My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

Huang Tiancheng stared at him for a long moment before nodding slowly.

"Alright. When do we make our move?"

"Wait for my signal. If all goes according to plan, it will be three days from now. The location is Lost Soul Valley, eight hundred miles southwest of the Main Courtyard. The terrain there is enclosed, the Spiritual Qi is chaotic, and very few Cultivators ever set foot there. Combined with the Locking Sky Talismans, it’s foolproof."

Qian Wanjing pushed a Communication Jade Talisman across the table to Huang Tiancheng. "This is for contact. See you in the valley in three days."

With that, he pulled his hood back up, turned to open the window, and his figure melted into the night.

Huang Tiancheng stood alone in the study, his gaze fixed on the Memory Stone on the table, his expression flickering with uncertainty.

After a long while, he snatched up the Memory Stone. Pill Qi pulsed from his palm, shattering it into dust.

"Liang Cheng..."

He muttered under his breath, a tide of killing intent rising in his eyes. "It’s time to avenge Ming’er."

’Now that Qian Wanjing is taking the initiative to eliminate this threat for him, it’s truly a godsend!’

...

Inside the Profound Spirit Secret Realm, Spiritual Mist churned and billowed.

Liang Cheng sat cross-legged within it. Nine seven-colored whirlpools of Spiritual Qi slowly spun around him, drawing immense amounts of pure Spiritual Qi into his body with every breath.

In his Dantian, nine Gang Qi Seeds glimmered like stars. With each pulse, the Gang Qi throughout his body grew a fraction more condensed.

[Broken Wave Technique, Fourth Layer: Minor Success (6589/22000)]

[Nine Heavens Mountain-Breaking Saber: Great Success (38901/40000)]

He was not far from reaching the Perfection Realm of the Nine Heavens Mountain-Breaking Saber.

Just as he was about to immerse himself completely in his Cultivation again, something happened—

"BZZZT!"

The Communication Jade Talisman at his waist suddenly began to vibrate.

Liang Cheng frowned, pulling himself out of his deep state of Cultivation.

He took out the Jade Talisman, surprised to see it was a message from his master, Yang Wei.

"Cheng’er, come to Lost Soul Valley as soon as you get this. I’ve found a clue about Uncle Wang and have tracked it here. I have no choice but to ask for your help."

The message was short, but the seal at the end was indeed his master’s unique mark.

’Lost Soul Valley?’

’Uncle Wang?’

A map flashed through Liang Cheng’s mind. It was a desolate valley eight hundred miles southwest of the Main Courtyard where the Spiritual Qi was chaotic and Demon Beasts were nonexistent. Hardly anyone ever went there.

A sliver of doubt rose in his heart.

But the seal couldn’t be faked, and his master had used an emergency Jade Talisman for this message. ’He must have really found something on Uncle Wang. The Qiao Family incident has always been a thorn in Master’s side. If Uncle Wang showed up, it’s just like Master to go after him alone.’

’If it weren’t for the complex terrain of Lost Soul Valley, he probably wouldn’t have even notified me and would have just handled it himself.’

Liang Cheng mulled it over for a moment, then stood up, concealed his aura, and walked out of the Secret Realm.

Without alerting anyone, he left the Main Courtyard and transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the southwest.

With his current Cultivation, a distance of eight hundred miles would take him just over half an hour.

At the entrance to Lost Soul Valley, two bare, grayish-black mountains faced each other, forming a narrow mouth to the valley.

A miasma filled the valley, which was deathly silent. Not even the chirping of insects or birds could be heard.

Liang Cheng landed at the entrance. Besides the chaotic Spiritual Qi and the faint, poisonous miasma, there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary inside.

But the unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

"Master?"

He called out, his voice echoing through the valley, but there was no reply.

Liang Cheng gripped the Zhenxian Saber at his waist and slowly stepped into the valley.

He had barely walked a hundred zhang when something suddenly went wrong!

"VMMMM—!"

Three black Talismans shot up into the sky from three different points in the valley. They exploded in mid-air, transforming into three black curtains of light that instantly linked together, forming an inverted, bowl-shaped Barrier that enveloped the entire Lost Soul Valley!

’The Locking Sky Breath Prohibition!’

Liang Cheng’s pupils shrank. He tried to retreat violently, but it was too late.

The Barrier had formed, sealing off the inside from the outside.

"Hahahaha! Liang Cheng, you’re finally here!"

A wild laugh echoed from deep within the valley.

Three figures emerged from the miasma.

The one in the lead was, to his surprise, Qian Wanjing!

He looked much older and more haggard than he had half a year ago, but his eyes burned with hatred.

On his left and right each stood a man in black.

The one on the left was tall and burly, his aura as deep as an abyss; the one on the right was short and wiry, his gaze like a viper’s.

’Both at the True Gang Peak Realm!’

Meanwhile, Yang Wei was bound by black chains, hanging unconscious behind them, but his breathing was steady. Uncle Wang stood guard beside him, not daring to even look at Liang Cheng.

"Qian Wanjing?" Liang Cheng’s gaze turned cold. "You faked my master’s orders to lure me here?"

"That’s right!"

Qian Wanjing’s smile twisted.

"Oh, Liang Cheng, Liang Cheng. Your master is just like you—so sentimental and loyal. All I had to do was have Uncle Wang show his face, and he chased him thousands of miles to this very spot!"

At this, his expression turned vicious.

"Liang Cheng, to kill you, I’ve gambled everything. These three Locking Sky Talismans can last for an hour. For that one hour, no one in the outside world will know what happens here."

Qian Wanjing stared at him, his voice hoarse. "You will die today."

Liang Cheng glanced around, his heart sinking, but his expression remained unchanged. "Then let’s settle the score between us today," he said lightly.

"Settle the score?"

Qian Wanjing suddenly burst into wild laughter and pointed sharply at Liang Cheng.

"Take him down! Dead or alive!"

Qian Wanjing roared, his eyes filled with madness.

The moment his voice fell—

"VMMMM!!!"

From all around the valley, twelve blood-red pillars of light suddenly erupted!

The pillars shot into the sky, weaving together into a giant, blood-red net that completely enveloped the entire valley.

A thick, metallic stench of blood filled the air. The very ground seemed to come alive, oozing a dark red, viscous fluid.

’There’s an Array, too?!’

Liang Cheng’s pupils shrank.

He felt a heavy pressure descend from above, as if countless invisible hands were pulling at his limbs.

The circulation of Gang Qi in his body suddenly became sluggish, its speed slowing by a fraction for no apparent reason!

Meanwhile, the two men in black began to glow with an eerie, bloody light, their auras surging explosively!