Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 388 Yu Tian
Dusk is falling and the setting sun is blood-red.

On the Fengchan Platform, three figures surrounded Linghu Chong.

Zuo Lengchan's Xuanbing True Qi condensed into frost around his body, Yue Buqun's Zixia Divine Skill emitted a faint purple light, and Yu Jizi's Taishan Sword Stance was as heavy as a mountain.

The three distinct energies clashed and vibrated, causing the surrounding banners to flutter and stirring up fallen leaves.

Although Zuo Lengchan failed to secure the seven-day deadline, he managed to delay until dusk by taking advantage of Linghu Chong's arrogance. This half-day of recuperation had already healed his internal injuries by seventy percent.

"All three of you, come at me together!" Linghu Chong casually waved his hand, as if he were greeting a mischievous child on the street rather than the three great sect leaders. His white robes were as white as snow, making him particularly conspicuous in the twilight.

"Arrogant brat!" Zuo Lengchan roared, suddenly changing his attack.

He no longer used his cold, icy inner energy; instead, his palms emanated a powerful palm force, and he unleashed his trump card, the Great Songyang Divine Palm. This palm technique was incomparably fierce and its moves were complex and varied, precisely designed to counter Linghu Chong's extremely yang and powerful inner energy.

The Great Songyang Divine Palm has complex moves and is known for its fierce power, so it can never be restrained by masculine true energy.

At the same time, Yue Buqun's Purple Cloud Sword Qi surged like a rainbow, attacking from the flank. Learning from his previous experience, he incorporated the internal energy of the Purple Cloud Divine Skill into the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, causing purple qi to emanate from the sword's edge.

Yu Jizi then unleashed the Taishan Sect's treasured "Eighteen-Bend Sword Stance," its heavy sword shadows sealing off all of Linghu Chong's escape routes.

The three sect leaders joined forces, their energy intertwining into a net, which should have been a hopeless situation.

But they were facing Linghu Chong!
Linghu Chong's swordsmanship is simple and unadorned, yet every move is exquisitely subtle. His Palm Breaking Style shatters the Great Songyang Palm Force, his Qi Breaking Style dissolves the Purple Cloud Sword Qi, and his Sword Breaking Style repels the Mount Tai Sword Force.

After three moves, Zuo Lengchan's clothes were ripped open with seven neat slits, Yue Buqun's hair ornament rolled off the ground again, and Yu Jizi was forced back more than ten steps before he could barely stand by leaning against a stone pillar.

"This...this is impossible!" Zuo Lengchan looked at his trembling hands. He had practiced his palm technique for thirty years, yet he hadn't even touched the hem of his opponent's clothes.

If Linghu Chong had defeated him using a technique that countered his elemental strength, he would have been lucky, believing it was due to elemental disadvantage. But Linghu Chong defeated him fair and square!

Yue Buqun was disheveled and his face was ashen. He had schemed and plotted, even going so far as to castrate himself to practice swordsmanship, but in the end, he was defeated by the disciple he had personally expelled.

This is so ironic!
His life and self-castration were so ridiculous! He felt dizzy and disoriented, and all his scheming had become a joke.

The audience was completely silent. The disciples had expected to witness an earth-shattering battle, but to their surprise, the three sect leaders, working together, were utterly defeated in just a few moves.

Even Shaolin's Fang Zheng and Wudang's Chongxu hadn't anticipated this outcome. They exchanged glances, seemingly deep in thought.

They witnessed the changing of an era, and the three leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, working together, were no match for a young man in his early twenties.

From this day forward, the martial arts world will no longer be the one they knew.

Linghu Chong sheathed his sword and turned around, his white robes fluttering like crane wings: "The blood debt of Uncle Liu must be repaid. The era of the Five Mountains Sword Sects ends here."

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of every disciple of the Five Mountains Alliance.

Just how strong is Linghu Chong?

Nobody knows!
At this moment, the boy in the desert also had questions about "strength".

In the courtyard amidst the vast expanse of yellow sand, the young man watched Sun Wukong wolfing down his food and couldn't help but ask, "Just how strong are you?"

He tried to imitate Sun Wukong's work, and was exhausted. He tried to eat like him, and was so full he felt uncomfortable. He practiced martial arts with him, and almost went mad with qi deviation.

The little boy before him was clearly half a head shorter than him, yet his strength was unfathomable. Beside him, the snow-white-haired Nie Feng looked at him and gently patted the boy's shoulder: "Don't compare yourself to him. Sometimes the difference between people is greater than the difference between a person and an ant!"

He smiled wryly and said, "Even I am far inferior to him."

After Lu Xiaofeng and Linghu Chong left, this desert welcomed new guests.

“But…” The boy clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with stubbornness: “But I want to become stronger, plant more trees, and help Boss Shi!”

Nie Feng pointed to Shi Fei, who was eating nearby, and said, "Boss Shi might not care about the few more trees you planted."

"But I care!" the boy said, looking at Shi Fei with a hint of longing.

Shi Fei put down his bowl, looked at him, and said, "This place is just a dreamlike illusion for you. How many plants you grow or how few you have is meaningless. When you return to reality, you will need to face reality better."

The boy opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say, "I want to stay here forever." He knew that Shi Fei hated hearing such words the most.

The person in the dream dislikes others who are indulging in illusions.

So why is he always in his dreams?
The boy didn't know, he couldn't understand it now, but he felt he would understand it in the future.

So he changed the subject, and the boy picked up a golden cube.

"This is delicious, what is it?" he asked indistinctly, his mouth still stuffed full.

“Fish tofu,” Shi Fei replied.

"Fish tofu? Is it made from fish?" the boy asked, his eyes lighting up.

Shi Fei tapped the plate lightly with his chopsticks: "It's made with fish meat, and the process is similar to that of fish balls." He gestured to explain: "The only difference is that one is pressed into a square brick, and the other is rolled into a ball."

"Brother Fish, this is so delicious!" The boy's eyes sparkled as he counted on his fingers, "The mandarin fish is tender, the blackfish is plump, the yellow croaker is delicate, the crucian carp is rich, and the perch is sweet."

He recited them as if they were his own treasures, remembering even the "golden and oily texture of the yellow croaker and the garlic-clove-like flesh of the grouper" clearly.

He really loved eating fish. Before coming to this desert, he had never tasted fish. So he remembered every fish he had ever eaten, and even gave one a name: Brother Fish.

"Eating a lot of fish will make you grow taller!" Shi Fei looked at the boy and said with a slight smile, "If you like, you can eat fish every day from now on."

"Really?" The boy looked up abruptly.

"Of course!" Shi Fei nodded. For him, it didn't matter what he ate. For a glutton like Sun Wukong, it was all the same!
As for Nie Feng, he was easygoing by nature and liked young people very much, so he naturally wouldn't hold it against him.

"Great!" the boy shouted, nearly knocking over the soup bowl in front of him. He suddenly said excitedly, "Boss Shi, how about I take 'fish' as ​​my surname?"

Shi Fei said, both amused and exasperated, "Nonsense! You like to eat fish, so you should have the surname 'Yu' (fish)? What kind of nonsense is that? If you want the surname 'Yu,' why not 'Yu' (余)?"

He wrote the character "余" in the sand.

“Yu? That’s fine too!” The boy squatted down and carefully traced the strokes on the sand, saying, “Then… I’ll be called Yu Tian!”

The character “天” was the first character Shi Fei taught him, and it marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life!
(End of this chapter)