Chapter 1480 - 1136: Sun Ren, Ten Thousand Paths!
The imperial city supports the San Qin, wind and smoke overlook the Five Jins.
Within the seas, friends remain, at the ends of the world, like near neighbors.
Confidant?
What is a confidant?
Some say a formidable opponent is often your closest confidant because only your opponent understands you well, isn’t that a confidant worthy of mutual respect?
Some say a confidant is like a lover, but different from the degree of a lover, yet undeniably, such a relationship is the most comfortable and the most pleasing and unforgettable.
People in the Martial World, like the infamous Black Wind Village Chief, also have no shortage of confidants, and he is now on the path to seeking a confidant.
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Ying Country.
In the sporadic, incomplete historical records of the Mixed Martial Arts World, it is rumored that this vassal state was not yet born before the Hundred Countries War. At that time, the most powerful country was undoubtedly the Qin State. After Qin destroyed the six states, it intended to compete with the Holy Dynasty for supremacy, to unite all the vassal states of the world. However, at its peak, Qin Shi Huang was defeated and severely injured in three moves by the Holy Emperor of the Holy Dynasty. Henceforth, the Qin State declined, and the Holy Dynasty established its dominance over the world, laid down rules, becoming the most powerful country over all vassal states.
During that period, as Qin Shi Huang was nearing his end due to severe injuries, he widely invited alchemists from all over the world to search for the Immortal Pill. An alchemist named Xu Fu responded to the invitation.
This man had extraordinary skills. After studying fate, he deduced that one of the four auspicious beasts, the Phoenix, existed in the mortal realm. He then borrowed Qin State’s most elite crossbow soldiers, light car army, and the Guanzhong Army to besiege the Phoenix. After they finally killed the Phoenix, he used the Phoenix Blood along with various rare herbs to refine the Immortal Pill, but swallowed it himself.
Xu Fu, fearing Qin Shi Huang’s wrath upon finding out, lied that he was going to the immortal islands overseas to seek the Immortality Elixir to extend Qin Huang’s life and heal him. He then led three thousand young boys and girls and fled overseas, leaving no trace. Ying Country was born from the three thousand boys and girls Xu Fu led to settle overseas.
"After Ying Country, no other vassal states were born, because thereafter, the Holy Dynasty implemented rules limiting the number of vassal states and the inheritance of the royal bloodline of each country. Even the largest forces, without the Holy Dynasty’s recognition, could hardly establish a nation..."
Recalling the history of the vassal state’s birth, Jiang Dali couldn’t help but feel a bit wistful in his words.
Listening to such secret history, Bu Jingyun coldly said, "I don’t believe there’s truly an Immortal Pill in this world! Otherwise, if Xu Fu hadn’t died, why is there not a single word from him?"
Jiang Dali laughed heartily and said, "You don’t believe in the Immortal Pill, neither do I, but not talking about immortality, just longevity, there are still people who can live long, for example, the Eternal Life God in the God-searching Palace. This person indeed seems like an old tortoise, living long enough, do you think he might be Xu Fu disguised? And then established a so-called God-searching Palace and proclaimed himself a god?"
Bu Jingyun, who only talks so much in front of Jiang Dali, said lightly, "If he’s Xu Fu, living for so many years, yet still only able to hide in the God-searching Palace playing tricks, his martial arts talent is really poor."
"Hahaha, well said. It seems this alchemist hired by Qin Shi Huang, even if he refined the Immortal Pill with Phoenix Blood, ultimately might have died too. Otherwise, if this person were still alive, even with poor martial arts talent, he would still be a terrifying figure."
Jiang Dali chuckled and said, recalling the time when he and Dongfang Bubai went to the Feng Clan. The story of Xu Fu, the Qin State alchemist, was what he learned from Dongfang Bubai at that time. Now, Dongfang Bubai is trying to seize the Orochi Poison Blood; has he succeeded?
He folded his arms across his chest, took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze, and with sharp tiger eyes, he looked down upon the vast island nation below on the sea. He saw the sea’s color one part emerald and one part deep blue, the blue sky and white clouds reflecting on the shaded water, appearing particularly clear. The distant mountains and the nearby coconut groves on the island under the sunlight had silhouette-like distinct outlines.
