Dream of the Red Chamber: Starting from Immortal Martial Arts

The leader was dressed in a purple-blue robe, with arm guards and a veil covering his forehead, eyes, and nose.

He spat out a small sword that grew larger in the wind. With the enhancement of his divine sense and qi, the blue glow on the surface of the sword became even more intense. It drew a blue giant sword about twenty feet long in mid-air and slashed towards the sea of ​​fire.

Then he summoned another bronze mirror, from which a continuous gray-blue light shot out, causing vegetation to wither and rocks to crumble wherever it passed, and in an instant it came toward Li Jia.

Li Jia, hidden beneath the mask, raised an eyebrow and asked in surprise, "Nearly twenty zhang in length, with a 30% increase in power, and two high-grade second-tier Yuan weapons?"

"Excellent, excellent, it should enhance our foundation."

Having said that, a small ice crystal shield hovered above his head, with a misty white fog enveloping his body and shutting out the gray-blue light.

Immediately afterwards, Li Jia, wielding the Frost Sword, charged forward like an arrow released from a bow, his divine sense firmly locking onto the enemy, unleashing a massive barrage of fists and kicks stretching for fourteen or fifteen feet.

Upon seeing this, the man in the purple-blue robe narrowed his eyes. He hadn't expected the other party to have top-tier defensive Yuan weapons, and to actually withstand the attack of the bronze mirror in order to engage in close combat.

At level two, who would dare get close? If something goes wrong, there's no way to escape.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that two of his own literary cultivators were being held back by the opposing side, and various things were constantly condensing in their sea of ​​literary energy to fight the enemy. Meanwhile, the person on the west side was rushing over with a shield and a sword.

"Die!"

Or close combat?

It's a trap!

Before they could think, the enemy was already closing in from both sides.

Without a mask, Huang Zhenhai took a deep breath, his martial energy stirring in his dantian, and the blue energy of his longsword swirled in his hand, shining brightly with the faint sound of waves.

"Drip, drip, drip~"

In an instant, a torrential downpour began, the raindrops clustering together to form swords and spears, slicing through the air with a mournful sound before falling with a patter.

Li Jia, with the Cold Moon Shield above his head, neither dodged nor avoided the rain blades. Whether it was the rain blades or raindrops, as soon as they came into contact with the white mist, they instantly froze into ice and then shattered into dust.

Another instant.

"Zheng—"

A dazzling sword aura flashed by, splitting the dark clouds in two, slashing away the rain along with the sword aura, and striking the Cold Moon Shield directly.

"pound!"

The sharp, piercing sound was like a thunderclap in the rainy night, booming loudly.

Li Jia felt a tremendous force strike him. He instinctively focused his energy in his dantian and rooted himself to the ground, but he was still knocked back dozens of feet with one blow, creating a series of sonic booms in mid-air.

On the other side, Wang Heyuan, the Grand Elder, who was also wearing a robe and an iron mask, saw this and withdrew the Frost Sword in his hand. He then exerted all his strength to circulate his inner energy, and raging flames rose from his body. He tilted his head back and took a deep breath, then opened his mouth and spat out a pillar of crimson fire, which went straight towards the opponent to burn him.

"boom--"

The rainwater instantly vaporized, and the dark clouds turned into fiery clouds in the blink of an eye.

Feeling the rapidly rising temperature behind him, Huang Zhenhai suddenly turned around and kicked back. His thick, blue whip-like leg, several dozen feet long, descended from the sky, creating a sharp whistling sound as it went towards the pillar of fire.

Although the two opponents were not well-suited to his own forces, their skillful coordination made them even more troublesome.

"Bang!"

The collision of water and fire caused the area to be shrouded in mist, a vast expanse of white.

But at this moment, Li Jia had already seized the opportunity to get close, his Frost Sword freezing the surrounding mist and condensing into ice shards and spikes of varying sizes, which surged forth with extremely fast sword moves.

Huang Zhenhai's heart sank, and he quickly ordered his Yuan soldier Qiushui Sword to meet the attack. Just as he dodged a straight thrust that brushed past him, he was hit in the chest by a kick from behind.

