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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 6: [Battle for the True Inheritance]
Chapter 19 (560): [Three Palms]
(19th of Volume 6)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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The sight before him drove "Lu Jingshen" into a frenzy, his voice cracking as he roared in fury.
But Lu Jingchen, standing beside him, held him back firmly, urging him to calm down.
Then, Li Weiyi repeated the drunken insults Lu Jingshen had hurled earlier, word for word.
Qin Zhengyang calmly observed the Lu brothers, who seemed on the verge of a complete falling-out.
"Third Young Master Lu, please accept our condolences," he said, "We are merely carrying out our orders. Yin Envoy, show some respect. We are here to return the deceased's bodies, not to escalate this conflict."
"Understood!"
Luo Pingdan, using his Psychic Radiance, manipulated the corpse-transformed Martial-Mystic Cultivators, guiding them toward the Lu brothers.
"Lu Jingshen" gradually regained his composure, glaring coldly at Luo Pingdan and Xie Wumian at the edge of the forest.
Stealthily, he opened his Insect Pouch, allowing Second Phoenix to memorize their scents.
Lu Jingchen swept his sleeve, unleashing a torrent of radiant Spiritual Qi that surged like a gale, striking the corpse-transformed Martial-Mystic Cultivators.
With a series of thuds, they collapsed to the ground, lying motionless and silent, their eyes closed in deathly peace.
Li Weiyi recalled their encounter in the Nether Realm.
The faces of some of those cultivators remained vividly etched in his memory, and he couldn't help but feel a genuine pang of sorrow.
"A few servants dying is of no consequence," Lu Jingchen said coldly, "But if you continue to provoke me or dare to harm my brother again, I won't hesitate to drag you all down with me."
"Second Young Master Lu truly possesses remarkable vision," Qin Zhengyang remarked, "No wonder you defeated all the Heavenly Pride and claimed the top spot."
Qin Zhengyang raised his arm, palm facing downward.
A surge of Martial-Mystic Qi erupted from his palm, striking the ground.
Though his hand didn't move, the surrounding mountains trembled slightly.
Immediately, a cacophony of cracking earth filled the air as Bone Spirits and Corpse Spirits crawled from the depths.
A humanoid Bone Spirit tore through the earth, creating a Yin Qi-laden path several meters wide.
Radiating golden light, it rode a skeletal beast tens of meters long, wielding a long halberd as it charged from the depths.
The skeletal beast's hooves thundered as its tail swept through the air, shattering massive boulders into dust and rubble.
A Corpse Spirit, its back impaled with two war banners, each bearing an army of Undead Souls, stood several meters tall. Its body radiated corrosive energy, causing the ground beneath its feet to hiss and bubble with Netherworld Corpse Water.
Within moments, the surrounding mountains were swarming with Dead Spirits, many of them immensely powerful.
Lu Jingchen remained calm, his Willpower enveloping Qin Zhengyang.
"Gathering so many Fallen Spirit powerhouses - are you planning to kill me here? I advise you not to misjudge the situation and make a decision you'll regret for the rest of your life."
"Second Young Master Lu, you misunderstand! I've always been cautious, which is why I've survived this long. How could I not prepare against potential schemes from Thousand Mile Mountain?"
Qin Zhengyang replied with a smile, then instructed a Deax Spirit to approach with a box of Blood Crystals.
Lu Jingchen didn't even glance at the box.
"Jing Shen, stop being stubborn and accept this money. You don't need it, but the families of the deceased do."
Hearing this, Li Weiyi finally showed a resentful expression as he accepted the box of Blood Crystals.
Qin Zhengyang said, "I hope Second Young Master Lu understands that returning this payment is already the greatest gesture of goodwill the Taiyin Sect can offer. The True Disciple values friendship, especially with intelligent individuals."
"If Chu Yutian himself came, I might actually sense his sincerity," Lu Jingchen said dismissively.
A cold glint flashed deep within Qin Zhengyang's eyes as he caught Lu Jingchen's unspoken implication: 'You're not worthy of my attention.'
His earlier humility had only earned him the other man's contempt.
Li Weiyi gathered the corpses scattered on the ground.
Seeing Lu Jingchen and "Lu Jingshen" preparing to descend the mountain, Qin Zhengyang's voice deepened: "Hold on.
This venerable one has one more question for the Earth Ranking's Chief Scribe."
"Speak!" Lu Jingchen replied without turning, his disdain palpable.
"In the Scribe's eyes," Qin Zhengyang asked, "what position could this venerable one attain on the Immortal Earth Ranking?"
