Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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The two of them hurried over, but when they arrived at Huan Xinghai, the sword fight had already begun.
On the surface of Huan Xinghai Lake where ice and snow had melted, there were nine lotus leaves carved from stone, standing tall and graceful. This place had been designated as a temporary sword competition platform, and two current masters were fighting among the stone leaves. The vast spiritual power was setting off layers of huge waves on the lake, and they couldn’t look down on the situation.
“The sword used by Wen Shilan is called Wolf Slayer. It weighs one hundred and eighty three kilograms and is embedded with seven Luli. It has a powerful spiritual power that is rarely seen in the world. Even the Duke of the country cannot resist it.” The retainer Dong Shechuan was sighing with emotion showing the ups and downs in his storyteller tone.
“Mr. Dong, please stop saying these words.” Zishu’s head was full of fire and she was spinning in anxiety. The prince kept her at home so that she could tell him anything in time. The Duke of Guo did not allow them to talk about such a big thing as a sword contest, and even asked Dong Shechuan to keep an eye on her.
“How long has it been?” Lin Xin walked over with his hands behind his back and said with a cold expression.
“It’s been more than two hours,” Zishu saw Lin Xin, was surprised at first, and then very happy, “Master Marquis! Can you…”
“I’ve sent someone to take the message.” Lin Xin waved his hand to Zishu. Don’t talk and just stare at the center of the water curtain.
Wen Shilan was tall, a head taller than Shen Qirui, with broad shoulders and ape-like arms. The nearly 200 kilograms Wolf Slayer was like a wooden sword or a bamboo knife in his hand, so flexible and light that it could carve radish flowers. Each move was as fast as lightning, hitting Shen Qirui’s sword, but it made a thunderous sound.
Shen Qirui’s swordsmanship was in the same vein as Shen Lou’s. The sword moves may seem simple and direct, but in fact they were ever-changing and elusive.
When masters competed with each other, nothing could go wrong. The two met their opponents as if they were playing chess, playing so hard that they forgot everything around them, and reached a state of selflessness, with only each other in their eyes.
On the surface of the Wolf-Slaying Sword, five of the seven Luli lit up, its spiritual power like a dragon crossing the river, and even the mist stirring up by the lake water was cut into lotus petals.
“The seven Luli on the Wolf Slayer cannot all light up. No matter how wide the spiritual veins are, there is a limit. Seven is the limit. If all seven Luli are bright, even gods can kill each other and the Buddha will stop the Buddha. However, Wen Shilan’s spiritual veins will be destroyed immediately, and the body will explode and die.” Dong Shechuan couldn’t help but speak again, his eyes full of fanaticism.
Immortal cultivators all worshipped the strong. They were located in the Northern Territory and could often hear legends about Wen Shilan. Today, it turned out that the legend was well-deserved.
“Boom–” The water wave turned three feet high. Before he could see clearly what happened, the winner was already decided.
Shen Qirui stood on a stone leaf, and his knees suddenly weakened. He used his spiritual sword to support himself so that he did not fall completely. “It was Shen who lost.” Lin Xin clenched the Yanggu sword in his hand and stared at it for a moment. In his previous life, Shen Qirui also lost to Wen Shilan by one move, but Wen Shilan had no intention of stopping and killed Shen Qirui directly.
However, this time, Wen Shilan did not raise the sword again. He looked at Shen Qirui steadily and said, “You are very good.”
Wen Shilan was a pure-blooded barbarian with a high nose, deep eye sockets and blue eyes. The resolute outline of his face was as sharp as an axe and a knife, with sharp edges and corners.
Shen Qirui had a great time competing. After coughing up a mouthful of blood, he smiled and wanted to fight Wen Shilan. Suddenly something glowing with white light came over, and he subconsciously picked it up with his hand.
“Don’t touch!” Lin Xin shouted and rushed over, unable to stop him in time. The talisman melted in the hand and disappeared in an instant, leaving a mark similar to an eyeball in the palm of the hand. The blood all over his body froze in an instant, Devouring Souls! That’s Devouring Souls!
Wen Shilan had already escaped with his sword, and Lin Xin only had time to shout “Spirit Devouring” to his master before chasing after Wen Shilan.
He ran with all his strength and flew dozens of miles in an instant. After bypassing a snow-capped mountain, Wen Shilan suddenly disappeared.
Lin Xin stood in mid-air, holding Mojian in his hand, looking around the mountain.
“Baby, why are you following me?”
