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Chapter 160 Yao Yue: Old Friends Meet, Yet I’m Not Happy

Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Yao Yue: Old Friends Meet, Yet I’m Not Happy

Tianyuan Secret Realm.

In the middle of Heaven-Reaching Bridge.

A vast island floated in the sky.

A slender figure approached from above.

Liang Hui stood on the edge of the island, surveying the surroundings.

Being there, he felt the island was even more expansive.

Looking around, all he saw was dilapidation; most of the buildings on the edge were nothing but ruins.

Liang Hui first used the Flowing Light Bell to sense the Eternal Radiance stored in Su Yao’s body, making sure there were no problems.

He then took out a Jade Slip from his bosom and checked the map once more.

After confirming the location of the Scripture Library, he hurried towards it.

He would first accomplish the main goal of entering the secret realm before seeking other treasures.

He passed one broken structure after another.

Time passed.

The buildings he passed became increasingly intact, and he even saw people attacking the restrictions, trying to enter the buildings to scavenge.

These people became very alert upon seeing the young man’s arrival.

However, Liang Hui just glanced at them casually before continuing on his way.

It wasn’t until a majestic building came into view, with a monk dressed in navy blue kasaya, sitting cross-legged on the ground, tapping a wooden fish, that he stopped.

With each tap, the restrictions enveloping the building flickered as if they would break at any moment.

"Bald donkey!"

Liang Hui abruptly halted, his gaze inexplicably falling on the monk’s bald head.

He had seen this monk before; the monk had been sitting cross-legged at the forefront of a valley before entering the secret realm.

Upon seeing the monk, Liang Hui remembered a conversion that took place in the black market outside Leiji City.

Looking up, he saw the words "Sword Pool" on the imposing building’s signboard.

"This shouldn’t take too much time," he muttered to himself, his palm already on the hilt as he strode towards the monk.

The monk, of course, also noticed Liang Hui.

"Benefactor, turning back is the shore!" the monk’s Buddhist chant spread through the space, starting low and then becoming deafening.

It carried a sense of sudden remorse.

Clang!

The sword left its sheath, and the meandering sword light instantly cut through the Buddhist chant.

The vast sword light covered the space, aiming to kill the monk.

In this instant, the monk’s calm visage betrayed a hint of gravity.

He gently tapped the wooden fish, with all his inner strength surging from his body.

Break!

A loud shout echoed as the vast sword light dispersed.

But still, a strand of sword light broke through the sound wave and slashed at his neck.

Sizzle!

A thin, long sword mark appeared on the monk’s neck.

A look of surprise flashed through Liang Hui’s eyes; his sword had not severed the monk’s neck.

Quite skillful.

His palm exerted force again, aiming to decisively kill the enemy.

A golden palm had already been pressed onto the sharp sword.

Crack! Crack!

The longsword shattered.

The monk had no time to feel relief.

A hand, appearing to be carved from yellow jade, was already pressed against his skull.

With force.

Dong!

The dull chime of a bell rang out.

The monk’s head reeled backward, his mind dizzy, and before he could react...

Another palm pressed onto his bald head.

One palm after another, each heavier than the last.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The sound of an evening bell rang continuously, the ground surrounding them fragmenting inch by inch under the forceful wind.

After nine strikes, Liang Hui stopped.

He looked indifferently at the headless corpse sitting on the ground.

The monk had not had a chance to stand up until his death.

Liang Hui reached out his hand; a red flame rose in his palm and then drifted down onto the monk’s corpse.

Liang Hui watched as the corpse burned in the fierce flames, devoid of any desire to take the spoils of war.

For now, he kept his distance from the monk’s possessions.

After the corpse had burned away, Liang Hui turned his attention to the building before him.

With a thought, the Cangqing Cauldron levitated above his head.

It quickly expanded, and in a few breaths, it was as large as a mountain.

It fell with a thunderous crash!

Boom! Crack!

The already shaky restrictions disintegrated instantly.

Suddenly, a sharp aura emanated from the building.

Liang Hui carefully sensed it, feeling an aura that belonged to a sword cultivator.

With a wave of his hand, the Cangqing Cauldron shrank, hovering above the young man’s head and casting a wisp of bronze light.

Liang Hui, with the ancient cauldron above and a long spear on his back, walked towards the ancient hall.

Creak!

The tall doors were pushed open directly.

Two wide pools came into sight, with a silvery-white liquid flowing in them.

One pool was filled with longswords, emitting a bone-chilling sharpness.

The smaller pool was filled with discarded, rusty, broken swords.

And upon entering the ancient hall, Liang Hui’s gaze instantly turned toward the discarded Sword Pool, his eyes rippling with waves.

Heaps and heaps of "entering dreams" essence continuously emanated from those broken and rusty swords.

Even with his composure, it was hard to remain calm.

So many "entering dreams" items, if even one-tenth or one-hundredth could yield the Sword Scripture, the goal of entering the secret realm would be met.

Hu~

He exhaled a breath of stale air, calming the turbulent emotions in his heart.

He walked forward cautiously and started collecting the broken swords.

One storage space, two, three... five, he filled a total of five storage spaces.

Though he hadn’t carefully sifted through them yet, Liang Hui had already sensed more than one item resonating with the aura of divine meridians and the Primordial Spirit Level.

There were quite a few of the Entry Dao Level and below as well.

It was clear that just the ’entering dream’ items in the storage ring made this journey to the secret realm not a matter of whether the goal was achieved, but how much was earned.

A smile unconsciously curved at the corners of his mouth.

He turned around!

