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Chapter 342: Celestial Immortal Appears Once More
Chapter 342: Celestial Immortal Appears Once More
"How did the Master arrive at Zhangjiakou?" Su Shaoying asked.
As one of the Four Divine Monks of the martial arts world, the Honest Monk was someone who Lu Xiaofeng could afford to be impolite towards. But as the heir to the Emei Sect, Su Shaoying had to maintain some basic courtesies when facing him.
"If a Taoist priest can come, then a monk can come as well," the Honest Monk said.
Su Shaoying shook her head. "I'm not a Taoist priest."
The Honest Monk also shook his head. "Your master is a Taoist priest, so you are too. As long as you have the heart of Tao, whether or not you wear the Taoist robe is immaterial."
Su Shaoying blinked. "Do I have the heart of Tao?"
"You have the heart of Tao," the Honest Monk affirmed.
"What kind of heart of Tao do I have?" Su Shaoying asked curiously.
"The Buddha says: It is inexplicable," the Honest Monk replied.
Su Shaoying laughed. The Honest Monk indeed didn't lie, but it was truly difficult to get a straightforward and honest answer from him.
"I didn't expect to see City Lord Ye here in Zhangjiakou as well. Master, do you know why he's here?"
Su Shaoying looked towards Ye Gucheng, who was still in the distance. However, Ye Gucheng did not look in her direction. Although they had met twice at the Pingnan Kingdom's palace, he had never acknowledged her as a friend.
The Honest Monk shook his head. "If this monk hasn't even exchanged words with the City Lord of Baiyun, how would I know why he has come to Zhangjiakou?"
Su Shaoying couldn't help but glance at the Honest Monk with curiosity. "Master, you haven't spoken to City Lord Ye?"
The Honest Monk honestly said, "Monks do not tell lies."
Although the Honest Monk was not honest, he never lied. Telling lies would send one straight to the Avici Hell to have their tongue pulled out.
Su Shaoying nodded in understanding, her thoughts racing as she turned to look at Tang Tianyi, who had just walked out of the inn.
Tang Tianyi also noticed Su Shaoying, but before he could take a step towards her, he suddenly felt a surge of killing intent directed at him.
This killing intent was icy cold and lifeless, yet also vast and oppressive.
Tang Tianyi spun around and saw Ye Gucheng walking towards him.
"City Lord Ye?" Tang Tianyi was puzzled as to why Ye Gucheng would direct such killing intent towards him.
"Are you Tang Tianyi?" Ye Gucheng asked calmly.
"I am," Tang Tianyi replied, turning around and standing still to calm himself. He tucked his hands into his sleeves, and when he brought them out again, he was now wearing a pair of soft fish-skin gloves.
The gloves were supple and smooth, clinging tightly to his skin, giving the wearer the sensation of their own skin while also providing insulation from direct contact with poison.
Tang Tianyi could sense Ye Gucheng's killing intent, and his hands had already moved closer to the leopard-skin pouch at his waist, ready to strike at any moment.
Although the reputation of City Lord Ye Gucheng of Baiyun resounded throughout the world, Tang Tianyi's face remained pale but unafraid. He had absolute confidence in his own abilities and the hidden weapons within his waist pouch.
The hidden weapons of the Tang Clan—once struck, there was no escape from death.
He did not believe that Ye Gucheng could dodge his hidden weapons, nor did he think that Ye Gucheng could survive being hit by them.
However, he was curious as to why Ye Gucheng had targeted him.
"You..."
"Did you send a poison thorn apple to the Island Master of Tiannan Island?" Ye Gucheng asked.
Tang Tianyi's pupils contracted, and he nodded slightly.
"In that case, you must die," Ye Gucheng said.
"I..."
"I will give you a chance to make your move."
Ye Gucheng's gaze upon Tang Tianyi was as if he were looking at a dead man. This look ignited Tang Tianyi's anger. Never had anyone dared to look at him with such disdain.
Tang Tianyi coldly smiled. "If you give me a chance to make my move, then you will die."
His figure leaped and glided, employing his agile movement technique to disrupt Ye Gucheng's sword path. He reached into his leather pouch, ready to unleash the Tang Clan's hidden weapons.
At that moment, Ye Gucheng's sword moved.
Celestial Fairy!
It was a brilliant and magnificent sword strike, grand and ornate. It pursued the stars and chased the lightning, like raging thunder. It was intricate and profound, complex and ever-changing, yet also filled with a captivating spirit, piercing straight into one's essence.
Not to mention Tang Tianyi, who was facing it directly, but even the onlookers like the Honest Monk, Su Shaoying, Ma Xiuzhen, and Fang Yfei, as well as the old lama who poked his head out from another inn, and Chu Chu and Li Xia on the second floor of this inn, all felt a dazzling glare pierce their eyes and a sense of unparalleled sharpness.
Even Fang Yfei was stunned. What kind of sword technique was this? Who in the world could survive such a strike?
Tang Tianyi's face turned pale. His hands had entered the leather pouch, but the overwhelming sword intent before him pressed down so heavily that he couldn't pull his hands out. He felt as if time had frozen, and though his thoughts raced in the face of death, his body couldn't move at all.
The next moment, Ye Gucheng's long sword would pierce his throat.
Just then, a sharp sound of blowing bamboo suddenly rang out.
Ye Gucheng's movement paused slightly, and Tang Tianyi felt as if he had come back to life. He immediately took action, scattering a handful of black sand.
Tang Clan's Poison Sand!
By now, the distance between Ye Gucheng and Tang Tianyi had narrowed significantly. Tang Tianyi's hasty counterattack lacked force, but the poison sand still landed on Ye Gucheng's chest.
Simultaneously, Ye Gucheng's long sword pierced Tang Tianyi's chest.
"Swish!"
Ye Gucheng withdrew his sword, sheathed it, and glanced at the Honest Monk and Su Shaoying, who were not far away. Then, just as he had come, he turned and walked away slowly.
Tang Tianyi spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
...
Ma Xiuzhen's face turned pale. "That was Celestial Fairy?"
"Indeed," Su Shaoying nodded.
"Did Lu Xiaofeng use two fingers to hold onto Ye Gucheng's sword edge?" Ma Xiuzhen asked incredulously.
"Yes," Su Shaoying nodded again. Although Ye Gucheng hadn't shown any killing intent when facing Lu Xiaofeng, he had still given Lu Xiaofeng a chance in the last moment. Su Shaoying considered their strengths to be comparable.
How should she put it? It was still due to Tang Tianyi's insufficient skill. If Ye Gucheng had given such an opportunity to Mu Dao Ren, Xi Men Chuixue, or Du Gu Yi He, he would have been a dead man by now.
"But he was hit by Tang Tianyi's poison sand!" Ma Xiuzhen continued.
Ye Gucheng's chest had been struck by Tang Tianyi's poison sand. Although it was only for a moment, those with high enough skill, like them, could see it clearly.
The Tang Clan's hidden weapons were infamous for being impossible to recover from.
So, Ye Gucheng wouldn't live for much longer.
The Honest Monk's expression also turned ugly, seemingly surprised that Ye Gucheng had been hit. However, his eyes flickered, indicating that he was thinking about something.
But Su Shaoying knew that all of this was just Ye Gucheng putting on a show.
Tang Tianyi was merely a disposable tool. Ye Gucheng's primary goal was to eliminate him to prevent him from pursuing the lama from Daxueshan Temple, and he took the opportunity to set up this display, laying the groundwork for the decisive battle on the fifteenth of September.
Poor Tang Tianyi, his death had been orchestrated to serve Ye Gucheng's purposes.
(End of Chapter)
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