The Forbidden City Palace, a river of blood pooled and flowed, the scorching sun high in the sky, the intense heat evaporating the crimson streams, leaving behind coagulated scabs. The air was stifling, making one’s heart restless.
Langya, adjacent to the far west, in early spring, felt as hot as the peak of summer in June or July.
The sound of shallow breathing was particularly noticeable. The Lustful Arhat was stiff all over, sweat pouring like a flood, his heartbeat pounding like thunder through bone conduction. His eyes widened and pupils contracted, staring blankly at the black-robed youth.
At this moment, four words unconsciously burst into his mind—My life is over!
“Who…” The Lustful Arhat could no longer maintain his joyful expression, nor could he muster anger. He trembled as if electrocuted.
He wanted to explain a few words, to distract and find a chance to escape.
“I’ve roughly experienced the power of the Sky-Reaching Realm, it’s not bad.” Meng Qingzhou’s thin lips parted slightly, his magnetic voice calming the heart.
“A grand dream, the myriad forms of the human world, lingering in the mind.”
“Since entering the world, it’s been less than four years, lacking much experience. The spiritual sense of Bodhi has greatly compensated for some of it, thank you.”
Meng Qingzhou nodded slightly in acknowledgment. Before the Lustful Arhat could show joy, he continued:
“But you lost, so…”
“It’s time to fulfill the agreement.”
Before the words fell, a dazzling sword light swept through, leaving a coin-sized hole in the Lustful Arhat’s forehead, clear through from front to back, his divine sense shattered.
Killing with a single word!
The might of the Sword Saint!!!
The County Magistrate of the capital’s government offices and the head of the Dali Temple both turned pale, but were immobilized by the gray-white imprisonment of time and space, unable to move even if they wanted to beg for mercy.
They had understood everything.
In front of the Sword Saint, the Lustful Arhat was like an ant, easily crushed.
The reason for their predicament was ultimately because Meng Qingzhou had willingly entered the fray. He wanted to witness the depths of the Sky-Reaching Realm, to personally experience the spiritual sense of Bodhi, the enlightening Zen sound, the true words of Shakyamuni, and other divine powers of the Sky-Reaching Realm.
After all, the Sword Saint’s goal this time was likely aimed at the Western Buddhist Kingdom, destined to confront the Buddha. Understanding the opponent in advance was necessary.
Thud!
The Lustful Arhat fell straight to the ground, his golden body shattered, his pupils losing focus, clearly dead beyond doubt.
“Mister…”
Lian Yue couldn’t help but call out, her eyes full of the black-robed figure. She took a few steps forward, but then stopped, realizing it had been too long since they last met, and she might seem unfamiliar.
She felt like she was dreaming!
Half a year ago, when she parted with Mr. Meng, he was only at the Sea Covering Realm, still wary of the Lord of the Ancient Divine City. Now, upon meeting again, he was slaughtering Arhats like chickens and dogs.
Lian Yue’s heart surged, recalling Meng Qin’s words of encouragement.
“To become strong, one must endure countless tribulations. For Mr. Meng to achieve what he has today, he must have endured unimaginable hardships.”
“And I, only imprisoned for half a year, suffered no loss, yet felt utterly hopeless…”
“No!”
“My journey has just begun. One day, I will stand at the pinnacle.”
Lian Yue’s gaze grew firm, seeing Meng Qingzhou effortlessly slay the insurmountable mountain in her heart. She felt that the rough road ahead was merely the bumps of the future path, no longer able to trip her.
“Master, have some tea.” Su Qingqiu, overjoyed, took out a tea cup from her storage ring, placed frost-snow tea leaves inside, conjured boiling steam with a wave, and handed it over.
“Master, let me wipe your sweat.” Wu Die took out a handkerchief, moved close, and carefully wiped the non-existent sweat from Meng Qingzhou’s forehead.
Meng Qingzhou chuckled, saying, “It was just a dream, how could it be tiring.”
“The matter isn’t settled yet, the whole city is watching.”
Saying this, Meng Qingzhou pointed to the projection array.
Su Qingqiu immediately became nervous, her face blushing, twisting shyly. Wu Die, as usual, was bold and unconcerned.
Lian Yue watched this warm scene, a trace of sadness in her eyes, not daring to interrupt, she stood afar, rubbing her clothes, counting ants with her head down.
Suddenly, a warm hand ruffled her hair, a familiar voice sounded close by:
“Want revenge?”
Lian Yue looked up abruptly, seeing Mr. Meng so close, a surge of grievance welled up, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.
“Yes!”
“Here.” Meng Qingzhou handed over the Cicada Song sword, placing it in Lian Yue’s hand, softly saying:
“The sword is in your hand, the enemies are before you, do it.”
Lian Yue gripped the Cicada Song sword, her gaze turning fierce as she looked at the immobilized County Magistrate and head of the Dali Temple.
Back then, she traveled across the land, arriving in Langya Kingdom, only to be ambushed and captured alive. The culprits were these two!
As Sister Qiong’s guard, she never shied away from killing. Now with the sword in hand, she only wanted to vent her pent-up anger.
Tap, tap, tap…
As she approached, the County Magistrate was terrified, making muffled cries from his throat.
“No…” The head of the Dali Temple felt death approaching, the footsteps like the chains of the underworld, dragging souls to hell.
Slash!
Slash!
Two flashes of blood, and in that moment, the world seemed to fall silent.
Lian Yue looked up at the clear blue sky, birds flying freely, her heart felt like it was drifting with the breeze.
Crack…
Her heart knot untied, she suddenly broke through from the early Moon Shine Realm to the mid Moon Shine Realm.
When the water reaches, the channel forms, without any hindrance.
After a while.
Lian Yue bit her red lips, folded her six wings, respectfully returned the Cicada Song sword to Meng Qingzhou, looking up at him, saying:
“Mister, thank you.”
“Now that this is over, are you planning to continue to the Buddhist Kingdom?”
Lian Yue had learned from Su Qingqiu about their mission and the major events of the past six months.
Breaking the alliance of seven nations!
Repelling the visitors from Sky State!
Battling the Ancestral Sect alliance, starting the unification war of the Wilderness!
Slaughtering hundreds of Morning Glows, declaring war on the Western Buddhist Kingdom!!
Now, the Great Jin had already pointed its sword at the peak, Sword Saint Meng Qin had transformed, becoming the true pillar of the nation.
“No.”
To her surprise, Meng Qingzhou shook his head slightly, calmly saying:
“The plan has changed. Instead of rushing to the Buddhist Kingdom to rescue the Prime Minister, why not… let the Buddha come to me!”
Meng Qingzhou silently calculated, already having an idea.
Since learning that Langya Kingdom was a puppet of the Buddhist Kingdom, raising female slaves, he had this intention.
The faith and will of the followers were crucial for the Buddhist Kingdom’s survival, they wouldn’t want to see followers lost.
By staying in Langya, exposing the Buddhist Kingdom’s ugly face, it would inevitably touch the nerves of those lamas, turning Langya into a gathering place of storms.
In four words—besiege Wei to rescue Zhao.
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