The battle for the Silent and Deadly Qi is over, but the matter of Mingyang City is not yet over.
As a large city in Lingzhou, Ming Yang City has 40,000 inhabitants, plus merchants and people from the rivers and lakes.
Of these 40,000 people, at least 10,000 died overnight, and countless others were seriously and lightly injured.
This was the first time in decades that a Tong Shen Realm battle had scourged tens of thousands of people in the Central Plains. Ming Yang City is not the Kartium of the Western Region, nor is it the Jeju of the past.
Not many people in the Central Plains cared about how many people died in the West. The deaths and injuries in Jeju were far more tragic than those in Mingyang City, but they were the result of the war between the Blood Demon Sect and the Great Qian and others, the casualties of war.
Ming Yang City, on the other hand, was the result of a few Tong Shen fighting there, and then most of the city’s buildings were destroyed and over ten thousand people died.
This situation was unacceptable to those who survived, and some righteous people could not accept it either.
“Xiao Qianxiu, the master of the Imperial Sword Villa, has joined hands with the Hongzhou Practitioner Family and the Xuanzhou Haoqi Alliance to call on the righteous men of the Jianghu to extend an invitation to the strongest of the Tong Shen realm among the scattered practitioners, claiming to negotiate with those unscrupulous forces to establish a restraint for this chaotic Jianghu.” Xuan Zhen said to Qing Yu as he held up the post that had just arrived.
“Is Xiao Qianxiu being funny?” Qing Yu lost his smile.
There were righteous people in this world, but the righteous people in no way included this Master of the Imperial Sword Villa. This man was bent on restoring the glory of Sword God Lake, but was different from Buried Sword Peak. What Xiao Qianxiu wanted to restore was the Sword God Lake that belonged to his Xiao family.
As the descendant of the last Lord of the Sword God Lake, Xiao Qianxiu could be said to have dreamed of recreating the prestige of the Xiao family. To do so, he could do anything.
For example, he had cooperated with the court of the Great Qian to do so.
But now it seems that Xiao Qianxiu wants to break away from the Great Qian court and go it alone.
“Although Xiao Qianxiu is not a good man, his proposed alliance has attracted many forces and masters to echo it. For example, the Hongzhou Lian family, which is the head of the Hongzhou family but has never done anything bad, is now also involved in this alliance. There is also the Haoqi Alliance, which is purely out of justice.” Xuan Zhen said.
The Hongzhou Practitioner Family was actually quite miserable. The Heavenly Demon Palace had appeared in Hongzhou, squeezing the survival space of the Hongzhou family. But because at that time, the Demonfather was in seclusion to recuperate from his injuries, so it didn’t have much impact.
But until recently, the situation had changed dramatically. First, the Nine Heavens joined forces to split the world, allowing the Shadow King to take over Hongzhou. Later, the Heavenly Demon Palace was completely out in force and began to stir up the world.
The oppression from these two sides made the Lian family a little bitter.
Although the current head of the Lian family is a woman, she is no less resilient and unyielding than a man. Faced with two huge forces, the Lian family refused to give in and resolutely refused to join either of them.
“The Lian family has always had no ambition and has only focused on the family business, which is excellent. But in today’s world, it is no longer desirable to stay outside the world. The Practising Family will either join a power to seek refuge or be torn to pieces.” Qing Yu laughed lightly.
“You have an interest in the Practising Family?” Xuan Zhen looked at Qing Yu with a smile and asked.
She had spent time with Qing Yu over time and was familiar with some of his habits. Apart from some fake smiles, in private, every expression that Qing Yu showed had a purpose of its own.
For example, this light smile is a clear indication that Qing Yu is interested in the Lian family.
“There are two branches of the Lian family: the men are surnamed Lian, good at forging, and the women are surnamed Lian, good at sewing and weaving. Of course I am interested!”
Qing Yu looked at the invitation in Xuan Zhen’s hand and said, “Look, didn’t they also make an invitation to my True Martial Sect? It means that in their eyes, we are not one of those so-called unscrupulous forces.”
“That’s because they don’t know what you’ve done.” Xuan Zhen teased with a smile.
Although it wasn’t very clear what Qing Yu had done in secret, Xuan Zhen knew from just spending time with him on a regular basis that Qing Yu’s heart could be said to be harder than iron.
What such a person was doing in secret, huh, was definitely not something good.
“Ha,” Qing Yu snorted and said, “Maybe it’s because my manners and kindness are too obvious. Although I am known as the Demon Dao in Northern Zhou, everyone in Northern Zhou knows of my contribution as a Demon Dao. With the relationship between the Hao Qi Alliance and Northern Zhou, it is normal to be impressed with me.”
In his early years, Mu Xiuji, the leader of the Haoqi Alliance, had also studied at the Shanhe Academy in Northern Zhou, and had even developed his Haoqi. Later on, Mu Xiuji did not stay in Northern Zhou, but returned to Great Qian and began to spread Confucianism in Great Qian.
He also served as a priest at the Jixia Palace, but returned to the mountains because of a disagreement with his philosophy. After that, he also built a school, and to this day, while being the head of the Haoqi Alliance, he is also the director of the Haoqi School.
Having been involved in the Jianghu for sixty years, Mu Xiuji is a man of knowledge and action, a man of profound learning, and a man who can fight.
These days, if you want to mind your own business, being able to fight is the first factor. Mu Xiuji had meddled in countless idle matters in these sixty years, and had even published theories against Confucianism in the Jikei Palace in the past, and still managed to survive until now because he could fight.
“I hope you won’t fight with Mu Xiuji before you do.” Xuan Zhen’s jocularity did not change.
As he was talking, there was a sudden momentary shaking, very slight, but it could not be concealed from the two Tong Shen realm powerhouses, Qing Yu and Xuan Zhen.
“What’s going on?” Xuan Zhen furrowed her pretty eyebrows.
“Nothing, just a little accident,” Qing Yu said softly, “a little — surprising little accident ——”
In the secret room, Qing Yu’s other body sat cross-legged, suspended three feet off the ground, covered in a layer of pitch-black Buddhist light.
The Silent Fury Qi, is already refined to the final step. Outside of Qing Yu’s body, small and large inky black reverse swastikas slowly appeared, and in the middle of his heart lake, a figure sitting on a black lotus platform, emanating this great silence and emptiness slowly appeared.
“If the Buddha has no path, it is better to be silent.”
This figure murmured as such, and the pitch-black Buddha light began to spread over the heart lake.
“Hmph, Ru-lai and Silence, all give way before me.”
In the sky above the heart lake, the vault of heaven formed a huge face, the glory of a holy demon displayed in eyes as large as the sun and moon.
The holy devil is in the same sky.
This supreme vision manifested in Qing Yu’s heart lake, and where the light went, the Silent Buddha light all receded.
“It is only a remnant of the Silent Heavenly Demon, and you dare to be reckless. If you want the Buddha, I will give you the Buddha…”
The huge palm that poured over the entire Heart Lake appeared from the air, and the shape of a decree appeared in the palm, which was the decree of the Buddha weapon Heart Light.
The first stance of the Rudrai Divine Palm – the first appearance of Buddha’s light.
The Buddha’s light was ten thousand streaks, and in Qing Yu’s mind world, he was the master of this place. The light of the Buddha fell with the huge palm, and even the silent Buddha light, which restrains Buddhist martial arts, faded away like a shadow under the light.
Eventually, the Buddha’s palm pressed against the shadow, and the calm lake underground suddenly fluctuated, forming a whirlpool that swallowed it completely.
