Chapter 50: Qilin Tribulation (Part 1)
Ancient people said: Qilin is the auspicious sign of a sage king. With one horn and carrying flesh, it has martial prowess but does no harm. It must bring blessings to the land, and only then will it reside there. It does not tread on living insects or trample living grass. When a ruler emerges, it appears - a benevolent creature!
It's a downright lie, plus a huge load of nonsense! In an instant, the three great masters, Mu Xinghe, Feng Yeyu, and Yan Wugou, simultaneously changed their expressions, having already cursed the ancient scholars who wrote "Shuowen Jiezi" (Xu Shen) and "Chunqiu Zuo Zhuan Jijie" (Du Yu) to death. What a load of crap from bookworms who only talk on paper! They actually said that Qilin is a benevolent auspicious beast, and what's more, they said "set up military preparations without causing harm"? It's simply deceiving people to death! This beast in front of us, with its sharp teeth and claws, single horn like a knife, etc., doesn't need to be mentioned, and it's even more ferocious and evil, always ready to pounce on people at any moment. Where is there any hint of auspiciousness or benevolence?
Three great masters have been roaming the Jianghu for half their lives, and their reputation is not obtained by luck. They have fought to the death with their enemies more than once or twice in their lifetime. However, at this moment, when the legendary divine beast that should only exist in myths truly appears before their eyes, the determination to capture the Qilin suddenly melts away like snow in hot water. And what arises instead is an emotion that they have almost completely severed ties with since mastering their martial arts - fear!
The divine beast seemed to understand the intentions of the uninvited guests, despite not being able to speak. The fire qilin let out a loud whinny and stomped its hooves, shooting out hot white air from its nostrils, instantly evaporating the surrounding air. In an instant, the three great masters' faces turned pale, and they subconsciously took half a step back. The three super divine artifacts, Xīn Hún, Lóng Xuán, and Pò Jìng, all let out a dissatisfied hum, as if their master's cowardice was unbearable. The fire qilin's scarlet eyes flashed with a fierce light, and it suddenly raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar. Before its bellow had even stopped, it had already sprang into action, shooting forward like a fire arrow, charging straight at the three great masters. Wherever it passed, the ground was melted into glass-like crystals.
In the blink of an eye, fear, unease, hesitation, and other emotions were all suppressed by the most primitive and strongest will to survive. With a loud shout, he drew his sword and slashed at the incoming Fire Qilin. The beast was able to change direction in mid-air, avoiding the attack. Its claws, wrapped in flames, swiped down at Murong Star River, but were blocked by Long Xuan. Pointing at the sky, he shouted: "Yan Burg Master, Break Mirror!"
Before, Yan Wugou had not clashed with Shouwang and Shang on the Five-Toothed Giant Ship, and his state was at its best. Knowing that today's battle is a matter of life and death, he didn't dare to hold back in the slightest. The wooden box held in his hand was suddenly shattered by a burst of energy, revealing a copper mirror with an extremely strange shape. He grasped the top and bottom ends of the copper mirror with both hands, using force to open the mirror's cover and aim it at the charging Huo Qilin, shouting: "Within ten steps, the broken mirror cannot be made whole!"
The beast's intuition for danger was far more sensitive than anyone else. As soon as the broken mirror opened, it pressed its paws on the ground and turned around with force, swinging its tail towards Feng Ye and Yu Ran. The thick cow tail collided with the timely defensive move of Xuanhun, causing Feng Ye to turn pale instantly, stumbling backward for seven steps, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood. However, the ground reflected in the broken mirror suddenly revealed countless cracks, which were no different from those on the surface of the broken mirror itself.
The divine soldier shattered the mirror, and it was difficult to reflect objects intact. Any object that was reflected in the broken mirror would be affected by the divine soldier's strange ability, its body covered in cracks before shattering and being destroyed completely. In terms of power, it was indeed the most bizarre and powerful among the three super divine soldiers. However, Huo Qilin's movements were far more agile and nimble than those of ordinary martial artists, and with Feng Ye and Yuexia engaged in close combat, Yan Wugong's breathing became urgent and he repeatedly shouted loudly, yet somehow he was unable to successfully bring this beast within the range of the broken mirror's power.