At this moment, the wind was calm, the sun gentle. Returning to the Foreign Realm, Jiang Dali was in a completely different mindset, devoid of the battle intent and murderous aura of leading many Black Wind Village Disciples and Eight Desolate Disciples to invade Ying Country and change the course of war. He only had the mood to peacefully enjoy the exotic scenery.
Of course, all of this was based on the premise that no one would provoke him.
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Under Ying Country’s Sunset Mountain, beside a tomb path, densely packed with numerous ninjas and samurai from New Yin Sect, Iga School, and Hidden Sword Style, many samurai and ninja experts were gathered outside the Holy Tomb, looking solemn and prepared for battle, as if something extremely dangerous was brewing inside the Holy Tomb.
"Roar!"
A heart-stopping, angry roar suddenly emerged from the tomb path. The terrifying sound waves burst out of the tomb path, raising dust and sand, and suddenly under the guidance of a zither sound, they surged with intense killing intent like turbulent waves towards the gathered samurai.
Immediately, a cacophony of clashing weapons and cursing arose in chaos. Suddenly, a cold snort like a morning bell at sunset echoed into the chaotic battle circle. A peculiar figure flickered lightning-fast into the scene, landing in the middle of the concentrated sound waves turned sand waves.
Instantly, two twisted Qi Forces burst from his feet into the heavy sand waves, collapsing them into countless fine grains of sand and broken dry branches, accompanied by fierce Qi Force explosions.
At that instant, a powerful killing intent, along with a surging airflow, rushed over. Among them was a bit of sharp chill, swiftly slicing through the air straight towards the suddenly appearing expert.
"ing!!!"
A sharp ringing sound piercing through the eardrum and even the brain, accompanied by the powerful explosion of needle intent, like devilish music delving into one’s mind, trying to drive one insane.
"Hmph!"
The appearing figure suddenly turned sideways, extending two steel-like fingers to pinch and caught a golden needle coated with poison just in the nick of time between two fingers. The True Qi infused between his fingers surged, forcibly repelling the poison pierced by the golden needle, flicking it off to the ground.
Chhh—
The ground was pierced by a long needle, immediately revealing a corrosive, dark black poison hole, shocking to behold.
At this moment, the person who appeared finally slowly turned his sideways body, with a pair of large-knuckled hands crossed behind his back, his eyes gleaming coldly as he stared at the tall, dark entrance of the mausoleum opposite. His face was obscured from the nose up by a metal mask; he wore a large green robe that covered his head, his hair disheveled, and a scruffy beard covering his face. The whole person exuded a fierce, overbearing aura, full of momentum. His slightly upturned mouth, full of determination, opened as he spoke in a low voice with clumsy Central Earth speech.
"Dongfang Bubai, Qin Mo, I, Sun Ren, give you one last chance: walk out of the Holy Tomb immediately and don’t try to force your way through, or none of you will leave here today, not even the Black Wind Village Chief can save you."
"Hehehe, hahaha..."
A moment later, from within the mausoleum came an arrogant, gender-neutral laugh with authority, the sound fluctuating unpredictably, now seeming to be on the left, then the right, now above, now below, sometimes like ventriloquism, full of mystery.
"Sun Ren Tian Yin, if you wish to stop me, you are welcome to enter the Holy Tomb and have a match with me, instead of wasting your breath outside. If the Black Wind Village Chief were here, you wouldn’t even have a chance to speak."
Hearing this, Sun Ren Tian Yin’s face sank, and a strong murderous intent surged within him, as a multitude of vicious thoughts swept through his mind, forming numerous evil ideas.
When the Black Wind Village Chief led an army to Ying Country last year, he was in seclusion, cultivating alongside his brother, Shen Ren. Later, he received the lifelong teachings of his master, the Great Master, known as "Ten Thousand Paths," and found it a treasure to study for a long time, only emerging three months ago to lead the Hidden Sword Sect and compete with the No God Absolute Palace, which had taken over the Boxing Sect, for the position of Ying Country’s overlord. Who would have thought that the No God Absolute Palace had already been destroyed by a mountain bandit leader from the Central Plains Martial Arts?