"Do people like you even care about such things?" Lu Jingchen retorted.
Qin Zhengyang's aura intensified, the primordial mark between his brows glowing ever brighter: "If one lives in this world without pursuing fame and fortune, what's the point? To be denied recognition in both character and power - that's the ultimate failure."
"At least you have a clear understanding of yourself," Lu Jingchen remarked, "With your strength, you should be able to make it onto the Earth Ranking."
Li Weiyi glanced at Lu Jingchen, sensing the deliberate contempt in his tone. 'He must have an ulterior motive.'
"Is that all?" Qin Zhengyang asked.
Lu Jingchen smiled: "That's all."
"It seems the Scribe doesn't truly understand my strength. The so-called Immortal Ranking is a profound disappointment." Qin Zhengyang's voice carried an increasingly potent sonic force.
Li Weiyi felt a drumming in his ears and turned to look.
He saw Qin Zhengyang, who had somehow risen dozens of meters into the air, radiating a brilliant, sun-like radiance that illuminated the surrounding mountains and banished the darkness.
The sheer power of his aura was overwhelming, sending scorching waves through the air that ignited the dark vegetation of the mountains.
The Army of the Dead retreated, some forced to their knees by the oppressive pressure of his Immortal Realm aura.
"I humbly request the Scribe's guidance!" Qin Zhengyang's voice erupted with even greater intensity.
This time, even Luo Pingdan and Xie Wumian immediately retreated.
The Immortal Realm's First Realm was a world unto itself, and they regarded it with profound caution.
Lu Jingchen's Spiritual Qi blocked Qin Zhengyang's sonic attack, but Li Weiyi still felt the psychic shock of the man's Willpower assault.
It instilled in him a terrifying sense that the sky was about to collapse and the end of the world was at hand.
It was all because he and Lu Jingchen were standing together, right in the area of the strongest Willpower attack.
Any other First Realm Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator would likely have succumbed to the Willpower attack, paralyzed by fear and fleeing for their lives.
Thanks to the Fusang Divine Tree Spirit-Light, Li Weiyi managed to withstand the onslaught, but he felt like a tiny flame struggling against a raging storm.
Even as Li Weiyi battled the Battle Technique Intent, a blinding light erupted before his eyes, obliterating all his senses.
Qin Zhengyang materialized just a few feet away, his overwhelming Qi crashing down like a collapsing mountain as he unleashed the perfected fourth layer of the Heavenly Sun Earthly Fiend Fist.
"Sizzle!"
His fist burned like a miniature sun, the scorching heat melting the rock and soil beneath their feet.
"Boom!"
Lu Jingchen intercepted Qin Zhengyang's fist strike, his wrist twisting as the scripture on his palm swirled like a vortex of clouds, dissipating the brutal force of the impact.
While blocking Qin Zhengyang's attack, he still managed to divert a portion of his power to shield Li Weiyi beside him.
In the next instant, Lu Jingchen's icy aura surged, his long hair whipping wildly as he surged forward, forming a second palm strike.
"Heavenly Sun Earthly Fiend Fifth Layer!"
Sensing the killing intent radiating from Lu Jingchen, Qin Zhengyang immediately unleashed his most powerful Dao Technique.
Having mastered the Fifth Layer Fist Technique, Qin Zhengyang's Heavenly Sun shone brightly from his brow, while the Earthly Fiend surged within his Ancestral Field.
He unleashed both fists simultaneously, the two streams of Martial-Mystic Qi twisting together, merging into one, and colliding with the palm strike Lu Jingchen had conjured.
"Boom!"
The shockwave of Martial-Mystic Qi rippled outward, spreading beyond the Dangerous Mountains of the Nether Realm.
Qin Zhengyang's body shot backward like a meteor, hurtling over five kilometers.
Lu Jingchen pursued him with equal speed, unleashing a third palm strike in mid-air.
During this clash, Li Weiyi couldn't even follow the exchange.
He only saw Qin Zhengyang's body flying several kilometers before slamming into the side of a massive mountain with a deafening thud.
The mountain trembled slightly.
"Roar!"
The surrounding Army of the Dead roared in unison, their fiendish Qi surging skyward, as if they wanted to tear Lu Jingchen apart.
Luo Pingdan and Xie Wumian exchanged cold glances, summoned their spiritual artifacts, and flew toward the mountain where Qin Zhengyang had crashed.
Qin Zhengyang emerged from the mountain, his imposing figure still radiating undiminished power.
He glared at Lu Jingchen, who hovered calmly in the air.
