Li Yunlin finally understood why the other party was so indifferent, why he dared to openly claim he wanted to deal with the Old Ancestor.
It was because this person was genuinely powerful.
Illusion and reality merged to form a new world.
In this hazy world.
Li Yunlin raised his hand, spiritual energy erupting from his body.
Earth-grade technique, Divine Dark Soul-Locking Art!
This was a technique used by Zhuo Linlin.
Eight dark orbs appeared behind Li Yunlin, locking onto Banshu Ao’s divine soul ahead.
The world turned into a night of rain, and the eight dark orbs shot straight into the cloudy sky, spinning wildly and twisting into a massive rope.
“Boom!”
The heavy rain of the entire world turned black, splashing in all directions.
The black clouds in the cloudy sky dissipated, revealing bright light once more, before turning back into a torrential downpour.
Li Yunlin frowned slightly.
“Tap, tap, tap.”
A pedestrian in the rain; the heavy rain battered the oiled paper umbrella.
Banshu Ao passed by parallel to Li Yunlin, ten meters to his left.
A faint laugh filled with arrogance and disdain came through.
“Ants can never reach the gods.
You are using the rules of darkness; you are not the Li Clan’s Old Ancestor.
However, for a mayfly attempting to shake a tree, it is worthy of praise. I don’t mind playing with you for a bit.”
Li Yunlin cast a slight sidelong glance at this person and finally spoke his first words.
“Daoist friend, are you sick?”
In Merit City.
The heavy rain pouring over the Azure Cloud Prefecture emanated an aura of Dao rhythm.
Perfected Qiuyue personally led over a hundred people to the location of the Li Clan’s Merit Grotto-Heaven.
His face was extremely ugly.
To the outside world, the Merit Grotto-Heaven appeared as a single red leaf drifting in the cloudy sky, concealing the entire Grotto-Heaven within it, suspended high above Solaria City.
But now.
Under this torrential rain, as the commoners of Solaria City rushed to seek shelter, Perfected Qiuyue pinched the red leaf from the sky, feeling as if he had picked up a rare treasure.
After the great war in the Western Frontier, everyone in the Imperial Dynasty knew of the ‘Primal Leaf’, which could isolate heavenly secrets.
“Perfected One, the Merit Grotto-Heaven has… run away,” a cultivator said, looking back at the hundred-plus people behind him with an ugly expression.
“Someone among us must have leaked the information; otherwise, with our plan so well-prepared and completely concealed, how could the Li Clan know we were coming?”
“There’s also Banshu Ao. He was intercepted in Azure Cloud Prefecture, and it was Li Yunlin who stopped him.”
“How is that possible? Banshu Ao is the number one person below the Body Integration realm; how could Li Yunlin possibly stop him?”
“Heh, ‘number one person below the Body Integration realm’—have you ever fought him? Or have you ever seen him fight anyone?
Has Xu Xian of the Eternal Immortal Sect ever proclaimed himself the number one person below the Body Integration realm?”
“This…”
As soon as the Azure Cloud Li Clan’s Grotto-Heaven Paradise disappeared, the group—gathered from all over the world—began to argue among themselves to cover up the trace of unease rising in their hearts.
Their intelligence had been compromised.
Only at this moment did they finally remember: this was the territory of the Azure Cloud Li Clan!
The vanished Li Clan would be staring at them from the shadows like a poisonous snake.
“Enough!”
Perfected Qiuyue let the heavy rain drench him.
He tightly crushed the ‘Primal Red Leaf’ in his hand, turning the broken leaf to mush with his Spiritual power, and let out a cold sneer.
“The Li Clan wants to flee? Where could they possibly escape to?”
As everyone’s gaze focused on him.
Perfected Qiuyue’s mocking tone grew louder.
“Even if those surnamed Li caught wind of the news, the fact that they fled proves they know they are no match for us.
They have twenty-four Grotto-Heavens; we will march to all twenty-four and see how many of them can escape.
If we still can’t find them, then we will kill their friends and relatives.”
“Uncle Rain has already deployed his Body Integration technique.
He governs the rain of the world; bathing in his drizzle, nothing in the world can hide.
Lord Uncle Rain will always be able to see through the eyes of others to locate the Li Clan.”
“Let’s go. We will slaughter them all right now.”
Having spoken, Perfected Qiuyue flew indifferently toward the direction of the Immortal Martial Grotto-Heaven.
Once he was ahead of the crowd, his mocking expression completely vanished, replaced by an endless glint of terror in his eyes.
There was one thing he hadn’t told these fellow Daoists.
“It’s just that…”
“A loosed arrow cannot return.” Perfected Qiuyue’s heart pounded wildly.
“We have Uncle Rain and over ten Void Refining cultivators.
Li Yunlin is absolutely no match for Young Master Banshu.
Even three or four Void Refining cultivators wouldn’t be able to escape Young Master Banshu’s ‘World’ rules.”
“The Li Clan is trying to disturb our morale, wanting to scare us off. It must be so!”
Meanwhile.
Below the departing horde of experts, within Solaria City.
The crushed ball of leaves fell toward the center of the city.
A person leaped onto a rooftop, catching the leaves drifting down from the cloudy sky.
This person had a petite figure and wore a black robe.
She slowly pulled down her hood, letting the rain drench her twin tails.
Li Kuanghua looked down and unraveled the crumpled leaves.
A conspicuous line of golden text surfaced on the leaf—
[You have one chance to leave.]
“Do they really think today’s Azure Cloud is still the Azure Cloud of the past?”
Li Kuanghua murmured, looking down at the streets below.
Following her gaze.
The commoners running in the rain, seemingly rushing to seek shelter under the eaves, all raised their heads. In their hands, each gripped a red leaf.
No, these weren’t commoners; these were all members of the Azure Cloud Li Clan!
They had never left!
Li Kuanghua watched the Spirit Tablet hanging around her neck flash with light.
“We just didn’t want to harm the commoners and ordinary cultivators, that’s all.”
Soon after.
She tightly gripped the Spirit Tablet and asked, “Old Ancestor, can I make my move now?”
Sure enough, the Old Ancestor’s hoarse yet majestic voice transmitted from the Spirit Tablet.
However, it carried a hint of teasing and mischief.
“You are a Bodhisattva; you should focus on delivering souls.”
Li Kuanghua instantly tilted her head, revealing a neat row of bright white teeth.
“Very well then, your child will go deliver them.”
In the heavy rain.
A metallic clanking sound echoed out.
Li Kuanghua walked along the muddy road facing the pouring rain, pulling a dark iron chain.
It was none other than the Heaven-Imprisoning Lock, the very artifact Li Dalong used to suppress souls and Spiritual power.
Trailing behind the Heaven-Imprisoning Lock was Nun Dairou, her limbs bound, stumbling along like a walking corpse.
“Amitabha. Dharma Master Dairou, today there are wicked scoundrels uttering false words to insult our Buddhist sect. What should be done?”
“Deliver them to their next life. If they still refuse to submit, cast them into the eighteenth layer of Hell!”
“Wrong. Hell has no gates.”
“Yes, Dharma Master Kuanghua.”
“Wrong again. Call me Bodhisattva.”
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