dognovel Chapter 167 Retrieving the Dragon Soul Sword
Chapter 167 Retrieving the Dragon Soul Sword
On the outskirts of Aoki City, the sunlight gently shone on the vegetable field. Han Yi, holding a hoe, was busy at the edge of the field, carefully tending to the tender green seedlings.
"Don't underestimate growing vegetables, you two. It may seem simple, but it really tests your patience," he said as he worked.
Not far away, Su Yao and Lin Yue stared intently at him, their expressions shifting constantly.
Su Yao couldn't hold back any longer and loudly complained, "The Dragon Soul Sword has already fallen into someone else's hands, and you still have the mind to fiddle with these broken vegetable seedlings?"
Lin Yue chimed in, "Exactly! I really don't understand if you've lost your mind. Why didn't you just let Xun'er bid for the Dragon Soul Sword and bring it back?"
He stopped what he was doing, straightened up, looked at the two of them, and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"I'm saying you two have wasted the last few hundred or even a thousand years? Do you really think that with Xun'er and the other four's strength, they can just easily bring them back after bidding?"
"Then why did you still send Xun'er?" Su Yao pressed.
“I never expected them to bring the Dragon Soul Sword back.” His answer left the two even more confused.
Meanwhile, in a deserted alley not far from Jubaozhai, the atmosphere was so tense it seemed the air itself could ignite.
The three forces—the old man in black, the mysterious man, and Tuoba Xun'er—were locked in a standoff.
“Five little brats, I advise you to be sensible and step back. The battles of us Nascent Soul cultivators are not for you to meddle in.”
The old man in black glanced at Tuoba Xun'er with disdain. In his eyes, a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was no threat to him, no matter how powerful he was.
"My young master once said, 'Ambition knows no age; without ambition, a hundred years is wasted!'"
Lu Xuefeng shouted and stepped forward from behind Tuoba Xun'er. Flames surged from his spear. Without hesitation, he thrust the spear straight at the old man in black. The spear flashed and, with overwhelming force, instantly forced the old man back several feet.
The old man in black steadied himself, his face filled with shock and astonishment. His eyes were fixed on Lu Xuefeng, and he secretly marveled, "How can this Nascent Soul cultivator possess such terrifying strength?"
He clearly sensed that the flame on Lu Xuefeng's gun was no ordinary flame; the moment he touched it, the intense heat and dangerous aura made his heart tighten.
The old man in black snorted coldly, took out an antique wine gourd from his waist, and took a few big gulps.
After a few gulps, his aura suddenly changed dramatically, and a strong sense of intoxication spread like a tide, as if the entire world was submerged by this intoxication.
His eyes became unfocused and dazed, as if he might collapse drunk at any moment.
"Boy, today I'll show you just how strong the Nascent Soul Realm really is!" The old man in black swayed, seemingly unsteady on his feet, but in the blink of an eye he closed in, his hands transforming into countless afterimages as he frantically attacked Lu Xuefeng.
This move, called "Drunken Immortal's Lost Track Hand," incorporates his unique sense of intoxication.
Each move is like the wild swinging of a drunkard, seemingly without any rules, yet concealing countless deadly moves, making it impossible to defend against.
Lu Xuefeng dared not slacken in the slightest, wielding his spear with impenetrable speed, the flames around the spear growing ever hotter and burning fiercely, forming an indestructible defensive barrier.
The old man in black slammed his palm heavily against the flame barrier, making a sizzling sound, like the flames burning. But he didn't care at all. He flashed and, like a ghost, circled behind Lu Xuefeng.
"In a state of drunken stupor, it's hard to distinguish between reality and illusion!"
The old man in black spoke in a low voice, his body seemingly merging with the intoxication, becoming ethereal and elusive.
Lu Xuefeng felt fierce attacks surging from all directions, but even with his eyes wide open, he couldn't pinpoint the old man's exact location.
At this critical moment, he was suddenly struck in the back by a spiritual force, causing him to stagger forward and almost fall.
"Watch out!" Tuoba Xun'er exclaimed, flinging out the red ribbon in her hand, which transformed into a nimble fire snake that flew towards the old man in black.
Wherever the red ribbon passed, the air was scorched and distorted, emitting a hissing sound.
The old man in black sneered, stretched out a hand and waved it lightly. A surge of spiritual energy, carrying a strong sense of intoxication, roared out and met Hong Ling.
