Chapter 99

Two flowers bloom, each telling a different story.

Almost at the same time Shen Lang fell into the water, the white-robed figure who had run in a different direction was intercepted by a group of Ye Xiaozheng’s subordinates.

In front were four experts from the City Lord’s residence, each with a cultivation level of Qi Martial Realm Eighth or Ninth Heaven. Behind was Ye Xiaozheng, his face masked.

On both sides, dozens of archers had already drawn their bows, the tips of the Demon-Breaking Arrows gleaming with a sinister light.

The white-robed figure seemed to be in a hopeless situation...

"Boy, hand over the item, you have no chance of escape!" Ye Xiaozheng said in a hoarse voice.

The people from the City Lord’s residence looked strange, shouting in unison, "Who are you? Drop your weapons and surrender, or don’t blame us for being impolite!"

"Uh, no chance of escape, huh..." The white-robed figure seemed to suddenly realize, saying, "Damn, I’ve been running for so long, I would have forgotten if you hadn’t reminded me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of white light wings unfolded from his back, and in the gaze of Ye Xiaozheng and his men, he soared into the sky!

"Fire! Fire! Don’t let him escape!"

Ye Xiaozheng was so angry he almost fainted, losing his composure. With all his might, he threw a punch at the white-robed figure in the air.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The archers simultaneously released their arrows, dozens of Demon-Breaking Arrows chasing after the white-robed figure, but it was clearly too late to catch him...

"How could this be? This boy actually has a flying spirit artifact... No, that’s not a flying spirit artifact. I can sense the spiritual energy fluctuations around him... But how is that possible? How can he form wings with his spiritual energy if he’s not a Xuanwu Realm expert? And why didn’t he use it earlier?" Ye Xiaozheng raged, shouting, "This bastard is playing with me! If I ever see you again, I’ll make you wish you were dead!"

The experts from the City Lord’s residence were silent, feeling helpless.

Even the City Lord didn’t have a flying spirit artifact, so it was even less likely for others to have one. They could only watch as the white figure disappeared into the sky.

"Seal off Tianfeng City, dig up every inch of ground to find this person! This is my territory!" Ye Xiaozheng roared in frustration.

...

At the Tayan Academy, in a two-story bamboo pavilion, Shui Qingwu sat before an ancient zither, her delicate hands gently plucking the strings, producing a faint melody.

"Pling!"

A string suddenly snapped, and Shui Qingwu sighed, her brows furrowing as she stopped.

"Oh no, Miss, how could this happen?" Caiyin exclaimed. "Shall I take this ancient zither to the Tayan Academy’s artifact forging department to have it repaired?"

"Um, yes," Shui Qingwu replied softly.

Caiyin hugged the zither and ran down the stairs.

"I don’t know why, but I feel a bit uneasy..."

Recently, she had been feeling distracted, with the faces of the masked man and Shen Lang often popping into her mind...

She slowly raised her head, the rain outside growing heavier, the Feng River beyond the high walls of the Tayan Academy beginning to rise.

Unbeknownst to her, at that very moment, upstream of the Feng River, Shen Lang, who had just fallen, was hiding in a small crevice on the cliff face. His left hand held a knife, his right fist was loosely clenched, and his legs were slightly bent, like a leopard waiting to pounce on its prey.

His eyes were still as dark and deep as ever, but his clothes were tattered, and blood was still seeping from the corner of his mouth... Even so, he remained motionless, like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment!

After a short while, the sound of something falling through the air reached his ears, and a black-cloaked figure, even more battered than he was, entered his line of sight.

However, at this point, the black-cloaked figure could no longer be called such, as his clothes were also torn to shreds, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a sinister expression.

"Right now!"

Shen Lang’s foot slammed into the ground, and he transformed into a black shadow, hurtling towards the falling Ji Chengwu with a fierce wind in his wake.

"Explosion! Demon Blade Breaks Prison, Slash!"

The moment he charged out, he threw the long knife in his left hand forward, which instantly transformed into a massive blade, glowing with fierce lightning, and slashed down at Ji Chengwu!

"Explosion!"

Another explosion increased his speed, and he charged forward.

