Chapter Forty-Seventh: Immortal Master
pressing his respect.>In fact, before the competition began, the referee did announce both sides' names, but Jiang Wang didn't remember going.Like many ordinary people, although he did not show it, he...The dagger had been polished to a mirror shine, its cold light even blinding.
But he was still wiping.
He always wanted to erase something, yet he knew better than anyone that some things couldn't be erased.
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But one has to do something, right
Otherwise, what would support us to live on
He knew the man known as Matsukai better than anyone else present.
His name, his origins, even his daily habits...
He had no good feelings for that guy, not before, and not now, and he probably wouldn't have any in the future.
He used to despise that guy, always holding his head high, never showing any deference even in front of the three prominent families of Fenglin City.
He remembered his cousin always spoke of that man with admiration, tinged with...jealousy
He didn't know what there was to envy about that guy before.
This farewell is just a fleeting glimpse.
But that fleeting glimpse told him that the guy was still the same as he'd always been, nothing had changed.
Still proud, still determined, still brave, still... Ask your heart what remains true, raise your sword against injustice.
"To be unchangeable," that's really something to envy.
Why can he not be changed
Everything has changed!
After all these years, he finally understood what his cousin envied.
But many years have passed.
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He knew too much about that guy.
He told the fortune teller all he knew, enough to turn that guy inside out.
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But why was nothing said in the end
Why
Fang He Ling always kept his head bowed low, constantly wiping his dagger. The blade seemed to never be clean enough.
He had no answer.
Maybe he just doesn't want to say it.
After everyone had told their story, the fortune teller pondered for a moment, then lifted his blood-soaked finger.
Beside the slight indentation on the stone platform, there was a flat area that had been smoothed out and was free of any markings. It looked like a blank sheet of paper.
The fortune teller then, with blood as ink, on that spot, in a flourish of dragons and phoenixes, wrote the character "cloud."
The script has a celestial and ethereal quality, yet it is also grotesque and bizarre in its blood-red hue.
After the word was written, the five bloodstains on the naked man's body immediately stopped bleeding, and he also stopped breathing, dying completely.
The fortune teller stared intently at the character, looking for a while, then suddenly closed his eyes.
Two bloody streaks wound their way down from the corners of his eyes.
Look how terrifying it is!
"What's wrong" Zheng Fei asked.
The fortune teller closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time before finally moving his lips: "The cause and effect are too deep, too heavy, even I can't see through it at once."
At this time, the blood characters disappeared, the stone platform crumbled, and turned into mud.
Zheng Fei grinned again: "Interesting!"
Li Shuo was very surprised: "Our toys are so amazing"
The blood from the corner of his eye had stopped, but the fortune teller still kept his eyes closed, as if trying to restrain himself, not to look at anything.
But it can't be calculated, it is an answer in itself. He said softly.
Then he began to laugh.
"Hehehe, hehehe."
Under the astonished gazes of others.
He laughed somewhat maniacally.
"It's the Immortal Lord!"
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He said heavily.
After leaving Shun'an Prefecture, Jiang Wang did not stop. He disguised himself along the way, passing through Yonghuai and Fuchun, and thus left Yong Territory.
Save Feng Ming, and the rest is his own life.
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How he chooses and how he moves forward are all his own affairs.
Jiang Wang also has her own life to live, she doesn't have the obligation to be responsible for everyone.
After the Nine Great Demons caused a stir in Shun'an Prefecture, anyone with ulterior motives entering Yongjing like him wouldn't have an easy time in the days to come.
Especially since he couldn't even explain his own origins, leaving Yongjing as soon as possible would be the wisest choice.
As for what happened to Feng Ming after that, as for the mysterious man's words about recent activities of the Wu Sheng sect disciples in Yongjing, and as for how Fang Huelin became one of the Nine Great Demon Lords...
Compared to their own safety, nothing else matters.
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Among these, what he cared about most were the clues related to Zhang Linchuan. But a person who could fight against and defeat a god of the underworld was obviously not someone he could deal with now.