The deafening roar shook the sky, sparks flew everywhere, and the Soul Devouring Dragon's spinning slash struck down with a flurry of cuts. In an instant, no one knew how many times they had hit the Fire Qilin. But the Qilin's body was covered in a hard armor that knives and guns couldn't penetrate, and with its fierce flames protecting it, almost any attack could hardly cause substantial harm to it. Mu Xinghe and Feng Yeyu, even after exhausting all their strength, only managed to make the Fire Qilin feel pain but not injury, instead provoking its primitive ferocity even more. The furious roar shook the eardrums, brutal violence accompanied by annihilating flames suddenly erupted. In an instant, the open space in front of the Lingyun Cave was completely engulfed and submerged in a sea of fire, the scene before their eyes like a living hell on earth!
Long Xuan's soul was severely shaken, Mu Xinghe and Feng Yeyu lost their divine armor protection, only Dugu's profound internal energy could withstand the fierce flames. Yan Jiaobao's master fortunately had a broken mirror in hand, barely able to protect himself. Three zhang away, Tang Juexue and the fake little prince behind him were completely caught off guard, instantly burned into two charred balls. On the opposite cliff, Tang Zhongqing was stunned, shouting out loud without thinking, his voice hoarse: "Your Highness!!" Tears streaming down his face, he suddenly knelt to the ground.
The raging flames of the inferno lasted only a few short seconds, and after a brief moment, the fire had no choice but to dissipate slowly. The ground was completely melted and fused together, while Mu Xinghe and Feng Yeyu were half-charred, their faces twisted in terror, looking as if they had crawled out of the 18th level of hell. On the other hand, Yang Shao and Yang Xiu, who had previously fought each other to mutual injury, were spared from the flames because they were lying in a large pit.
The two of them knew the situation was perilous, and they were both sitting cross-legged on the ground, using all their might to cultivate their inner energy to heal their wounds as soon as possible. Tang Zhongqing's faint voice carried by the wind entered their ears, and both uncle and nephew's eyelids twitched at the same time. Yang Xiu subconsciously responded with "Qing..." but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard Tang Zhongqing cry out: "Yang Zhao, Yang Zhao!" Her voice was choked with sobs, and her anxious concern was completely exposed. Yang Xiu immediately felt his blood rushing to his head, and despite his injuries, he sprang up from the ground, gritting his teeth and saying: "You little bastard, how dare you have a private affair with her!?"
Yang Zhaoyang opened his eyes and sneered: "I'm a hybrid, what are you? Don't forget, we both have the surname Yang."
Yang Xiu's eyes were filled with red threads, humiliation and anger intertwined, and he even ignored the fire qilin outside the pit, shouting: "You little bastard, you're going to die!" He pounced forward, wanting to give his nephew another blow with his Wind Cloud Hand. Unfortunately, his injuries were too severe, and as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his internal organs again, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth. "Thud" - he heavily fell to the ground, panting continuously.
The bloody smell immediately caught the attention of Huo Qilin, and the previous move "Fire Sea Hell" consumed a huge amount of energy. Although this beast was still fierce, its expression had already become somewhat listless. The smell of blood hit the spot. It let out a low growl, its eyes gleaming with sharpness, and turned to walk towards the two uncles and nephews in the pit. Sticky saliva dripped from between its sharp teeth, making a "hiss~ hiss~" sound.
This is a rare opportunity! The Qingcheng Sect Master, who was half-burned to charcoal and knew he would die today without a doubt, exerted his last bit of strength to shout angrily. With a deafening "HUM", the air shook violently, and in an instant, it was as if he had been injected with a powerful stimulant, bouncing off the ground and shooting towards Huo Qilin with unmatched brute force. Whether it was speed or power, it was at least three times stronger than before.
The ferocious beast moved with agility like the wind, and immediately jumped up to dodge. Unexpectedly, the soul-sucking four-edged sword suddenly opened up, transforming into a huge iron claw that fell from above, nailing it firmly to the ground. The Fire Qilin let out a loud roar, struggling with all its might, while Feng Yuer's eyes shone brightly with an otherworldly light, and behind him, a swirling airflow churned, as dozens of human silhouettes faintly appeared, exuding an aura that was both ominous and intimidating to the extreme.
Meng Xinghe and Feng Yeyu had known each other for many years, and at a glance, he knew that this old friend had truly let go of everything. Soul Slayer's power was so great that it could absorb the user's own soul, and in the end, even Feng Yeyu's own divine spirit would be absorbed by the sword. The shadows floating behind him were all the lingering spirits of the former leaders of Qingcheng Sect who had overused Soul Slayer - the Sword Spirits!
