Light Fortress
Chapter 254 - 230: Crow, White Parrot

Chapter 254: Chapter 230: Crow, White Parrot

"The utmost... Lan Qie..."

Lu Nanjin stared blankly at the flowing wind in front of her, the formless, shapeless wind that seemed to gain a physical form, turning into the spread feathers of a sparrow. This was something she had never imagined... Could Lan Qie actually be used to such an extent?

Gu Nanfeng sheathed his sword and stood firm.

"What?!"

Seeing his own Iron Rain shatter against the wooden sword screen, Tie Wu’s expression darkened. He asked somewhat anxiously, "Old Qin... where is your ’Xumi’? Why didn’t you use it just now?"

Next to him, a tall and thin figure in a trench coat slowly emerged from the darkness of the night.

"..."

Qin Ye remained silent.

He just coldly stared at the young man draped in an ancient cloak.

Xumi could extend the distance between materials.

But... Qin Ye had his own limits.

When the speed of a target within his domain was too fast, so fast that even his spiritual power couldn’t lock on, then Xumi couldn’t restrict the opponent’s movements.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t activated Xumi.

It was... too late!

Who exactly was this guy, Gu Nanfeng?

The "Lan Qie," ranked not so high in the Transcendent Genealogy Map, could be developed to this extent by him... At the moment of activation, the figure that was initially in the ruins of Lion Alley vanished from his senses in an instant.

It was as if... he had transformed into the wind himself.

And then went to another place where the wind was.

This speed, to call it instantaneous movement wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

...

...

The night shroud enveloped by Xumi began to contract.

Qin Ye no longer dispersed his spiritual power but instead concentrated and gathered it together.

Because reinforcements from Da Du had already arrived.

In the distance, an ice tide surged forward, and standing atop the wave was a stately old man dressed in simple black clothes with white frost-dyed eyebrows and beard. Shuang Chuan from South Bay, entitled with "Frost River," finally arrived at the battlefield.

Behind Gu Shen, the roof of an abandoned ancient house slowly cracked open, a gap in the tiles appeared, and an ancient tree "broke through the soil," its sacred wood intertwining and embracing as an old man in a white suit with a staff slowly emerged from the hollow of the tree.

"Teacher..."

"Teacher."

Zhou Jiren first ensured that his two disciples were unharmed. His expression slightly eased; then his face darkened as he raised his head and stared at the two Angel Envoys suspended in the night sky.

He moved forward slowly, protecting his two students behind him, standing shoulder to shoulder with Gu Nanfeng. Soon, the icy wind howled, and Mr. Gu Zhi leapt from the crest of the ice wave and also landed on the rooftop.

This was a rather luxurious battle roster.

Any one of these three "strong ones," if placed in any region of the Five Continents, would cause an earthquake with a mere stomp.

Zhou Jiren and Gu Zhi had both witnessed that strike just now.

The wooden sword fan opened.

This young man, unheard of before, had blocked Tie Wu’s killing move. His expression unchanged, it seemed extremely easy... When did East Continent produce such a genius?

"Changye, Gu Nanfeng."

Gu Nanfeng smiled patiently and reintroduced himself.

Zhou Jiren revealed an enlightened expression and chuckled softly, "I wondered who possessed such strength, so it is the Gu Family Young Master..."

Gu Zhi inquired with a pleasant face, "It’s been a quick eight years; have you finally returned from the North Continent Fortress?"

Due to the implementation of the Qingzhong Law, the Gu family had once undergone a prolonged struggle. Mr. Gu Changzhi’s slumber brought many uncertainties to Jiangbei Ancient City. Under the meddling of malevolent forces from Outer Continent, the conservative faction had suffered a great blow.

When the old faction hit rock bottom, the young "Gu Family Young Master" was sent to North Continent, ostensibly for tempering, but in reality, it was for refuge... If the worst outcome occurred, at least the seeds of hope were to be preserved.