The red ribbon instantly became entangled with this surge of spiritual energy, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate, unable to determine a winner.
Lu Xuefeng seized the opportunity to steady himself and quickly adjusted his breathing.
He took a deep breath and poured all his spiritual power into the spear without reservation.
"Old man, try this move of mine!"
The flames on the gun grew ever more intense, like a volcanic eruption, the blazing light seeming to ignite the entire world.
"Flaming Dragon Breaks the Sun!" Lu Xuefeng shouted, thrusting his spear forward. A huge phantom of a flaming dragon roared out from the spear tip, carrying an overwhelming momentum, like a scorching torrent, rushing towards the old man in black.
The old man in black's face instantly turned ashen, his hands rapidly forming hand seals as he shouted, "Drunk and lying among mountains and rivers, all laws return to one!" The gourd at his waist instantly grew larger, transforming into a giant gourd phantom, from which a massive amount of wine vapor gushed forth like a fountain.
The aroma of alcohol instantly condensed into a spiritual water dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged straight at the illusory image of the Fiery Dragon.
The fire dragon and the water dragon collided with a deafening roar, and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations spread out like surging waves.
The surrounding ground was instantly shattered into pieces, with cracks spreading out like a spider web. The houses also began to shake violently under this powerful force, teetering on the verge of collapse.
In this fierce collision, the power of the fire dragon was gradually weakened, while the water dragon shattered in the collision, turning into countless fragments of spiritual energy that dissipated in the air.
"This is fucking unbelievable! A Nascent Soul cultivator with the strength of a Transformation Realm expert can't even take down a Nascent Soul cultivator like you?"
Seeing that he had not gained the upper hand, the old man in black's eyes flashed with a sinister glint, and he seized the opportunity to launch another attack.
His body became ethereal again, like a ghost, rapidly approaching Lu Xuefeng. He knew the disadvantage of a spear in close combat, so he kept close to Lu Xuefeng as he launched his attacks.
"A thousand shadows in a drunken dream, life and death in a single thought!"
The old man's voice rang in Lu Xuefeng's ears like a ghost, and his figure instantly transformed into countless phantoms, like wisps of mist tightly surrounding Lu Xuefeng.
Surrounded by these illusions, Lu Xuefeng felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
But he gritted his teeth, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, closely watching the countless afterimages around him. He swung his spear with all his might, the flames on it dancing wildly around him, trying to break through the cage-like illusions.
While Lu Xuefeng and the old man in black were locked in fierce combat, a mysterious figure remained hidden in the shadows, seemingly carefree. His eyes darted around like a cunning fox, as if waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Watching the battle unfold, he secretly calculated, "This old man in black is indeed formidable. If it weren't for this young man holding him back, I might not have been able to defeat him on my own. Now that I have this young man as a free henchman, I can reap the benefits..."
Thinking of this, the mysterious man's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sinister and cunning smile.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Aoki City, Han Yi continued to tend to the vegetable seedlings calmly.
Su Yao and Lin Yue watched from the side.
"Aren't you worried at all? What if Tuoba Xun'er and the others can't handle that old man in black?" Su Yao asked anxiously.
Han Yi raised his head, a faint smile on his face: "Don't worry, they'll be fine. Besides, it's all part of my plan."
"Plan? What plan?" Lin Yue asked him, puzzled.
Han Yi did not answer, but lowered his head and continued to tend to the seedlings, but his eyes revealed a confident and composed demeanor, as if everything was under his control.
Back on the fierce battlefield, Lu Xuefeng's battle with the old man in black had entered a white-hot stage.
The two exchanged blows, neither giving an inch. Each attack carried a powerful surge of spiritual energy, causing the surrounding air to tremble and distort.
Houses within a radius of more than a mile were reduced to ruins during the fierce fight between the two men. Fortunately, unrelated personnel evacuated in time, preventing any casualties.
For a time, neither Lu Xuefeng nor the old man in black could defeat the other, but both of them were expending a great deal of spiritual energy and were gradually losing their strength.
At this moment, the mysterious figure who had been lurking in the shadows, a greedy glint in his eyes, finally couldn't contain himself any longer and began to stir. His figure emerged silently from the darkness like a ghost, emanating a chilling aura, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow to its prey in the next instant…