Dodging the powerful kick, endless flames condensed from the void, surging into a sea of ​​emerald green that transformed into rolling tornadoes.

The scorching flames, mixed with the stench of poisonous miasma, rushed towards us.

The man's eyes narrowed, and water-like energy burst forth from his body, creating a rushing sound in the void, as if a vast ocean were traversing the void and crashing down on the sea of ​​fire.

At this point, the great battle between the two groups of second-tier martial artists officially entered its most intense phase!

On the other side, the four scholars were locked in a fierce battle, each pair fighting the other.

Literary cultivation and martial cultivation are different; one must compose poems and essays to develop supernatural abilities similar to those of martial arts cultivators.

Although the cultivation methods were obtained from the secret realm, all the supernatural abilities were from the poems and songs of the Han Dynasty since ancient times, and none of them belonged to the ancient cultivation era.

People often speculate that this might be related to the names of the different stages in the path of literary cultivation, such as the first stage being "wielding the brush," the second stage being "composing texts," and the third stage being "carving scriptures"...

After all, the "path of passing down through generations" indicates that literary cultivation focuses more on education.

With the ancient times gone, the path of transmission is surely cut off, and the legacy of those who fought against the enemy is also lost.

Throughout history, the land of Han has never lacked literary figures. Since the great changes in the world, the more outstanding poems, lyrics and songs of the past have been transformed into various literary phenomena through the secret methods of literary cultivation and the enlightenment brought by the blessing of heaven and earth.

The problem lies in poetry and songs. What can be comprehended must be the original text, which is kept in the homes of officials in various dynasties and becomes the foundation of literary families.

Once used, it can easily expose one's true nature.

Therefore, the two sides can only use their literary energy to condense in the void to fight the enemy, thus preventing the other side from going to the martial arts battlefield to provide support.

Just as the four literary cultivators were locked in a stalemate, probing each other, a change occurred on the martial arts battlefield to one side.

A surge of azure water erupted into the sky, like a curtain of rain hanging high above, from which hung long, fanged snakes that hissed and lunged at the two.

Wang Heyuan narrowed his eyes upon seeing this: "So you are descendants of the Old Serpent. Back then, your ancestors were exceptionally ruthless and vicious with their supernatural ability of 'Swarming Snakes Dancing,' but unfortunately, they made a foolish mistake and suffered a terrible fate."

"Now that you've cultivated yourselves for decades, you want to go back to your old ways. You're truly scum from the gutter, never learning your lesson."

His loud voice resonated throughout the heavens and earth, eliciting various expressions from the people present.

Huang Zhenhai was startled, not expecting his opponent to be able to see through his tricks so easily. In his moment of distraction, he revealed a flaw that was noticed by Wang and Li, who then changed their tactics and went straight for his vital points.

"Hey, I was right, it really is a little worm."

Huang Zhenhai narrowly escaped, his face ashen, his eyes fixed on the two men as they stood facing each other.

Just as he was about to speak, a strange noise suddenly came.

"Splash!"

The turbulent river, like an inverted celestial river, meandered and long, resembling a ferocious giant python, carrying surging waters that crashed rapidly towards Wang Heyuan.

Immediately following, a snake head with a blue face, fangs, and a gaping maw appeared in mid-air. The killing intent in its deep blue vertical pupils seemed to have materialized. Wherever its gaze passed, rocks and vegetation exploded into dust. The snake head, which was about twenty feet long, aimed at the mountain where Li Jia was located and snapped down with its huge mouth.

Mid-stage second-tier martial arts master!

Wang Heyuan and Li Jia's eyes narrowed sharply as they mustered all their inner energy and spiritual sense to control the Cold Blood Shield and defend themselves.

"Boom!"

The sound of the collision was like the wrath of the heavens, shaking the earth and shattering the mountain peaks where the two objects were located. Smoke and dust billowed, and shockwaves raged.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Still like to surprise us, huh? Old snake, you've taught us well."