Chapter 137: The Heart of an Old Man
iance suffered heavy losses both in terms of reputation and fundamental interests. The Precious Treasure Chamber of Commerce placed its bets on Chongxuan Chuliang and won a fortune.But now, they have...Zhang Linchuan suddenly attacked and assassinated Wei Qiji.
Lu Yan wasn't surprised, he just let out a strange cackle. "Good kid,"
The psychic eyes twirled, reclaiming control of the grand formation.
But Fang Zehou and the others who witnessed this scene were plunged into deep shock.
Not only was I shocked by Zhang Linchuan's actions, but also by his strength.
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At this time, he stood empty and still, his breath leisurely. Where was there just the cultivation of a Heaven-Reaching Realm
The heavens and earth had long since been opened, the Dao pulsed with dragon energy, even... it had struck the inner sanctum.
If it wasn't someone with a powerful Inner Palace realm, even if they were ambushing Wei Queji who was already seriously injured, it would be impossible to kill him with one strike.
It's all fake.
Having lost a fierce battle at the Sancheng Lun Dao, he patiently waited for a year to participate in next year's Sancheng Lun Dao and directly entered the National Academy...
It's all fake.
He's determined to stay in Maple Tree City and prepare for the present day.
He's a member of the Bai Gu Dao!
Feng Hualing finally understood why Zhang Linchuan had asked about Dong A's whereabouts before, and not cared about others.
Because at the moment of exposure, assassinating Dong A is the best choice.
It's either Dong A or Wei Quji.
“Come on!” Fang Zhehou rushed forward two steps, grabbing Fang He Ling’s arm and saying, “Let's go quickly!”
“No, Father,” Fang Hualing struggled again, and he laughed. “I was right! My chance has come!”
He strode forward and called out, "Zhang Shixiong! So you've joined the Bai Gu Dao as well! Is there anything this junior brother can help with"
Zhang Linchuan didn't look at Wei Qiji's body, let alone Fang Heiling. Instead, he looked up at Lu Yan and said calmly, "Elder, rest assured and do your work."
As he spoke, he took out a mask and gently pressed it onto his face.
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That mask was actually made of bone.
And he suddenly turned his head!
In the direction of the South Gate, a cultivator stood with a long sword held upside down.
Hair as black as ink, long blade like snow forged.
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It was Wei Yan precisely.
According to time, he should have just seen the scene of Wei Guiji being attacked.
His expression was very strange.
It seems there's no anger.
It seems, anger is the only feeling left.
Wei Yan was never a talkative person.
So his steps began to move, he started charging forward.
Charge towards the city lord's mansion, towards Zhang Linchuan!
“The Bone Messenger!” Fang He Ling was excited when he saw Zhang Lin Chuan put on the white bone mask: “So you are the Bone Messenger! So it was Brother Zhang who brought me into the cult!”
Before he had ever encountered the White Bone Dao, he already maintained a good personal relationship with Zhang Linchuan. Knowing now that this person was the emissary of the White Bone Dao, his heart felt even closer to him.
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Fang Zehou stepped in front of him, lowering his voice and saying, "Don't speak! It's too dangerous here. Let's leave quickly with your Uncle Li."
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“What danger Here, Bai Gu Dao is in charge!” Fang He Ling felt impatient with his father's timidity, but after all, he was his own father. He shouted at Zhang Lin Chuan again: “Zhang Shixiong, my father is here. The city is so chaotic now, I'm afraid the disciples might accidentally hurt him. Can you think of a way Help us”
"Do you have any form of identification..."
His voice suddenly stopped.
Only a bolt of lightning was seen exploding on Fang Zehou's body.
But Fong Zehou only managed to take a heavy step back, right before his son's eyes, twitching and charred, no more sound.
No one knows how an ordinary person who hadn't practiced any cultivation managed to move within the powerful thunderous law.
No one knows what supported him, in the moment before death, to react by moving away from his son.
