darknovel Chapter 9 All-Out Attack on the Mountain
Chapter 9 All-Out Attack on the Mountain
The final round of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.
Today, Longhu Mountain saw its peak visitor numbers.
Countless eyes were fixed on the two people in the center of the arena.
Zhang Chulan versus Zhang Lingyu.
One is a shameless dark horse who always wins despite using underhanded methods.
One was Lingyu Zhenren, a distinguished disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion, a man of refined character and noble bearing.
Logically, this should have been a one-sided, decisive victory.
But at this moment, the atmosphere on the field was somewhat subtle.
"Master Lingyu seems a bit different today?"
From the stands, Feng Xingtong said with some confusion.
In the past, Zhang Lingyu, though strong, always gave people a tense feeling, like a bowstring that was always fully drawn.
But today, standing there, he exudes an indescribable sense of relaxation and composure.
On the high platform.
Su Wuxian held a handful of spiced peanuts he'd somehow acquired, peeling them while gesturing with his chin towards Zhang Zhiwei beside him:
"Senior brother, it seems your disciple has heeded the advice. Today's thunder magic might just change the world."
Zhang Zhiwei squinted, a relieved smile playing on his lips: "Junior brother, you really have a way with things. This child's inner knot has been on my mind for years, but you've cleared it up in just a few words."
"That's right, look who taught him." Su Wuxian tossed a peanut into his mouth. "Let's watch the show, let's watch the show."
Off the field.
Zhang Chulan looked at Zhang Lingyu opposite him, his brows furrowed.
He keenly sensed the danger.
"Zhang Chulan".
Zhang Lingyu spoke, her tone calm, devoid of her usual arrogance and disdain, "Thank you, and thank you... that Uncle Su."
"Huh?" Zhang Chulan was taken aback.
"I used to be ashamed of this thunder magic, thinking it was damp and sticky, and not worthy of being called elegant. But my uncle is right, if the heart is pure, the thunder is pure."
Zhang Lingyu slowly raised her hand.
boom--!
The pitch-black Yin Five Thunder erupted instantly!
But this black lightning no longer had to move close to the ground and dodge and weave like before.
Instead, it soared into the sky like a black dragon, blotting out the sun!
That gentle femininity, taken to its extreme, actually gave rise to a vast and domineering aura!
"The Azure Pools of the North!"
The black lightning plasma instantly covered the entire area, like a black swamp, swallowing everything.
"Holy crap! This is Yin Five Thunder?!"
The strange people in the stands were all terrified.
Wang Ai's hand trembled so much that he almost ripped his beard off: "This...how is this possible! How could Yin Wu Lei produce such an aura?!"
Su Wuxian clapped the peanut shells off his hands and sneered:
"Little Wang, you're making a fuss over nothing. Yin gives rise to Yang, and things reach their extremes and then reverse. When a person faces their dark side with equanimity, that's when they are most invincible."
On the field, Zhang Chulan was forced into a sorry state, and his Golden Light Mantra was teetering on the brink of collapse under the erosion of the black lightning.
"Damn it! I'll risk it!"
Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth and finally stopped hiding, his Qi circulating wildly within his body.
The old farmer's skills are mobilized!
The once indestructible Northern Azure Pool, upon contact with Zhang Chulan's body, instantly...
It was like ice and snow meeting a hot iron; it inexplicably melted away.
After a fierce battle and mutual fighting... (2000 words of plot description omitted here, mainly because everyone should be able to recite this part by heart, see how good I am to you, not wasting ink.)
In the end, Zhang Chulan narrowly won by using his underhanded method of "returning other people's Qi to its original state".
"The winner... is Zhang Chulan!"
With the referee's announcement, the champion of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony was born.
Zhang Lingyu lay on the ground, panting heavily, but a relaxed smile, unlike anything she had ever seen before, appeared on her face.
He lost the game, but he won against himself.
......
Night falls.
The bustling Luotian Grand Ceremony has finally come to an end.
According to the procedure, the next step should be for the old Celestial Master to pass on his mantle to Zhang Chulan, allowing him to inherit the position of Celestial Master.
But the air in Longhu Mountain was filled with an unsettling heat.
At the front square, most tourists had already left, leaving behind only various oddballs.
Su Wuxian did not join in the excitement of the ordination ceremony.
He sat alone on the highest roof of the Celestial Master's Mansion, holding a can of Coke, looking down at the brightly lit Longhu Mountain with a deep gaze.
"Master, what brings you here?"
Wang also found it easy to call his advisor "Master".
He yawned as he climbed up and plopped down next to Su Wuxian.
"It was quite a scene at the Celestial Master's place just now. That kid Zhang Chulan actually refused the Celestial Master's ordination. Tsk tsk, he's got guts."
"It's good that you refused."