Sun Ren Tian Yin was greatly shocked but also began, with his brother Shen Ren, to jointly consume the Martial World resources left vacant after the destruction of the No God Absolute Palace. With their astonishing strength, they quickly expanded the Hidden Sword Style, while secretly investigating all information regarding the Black Wind Village Chief.
By today, he of course knew who the Black Wind Village Chief was and how powerful he was, but that could not justify the actions of his people in Ying Country.
As the Sect Leader of the Hidden Sword Style, which had recently risen to prominence in Ying Country’s Martial World and showed great potential to become the next overlord after the No God Absolute Palace, when someone like Dongfang Bubai from the Central Plains Martial Arts intruded into the forbidden land of Ying Country, if Sun Ren Tian Yin wanted to be Ying Country’s leading dragonhead, he had to do his utmost to stop them, and couldn’t just let people bully them without standing up; otherwise, how would the Martial World people of Ying Country look up to him?
Moreover, in terms of personal ambition, he also wished to gauge the reaction of the Black Wind Village Chief by expelling Dongfang Bubai and the others, thus setting in motion the most important next step of his plan: to reclaim the No God Absolute Palace, which had turned into a branch of the Black Wind Village’s Eight Desolates.
As long as this No God Absolute Palace occupied by the Black Wind Village’s Eight Desolate Disciples existed, it would always be a stain of shame for the Martial World people of Ying Country. If the new Martial World overlord couldn’t eradicate this shame, they would struggle to gain recognition from the Martial Artists’ world.
Now, faced with Dongfang Bubai’s arrogant mockery, Sun Ren Tian Yin’s internal killing intent surged fiercely as he coldly snorted and raised his hand in a signal.
Immediately, a large number of Samurai scattered, while groups of agile ninjas carried in boxes of heavy objects and carefully placed them on the ground.
Sun Ren Tian Yin said loudly and coldly, "Dongfang Bubai, I have scoured the entire Martial World to prepare this nearly one ton of Thunder Fire. Guess, should this thunder fire be thrown into the Holy Tomb, would it be enough to blow you to bits?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the Holy Tomb fell into silence for a moment, then Dongfang Bubai’s disdainful voice emerged.
"To think that your dignified Hidden Sword Style Sword Sect would resort to such petty tricks in the end. Fine, I will come out and meet you personally and see what you can do against us."
With these words said, a roar accompanied by a slight tremor emanated from within the mausoleum, and two lantern-like, green eyes suddenly appeared from the dark mausoleum, followed by a zither sound erupting like the clashing of gold and iron.
Invisible sound waves instantly vibrated the air into distortion, forming sharp sound blades like flying scissors, swiftly spreading in all directions.
Immediately, chaos erupted, as all sorts of weird curses accompanied by the clashing sound of iron broke out. Numerous Samurai wielded peculiar long blades, cold as snow, thin as paper, to fend off, but were helpless against the invisible sound waves and got hit one after another. Some chests bore harrowing red punctures to then quickly dissolve; others experienced sudden slashes across their necks with blood spurting, collapsing powerlessly to the ground.
"Bastard!"
Sun Ren shouted angrily, his arms suddenly raised, and a terrifying, violent aura of momentum accompanied by ten yards of Heaven and Earth Power instantly enveloped the surroundings. With a quick pressing down of his large hands, the ground beneath suddenly shook and collapsed, raising countless dust and sand. As he combined and spun his hands, he formed a formidable force field.
Ten Thousand Paths!!!
Boom Boom Boom—
Countless invisible sound waves clashed with the dust and dirt outside the force field, disappearing.
Sun’s muscles swelled as he pushed fiercely, sending a ten-yard-tall, massive Qi Force enveloped with sand and soil, muddy as if rolling like a snowball, furiously crashing toward the Holy Tomb’s entrance, immediately blocking all sound waves that shook out at the entrance.
"Roar!!"
A huge demon dragon covered in dark green scale armor roared as it carried three individuals, soaring wildly into the air with its razor-sharp claws. Its large mouth opened wide, and a ball of poisonous flames spewed viciously from its terrifying dragon jaws...
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