His injuries were no lighter than those of his old friend. Since Feng Ye could risk his life, what was he still worried about? He gritted his teeth and shook the divine spear, summoning the dragon soul of Jiaolong. A silent roar swept across the field like a typhoon, and Huo Qilin was struck by lightning, standing motionless in an instant. The dark dragon shadow quickly followed, binding it tightly with five flowers, and Mu Xinghe shouted with all his might, "Yanbao Zhu!"
Time was running out, and in an instant, the broken mirror's green light flashed, shooting out a burst of energy that perfectly enveloped its target. The ferocious beast in the mirror was imprinted with thousands of cracks, and in reality, the same creature suddenly appeared with countless fissures all over its body. Its supposedly indestructible armor shattered and exploded on the spot. Feeling its life threatened, the Fire Qilin let out a mournful cry and unleashed its brute strength, causing both divine weapons to be shaken off. Flames surged around its body, condensing into a massive fireball that floated in mid-air. With a flick of its head, the fireball shot towards Xuanmiao like a cannonball. Forced to defend itself, the master of the Xuan family could only use the broken mirror to block the attack, causing it to dig deep into the ground and retreat seven or eight feet back with a loud "Boom".
Shaking off the restraint, Huo Qilin's ferocity reached new heights. With two swift movements, he pounced on Mu Xinghe and Feng Yeyu, jaws wide open for the kill. Two eerie cracking sounds echoed through the air as the two masters' upper bodies were bitten into pulp by the strange beast. Huo Qilin chewed twice before swallowing them whole, skin and bones included. Not yet satisfied, he suddenly leapt up again, landing precisely in a pit, standing right between Yang Shaohua and Yang Xiu.
Two princes of the Sui Dynasty, who also have the true dragon blood flowing within them, are just the most precious medicine for the Fire Qilin, whose body is covered in shattered scales and severely injured.
A faint white shadow flickered, and a red light stirred once more. The Super Divine Soldier Dis Soul, restored to its original longsword shape, was firmly grasped by a hand that was either the most beautiful or the most terrifying in the world. Zheng Qinghe, the current successor of the Ci Hang Jing Zhai, took hold of the divine soldier and pointed it directly at Huo Qilin, shouting: "You wicked beast, don't you dare retreat?" The unparalleled sword aura swirled around him, rapidly forming an invisible wall of copper and iron that made it impossible for this ferocious monster to take another step forward beyond the Lei Chi.
The qilin's eyes narrowed, its upper body crouched on the ground, but its powerful hind legs were coiled and ready to strike. Its throat let out a low growl, "grrr... grrr...", as if it was afraid but unwilling to retreat. Suddenly, it raised its head to the sky and let out two long, mournful howls. The tone was full of cruel and violent energy, and it didn't seem like it was going to give up, instead it seemed to be calling for its companions to come and help. Yang Zhao's heart skipped a beat as he muttered, "No way..." He couldn't help but turn his head back to look at the entrance of the Lingyun Cave. Not looking would have been better, because once he looked, he felt like he had been drenched in a basin of cold water. His whole body was chilled to the bone, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
It's not a rhetorical device, but a real and true fall into the ice cave. Because the figure that walked out of the secret cave was emitting a cold aura. Wherever it passed, the ground was frozen with layers of white frost. It had the head of a dragon, the body of a deer, the claws of an eagle, the hooves of a wolf, the tail of a cow, and the scales of a snake, with a single horn on its forehead. Except for being half a circle smaller in size than its companion that was facing off against Fēng Qīng Huì, it was actually another qilin!
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The draft is almost used up. Starting tomorrow, can we update once a day?
After discussing with the editor, he suggested I write 5,000 words a day, 3,000 in the morning and 2,000 in the afternoon.
I'll try my best. If everyone gives more likes, collects and clicks on the red tickets, I'll have more motivation to write. It seems that 12 is really a shallow person... T_T
By the way, Po Jing, Xiao Hun, Long Xuan and Bu Yuan Man are the four divine weapons in "Shen Bing Si". You can go find them to take a look. Well, just read the first 30 episodes, after that it's all Li Xiao Long this and Tony Wong that, completely messy. Qiu Fu Long's painting skills are excellent, but the plot is really not good. So now he has gone to cooperate with Jiu Ba Dao...