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He has decided that he will not target Zhang Linchuan for the time being. When the enemy is strong and I am weak, then avoid him.
Next time he returns to the West, he will not be the same as he is now. The problems of today may no longer be problems.
To the east of the country of Yong lay a small nation called "He." To the east of He lay the Tianma Plain.
At the same time, Tiān Mǎ Yuán was also in the north of Yún Guó.
To the north of Tiān Mǎ Yuán lies a powerful sect called Rén Xīn Guàn. It is a renowned medical school, on par with Dōng Wáng Gǔ. Such sects are generally not provoked by anyone.
And Jing Guo lay farther north, still the state of Jing. The expansive Jing Guo, like a great giant, and once glorious Yong Guo, like a smaller one, almost completely surrounded the area near Tianma Plain.
>The abundant Tianma Plain was also a land without an owner. Jiang Wang always had a strange feeling, as if the existence of the country was to prevent Yongguo from encroaching upon the Tianma Plain.
As Jiang Wang left the borders of Yong Guo and entered He Guo, he suddenly thought of something.
He already knew that it was the Yun Ding Xian Gong who had left a balance of blood within the bodies of Fei and Chi, using this to keep the Qingyun Pavilion's Fei and Chi meridians in a state of long-lasting balance.
But why did the Yun Ding Xian Gong from back then do this
What is the significance of maintaining balance in the Ren and Du meridians
If it's only for the continuation of the Qingyun Pavilion's legacy, there seems to be no need for this. The Lingxiao Pavilion and Lingkong Hall don't have this situation, nor do they face a problem with succession.
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He thought of a possibility that was extremely bleak.
Wouldn't it... be to balance the bloodline
The refining of the Blood of Equilibrium, of course, couldn't simply be achieved by boiling together cultivators from the two seals. There must be its unique refining techniques and requirements.
Then, where does the wicked fiend, the flesh-carving demon who crafts the blood of balance, get their methods
Wouldn't it be... also passed down from Yun Ding Immortal Palace
Or perhaps, even if those methods are lost. As long as we know that cultivators of the two veins of Fengchi can refine the Blood of Balance, and research corresponding methods, it's just a matter of time...
He obtained the Qīngyún Immortal Technique of effortless advancement, walking on a smooth and auspicious cloud. Transforming and changing direction, he moved as if traversing flat land.
Sha Fu Qingyun appears very righteous and kind. But don't forget, the Qingyun Pavilion, which inherited some traditions of Yun Ding Xian Gong, also has a secret technique called "Yinuo Wu Yun". It is used by the master of Qingyun Pavilion, Chi Ding Fang, and is extremely treacherous.
Xianjutsu ascends step by step with Shan Fu Qing Yun as the art medium, balancing blood... Isn't it also a kind of Xianjutsu's art medium
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Moreover, corresponding to the rapid ascent of one's status, shouldn't there also be a magical art that uses calamity clouds as its medium
The recent past has concealed too much history, leaving a vast blank that makes it impossible for posterity to touch or even guess at what lay there over the long course of time.
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Lost in contemplation of the ancient history, Jiang Wang suddenly felt a surge of intense unease.
It feels like I'm being watched by some terrifying beast, but I can't tell where the gaze is coming from.
I don't know where this feeling came from, and I have no way to deal with it.
He only gripped his sword tightly, eyeing his surroundings warily.
At this very moment, the ruins of Yunding Immortal Palace trembled suddenly.
The Yunxiao Pavilion, Lingkong Hall, and Qingyun Pavilion, three well-preserved buildings, shimmered with a faint glow, a fleeting sense of ancient grandeur appearing briefly within the Five Prefectures.
That feeling of palpitations...
...disappeared in an instant.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!rankly," Fu Baosong said. "In recent years, we have not done anything to target the White Bone Path. We haven't even bothered with the Wu Sheng Sect. How can the Mirror World Stage take all the credit...