Chapter 140: Old Doctor's Methods, Xian Tian Ling Yu!

Not long ago, at a spot some distance from the City Gate, along the City Wall, two figures kept a watchful eye on the gate’s activity—Wei Shanhai and Wei Xinghe.

Their position was perfectly chosen. Nestled within a corner, they were not only hidden from Wang Cangyi’s sight but also just beyond the range of his Xian Tian感应 (spiritual感应), the subtle energy resonance between Xian Tian practitioners. Such感应 has its limits. Beyond a certain distance, it fades. If one deliberately conceals their aura, that limit can shrink to around a hundred meters.

Wei Shanhai had grown up in Cang County, intimately familiar with every alley and shadow within its walls. Finding a vantage point that evaded both Wang Cangyi’s vision and his innate sensing was no challenge at all.

While everyone else puzzled over why the Wei Family had not yet appeared, Wei Shanhai and Wei Xinghe had already taken cover atop the City Wall, lying in wait.

And so, they witnessed Lu Qing’s battle with the Kuiwu Dahan firsthand.

Shock turned to opportunity.

Kuiwu Dahan was severely wounded. The Tian Cang Sect had temporarily lost one of its Zong Shi-level warriors. This was the perfect moment to retrieve Ningyan and Zian.

Without hesitation, the two exchanged a glance and surged forward from their hiding place, charging straight toward the Ox Cart.

But as soon as their auras erupted, Wang Cangyi sensed them instantly.

His eyes lit up with delight. With a single leap from the City Gate, he descended like a vengeful specter, sword aimed directly at Wei Shanhai.

“Xinghe, hurry— I can only hold him off for half a moment!”

Wei Shanhai’s face darkened as he felt Wang Cangyi’s full might erupt. He summoned every ounce of strength, using a soft, yielding force to propel Wei Xinghe toward the Ox Cart.

Then, he unleashed his own aura—towering, fierce, and unyielding.

“Hahaha! Wang Cangyi, after a hundred years of grudges, it’s time we settled this! Let’s see how much you’ve improved over the past century!”

Wei Shanhai laughed as Wang Cangyi descended from above, drawing a long blade from thin air. With a single stroke, a crimson blade of fire cleaved through the sky, racing toward his enemy.

At the same moment, he roared:

"Yinyue Guard, form a formation! Charge forward!"

His voice echoed for ten li—clear and thunderous across the entire County Town.

In the Wei Family Residence, Wei Da Zong Guan, standing at attention, stiffened at the sound. His expression hardened.

He raised his long spear.

“Men! Follow me!”

“Yes, Master!”

The gates of the Wei Family Residence swung open. Leading the charge, Wei Da Zong Guan and the Yin Yue Wei cavalry burst out like a silver dragon, streaking toward the City Gate.

In less than ten breaths, they reached the gate.

“Whoever stands in my way dies!”

Seeing Tian Cang Sect disciples still blocking the entrance, Wei Da Zong Guan narrowed his eyes. His spirit connected with the warriors behind him, the formation pulsing in unison. The spear trembled with power, then lashed forward in a devastating thrust.

The momentum of their charge had already built immense pressure. Now, fused with the battle formation, the spear’s strike reached its peak.

Even a Nei Fu Jing Wan Man-level Zong Shi would find it nearly impossible to withstand.

The strongest of the Tian Cang Sect disciples were barely past the Nei Fu Jing stage. They dared not face such a formation. Most scrambled away in panic, barely escaping being crushed.

Those slower to react were struck down without mercy—swept aside by a single flick of Wei Da Zong Guan’s spear, their bodies spewing blood, bones shattered, life hanging by a thread.

In an instant, the mighty Wei Da Zong Guan and his Yin Yue Wei forces had burst through the City Gate and into the open field beyond.

“Why was it so easy?” Wei Da Zong Guan muttered, stunned.

Having waited inside the residence the entire time, he had no idea what lay outside. Yet there was no resistance—no ambush, no challenge from the warrior who had once fought him.

Something was wrong.

“Could it be a trap?”

As Wei Da Zong Guan tensed, suddenly a wave of oppressive energy surged forward, pressing down upon him like a storm.

His steed reared up in terror, neighing in fear.

He looked ahead—two figures locked in battle.

Red blades of fire clashed with white sword qi, their collision sending out shockwaves that made even the bravest tremble.

