Chapter 1294: Situ Fengcheng
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The man beside Zhu Qingyi was Situ Fengcheng. He was the senior disciple of King Zhongying and the sub-general of the Qingtian Tribe army that charged into Red River Mansion. He controlled millions of soldiers and was a true sovereign.
Situ Chengfeng was close to two meters tall. He had broad shoulders and a muscular body. His features were defined as if carved with an axe. He radiated masculinity.
Voice deep and booming, he said, “Qingyi, Master always says you’re smart. I didn’t think you’d make such a basic mistake either.”
“What mistake?” Zhu Qingyi stood up again. Holy light poured out of her body and all the blood on her disappeared. No longer seeming so pathetic, she recovered the elegance a top figure should have.
“Pei Yutian is on the Must-Kill List,” Situ Fengcheng said. “That means that there’s no way he’ll join the Immortal Vampires. What use is there to try convincing him?”
“Senior Brother, you are right.” A sly smile appeared on Zhu Qingyi’s face. “But it’s not entirely useless. At least, I could drag things out and wait for you to come save me.”
The entire time, Pei Yutian stood quietly on the side. His aura gradually sharpened. Some ancient lines appeared on his stone sword. These patterns were shockingly similar to the geographical pattern of the northern region.
Situ Fengcheng put his hands behind his back. His armor shone with metallic light under the moon. “Wutian of the east, Wufa of the west, Xinshu of the south, Yutian of the north, Wan Zhaoyi of the nine counties of the central region. I heard long ago that the Five Heroes are the strongest humans in the recent centuries. Now that I’ve seen you today, you didn’t disappoint. Your attainments in the broadsword are enough to become a Broadsword Saint of the north.”
“Situ Fengcheng,” Pei Yutian said, “I’ve heard your name more than once. I’ve already killed 42 Blood Saints. I hope you’ll become the 43rd.”
Situ Fengcheng smiled. “You’re not a bad prey. Unfortunately, I have other things today. I won’t fight you.”
“That’s not up to you. If you want to leave, you need my permission.”
“If I want to leave, you can’t stop me.”
Situ Fengcheng chuckled. He pointed forward and an earsplitting boom sounded in that direction. A figure wrapped in 64 layers of blood light shattered a mountain and walked out of it.
It was a middle-aged man covered in bloody patterns. He grasped a saintly sword and had six more on his back. Sword Qi shot out of him, going directly toward Pei Yutian.
Boom.
The Broadsword and Sword Qi from that strike tore apart the land. Even the clouds in the sky were torn. It became a place of death. Any being that ventured in would die.
Situ Fengcheng and Zhu Qingyi had already retreated to 500 miles away. Situ Fengcheng’s eyes narrowed. Staring at the windy and dusty area, he said, “As expected of Pei Yutian. He truly is an extremely powerful figure. He’s only cultivated for a few centuries, but he’s already so strong. He must be killed as soon as possible.”
Zhu Qingyi also inhaled sharply. Even if she used all the techniques she knew, she probably still couldn’t take three of Pei Yutian’s attacks.
“Senior Brother, where did you find that Sword Way figure? He can even counter Pei Yutian.”
“That’s a human Sword Saint,” Situ Fengcheng said.
“Sword Saint?”
Zhu Qingyi couldn’t stay calm. She was shocked. After all, there were only two human Sword Saints in the entire northern region. They were both old creatures who’d lived for more than 500 years. Each one was like a star that could shock the entire world with one strike.
“This man is Wang Beilie, once the leader of the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians. After the Blood Emperor captured him, he was turned into a blood slave. Now, he works for the Qingtian Tribe. I thought that he was strong enough to kill Pei Yutian, but I couldn’t have imagined that Pei Yutian would be this strong.”
“After becoming a blood slave,” Zhu Qingyi said, “Wang Beilie’s mind would be reduced. He won’t be able to perform with his original abilities. Otherwise, Pei Yutian wouldn’t be able to stop him.”
Situ Fengcheng stopped looking at the battlefield. Gazing at Zhu Qingying’s beautiful features, he said, “Master must have sent you to Red River Mansion for a secret mission, right?”
“I indeed have an important mission,” Zhu Qingyi answered. “Pick some powerful Saints from your army. I need to hurry over.”
…
Zhang Ruochen brought Huang Yanchen and Qing Mo, escaping to tens of thousands of miles away with extreme speed.
Gradually, the sharira’s power calmed and Zhang Ruochen’s speed recovered to normal. The three didn’t stop. They continued to flee like crazy while erasing traces of their auras so the Immortal Vampires couldn’t find them.
Red River Mansion had indeed gone up in flames. Everywhere they went there was scorched dirt and it was hard to see a living being.
Some towns had sank into the ground from a strike, becoming a sky ditch. Other cities were destroyed and filled with dried corpses. Mountains were dyed red with blood. Rivers were filled with floating corpses that emanated disgusting smells.
