Embers of Sword

Chapter 158: Da Chu Dynasty, the Peak of Martial Arts

"I am Zhao Chunyang."

"Are you coming over, or should I?"

These two sentences echoed over the martial arts arena in the Da Chu Imperial City.

Sitting quietly with his eyes closed, preparing for a fierce battle with the Lord of Wangyou Island, Wu Zexian looked stunned and dazed. He had never expected something like this to happen.

He didn't even react.

What exactly happened at Lotus Peak?

Logically speaking, the breaking of the jade talisman was a signal from his subordinates for help...

But he just couldn't figure it out.

How did the guy who crushed the jade talisman provoke Zhao Chunyang?

Hasn’t the Dasui Sword Palace been closed for ten years?

Hasn’t Zhao Chunyang been in seclusion in the life and death gate?
If I remember correctly, there have been many rumors in the imperial city in recent years, saying that Zhao Chunyang is dead!

"Rumble..."

After the jade talisman was shattered.

Countless free flames were outlined in the void, forming a portal.

Zhao Chunyang, who was in the courtyard of Lotus Peak, saw the door and without any hesitation, stretched out his hand and grabbed Wu Zexian who was thousands of miles away.

"???"

Wu Zexian's expression suddenly changed. He had no time to respond and quickly retreated.

"hide?"

Zhao Chunyang's expression turned grim.

The lotus robe seemed to "come alive" at this moment, and countless lotuses bloomed with strange light. The head of Chunyang took a step forward, and the whole person disappeared from the courtyard of Lotus Peak. He directly passed through the jade talisman formation, crossed a thousand miles, and arrived at the far suburbs of the Da Chu Imperial City. He grabbed the collar of the exiled martial immortal, and then punched the Yangshen warrior hard in the lower abdomen.

A thud.

A dull and heavy sound like thunder or drum beating spread out.

The dark clouds that had been covering the sky above the martial arts arena for half a day were shattered by this punch, turning into floating clouds for hundreds of miles, and the sky became clear again.

The sound was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire imperial city.

No one knew why a thunder exploded in broad daylight for no reason.

However, the owner of Wangyou Island, who was far away in the teahouse of Dachu Palace, was very aware of the "weight" of this punch. He sat down quickly after just standing up, poured himself another cup of tea, and praised: "The tea here tastes really good... Duan suddenly wants to drink two more cups."

"???"

The old state teacher looked at the shameless and despicable warrior in front of him and didn't know what to say.

"How come Zhao Chunyang is still alive..."

The Lord of Wangyou Island rubbed his brows, feeling troubled. He muttered in his heart, "This is too good at hiding. How come I didn't even show my shadow when I went to Dasui Sword Palace?"

He didn't quite understand.

A few days ago, Zhao Chunyang didn't even see himself.

What does it mean to come forward at this time?
Although the specific reasons were not clear, the Lord of Wangyou Island had a vague guess that someone had crushed the jade talisman in the hope that Wu Zexian would take action... Who on earth is this stupid and unlucky guy who could even provoke Zhao Chunyang, who had been in seclusion in the life and death gate for ten years?

"It is true that good people do not live long, but evil people live for thousands of years."

The Lord of Forget-Sorrow Island kept all his previous words in his heart, but this sentence slipped out accidentally and was heard by the old national teacher.

The latter reluctantly advised: "Master Duan, please say less, lest someone hears and causes trouble."

"..."

The Lord of Wangyou Island quickly shut up.

He recalled the last time he fought with Zhao Chunyang, and for the first time ever, he showed a look of lingering fear...

Who in the world is he most afraid of?

Apart from his wife, it would probably be Zhao Chunyang.

the reason is simple.

This Zhao guy’s beatings are really painful.

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Boom!
The dark clouds over the imperial city broke apart, and Qingming Festival began again.

Wu Zexian's pupils suddenly contracted. His martial arts golden body had already reached the perfect state of "Lapis Lazuli Immaculate". This body could shatter the void, cross the thunder pool, and even withstand the heavenly calamity.

But this punch was thrown.

He flew off the ground uncontrollably and traveled several miles. A human-shaped hole was gouged on the big drum in the martial arts arena, and the wooden houses and pavilions behind him were all collapsed and shattered. Countless smoke and dust were billowing, and Wu Zexian finally crashed into the belly of a mountain. He looked down at his lower abdomen in disbelief.

The skin that was hit by Zhao Chunyang's punch was covered with dense cracks like spider webs.

The golden body of martial arts was cracked!
Besides.

A piercing pain spread from the abdomen to the limbs and bones. Even a warrior in the Yangshen realm would find it difficult to resist this excruciating pain that goes straight to the soul.

"Well……"

Beads of sweat appeared on Wu Zexian's forehead. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the painful groan.

Look up again.

Zhao Chunyang, wearing a lotus robe, was already standing in front of him.

"He has cultivated for less than two decades, yet he has such a strong physique. He can indeed be called a 'fallen immortal of martial arts'."

Zhao Chunyang looked at the warrior in front of him from head to toe, and gave him a heartbreaking evaluation: "But... you still need to practice."

Zhao Chunyang frowned and said, "Didn't your master tell you that there is another realm after the 'Liuli Realm' of the Martial Arts Golden Body?"

Yangshen warrior, with a body of glass.

After that.

It is the "no leakage" that exists in the rumors.

Wu Zexian looked at Zhao Chunyang with a look of despair. How could the so-called leak-free realm be so easy to reach? Was this a question of whether he knew it or not?

"I suggest you be honest."

Zhao Chunyang said calmly: "...to avoid getting punched again."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Zexian was furious and gritted his teeth. The fighting spirit that had been accumulated for a long time burst out uncontrollably at this moment!

Yangshen!

