Chapter 760 760: Unstable
Fuck, I dare say you didn't open it! Author, are there any other people?
The assassin's face was pale as white paper, clearly suffering from excessive blood loss, even the newly elevated kingdom seemed unstable.
"Close to death!"
A bloodied hand clung to Li's whispered voice, the aura of death on it making him shiver. For the first time, death was so near!
I'm alive because I'm not at the pinnacle of the world!
I'm alive because I'm waiting for my family!
At this moment, in the span of life past and present, relatives from two generations seemed to flip through slides, just like Li Qingyu's heart.
Li Qingyu's eyes brimmed with determination. He would never die!
"Bang!"
With the intense thump of the heart, a warm resonance echoed, coursing through the veins, nourishing Li Qingyu's limbs and bones, completing the circulation before surging back into the heart.
"A graceful swim! Fuhu Fist!"
Li Qingyu deftly shifted, dodging the bloodied hand without the slightest hindrance. He stood straight, piercing through the assassin's chest like wind from a thunderous drum piercing the air.
"Training the viscera? How could it be…!"
Yanking his fist back, the assassin's body lost its strength, collapsing sideways to the ground, the blood gurgling heavily from the large cavity, soaking the earth around.
Li Qingyu, dressed in coarse clothes, felt a churn in his stomach. Though this wasn't the first murder attempt against him, it was the first time he witnessed such a ghastly scene.
It wasn't entirely safe yet; Li Qingyu got moving again, as a pack of ferocious beasts raced toward him.
But it was too late—the ground trembled ever more violently, leaves fell in a torrent, and the sight resembling a herd of galloping horses was felt right there!
"Is fleeing from death still an impossible task?" Li Qingyu couldn't help but laugh grimly, throwing his weight onto the ground.
The little creature Li Qingyu called Simba saw Li Qing awake for an hour; when Li Qingyu tenderly thanked it and whispered two soft words to it, its young body shifted slightly. Yet when thinking of Li Hai and the royal collection's exploitation of beasts or feral monsters, anger surged in Simba. Just as Li Qingyu retrieved the last shard of the giant beast egg, all animals under Simba's command could no longer act. It opened its heart and devoured it.
What, you ask where my pace is going?
Pardon me, what does it mean for a beast to eat? Is it all consumed?
Li Qingyu stroked the little animal's head, gazing toward the sky, feeling mildly stunned, pondering how backward these two truly were, fighting like this? It hardly felt criminal at all.
"Come on!" Ji Jun urged.
Li Qingyu muttered under his breath, "Why? Why go? I'll just go over there to make soy sauce. You don't have to bother with me."
Make soy sauce. Is this the place to make soy sauce?
Ji Ruxue nearly exploded. She urged him again, "Hurry up!"
Ah, as it turns out, Ji Ruxue was wounded. Now, she directly exploited a weakness in Singer's stance. She slapped Singer directly on the zero-degree field. Ji Ruxue recoiled from the impact, her face pale, blood staining her lips—clearly, her injuries weren't minor.
"Leave? Stay!"
Li Qingyu's pupils constricted; Singer had appeared beside him. The critical thing was that Li Qingyu could clearly sense the fierce murderous intent emanating from Simba.
"What? I didn't accidentally harm you and now—you want to rob your daughter and kill her with murder?" Li Qingyu babbled confusedly. How had the drama flipped upside down so fast? Shouldn't you be taking Ji Ruxue away directly and saying farewell? Why would you rush over to kill me now?
Everyone silently blamed Li Qingyu. This truly was because he didn't understand what the beast might require.
A cold smile curled at his lips. "Dead! Lions and tigers are what will break hearts!"
"No!" Ji Ruxue's face turned pale, eyes involuntarily closing. If she could, she'd rather trade her own life for Li Qingyu's, for Li Qingyu carried greater value and potential. As long as he grew strong, he'd certainly be a formidable force against outside threats to the nation in the future.
Li Qingyu's heart sank profoundly. Hmm. He reflexively cursed the women of the Xin family back to their eighteenth generation ancestors. Subconsciously, his body performed the Fuhu Fist, condensing his entire essence.
Then—refuse to wait for death. Even if you die, die gloriously, die spectacularly!
"Trouble!" Singer's devastating lion-tiger palm clashed fiercely with Li Qingyu's Fuhu Fist. Li Qingyu's hand bones shattered; his body was flung like a stringless kite, tossed repeatedly into a near-death state, with an estimated difficulty score of 8.3.
"Ah—Am I…not dead?!" Li Qingyu crawled up from the ground in panic, touching himself everywhere before slapping his own face. Concluding one fact, he managed to summon some living vitality—Ah!
Ji Ruxue heard Li's murmur. Opening her eyes, she remained stunned. Ji Ruxue could only exert the faintest effort, striking Nirvana itself almost jokingly.
Quipping poorly against Nirvana like this!
Honestly, thinking about how amazing that would be—the result was ironically the same.
Looking at Singer again, on his side he was dazed, of course. Besides being dazed... there was also… embarrassment...
Ji Ruxue's eyes immediately gleamed with understanding. She clapped her hands and said, "Oh, now it's clear! I didn't expect Singer to hit Nirvana at this time!"
Hearing Ji Ruxue's explanation, Li Qingyu suddenly grasped it: "Wait a second; is this Nirvana!"
Nirvana is the trickiest domain to grasp. At the same time, it carries the dichotomy of life and death. For during Nirvana, cultivators' realms become exceedingly unstable. Changes could occur at any given moment, whether a surge or a steep descent.
Thus, most Nirvana practitioners choose seclusion, rarely stepping out in case of uncertain fluctuations. After all, you never know what state you'll find yourself in the next second.
Historically, many formidable individuals died at Nirvana's edge, but only a few at the hands of senior monks—most fell to junior monks…
It's precisely embarrassing—like Singer's current predicament…
"Thirty years in the East, thirty years in the West. Who's the lettuce from the heavens? Why even bother with those words? Why the urge to kill me?"
Li Qingyu jovially turned himself around. From his slap onward, Singer was merely a kingdom-tier practitioner at a Dan Origin border. The key point was that he had now cultivated through three abdominal peaks.
It wasn't entirely weak. Li Qingyu began summoning his hands; he decided he wouldn't let this day pass silently in history.
Think about it—some individuals achieve Nirvana by transcending the life realm; others use the Dan Yuan realm to slay Nirvana practitioners; while yet, none seemed to slay Nirvana through the visceral realm.
"Brother, it's me.
Your child…"
"You hesitated!"
"You and that child!"
"Lying with your eyes open—doesn't your conscience ache?" Li Qingyu snapped with frustration.
Ji Ruxue and Singer both fell silent, thinking about how elderly people were supposed to uphold some reputation of integrity.
Little could they anticipate when Li Qingyu smirked mischievously and declared: "I'm just a pure youth! I'm merely adored by everyone, where flowers bloom, cars explode, jumping through nine heavens fearing my presence. Men, women, old people, fairies, and ghosts—they all tremble before my universally unrivaled superhandsome aura!"
Singer's jaw dropped in horror. Absolutely unthinkable—this level of arrogance, declaring oneself invincible across the universe in sheer egotism.
From that moment, Ji Ruxue kept a noticeable distance from Li Qingyu. She adopted the creature-preservation method, covering Simba's ears while inspecting her eyes. For those twin things? She swore never to follow this path.
Li Qingyan's head swayed leisurely, indulging himself. Speaking softly, he said, "Indeed, the world has tolerated half-truth realities. 'Ah!'" His gaze, melancholic yet profound, remained unsure whether he had unjustly suffered colossal grievances throughout the day.