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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 3: [Qiu Prefecture Lantern Festival]
Chapter 93 (237): [The Immortal Child Retreats]
(93rd of Volume 3)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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The Earth Spirit Grey Mist was indeed extremely dangerous. Once inhaled, it caused rapid body stiffening, rendering one completely immobile. In severe cases, the flesh would even rot.
However, poisoning was too difficult.
Even Li Weiyi, when he was still in the Spring Surge Realm, could quickly detect and observe the grey mist particles in the air.
With Ge Xiantong's cultivation, the only way to poison him was to catch him off guard, striking the moment his mind faltered and forcing him to inhale some.
Moreover, the Earth Spirit Grey Spring had to be hidden in a place he would never suspect to achieve the element of surprise.
In the blink of an eye, the noodle bowl was still in the midst of exploding.
Ge Xiantong's finger, like lightning, had already reached Li Weiyi's forehead, ready to shatter his skull.
It was a phantom!
Li Weiyi had prepared thoroughly. Knowing that at close range, his speed couldn't possibly evade Ge Xiantong's first strike, he had activated the Divine Speed Talisman affixed to his chest long ago.
Lightning crackled around him, transforming into afterimages. With each step he took, a Battle Method Intent Divine Shadow materialized behind him.
Only after releasing all five Battle Method Intent Divine Shadows did Li Weiyi break free from Ge Xiantong's Battle Technique Intent suppression, regaining his vision and seeing his surroundings.
He leaped onto his toes.
"Aow!"
Like an arrow shot from a bow, he carried a Yellow Dragon shadow, shattering the roof and appearing ten meters in the air.
He took his second step, followed by his third.
Li Weiyi knew perfectly well that today wasn't about defeating the top young cultivator. All he needed to do was escape from Ge Xiantong to achieve a resounding victory.
In an instant, he reached thirty meters above the ground. The fragments of the noodle bowl in the shop had only just hit the floor.
Just as Li Weiyi thought he had shaken off Ge Xiantong, an incredibly dangerous and terrifying aura surged from behind him.
If Li Weiyi had eyes on his back, he would have seen that from the moment he burst out of the noodle shop, Ge Xiantong had been tailing him, his speed matching that of a Divine Speed Talisman.
Like his shadow.
Li Weiyi's heart sank.
He spun around, and from the dark, gaping mouth of the Cosmic Pouch sewn into his sleeve, the Grievous Soul Spear shot out.
Grasping the spear with both hands, he unleashed his full strength, thrusting it directly at Ge Xiantong's neck.
Ge Xiantong pinched his right hand into a finger-and-thumb seal, and with lightning speed, he flicked a finger to meet Li Weiyi's surprise attack.
Their fingertips collided with the spearhead, sending ripples of Spiritual Qi outward.
He had met a Ninth-Grade Hundred-Character Scripture Spiritual Artifact with his bare hand.
"Boom!"
Li Weiyi plummeted from mid-air, a mist of blood swirling around him. He crashed heavily against the formation light curtain of a building.
The light curtain and building collapsed instantly, reduced to rubble.
Fortunately, he had activated his Corpse Garment Soft Armor in time. The armor's Blood Mist cushioning prevented serious injury, though his arms and legs throbbed with excruciating pain as he stood in the crater of the ruins.
The howling wind and a blurry figure descended from the sky.
Li Weiyi channeled his Spiritual Qi, instantly healing his aching limbs and restoring his combat strength.
He then activated a Divine Speed Talisman and charged toward the nearby river.
"Divine Speed Talisman!" Ge Xiantong shouted.
With a wave of his sleeve, the Sun-Moon Battle Technique Intent surged forth, transforming the surrounding world into a vortex of Sun-Moon Intent, pulling Li Weiyi back from the riverbank.
Li Weiyi felt as if countless chains were binding him, impossible to break free.
With all his strength, he mobilized five Battle Technique Intents, wielding the Grievous Soul Spear as a longsword. Unleashing 140 percent of his combat power, he slashed toward Ge Xiantong, who was closing in behind him.
Ge Xiantong caught Li Weiyi's spear with his bare hands, channeling the full force of the impact deep into the earth.
Li Weiyi then gripped the spear shaft with one hand and slashed at the halberd shaft with his palm.
"Boom!"