He is a warrior of the Yangshen realm! When has he ever suffered such oppression and humiliation?

With a loud bang, the hill shook, and the whole world was firmly locked by the surging energy and blood...

As the saying goes, when a warrior gets angry, blood will flow everywhere!

Few people in the entire Da Chu Dynasty could withstand the wrath of a warrior in the Yangshen realm.

But unfortunately, Zhao Chunyang was one of the few people who could bear it.

So, Wu Zexian, a top martial artist who was considered a "rising star" in the Yangshen realm, got angry.

"……Snapped!"

Zhao Chunyang waved his sleeves expressionlessly.

The surging blood energy that came with it was directly dispersed.

Because this place is the Da Chu Imperial City, and the other party is considered a "young man" after all, Zhao Chunyang retained some of his strength.

This seemingly casual wave of his sleeve only knocked Wu Zexian back into the wall of the hill again.

This time.

The fighting spirit that Wu Zexian had accumulated for a long time was shattered.

He stared in a daze at the old man in the lotus robe in front of him, with disheveled hair and looking more miserable than ever before.

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"Old Imperial Master, I suddenly remembered that there is something urgent at home."

The Lord of Wangyou Island drank two cups of tea and felt something was not right, so he said quickly: "Duan will go ahead... Please convey my regards to the Holy Queen and Old Qin."

But the next moment.

The energy of the entire teahouse seemed to be locked.

"Now that you are here, make the best of it... Just enjoy your tea slowly."

The old national teacher said calmly: "Since you have made up your mind to come to the imperial city to ask for boxing, then you should be prepared to meet 'Master Qin'."

"No, I didn't expect this to happen."

The Lord of Wangyou Island said with a sad face: "With this punch from Zhao Chunyang, won't I become a member of the Dasui Sword Palace gang?"

The old state teacher sneered, and his eyes looking at the master of Wangyou Island were obvious.

acting?

Who would believe that you are not in the same group?

Of course, the Lord of Wangyou Island saw the sarcasm in the old national teacher's eyes. He was really like a dumb person eating bitter herbs and couldn't express his pain. It was no use explaining it now.

Before leaving, my wife didn't tell me that I couldn't come to the imperial city to ask about boxing today!

"It's okay to stay here, but after the fight between those two is over, I shouldn't have anything to do with it, right?"

The Lord of Wangyou Island asked with a headache: "I definitely can't fight that guy...if Zhao Chunyang walks away, you guys will come after me, right?"

The old national teacher continued to pour tea calmly, motioning the owner of Wangyou Island to drink it first.

after that.

More to come later.

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The fortunes of the Da Chu Dynasty have collapsed in recent years.

But before Jiazi, during the Battle of Drinking Poison, many talented people emerged.

Because of the dragon vein formation, the "martial arts fortune" of the Da Chu royal family has been prosperous for hundreds of years, otherwise there would not have been a brilliant and talented Yangshen warrior like Wu Zexian... The Battle of Drinking Poison caused the deaths of many warriors, but the Da Chu royal family kept the most important wield of incense.

The Qin family, who have lived in the imperial city for a long time and occupy the last spot among the three kings of different surnames, are the masters of the martial arts destiny of the Da Chu royal family.

The ancestor of the Qin family has lived for several generations. He is the person who has lived the longest and has the most profound attainments in martial arts in the current Da Chu Imperial City.

none of them.

It can be said that this ancestor of the Qin family is the pinnacle of martial arts in the Great Chu Dynasty.

On weekdays.

The ancestor of the Qin family does not care about worldly affairs, nor does he care about disputes. As long as there is no major incident involving the "dragon vein" in the Da Chu Dynasty, he will not show up.

In the past ten years, he only appeared briefly when the emperor passed away, using his tough military tactics to stabilize the precarious and turbulent situation in the imperial city.

Apart from that, there is no trace.

Normally, no one in the Qin family knew where the ancestor was.

After the Battle of Drinking Poison, all of Qin's ancestors' disciples died in the battle... and only one survived.

It is "Wu the Exiled Immortal".

There are many different opinions about this ancestor and the Da Chu Dynasty.

Some people say that this ancestor of the Qin family has reached the pinnacle of martial arts and reached the peak of the realm of heaven and man, and is only a tiny bottleneck away from the legendary "true immortal".

A person of this level.

Basically cut off ties with the mundane world.

The only thing that could make him want to do that was the martial arts luck of the Da Chu royal family, which he had been responsible for guarding since he was young.

And the few "old people in the world".

obviously.

Wu Zexian is one of them.

After the dark clouds in the sky broke, the clear sky did not last long. The sound of muffled thunder spread, and the whole sky became dark under the cover of the mighty energy.

Several mountains outside the imperial city began to tremble and emit low humming sounds.

An extremely powerful energy poured down from the dome like a waterfall, completely blocking this area.

"...Master."

Wu Zexian raised his head, his voice trembling slightly.

Zhao Chunyang also raised his head when he heard this.

He put his hands behind his back and stared at the ceiling. Thunder flashed among the dark clouds that came and went, and a towering figure could be vaguely seen standing high above the clouds. There was no sign of "aging" at all, and his sleeves fluttered, like a god.

This person is none other than... the Great Chu Dynasty, the pinnacle of martial arts.

The lotus robe fluttered in the wind.

Zhao Chunyang chuckled, raised his hand and flicked his sleeves, a ray of purple sword energy swept out from his sleeves, and he stepped on the sword energy and flew towards the ceiling.

On this day, there was a loud thunder in the sky above the imperial city.

The sword energy rolled like a swimming dragon, and the sound of the bells continued.

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(PS: 1. This chapter took a long time to write. Thank you for waiting. 2. I hope you can leave more book reviews and monthly tickets. This is my motivation to write so hard~)

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