The spiritual power of the Dragon and the Snake came from behind. Lin Xin immediately drew away the Yanggu Sword, and his body fell suddenly, barely avoiding the sword, and then quickly turned around. Using Mojian instead of Yanggu as a flying sword, Yanggu began to absorb soul power quickly.
“Soul power!” But Wen Shilan saw through Lin Xin’s tricks at a glance and did not give him a chance to absorb the soul. “Dang Dang Dang” he sent over a rapid slash eighteen times in a row.
Lin Xin had no time to absorb the soul, so he could only concentrate on dismantling it. At the end of the disassembly, Wen Shilan blocked the sword with a knife. The two of them used their spiritual power to compete in mid-air.
The bright spots of light escaped again, seizing every opportunity to absorb souls.
Wen Shilan didn’t care this time, pressing Lin Xin’s sword with great force, his beast-like eyes wandering over the face of the young boy, “Are you…Lin Xin?”
“It’s me!” Lin Xin sneered, thinking that his name had spread all over Beimo. The son of a saint and a Han, the great witch obviously wanted to capture him, and he wondered if he wanted to use him to sacrifice to heaven.
Hearing this, Wen Shilan’s face changed slightly, and he suddenly pushed him away, “Don’t let me see you again!” After that, a talisman suddenly popped out at him.
Lin Xin turned over in shock and stabbed the talisman paper with the tip of his sword. It was not a spirit-devouring thing. After a false alarm, when he looked up again, Wen Shilan had disappeared and could not be traced.
Although Shen Qirui did not die on the spot, he was not much better after being hit by the Devouring Soul. How should he explain to Shen Lou? Lin Xin returned to Huan Xinghai dejectedly and saw Shen Qirui still lying on the stone lotus leaf, having been stripped naked by Zhu Xingli and tied into a hedgehog.
“Master, what are you doing?” Lin Xin resisted the urge to pull Zhu Xingli away and stared at his fingers wrapped in spiritual power, “Don’t touch them, spiritual devouring will be contagious.”
“I know, you stand far away.” Zhu Xingli responded, his hand movements were not slow at all, and he inserted a few more needles.
Shen Qirui’s hole was sealed and he couldn’t move, he could only stare. And small beads could be seen with the naked eye walking under the skin, crawling along the meridians towards the Dantian, like a living thing. “What is this? My spiritual veins…”
“A kind of witchcraft in Beimo. Since it is going to Dantian, it can damage your spiritual roots. If you can’t control it, your body will explode after a while and you will die. After the body explodes, this thing will be transmitted to the people around.” Based on his research over the past few days and the situation he saw now, Zhu Xingli immediately surmised the operation method of the Devouring Soul.
Lin Xin’s eyes were complicated. His master was too smart. Only in his previous life, he would have guessed the moment he was struck by the Devouring Soul and decisively sought death.
“Then kill me.” Shen Qirui said calmly.
When all the retainers and attendants heard this, their expressions changed. Zishu burst into tears, “You must not! The prince hasn’t come back yet!”
“The mourning is a little early, please wait a moment.” Zhu Xingli waved his hand, signalling everyone not to cry in a hurry.
After a few more gestures, the thing’s movement slowed down significantly. Mr. Dong was very excited, but Lin Xin still looked solemn.
When Shen Lou was bitten by the spirit, he used the method of sealing the acupoint with golden needles to stabilize the thing. He knew how to do it, and his master must be even better at it. He could seal the Devouring Spirits in a few times. But he couldn’t save Shen Lou’s life, so he could only exchange his life for his life and suck the Devouring Spirit away himself.
“Master, is there any way?” Lin Xin asked in a low voice.
“No.” Zhu Xingli touched his chin. He had just played with Soul Devouring for a short time and had not figured out it completely. Before everyone started howling again, he said again, “As long as I am here, you won’t die.”
Lin Xin peeked at his master’s expression and was surprised to see the deep interest in his drooping eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. Since he still had the heart to play, it meant that Shen Qirui’s life was really not in danger.
Shen Lou rushed back full of evil spirits and found that his father had been bitten by a spirit and was silent for a long time.
“Qingque, I’m sorry.” Lin Xin grabbed his sleeve and whispered.
Shen Lou put away the coldness in his eyes and turned to look at Lin Xin, “How can I blame you? I was careless.”
No one expected that Wen Shilan would take action so many years in advance and even take out the Soul Devourer. After having been entangled with Wen Shilan for so many years, he knew very well that that person actually disdained and even hated the spirit-devouring spirit. Why did he actually use this evil thing himself?
Shen Qirui, who was lying on the bed unable to move his hands and feet, became furious when he saw the two people “grinding together” and said, “Qingque, come here.”
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Small Theater:
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