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Chapter 155 Song Xi: The Fist that Defeats All – Let Me See

Chapter 155: Chapter 155 Song Xi: The Fist that Defeats All – Let Me See

The Crimson Jade Bell fell to the side, its body showing several slash marks.

The ancient mirror hung in the air, the cracks upon its body widening, almost tearing the mirror apart.

Despite the heavy losses, the young man ultimately emerged victorious from the bloody battle.

The young man shrank the size of the Jade Bell and the ancient mirror and placed them into his bosom.

Liang Hui, with a long spear on his back, began gathering the spoils of war scattered on the ground.

One by one, ’Dream-Entering’ items, along with storage space, were collected by Liang Hui and piled on the vast ground.

Below the Heaven-Reaching Bridge, Su Yao watched the young man’s slender figure, her eyes curved slightly, and she did not approach, seemingly in deep thought.

As time passed and night truly fell, Liang Hui finished sorting through the spoils of war.

The loot was divided by the young man into three piles.

The largest pile consisted of various precious medicines and exotic stones;

The slightly smaller pile was comprised of various ’Dream-Entering’ items; the smallest group displayed various Martial Arts Classics, Taoist Scriptures, and Magic Artifacts.

Su Yao gracefully walked to the young man’s side, her eyes sparkling with vitality.

"Hui, do you need me to clean up the corpses around?"

"No need, leaving them will serve as a warning to those who come after."

Liang Hui responded while placing ’Dream-Entering’ items into his storage space.

Pointing to the items on the ground, he spoke softly,

"If there’s anything you fancy, just take it. If you need any Taoist Scriptures or Martial Arts Classics, write yourself a copy to take away."

The young girl’s pretty face broke into a smile, her red lips lifting slightly.

She had no lack of such things, but for Liang Hui to let her choose was a sign of recognition.

Su Yao bent down and casually took a Magic Artifact and a few precious medicines before stopping.

Liang Hui, too, had collected the ’Dream-Entering’ items, as well as useful precious medicines and strange stones, into his storage space.

His gaze finally turned to the Martial Arts Classics, Taoist Scriptures, and Magic Artifacts.

With the ancient mirror and Crimson Jade Bell damaged, he needed to find a Magic Artifact that could be used as a short-term replacement.

One by one, the Magic Artifacts were picked up and sensed by the young man, and soon a cauldron and a pot were placed in front of him.

The cauldron stood on three bronze legs, exuding an ancient aura, equipped with protective and suppressing abilities.

On its body was carved the character "Cang", leading Liang Hui to name it the Cangqing Cauldron.

The pot was crimson, with a slender spout, its mere appearance enough to emanate a burning heat and capable of slaying and trapping enemies.

It was the offensive Magic Artifact he had selected and since the inside wall bore the words ’Burnlight’, it was called the Burnlight Pot.

Each of these Magic Artifacts had reached the level of True Realization.

Su Yao, standing to one side, sat cross-legged on the ground, supporting her lovely face with one hand, silently watching Liang Hui busily sorting his items.

Time ticked away slowly.

After skimming through the Taoist Scriptures and Martial Arts Classics, the night deepened.

Putting the last Martial Arts Classic into storage, the young man sat cross-legged opposite Su Yao, without concern for the bloodiness around them.

"We’ll be staying here for the time being," he said.

"Mm, I know. Wherever you are, I’ll be there," Su Yao replied earnestly.

A light breeze passed, carrying a rich, bloody scent and lifting the silky strands of hair of both individuals.

Their ink-like hair touched and intertwined with each other’s.

Without further words, Liang Hui and Su Yao began their independent cultivation.

In the following days.

More people who crossed the River Styx came, only to be slain by Liang Hui at the base of the Heaven-Reaching Bridge.

Even groups of powerful individuals came together to attack, but the young man still defeated them soundly, with only a few managing to escape and the rest perishing.

With Liang Hui alone at the site, he seemed like a divine mountain standing firm, causing all those who wished to climb the Heaven-Reaching Bridge, the elites and the geniuses, to despair.

Intimidation, enticement, negotiation – all tactics proved futile.

Whether it was hatred or anger, in the end, they had to accept reality.

Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

A luxurious boat crossed the River Styx to Tianyuan Island.

A figure clothed in a purple cloak leaped from the boat and stood on the land, going ahead of everyone else.

Figures leaped from the boat, landing behind the woman, each exuding a powerful aura.

"Such a strong smell of blood," said a middle-aged woman standing behind Song Xi.