However, this was already the third time he had used the "explosion" technique in a short period, far exceeding his body’s limits.

The damage from these three "explosions" was even greater than the palm strike from Ye Xiaozheng that had hit his shoulder.

After all, that palm strike had been blocked by the Xuan-level inner armor he had taken from Yao Chengjie, reducing the force by a significant amount.

At this moment, Shen Lang’s clothes were tattered, his muscles torn, and blood was gushing out, making him look like a demon from hell!

His feet hit the ground with a loud thud, and a burst of energy exploded beneath them, propelling him into the air.

"Brat, you’re courting death!"

Ji Chengwu, who had been half-dead, finally reacted, his right fist glowing with light as he punched at the blade in the air.

Even a dying insect can still sting, and this expert, despite his severe injuries, still struck with the force of a thunderbolt.

However, he never expected the masked man to be so fierce and ruthless. Despite being severely injured when he fell, he didn’t choose to flee but instead hid here, waiting for him to land before attacking!

Even after decades of experience in the Heavenly Demon Realm, having seen countless ruthless and vicious figures, Ji Chengwu felt an indescribable fear at the sight of Shen Lang.

The problem was, even if this boy was a ruthless and vicious type, it still didn’t make sense!

Even demon path martial artists, who kill like cutting grass, know to avoid danger and flee when necessary!

This damn brat had a chance to escape but didn’t, instead choosing to fight a much stronger expert... Was he even a normal person?

And it was he who had stolen the Nine Immortal Spirit Grass from him. If there was any deep-seated hatred, it should be him hating the boy, right?

If I don’t die this time, I’ll avoid this brat in the future!

I’m a jade, I never clash with porcelain. If I must, I’ll find other porcelain... I’ll get Ye Xiaozheng to help me!

...

Shen Lang, on the other hand, had no idea about Ji Chengwu’s chaotic thoughts. If the other party was just an ordinary demon path martial artist who had been robbed of the Nine Immortal Spirit Grass, Shen Lang would have definitely taken the grass and fled immediately, without staying here.

But this person had led a demon corpse to chase and kill Shen Lang’s father three years ago, a fact he remembered clearly.

It was because of this demon path martial artist’s palm strike that Shen Lang’s father had suffered inhuman torture for three years!

How could Shen Lang let him go?

If Ye Xiaozheng had also come, there would have been no choice, but Ye Xiaozheng had been lured away, and this demon path martial artist was already severely injured. This was the perfect opportunity to eliminate him and avenge his father!

Even if he couldn’t kill him, he would make him never forget this day!

This was Shen Lang’s resolve.

...

Shen Lang knew that the other party’s injuries were definitely much more severe than his own, and he had accurately calculated the speed of the other’s descent. This strike was not meant to seriously injure the other but to distract him.

The true, most powerful blow was concentrated in his right fist.

The Lightning Control Divine Technique ran at full speed, converting all his spiritual energy into lightning power, which gathered in his right fist. At the same time, the black and white qi from his Wu Soul, the Taiji diagram, also covered his fist. This punch was specifically prepared for the black-cloaked figure!

Although he didn’t know how much the Wu Soul would enhance his attack, the Taiji diagram was peculiar. Since it was not ordinary, regardless of the increase in power, Shen Lang decided to use it.

Under the influence of the Wu Soul, the not-so-large fist now resembled a giant’s fist, the lightning power it contained tearing through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound and a low boom.

He had calculated everything very precisely. Just as the Heavenly Water Blade was about to strike, he charged upwards, perfectly timing his approach to the other party, his right fist attacking almost simultaneously with the Heavenly Water Blade.

"Old dog, take this punch!"

The fist, covered in black and white qi, struck towards Ji Chengwu’s chest, the momentum shocking!

"Lightning Control Divine Technique, Five Thunders Strike the Head!"

Apologies: In the previous chapter, I mistakenly wrote the protagonist's name as "Mourong Tian." I sincerely apologize. A reader, Deng Jiachen, pointed this out to me in the group. "Mourong Tian" is the protagonist of my previous book, and I must have gotten carried away while writing. Thank you for the reminder, and thank you all for your support. If you can, please join the QQ group: 8749490. Thank you!