Su Wuxian said calmly, "What was hidden in the Heavenly Master's Degree was too heavy for him. It was a lock that locked away the truth, and it also locked away freedom."
Wang was taken aback. Was it that profound? He was about to ask for more details.
Sudden--
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several loud explosions suddenly rang out simultaneously from all directions of Longhu Mountain without any warning!
Immediately afterwards, towering flames dyed the night sky red.
The once peaceful Taoist temple was instantly filled with shouts of battle.
"The Quanxing demons! The Quanxing are attacking the mountain!"
"Fire! Firefighting!"
"Ah—! My leg!"
Chaos erupted instantly.
Wang Ye's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up: "Holy crap! These Quanxing lunatics really dare to attack the Celestial Master's Mansion? Are they out of their minds?"
"Of course they're dead."
Su Wuxian remained seated, calmly finishing the last sip of his cola.
"It's just that some people have been scared out of their wits and have no choice but to resort to desperate measures."
I thought of Gong Qing, the little Taoist boy who was so scared yesterday that he couldn't even hold the washbasin steady.
Su Wuxian's lips curled into a cruel smile.
"Little Wang, would you like to see a real fireworks display?"
Su Wuxian casually tossed the empty can aside.
The next second, the can flew out like a cannonball.
It traced an arc in the air.
It accurately struck a Quanxing demon who was about to ambush a Taoist priest, smashing the man's head directly into the ground.
"fireworks?"
Wang Ye swallowed hard.
Su Wuxian stood up, the night wind blowing his Taoist robe, making it flutter.
As he looked down at the Quanxing disciples pouring in, the clarity in his eyes faded.
Instead, his eyes were deathly calm.
"After eighty years of seclusion, it seems the world has forgotten my name, Su Wuxian."
"Tonight, I will use the hundreds of heads of the Quanxing Sect to... this world of supernatural beings..."
"The next lesson."
......
at the same time.
On the back of Longhu Mountain, there is a secluded path.
Lu Jin, her face contorted with rage, charged toward the spot where the fire was at its fiercest.
"These beasts! How dare they destroy Longhu Mountain's century-old foundation! Today, I will grind them to dust!"
Lu Jin's beard and hair stood on end, and the triple white light emanating from him was particularly dazzling in the night.
However, just as he was passing through a grove of trees...
A strange pink mist silently spread out.
"Hehehe... Old Master Lu, you're still so charming at your age... But you mustn't get angry, getting angry is bad for your health."
A captivatingly charming voice rang out.
Immediately afterwards, four figures slowly emerged from the mist.
The fat monk who walked through the wall – Gao Ning, nicknamed "Thunder Smoke Cannon".
A scantily clad, pink-haired woman with seductive eyes—"Bone Scraper" Xia He.
Wearing glasses and dressed in a suit, he is a refined and cultured man – Shen Chong, the "seedling of trouble".
And the kind-faced old woman, Dou Mei, who makes you feel like you're falling into an ice cave.
The four madmen of Quanxing have gathered together!
"The Twelve Labors Formation... Begins."
The bald monk Gao Ning clasped his hands together, a compassionate smile on his face.
Lu Jin paused, feeling a surge of blood rushing to her chest.
The anger, sorrow, and hatred that had been building up in his heart for years erupted like a volcano at this moment!
"Oh no! It's an array that can manipulate emotions!"
Lu Jin roared, "A bunch of cowardly rats hiding in the shadows, your grandpa will deal with you!"
"Is this Lu Jin, who has experienced the Triple Rebirth...?"
Shen Chong pushed up his glasses, greedily licked his lips, and said, "Lu Jin's Qi... must taste delicious, right?"
Lu Jin's eyes quickly became bloodshot, and her rationality was burning wildly.
......
"Aaaaah! Kill! Kill them all!!"
Lu Jin is about to fall into a rampage of inner demons and become a beast that only knows how to kill.
Just then.
"Snapped!"
A crisp slap rang out, sounding particularly jarring in the silent woods.
Lu Jin, who was originally going berserk, was spun around three times by this big slap, and was completely stunned.
Even the four madmen of Quanxing were stunned.
Who is it?
How dare you slap Lu Jin?
A young figure appeared beside Lu Jin without her noticing.
Su Wuxian shook his hand, looked at Lu Jin whose face had a clear handprint, and scolded him with exasperation:
"Old Lu, you're over a hundred years old, why are you still acting like a fool?"
"A few juniors set up a lousy formation and you're completely bewildered? Your Reverse Life Triple Stage... what happened to it?"
The entire room fell silent.
The four madmen looked at the suddenly appearing young man and instinctively felt a chill run down their spines.
"Who...who are you?" Gao Ning's smile froze.
Su Wuxian turned around, his gaze sweeping over the four people in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips:
Who I am is not important.
"The important thing is..."
"Your last meal has arrived."