Most cultivators below the Transcendent Realm will be instantly killed by this bolt of lightning.
...I couldn't even blink, it happened too fast.
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And Fang Zehou struggled to gain a step's distance.
This is just an ordinary mortal.
An ordinary father.
And he died.
"I have no idea."
Zhang Linchuan shook his hand, still stained with the remnants of blue smoke. In a flash, he turned and charged at Wei Yan who was advancing with a drawn sword!
There were no pre-battle pronouncements, nor any tense standoffs.
The intense battle erupted the moment the two sides drew near.
Fang He Ling opened her mouth wide, wanting to shout something, but no sound came out.
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Zhang Linchuan did indeed help him solve his father's safety issue, but in a way he absolutely refused to accept.
His father was killed before him, as casually as slaughtering a chicken. But because lightning still roared on his corpse, he didn't even dare to reach out and touch it.
He couldn't figure out why.
He is also from the White Bone Dao sect! He has done a lot for the White Bone Dao!
Could it be that the White Bone Path triggered this level of natural disaster today, launching such a powerful and intricate operation, without the cover provided by the full support of other factions
For the sake of the White Bone Dao, how many times did he go to the Imperial Court of Justice for questioning What risks did he take How much did he sacrifice
Isn't anyone caring
Why.
Why
"Let's go!"
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Li Gongfeng grabbed Fang He'ling, turned around and ran out of the city.
He was angry, but held it in.
Anyway, Fang Zehou did him a favor. If he can't keep Fang Zehou, at least he has to protect his son.
Even this kid, such foolishness!
Fang Zehou saw it at once, while Fang Hueling couldn't understand it at all. From beginning to end, Zhang Linchuan didn't even look at him.
His display of loyalty, determination, and achievements is nothing but tiresome and earns him nothing else.
Perhaps it's only now, at this very moment.
He only recognized himself now, but it was already so late.
Zhang Linchuan and Wei Yan made contact with each other like lightning.
One touch and it's all over.
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Wei Yan retreated, spitting blood. Zhang Linchuan was enveloped in electric light, like a god.
Under the white bone mask, one couldn't see Zhang Linchuan's expression, but his voice was cold: "To dare draw your sword against me. It seems I have been misunderstood by you for too long. You really think Zhu Lao Da, you Lao Er"
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The ranking on the Daoist List of Fenglin City Academy has always been occupied by Zhu Wei, Wei Yan, Zhang Linchuan, and so on.
Even if these top three prodigies squandered a large amount of Dao Merit, the cultivators who followed them would consciously control their Dao Merit, causing their rankings to drop as well. This is a sign of respect for the strong.
But no one ever expected that the true strongest person was Zhang Linchuan.
He was not only stronger than all the disciples of the Fenglin City Academy, but also far superior to them, to an astonishing degree.
He was so strong, but it seemed to have no effect on Wei Yan at all.
***The snow must drink blood, no matter how strong the opponent.***
Wei Yan didn't bother wiping the blood, instead he stepped on the blue bricks, crushing them, and charged forward with his sword.
The snowflakes fall like a sudden streak of rainbow at the horizon, starting from Wei Yan and ending at Zhang Linchuan.
Zhang Linchuan plucked at the sword, his blade poised above a sheet of fresh snow.
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Lightning sparked from his fingertips, surging upward along the fresh snow.
Wei Yan swiftly released and tightened his grip, dodging the lightning strike, then drew his sword and parried!
He plunged into a mass of lightning.
He was fast, but Zhang Linchuan was faster.
Lightning burst.
Wei Yanqiang endured the numbness, clenching his sword tightly, but he was again blown back.
Zhang Linchuan stepped in one step, reached out with his hand, then suddenly retreated!
Countless streams of golden light engulfed him in an instant.
That was Wei Yan using himself as the focal point, setting up a low-grade Dao technique called the Golden Light Killing Formation on the spot.