Song Xi nodded, her gaze contemplative as she looked toward the Heaven-Reaching Bridge deep in the jungle.

She stepped forward, her movements elegant as if she were a Divine Lotus swaying in the breeze, her skin emitting a glistening sheen, her whole being radiating perfection.

"Go find out what’s happening on Tianyuan Island," she ordered.

As her words fell, two figures cloaked in black robes vanished from the spot.

It wasn’t long before.

The two figures cloaked in black robes knelt on one knee, their expressions respectful as they began to speak:

"Zhou Nation’s Beast Taming Sect’s Taoist Child, Qin Dao, entered the Tianyuan Secret Realm under the false identity of the Loose Cultivator Tai Yi."

"He is now alone, standing his ground under the Heaven-Reaching Bridge, slaying the proud and powerful of Great Chu, defeating them utterly; not a single person can set foot on the Heaven-Reaching Bridge."

The indignation was unintentional in the cloaked figure’s voice.

Song Xi did not respond but waved her hand to dismiss them.

Her beautiful eyes, complex, gazed ahead, and she sighed softly to herself, ’Such a style is so like you.’

Quickening her pace, it wasn’t long before she and her party crossed the lush jungle and neared the Heaven-Reaching Bridge.

The remnants by the roadsides, the bloodstains on the earth, and the shattered weapons made everyone’s gaze grow heavy.

"That’s the Cang Family Clan Elder leading the team!"

A cry of alarm came from a middle-aged woman.

Following her gaze, they saw an elder, impaled by a sword onto an ancient tree.

The elder was robust, and even in death, his presence was still imposing.

"It’s indeed the Cang Family Clan Elder. I’ve seen him before when he visited the young miss."

One of the eight great families of Cang Family in Jiaozhou, who would have expected him to be slain here.

Song Xi’s gaze became focused, and she looked back at her companions.

"Gentlemen, wait here quietly. Aunt Fang and I will go in."

Her voice was soft, yet it brooked no refusal.

The middle-aged woman opened her mouth but ended up nodding to the others behind her instead.

She stayed close to Song Xi’s side and together they walked toward the base of the Heaven-Reaching Bridge.

Suddenly, Song Xi bent down, looking at the corpse with a gaping chest wound, and lightly probed with her hand.

She felt the overwhelming Fistful Intent left on it.

Her suspicions in her heart became even more certain.

She stood up, her brow furrowed, and stepped forward.

Her feet stained with blood, she moved over one corpse after another, arriving under the Heaven-Reaching Bridge.

Almost instantly, her gaze was drawn to a young man in a blue robe who seemed to be the center of the universe.

The young man had ordinary features, but his eyes were like the stars in the night sky, bright and deep.

"It really is you, Divine Emperor!"

Upon seeing the young man, Song Xi found her answer.

Only then did she turn her attention to the blue-clad woman beside him, who was looking at her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

"Sister Song Xi, I saw your figure in those memories once, and I never thought I would have the fortune to meet you here," the young woman said.

"Sister is truly remarkable. I heard that the former Crown Prince of Great Chu once sought you desperately, almost making you the Crown Princess Consort."

Song Xi smiled, a plain yet stunning smile that brightened the whole world like a celestial blossom.

She took a step forward, her dress billowing, unable to hide her ethereal figure.

"Back then, I could only go with the flow, unable to resist," Song Xi said in a soft and melodious voice.

Her hand reached out, and a wooden box appeared in her palm.

It floated gently to the feet of Liang Hui.

"This is the head of the Wang Family Elder. He initiated the attack and thus deserved death!"

Crack!

The wooden box opened, revealing a ghastly head, its face still twisted in shock.

Liang Hui removed his gaze from the wooden box, looking calmly at the purple-haired woman, his hand gently tapping on the sword hilt.

"You seem to have some guesses about my identity."

"There are countless prodigies in the world, but few have accomplished what you have, from ancient times to the present—it’s not hard to guess."

"And it also seems that you have not made any particular effort to conceal it."

Song Xi’s eyes swept over the scattered corpses.

At that moment, Aunt Fang, standing behind Song Xi, was utterly shocked, clearly already thinking of something.

Her bearing respectful, she stood still, trying to make her presence felt as little as possible.

Meanwhile, Song Xi continued to walk forward, never stopping, the light in her eyes waxing and waning.

Her lips parted slightly, and a gentle voice reached out.

"Can you still throw a punch? I wish to see the Fistful Intent that defeated everything under the heavens."