"It seems Second Young Master Lu hasn't let go of this grudge. I sensed your killing intent just now."
"You think resolving this feud is so simple?" Lu Jingchen retorted, "The terms of resolution are mine to dictate. Now that I've vented my anger, we're even!"
Lu Jingchen landed beside Li Weiyi, glancing back at Qin Zhengyang, who stood miles away.
"To withstand three of my strikes without flinching, remaining upright, proves your strength. I underestimated you earlier. Jing Shen, let's go!"
A group of Fallen Spirit powerhouses blocked their path, some wielding Yin Soldier Artifacts, others cradling Ghost Flames in their hands.
"Let them pass," Qin Zhengyang commanded.
Lu Jingchen and Li Weiyi swiftly reached the shore, boarded the Silver chariot waiting there, and the chariot raced across the sea, speeding toward Dragon Island at full speed.
Inside the chariot:
Lu Jingchen fully extended his Willpower, his gaze grave.
"The intelligence was flawed! Qin Zhengyang's cultivation went awry, leaving him with an incurable injury. He must have spread that false information himself. He bears no wounds, no weaknesses."
Li Weiyi, well aware of this, felt his heart sink, a sense of urgency rising within him.
Qin Zhengyang's demonstrated power was terrifying.
He had mastered the Fifth Layer of the Great Technique.
Only Lu Jingchen, the foremost figure within the Ten Thousand Mile Tower under a hundred years old, could force him into a disadvantage.
If Tang Wanzhou attempted an assassination based on this flawed intelligence, she would be in grave danger.
Lu Jingchen said, "However, my third strike just now struck his chest, damaging his Qi Sea. For the next three days, his Spiritual Qi circulation will be severely impaired. He was merely putting on a show of normalcy in front of everyone."
Li Weiyi retrieved the Cosmic Pouch containing the corpse and the Blood Crystal box.
"I have to go!"
"You can't leave the carriage yet," Lu Jingchen said, "There's a Ghost Shadow following us. We need to maintain the act."
Li Weiyi had initially planned to risk sneaking back or dispatch Seventh Phoenix to monitor Qin Zhengyang's every move.
But hearing Lu Jingchen's words, he forced himself to calm down and enter a state of rational thought.
Lu Jingchen took the Cosmic Pouch containing the corpse.
"Keep the Blood Crystal box. This isn't a gift; it's your due for the risks you took with me tonight."
Li Weiyi subtly lifted his eyelids, finally grasping the true depth of the Earth Ranking's Chief Scribe's prowess.
He saw through the facade without exposing it, helping others while making them feel like they were the ones offering assistance. This was the mark of a true master.
Tang Wanzhou had been leaving the Heavenly Pavilion daily.
While others remained unaware of her activities in the city, Lu Jingchen couldn't have escaped the Ten Thousand Mile Tower and ascended to its pinnacle if he hadn't noticed even this.
Among the Immortal Realm Experts, he was the most outstanding figure of the younger generation.
Yet his true age was already eighty years old.
....
Qin Zhengyang pressed his hand against his chest, feeling the searing pain in his lungs.
He regretted giving his armor to the puppet; had he been wearing it, Lu Jingchen would never have wounded him so severely.
"Envoy Zhongwu," Luo Pingdan said calmly, "Lu Jingchen is far too arrogant and unreasonable. He needs to be taught a lesson."
"Arrogant, yes," Xie Wumian replied, "but the Earth Ranking's Chief Scribe truly lives up to his reputation."
Qin Zhengyang gestured for silence, released his Dao Heart Manifestation, and then spoke, "We must be more cautious. The fact that we were located so silently today should serve as a warning! Our previous plans may have been compromised. We need to change our strategy."
"Envoy Yin, you've exhausted your Psychic Power. Stay behind tonight and provide support from the sea."
"Here's how I propose we adjust our strategy..."
...
Lu Jingchen's silver carriage landed at a secluded bay, thirty miles from the West Ferry.
Li Weiyi stepped out of the carriage, ready to depart.
"Take care!" Lu Jingchen said, leaving only these two words as the carriage sped away.
"Until we meet again," Li Weiyi replied, watching the carriage disappear before hurrying toward the West Ferry.
Lu Jingchen undoubtedly believed he and Tang Wanzhou were acting together.
In reality, Li Weiyi had no idea how to find her or deliver the information.
His only option was to head to the West Ferry first.
Arriving at the ferry, Li Weiyi surveyed the scene and immediately felt a splitting headache coming on.
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END OF CHAPTER
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