The Grievous Soul Spear, a Hundred-Character Scripture Artifact, shattered explosively under his palm strike.
Li Weiyi finally understood the level of the number one young cultivator. Fearless, his fighting spirit surged. He neither retreated nor dodged, but charged forward fearlessly, aiming a finger strike at Ge Xiantong's forehead.
Because in the moment Ge Xiantong had been gripping and slashing with the spear, he had left an opening in his defenses.
"Bold!"
Any other Inheritor, after enduring the previous two exchanges, would have been terrified out of their wits.
But Li Weiyi had seized the opportunity to counterattack, breaking through Ge Xiantong's protective Spiritual Qi with a single finger strike.
"But even with a Divine Speed Talisman, your legs are fast, but your hands are too slow!"
Ge Xiantong struck first, his fist slamming into Li Weiyi's chest, aiming to crush his heart.
"Boom!"
The punch landed.
Ge Xiantong showed no joy, his expression turning grim.
Li Weiyi's robes exploded, revealing the purple Soft Armor he wore beneath. As it absorbed Ge Xiantong's blow, a torrent of Blood Mist erupted from within the Soft Armor, accompanied by nearly a thousand crimson scripture characters.
As Master Coffin had instructed, Li Weiyi had previously released some of his own blood and soaked it into the blood handprint on the chest of his Corpse Garment Soft Armor.
His earlier feint, deliberately exposing a weakness in his chest to Ge Xiantong, was a trap designed to lure the other man into attacking the area covered by the armor.
The force Ge Xiantong unleashed in his punch was precisely the amount of power the purple soft armor returned to him when the Blood Mist and blood-red scriptures erupted.
"Boom!"
Ge Xiantong stumbled backward, his fist throbbing with pain.
Li Weiyi fared no better. The purple soft armor had failed to completely neutralize Ge Xiantong's punch, sending his body flying into the air and over the Great River. He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Blood Handprint Demonic Armor... do you hail from the Demon Kingdom?" Ge Xiantong asked.
The Blood Handprint Demonic Armor was a Ninth-Grade Hundred-Character Scripture Spiritual Artifact.
After Ge Xiantong's punch scattered the nine hundred-plus blood-red scriptures, they quickly returned like birds to their nest, imprinting themselves onto Li Weiyi's skin.
Hidden in the alleyway, Qi Xiao was already trembling with fear, desperate to flee.
'That was Ge Xiantong!'
In a one-on-one contest, anyone who could survive a single blow from him at the same cultivation level would become renowned throughout the world.
Shi Shishi shouted, "Ge Xiantong! The Zuoqiu Sect, the Jiu Li Clan, and the Zhu Sect have already launched their attack, breaking through the Imperial Court's defenses. Time is of the essence, yet you're wasting it here! Don't you realize that every moment, another talented member of the Imperial Court is being killed?"
Qi Xiao's scalp prickled.
He followed up with a shout: "A Seventh Realm cultivator fighting a Fifth Realm cultivator? How embarrassing!"
Li Weiyi flickered and plunged into the surging river, intending to escape through the riverbed.
Ge Xiantong was naturally worried about the situation with the Imperial Court's Martial-Mystic Cultivators, his inner calm far less steady than his outward demeanor suggested. Yet he hesitated to let Li Weiyi escape so easily, fearing he was the greater threat.
Using his Double Pupils, he located Li Weiyi fleeing through the riverbed.
He dared not recklessly pursue him underwater, fearing it might be another trap.
Li Weiyi had clearly prepared for this battle long in advance, unleashing a relentless barrage of techniques that showed no fear of Ge Xiantong's reputation as the world's number one.
Today, it wasn't Ge Xiantong who had found him; Li Weiyi had deliberately led him here.
Since Li Weiyi had chosen this battlefield, how could he not have laid traps?
Li Weiyi's psychological warfare had clearly worked, causing Ge Xiantong's previously unshakeable state of mind to waver and become confused.
"Boom!"
Ge Xiantong materialized in the middle of the downstream river channel. With both palms thrust forward simultaneously, he unleashed the Sun-Moon Battle Technique. Vast waves of Spiritual Qi erupted like a tidal wave, churning the entire river channel.
The river flowed backward, its waters roiling in chaos.