"Hmm... back now."

Gu Nanfeng spoke respectfully, then paused and continued in a soft voice, "...for those who cannot return."

The Gu family was reviving from its ruins.

Changye was the same... Today’s East Continent, due to Gu Changzhi’s slumber, had gradually become a chessboard and plaything under the highest will, the silent gunsmoke having spread for many years, although it was yet unseen by people.

In order to send him away from Changye, many willingly sacrificed their lives... and this hope seed of Changye City, having reached the North Continent and hidden its identity, grew up on the bloodshed of fortress wars, finally living up to expectations, reaching the day it sprouted roots.

"Truly touching."

Zhou Jiren smiled and said, "The future head of the Gu family endured hardships for eight years, finally achieving a title, yet instead of returning to stabilize the situation in Changye City, his first act upon returning to East Continent was to head to Da Du to resolve the legislative crisis."

"The matter at hand is more important."

Gu Nanfeng did not elaborate further and softly corrected, "Additionally, Mr. Grand Judge... I am not the Young Master you speak of. There is only one head of the Gu family, and that is Mr. Gu Changzhi."

Gu Changzhi had neither son nor lover; he devoted his entire life and blood to the fortress of North Continent, the people of the Five Continents.

In the old faction of Changye City, he is the most respected person in the world.

Without equal.

Zhou Jiren opened his mouth, intending to say something, but suddenly stopped himself.

He narrowed his eyes...

At the moment Mr. Shu reached the "Xumi" domain, the Holy Tree had already released, countless vines secretly moved underground heading straight for Lion Alley, where the rusted blood was already thick enough to almost condense into substance... Tonight’s battle was exceptionally fierce, the collapsed streets were littered with the injured, all of them Transcendents responsible for patrolling the old city, protecting Lu Nanzhi, among them many officials.

They had offered their blood to protect the lady.

But... in front of the "Angel Envoy," the power of ordinary Transcendents seemed far too weak.

The Holy Tree spread out immediately, treating the injuries of these wounded.

And in the center of the battlefield, the most tragic crater, Zhou Jiren, using the vision of the Holy Tree, saw an unbelievable scene.

A figure covered in blood, who should have been long dead, hovered above the crater, above his forehead, a glowing emblem fell, emitting strands of holy radiance, this radiance sparkled with divine power.

The withered figure slowly opened his eyes.

His consciousness gradually regained clarity.

Song Ci, floating, slightly tilted his head, he saw the "Holy Tree" emerging from the ground of Lion Alley, a vine touching him, trying to transfer the warm power of wood.

Song Ci smiled contentedly and murmured softly, "Mr. Shu... thank you..."

"But... no need..."

He gently pushed away the vine.

That withered body seemed to possess infinite strength. Holding the emblem in his hand, Song Ci landed on the ground, a predestined intuition forming in his heart.

As if a switch had been flipped.

He grunted.

The scorching Holy Light burst forth—

This was a divine power purer than that of the "Holy Tree," spewed forth by Song Ci, showering down like sweet rain upon the entire airspace of Lion Alley.

Liu Yi, nailed to the rock wall, gradually regained consciousness from the depths, feeling the piercing pain slowly leaving her body... She was not met with death, but rebirth.

She looked down, incredulously gazing at her chest... The iron that had pierced through her back and front detached itself, her wound scabbing over rapidly.

Not just her.

The officials of Lion Alley, the Patrollers of the Sincere Heart Association... perhaps they should have passed away tonight, but an invisible divine hand reached out, pulling them back from the brink of Hell.

The sinister crows cried out, flying far from the old city.

All eyes focused on the space above the collapsed old mansion, where a figure burning with bright white glow stood, the intensity of the light making his true face unclear.

But it was very clear that... behind him, a pair of splendid wings had emerged, as pure as a White Parrot.

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(Tonight’s second update will be slightly delayed, around 12:40)