“Ancestor!” Wei Da Zong Guan recognized the combatants with a jolt.

“Don’t worry about me—protect Ningyan and Zian, get them back inside the city!” Wei Shanhai shouted.

“Yes!”

In that brief moment, Wei Da Zong Guan had already spotted Wei Fu Ren and Wei Zian. Without hesitation, he swung his horse around and led the Yin Yue Wei in a swift charge toward the Ox Cart.

At that moment, Wei Fu Ren and Wei Zian were overwhelmed with joy at their reunion.

“Father!” Wei Zian dashed toward Wei Xinghe, hugging him tightly.

Wei Fu Ren stared at her husband, eyes glistening with tears.

“Good… Good. You’re both safe.”

Wei Xinghe’s face was tense with emotion, but he knew this was not the time. Hearing the approaching thunder of hooves, he turned and bowed deeply to Lu Qing and the others.

“Thank you for escorting my wife and son back safely. Please, follow me home. I must express my deepest gratitude.”

Before he could finish, Wei Da Zong Guan and the Yin Yue Wei had surrounded the Ox Cart, shielding it like a wall of silver steel.

Ma Gu turned to Lu Qing.

Having just finished his breath control, Lu Qing smiled.

“Then we’ll take you up on that. Master, let’s enter the city.”

“Very well.”

Old Doctor nodded, gently tugging the ox’s head and guiding the cart forward.

“Lu Xiao Langjun! Ma Gu! Xiao Yan!” Wei Da Zong Guan finally noticed—standing beside the cart were Lu Qing, Ma Gu, and even Xiao Yan.

And the elderly driver, hooded and face hidden, could only be the one whom Lu Qing called Master—Old Doctor.

The ones who had returned The Lady of the Wei Family and the young master… were these people?

What in the world was going on?

Wei Da Zong Guan’s mind reeled. If not for the need to maintain the Yin Yue Zhan Zhen formation, he would have demanded answers immediately.

Old Doctor drove the cart toward the gate, accelerating by channeling a burst of Xian Tian Qi into the large ox.

Empowered, the ox surged forward like a beast fed a divine elixir, its pace matching that of a galloping horse.

But just as they neared the halfway point, suddenly—

Boom!

A figure landed squarely in front of Lu Qing’s group—Wei Shanhai.

“Ancestor!” Wei Xinghe and the others cried out in alarm.

Ancestor said he could hold him for half a moment… How long had it been?

Wei Shanhai was now in terrible shape—his hair disheveled, robes torn, deep wounds cutting through his flesh.

“Hahaha! Wei Shanhai, your injuries haven’t healed! To suppress my sword qi in your Heart Meridian with your own qi, you’re at less than thirty percent of your true strength. How can you possibly fight me?”

Wang Cangyi stood tall, sword in hand, advancing step by step.

The oppressive Xian Tian pressure crushed the air, making every breath a struggle.

Yet he remained untouched—his clothes undisturbed, not a single mark on his body.

“Hmph. If it weren’t for your cowardly ambush back then, you’d never have beaten me. Treacherous scum. I once called you brother. Now I can’t even stand the thought of you.”

Wei Shanhai spat, his voice laced with contempt, despite his wounds.

“Don’t flatter yourself. You never beat me once. Even at your peak, you couldn’t defeat me. And now? There’s no point in debating. Victory is mine. Why would I waste effort on a fight I already know I’ll win?”

Wang Cangyi remained calm, unfazed by the old wounds of friendship.

“Face it—you’re afraid I’ve mastered that thing. That’s why you only dared to strike from the shadows. I was blind to see hope in you. But you’ve never changed. Still the same hypocrite you always were.”

Wei Shanhai sneered.

“Enough talk. Hand over the object. Now.”

Wang Cangyi’s voice was cold, cutting through the air.

“Dream on. You’ll never get it. I’d rather die than give it to you.”

“Then I’ll kill you first. And then I’ll slaughter your entire Wei Family. I’ll find it, no matter what.”

Wang Cangyi’s eyes turned cruel. He raised his sword.

A blade of white sword qi, sharp enough to split the heavens, shot toward Wei Shanhai.

“This time, how will you dodge?”

Behind Wei Shanhai stood the entire Yin Yue Zhan Zhen formation and Wei Fu Ren’s group.