The power was so overwhelming it resembled a world-shattering Demon God.
The palm strike's Spiritual Qi had clearly surpassed the Five Seas Realm, stunning even the Dao Seed Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators watching nearby.
Li Weiyi was sent flying from the riverbed by Ge Xiantong's palm strike, soaring backward with the waves and crashing back onto the stone bridge.
"Whoosh!"
Ge Xiantong's movements were like a phantom's, appearing directly above Li Weiyi.
Beneath the stone bridge, a terrifying aura erupted, comparable to that of an Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator. It surged toward Ge Xiantong, as if aiming to kill him in a single blow.
Ge Xiantong was shocked.
He redirected his palm strike, originally aimed at Li Weiyi, toward the Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator.
As his palm force struck, he realized it was just a palm-sized moth.
The Big Phoenix, who had been feigning the aura of a Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator, was sent flying backward by Ge Xiantong's strike. It crashed through the stone bridge with a thunderous boom and plunged into the river with the debris.
Li Weiyi had been secretly channeling the Black Iron Seal while submerged in the river.
Now that the Big Phoenix had finally created an opening for him, how could he let this opportunity slip away?
"Boom!"
The Black Iron Seal shot out, expanding to several dozen feet in size. It unleashed over a dozen thick bolts of purple Thunder and Lightning, striking Ge Xiantong and sending him flying backward.
"Bang! Bang..."
Ge Xiantong crashed back onto the shore, smashing through several buildings before finally regaining his balance.
He dared not continue the fight.
He had to refine the Earth Spirit Grey Mist he had accidentally inhaled. If he didn't refine it soon, the consequences would be dire if Luan Sheng Lin You arrived.
He had assumed he could kill Li Weiyi in a few moves, pretending all along that he wasn't poisoned and forcibly suppressing the effects.
At the same time, he wasn't sure how many more tricks Li Weiyi had up his sleeve or how many more moves it would take to kill him.
"To have such combat power at the Fifth Stage of the Five Seas Realm... Luan Sheng Lin You's days are numbered if he makes an enemy of you! Thank you for the noodles. Remember to pay the shopkeeper for repairing the noodle shop's roof. As for the other damaged buildings on this street, consider them my responsibility."
As Ge Xiantong's final word faded, he was already several miles away.
Li Weiyi retrieved the Black Iron Seal, and the Blood Handprint Demonic Armor on his body restored itself to its original state. He landed on the riverside street, his legs buckling beneath him. He dropped to one knee, spitting up another mouthful of blood.
His internal organs were severely damaged, and it felt as though every bone in his body was about to shatter.
"He's severely wounded. This is the perfect opportunity to kill him!"
From the shadows, experts from the Far Western Ashlands emerged from all directions, launching attacks at Li Weiyi.
Some hurled hidden weapons, while others fired Spiritual artifact arrows.
Clearly, Ge Xiantong's parting words had taken effect.
Qi Xiao and Shi Shishi charged forward, deflecting all the attacks aimed at Li Weiyi and engaging in fierce combat with six or seven Martial-Mystic Cultivators.
After a while, six Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors returned with the severely injured Big Phoenix.
Li Weiyi opened his Insect Pouch and drew them in, slowly rising to his feet. Facing the growing number of enemies, he suppressed his injuries, pulled out another Divine Speed Talisman, and slapped it onto his body.
"Go!"
Activating a Divine Speed Talisman, Li Weiyi grabbed a person in each hand and fled at top speed.
Qi Jin, who had taken on Zhuang Yue's appearance, landed gracefully on the broken bridge.
After listening to his subordinate's detailed report, a look of shock spread across her face: "Impossible!"
"But the facts are undeniable. Many people witnessed Li Weiyi's clash with Ge Xiantong! Ge Xiantong was driven back, unable to kill him." The Martial-Mystic Cultivator from the Seventh Sea Demon Clan was equally unsettled, sensing that allowing Li Weiyi to escape now would inevitably lead to catastrophic consequences in the future.
'This child is terrifying!'
In a nearby alley, a Patrolling Immortal Envoy from the Calamity Crossing Temple, dressed in a Daoist robe, leaned against a wall and began to record the events with his brush.
Meanwhile, on Taoli (Peach and Plum) Mountain, the elders of various Major Powers were buzzing with discussion.
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