This strategy is similar in spirit to Zhang Linchuan's confrontation with Lin Zhengren at the Three Cities Forum.
All are predictions.
At the same time that the Golden Light Killing Formation erupted, countless golden arrows suddenly appeared in mid-air, whistling and converging into the Golden Light Killing Formation.
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All of the Jin Guang Jian's targets were Zhang Linchuan.
At this moment in Fenglin City, only one person can wield the Golden Light Arrow with such effect. It is Shen Nanqi, once ranked fifth on the Daoist Leaderboard!
He arrived at the battlefield at an unknown time, but this attack was clearly well-planned.
Two attacks intersected, instantly forming a deadly momentum.
The golden light dissipated, and a gigantic skeleton slowly stood up in its place.
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A pair of skeletal hands lay open, Zhang Linchuan walked down from the bones unharmed.
He walked down, step by step, the giant skeleton fading away little by little.
Lei Fa was merely a disguise he used during his time at the City Daoist Institute. His true greatest strength still lay in the Netherworld Dao Techniques of the White Bone Dao.
“Well done, Shen Nanqi. You have finally opened the Heavenly Gate.”
Though his words expressed satisfaction, Zhang Linchuan's eyes beneath the mask held no hint of amusement.
With a sudden outward pull of both hands, a bone gate materialized in the sky with a hissing sound.
There is a faint sound roaring, roaring in the void.
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"Get lost! My business is none of your concern!"
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Wei Yan grabbed Shen Nanqi, flinging him backward while charging forward with his blade.
He didn't actually expect Shen Nanqi to appear.
To his surprise, Shen Nanqi even stepped in to help him.
Back then, he chose to give up their shared friends, which was equivalent to giving up the friendship between the three of them.
He doesn't regret it.
If it had been Shen Nanshi in that dangerous situation, he would have made the same choice.
Because that is right.
It's better to have one less person die than to die together.
He had no regrets for his choice, so he was also prepared to be hated to death by Shen Nanqi.
So, if Shen Nanqi saw this scene today and chose to leave, he wouldn't be surprised. He also wouldn't be disappointed.
He fully understood about letting go and being let go of.
After all, Zhang Linchuan was simply too strong.
The gap between the Transcendent Dragon Realm and the Inner Palace Realm need not be elaborated on. He didn't even know if Zhang Linchuan had his own divine ability seeds. He hadn't managed to push Zhang Linchuan to that point.
Therefore, in fact, when he saw Wei Quji being attacked, he should have turned around and fled. That would have been the most correct choice.
Because with Wei Qiji's death in battle, the last sliver of hope for the entire Fenglin City region was extinguished.
He should have made that choice.
He has always been that kind of person who makes choices.
He deeply hated Wei Qijie, yet unconsciously he was influenced by him.
He hated him, and yet felt as though he were becoming him.
But today he actually drew his sword.
He also didn't understand why.
Dying wasn't something he would do.
But this time, if I don't draw my sword, it seems like Kaisetsuzan will never be unsheathed again.
This time, if he doesn't die, he seems to be suffering more than death.
He knew deep down what he should do, but he couldn't help himself.
He leaned against the fast snow, knife drawn and charging forward.
He muttered to himself:
I'm sorry. Perhaps my choices are always too cold-hearted.
But that's the way I've learned to choose.
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That's how I was chosen, my mother died from that choice too.
At last, this time, I made a ridiculous choice.
But it was strange, I didn't laugh.
I didn't smile.
He thought.
He suddenly drew his blade, a streak of light like a drawn bowstring, a crescent moon hanging across the sky!
At that moment, he heard a sound coming from behind him, right to his ear.
"You mind me"
Shen Nanqi's voice.
> shaking hands for a moment, he let go and smiled. "Time flies, and Brother Jiang's style is even more outstanding than before. I wish I could jump to ten or twenty years later and see what Brother Ji...