If he dodged, the sword qi would slice through the formation—dooming everyone.

Wei Shanhai understood this. He let out a bitter laugh.

There was no choice.

He forced his breath, gathering a crimson blade of fire in his palm.

But he knew—it wouldn’t be enough. Not against Wang Cangyi’s full strike.

As he prepared to pour every last drop of his strength into the blade, the qi in his Heart Meridian—already suppressed by Wang Cangyi’s sword qi—began to stir.

If he poured in all his power, he’d trigger a catastrophic backlash, destroying his own meridian.

“No, not like this.”

A hand suddenly appeared on Wei Shanhai’s back.

A gentle, soothing energy flowed into his body, calming the raging sword qi in his Heart Meridian.

At the same time, a transparent, swirling stream of water materialized before him—meeting the white sword qi head-on.

The deadly sword qi, so sharp it could cleave mountains, struck the water… and simply sank into it, like a fish entering a river.

Trapped. Unable to move.

Then, under the relentless spiral of the water, the sword qi shattered—disintegrating into nothing.

The sudden, impossible scene stunned everyone.

Even Wang Cangyi’s pupils contracted sharply.

“Old Doctor?!”

Wei Fu Ren and the others gasped in disbelief.

There, standing behind Wei Shanhai, was Old Doctor—no longer seated in the cart. His palm pressed against Wei Shanhai’s back, his fingers forming a sword-like point, aimed forward.

That swirling water had been his doing.

“Old man, your Heart Meridian is injured. Do not force your qi. If you do, the wound will burst open.”

After calming the violent qi, Old Doctor withdrew his hand, speaking gently.

“Thank you… for saving me.”

Wei Shanhai stared, dazed. It took several heartbeats before he could speak.

But inside, he was shaken to his core.

Not only had Old Doctor effortlessly neutralized Wang Cangyi’s full-powered sword qi.

But he had also soothed the volatile sword wound within Wei Shanhai’s body—calming it as if it were nothing.

One hand to heal, one to fight.

In that single moment, the old man had revealed a mastery and presence that left Wei Shanhai utterly awestruck.

Yet in his own perception, this man’s cultivation level was clearly weaker than his own.

In that instant, Old Doctor became shrouded in mystery—enigmatic, immeasurable.

Wang Cangyi felt the same shock.

He couldn’t believe it. His near-ultimate sword qi—something that could cleave through mountains—had been undone by a man whose cultivation was clearly inferior.

And the man hadn’t even seemed strained.

Fear, cold and sharp, surged through Wang Cangyi.

“Are you determined to stand against me?” Wang Cangyi glared at Old Doctor, voice dark.

“I have no desire to make enemies. But I beg you—spare this bloodshed.”

Old Doctor spoke with sincerity.

“The feud between me and the Wei Family cannot be resolved. If you do not step aside, you are my enemy. And I will cut you down, along with them.”

Wang Cangyi’s voice was ice.

“Then you leave me no choice.”

He clenched his jaw. Xian Tian Qi surged through his body. His aura exploded outward, suffocating the air.

The pressure was unbearable.

Wang Cangyi swung his sword.

A torrent of sword qi, vast and merciless, roared forward, aiming to obliterate Old Doctor and Wei Shanhai.

This time, he gave it everything—no reserve, no mercy.

Facing the overwhelming wave of sword qi, Old Doctor’s expression remained solemn.

He pointed a single finger—like a sword—and slowly thrust forward.

As he did, Heaven and Earth Qi stirred. Water vapor swirled through the air, and countless droplets formed from nothing.

“Steady.”

With that soft command, time itself seemed to freeze.

The droplets, the sword qi—everything suspended in midair, motionless.

“Break!”

Old Doctor’s second command shattered the stillness.

The droplets transformed into miniature swords, flying out in perfect synchronization—each one matching a single thread of sword qi.

No more, no less.

Each droplet met its counterpart, canceling it out, dissolving it.

When the last sword qi vanished, the water mist faded.

The sky cleared. The world returned to peace.

As if nothing had happened.

But everyone knew—what had happened was real.

The sheer force of that Xian Tian power still echoed in their bones.

All stared at Old Doctor in stunned silence.

Wang Cangyi’s face paled.

He whispered, trembling:

“Xian Tian Ling Yu… turning illusion into reality. How… is this possible?”

(End of Chapter)

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