It was too bloody. Rather than a human world, it was like a world of death.
Continuing forward, Zhang Ruochen’s group ran into some small Immortal Vampire armies. They killed through and finally reached a human city that hadn’t been conquered yet.
This city pass was very majestic. The city walls were hundreds of feet tall. They were imposing. From far away, it looked like a black mountain on the horizon.
“Zhilin Pass is the last major pass within Red River Mansion,” Huang Yanchen said. “It’s also the place where the imperial court and Immortal Vampires are fighting the most intensely. Once this pass is broken through, the entire Red River Mansion will fall. Shall we go in and look for information?”
Zhang Ruochen shook his head. “It’s best not to alert the strong figures of the imperial court, so we don’t get attacked on both sides. Let’s go through the place with the weakest defenses and go straight to Black Wind County.”
Zhilin Pass wasn’t far from Black Wind County. They were almost at the destination.
The imperial court’s defense wasn’t without holes. Zhang Ruochen’s group was able to pass through easily and continue toward Black Wind County.
The next few days, Zhang Ruochen kept absorbing the Spiritual Power from the sharira. His Spiritual Power improved quickly. He had already reached the peak of level 52.
“With this speed, I should reach level 53 in a few days.”
Zhang Ruochen couldn’t care about anything else now. He put his all into raising his combat abilities. This way, he wouldn’t be helpless the next time he met Zhu Qingyi.
He could only think of a way to resolve the disadvantages of using the sharira in the future.
Can I use spatial power with only Spiritual Power?
Zhang Ruochen’s biggest trump card was the power of time and space. If he still had these two abilities, he wouldn’t have to escape so pathetically when he met Zhu Qingyi.
However, these two needed to be supported by Holy Qi to be activated. Zhang Ruochen only had blood vessels constructed from Spiritual Power. He didn’t have meridians and Saintly Meridians. He couldn’t use Holy Qi at all.
Zhang Ruochen wasn’t willing. Spiritual Power can manipulate Spiritual Qi. I might be able to use spatial power with the help of Spiritual Qi.
“Spatial crack.”
Zhang Ruochen used Spiritual Power as the foundation and Spiritual Qi as the medium. He raised his arm and cut down. The space didn’t rip apart, but just trembled.
However, the slight tremble made Zhang Ruochen overjoyed. “There’s something.”
Next, Zhang Ruochen took out the Time and Space Secret Guide and started studying the ways of space seriously.
Before becoming a Saint, Zhang Ruochen had always been focused on cultivating palm and sword techniques. Now, he was finally able to calm down and study space.
Space has no boundaries but exists for eternity.
By “no boundaries,” it means that any point in space can be a starting point.
By “exists for eternity,” it means that space will always appear in the current time.
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The knowledge contained in space was very abstruse and vast. Zhang Ruochen only dared to research it closely after becoming a Saint. There wouldn’t have been any advantages in going too deeply before that.
As for the power of time, Zhang Ruochen still didn’t dare to touch it. If he sank into an illusion of time, he might break down entirely.
His eyes focused on one page. It described a technique of space—Spatial Twist. He’d cultivated this before too, but his knowledge of the technique remained in the shallowest level. If he met a true top figure, it would lose effectiveness. Any random attack from the enemy would pass through the distorted space.
After studying this technique closely, Zhang Ruochen realized that Spatial Twist was actually very powerful. It was filled with endless variations. Not only could it be used to resolve an enemy attack, it could also change an attack’s direction and send it back to the enemy.
Other than that, Spatial Twist could also be used to change a mountain’s shape, the direction of a river, break through formations, and even create spatial mazes. No material within space could escape from Spatial Twist.
“Distort the space on either side and connect them, stabilizing them together. That’s true Spatial Twist. What I did before was only distorting the two sides. I didn’t connect them, so it wasn’t as stable. It had limited power too.”
After understanding the reasoning, Zhang Ruochen began cultivating Spatial Twist again.
He raised both hands at once and released Spiritual Power. He used Spiritual Qi to change the rules of space, distorting the space on the left and right.
“Connect,” he uttered.
He put his hands together in the middle. The distorted space on either side connected immediately.
Whoosh!
The path before the carriage had been dozens of meters wide. After the space distorted, the path disappeared, closing in immediately. The sky-reaching trees on either side crashed suddenly. Some trunks and branches actually overlapped. Many leaves fluttered down.
Even the spatial structure was changed forever.
“The path disappeared!” Qing Mo, who’d been steering the chariot, was frightened. She hurriedly controlled the savage beast pulling the chariot to make it stop.
Huang Yanchen wasn’t surprised at all. Instead, her red lips curled up into a knowing and beautiful smile. “As expected,” she murmured to herself. “One can only become stronger by becoming desperate. His potential is boundless.”