With a leisurely gait, he walked towards another pool.

He reached out with his palm, and a longsword flew directly into his hand.

After feeling it carefully, he threw it aside.

Clang!

The longsword hit the ground and broke into two pieces.

’The blade looks sharp, but inside it’s rotten to the core—it’s no longer usable as a weapon.’

Liang Hui sighed softly.

He wasn’t surprised in his heart; six hundred years was enough to make most things in the world decay and fall into ruin.

To save time, he began to use the Flowing Light Bell to inspect the longswords in the pool.

One by one, he assessed the decayed swords.

Yi!

With a thought, a dim flow of light shot out from the pool.

His palm gripped tightly, and a pitch-black longsword appeared in his hand.

He scrutinized the longsword in his hand closely.

This sword was strikingly free from any trace of rot within.

He applied strength to his palm, but the pitch-black longsword didn’t deform.

Then Inner Strength surged into the longsword.

The pitch-black sword turned into a green color, and with a light downward swing,

the entire pool split apart, and all the swords embedded in it shattered into fragments.

Liang Hui’s brows furrowed slightly; such power was too common and not outstanding.

Nonetheless, he still strapped the pitch-black sword at his waist in the end.

Although the power of the longsword was unremarkable, its durability meant that Liang Hui wouldn’t need to change his blade frequently.

After collecting all the items he had found, Liang Hui walked towards the exit of the ancient hall.

No sooner had he stepped out of the ancient hall than five figures came into view.

They stood outside the ancient hall, warily watching the youth who emerged, no one daring to make a move hastily.

"Who might you be, fellow Daoist? I remember this ancient hall was meant to be deciphered by the Three Flowers Master."

The speaker was a young man standing among the five, dressed in magnificent garments and radiating an extraordinary presence.

The corners of Liang Hui’s mouth widened, and he took a step forward.

"My name is Xin Shan, and I’ve sent that monk to meet Buddha."

"As for who I am, I am Qin Dao of the Beast Taming Sect."

With a slight stomp, the ground beneath his feet started cracking inch by inch.

In an instant, Liang Hui appeared before the young man, his pale palm bypassing the resistance of space and resting against the enemy’s cheek.

Slap!

Like fruit bursting open, the young man’s head exploded on impact.

Blood and bone scattered in every direction.

"Zhou people deserve to die!"

In the midst of enraged howls,

a fist, a finger, a bell, and a halberd came at him from all directions, sealing off all of Liang Hui’s paths of retreat.

The youth remained composed, his hand on the hilt of the pitch-black sword.

Clang!

Dazzling sword light, the ultimate sharpness, obscured everything.

The ancient bell tore apart, the battle halberd snapped, and only blood flowed over the fist and the finger.

Clang!

As the sword light faded and the sword was sheathed again, four corpses were added to the scene.

Liang Hui lightly tapped on the sword hilt, his eyes indifferent.

"This Zhou person here happens to be the Chu Emperor, personally summoned by your royal family from Tuzhou."

"Moreover, entering this secret realm, your fates were already sealed—it was just a matter of sooner or later."

His low voice carried on the wind.

The youth’s figure had vanished from the spot.

....

Tianyuan Sword Sect ruins, deep within the island.

Before the Scripture Library.

A group of people gathered here, including a gentle young man carrying a longsword, a woman clad in light gauze like a moon spirit, and a middle-aged man in Golden Armor exuding an air of authority.

They gathered here, constantly assaulting the protective seals guarding the Scripture Library.

Obviously, they all knew that the place likely contained the Tianyuan Sword Sect’s research on the path beyond the Primordial Spirit Level.

The seals shook continuously and appeared as though they might break at any moment.

Just then, the lightly-veiled woman suddenly ceased her assault and swept her gaze over the crowd that had gathered around.

"Imperial brother, Brother Nie, the Scripture Library is about to break open, don’t you think there are too many onlookers around?"

The middle-aged man in Golden Armor glanced around and nodded slightly.

They’d exhausted much effort and even used several secret treasures, not for others to reap the benefits.

The young man carrying the longsword frowned slightly, and looking at the woman’s earnest expression, he couldn’t help but sigh:

"The Yao Yue Saintess, once all over Great Chu, can no longer return after the defeat in Tuzhou."

"Only the cunning Royal Princess remains."

In an instant, the woman’s body stiffened, and her eyes became clouded as if she was once again seeing him in the moment he struck her down.

"Nie An, you don’t understand; only if you’ve fought him personally can you comprehend how terrifying that man is."

"At the same Realm, killing you would not be difficult."

"Is that so?"

Nie An remembered a battle when he first entered the secret realm—the opponent was clearly weaker than him in Realm, yet managed to defeat him and forced him to flee in disarray.

If that person were at the same Realm as him, perhaps he would have chosen to flee.

"Imperial sister, you needn’t worry."

"This time for the peace talks, Zhou Nation sent that Taoist Child to our Great Chu, even if he escaped on the way, he would eventually be caught as long as he’s within Chu Nation."

"Then, for sure, you will have your revenge."

The man in Golden Armor consoled her.

At the same time, he instructed the guards behind him, and the surrounding guards began to disperse the onlookers.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed through the street.

All eyes turned towards the source of the scream, where a headless corpse in guard attire stood in the middle of the street.

Beside it was an elongated figure shaking the blood off his hand.

The figure carried a long spear on his back and a black sword at his waist, moving slowly forward.

As Yao Yue saw the figure, her emotions rapidly shifted—fear, confusion, indignation—all of which finally settled into a sigh.

"Qin Dao, we meet again."