Chapter 71
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Chapter 71: Don’t Provoke the Tiger!
Yi Qianmo regarded Tang Yuan with astonishment. Despite being at the Qi Refining Stage, he assumed defeating Tang Yuan would be effortless. Yet, the clash revealed a shocking reality: Tang Yuan’s spiritual power far exceeded that of Yu Youwei when she utilized the Xuan Yuan True Method. Their earlier exchange left Yi Qianmo without an edge.
“Impossible!”
Tang Yuan was equally stunned. At the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage and armed with the Tang family’s Purple Extreme Divine Skill, his spiritual power dwarfed that of ordinary cultivators. Though he held a slight upper hand in their clash, the lack of an overwhelming victory bewildered him.
“There are many things that seem impossible.”
Without hesitation, Yi Qianmo activated the Great Yi Sword Technique, calling forth the Wind of Xun.
Spiritual energy surged around him, rendering his body as light as a breeze. The Great Yi Sword Technique was renowned for its versatility, with each of its eight forms serving a unique purpose. The Wind Form, in particular, focused on agility and unpredictability. A skilled practitioner could wield it to stir fierce winds, tearing through any adversary.
Though Yi Qianmo had only grasped its basics, his speed doubled in an instant.
Clang, clang, clang!
The battle resumed, with Yi Qianmo moving like a phantom, evading Tang Yuan’s strikes and forcing him into a purely defensive stance. However, no matter how fast he was, Yi Qianmo couldn’t break through Tang Yuan’s formidable defense.
Tang Yuan grew increasingly frustrated. As the heir to the Tang family and a master of the Purple Extreme Divine Skill, being matched by an unaffiliated cultivator was humiliating.
“You’re courting death!”
With a roar, Tang Yuan’s spiritual energy erupted in a faint purple glow, enveloping him in a noble aura. The surge in power bolstered his speed and strength, forcing a worried frown onto Yi Qianmo’s face.
Clang, clang, clang!
Dozens of sword clashes rang out in rapid succession. Sparks flew, and the force of the collisions tore open Yi Qianmo’s hand. Blood streamed from his wounds, and his spiritual power faltered.
“You little beast! It seems you’ve inherited your family’s legacy. Hand it over, and I might spare your life!”
Tang Yuan’s eyes burned with greed.
The nine branches of the Yi family each possessed unique inheritances. The Tang family’s Purple Extreme Divine Skill had built their legacy, cementing their dominance in the Qin Land. Tang Yuan recognized that the inheritance Yi Qianmo wielded was no ordinary sword technique. Combined with the Tang family’s skills, it could elevate them to unparalleled heights.
“Want it? Then come and take it!”
Yi Qianmo steeled himself. He had underestimated Tang Yuan, but retreat was not an option.
“If the tiger doesn’t bare its claws, do you think it’s a sick cat?”
Tang Yuan roared, his sword technique shifting into the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique of the Tang Gate. The movements were like drifting clouds—graceful, fluid, and impossible to predict. Backed by the Purple Extreme Divine Skill, Tang Yuan’s strikes nearly landed fatal blows on Yi Qianmo.
“I should be the one saying that! Do you really think I’m a sick cat?!”
Realizing he could no longer hold back, Yi Qianmo unleashed his full power.
“Hahaha! Besides your sword technique, what else do you have?”
Tang Yuan sneered, his confidence soaring. “I’ve changed my mind. I want your inheritance and your life!”
Suddenly, a radiant white light emanated from Yi Qianmo’s body as the Sword Pill within him activated. Spiritual energy drained from his dantian and flowed into his meridians, transforming him. His silver-glowing eyes burned with divine intensity.
“What is this… thing?!”
Tang Yuan’s arrogance melted into fear.
“Something that will take your life.”
Yi Qianmo lunged, his speed and power amplified by the sword’s energy.
Clang!
The clash sent shockwaves through the battlefield. Tang Yuan’s wrist shattered under the force, and he was flung to the ground.
“How… how can this be?!”
Clutching his broken wrist, Tang Yuan stared at Yi Qianmo in disbelief.
Whoosh!
In a flash, Yi Qianmo stood over him, his sword poised to strike. “I told you—there are many things you think are impossible!”
“Don’t you dare!”
Tang Yuan’s voice trembled with both anger and desperation.
Thud!
The blade pierced Tang Yuan’s chest. Blood spurted as Yi Qianmo pulled the sword free.
“Why should I be afraid?”
Yi Qianmo’s cold reply echoed as Tang Yuan collapsed, lifeless.
“Young Master!”
The two Tang family cultivators were horrified.
Moments earlier, they had held the upper hand against Zhou Lanting. Confident in Tang Yuan’s strength, they hadn’t anticipated his sudden death. Now, their confidence crumbled.
“Take him down!”
One cultivator abandoned Zhou Lanting and charged at Yi Qianmo.
Yi Qianmo, though victorious, was at his limit. His spiritual power was depleted, and he could barely lift his sword. When the Foundation Establishment cultivator struck, the sheer force shattered his defenses.
Splash!
Thrown back, Yi Qianmo tumbled into the raging river behind him. The water swallowed him whole, his figure vanishing instantly.
“Should we go after him?”
The cultivators hesitated.
“No.”
The remaining cultivator glanced at Zhou Lanting, who had used the chaos to escape. “We’ve lost enough already. Let’s return.”
The rushing river carried Yi Qianmo away, his fate uncertain.