Ancient Strengthening Technique - Chapter 802-803
AST 802 –Baima Qiufeng, A Very Easy Battle?
Fiery Meteor Shower!
Although the Heavenly Fire-Armored Rock Bear wasn't too strong or at least not strong enough for these people, they still didn't dare to get a taste of those falling fireballs with their own bodies.
Even when Qing Shui was in the middle of a battle, he would still constantly monitor Luan Luan's movements closely. He had put away Thunderous Beast after it had unleashed Thunderbolt on a few elderly men.
With their speed reduced a little and Qing Shui's weakening effect, the entire battle seemed to have fallen very easily into his control.
It did seem very simple but it was because Qing Shui had cultivated for very long time to achieve such outcome. If it was converted to the time within the Realm of Violet Jade Immortal, the days he spent on cultivation would be too overwhelmingly long. On top of that, his cultivation arts were wide-ranging and profound. It was no coincidence for Qing Shui to have the achievement he had today.
Everything was the outcome of Qing Shui's hard work. The Baima Aristocrat Clan was inferior to the Eastern Palace Aristocrat Clan. However, what they didn't know was that Qing Shui had eliminated the Eastern Palace Clan solely by himself. If they did, they wouldn't dare to provoke him no matter how courageous they were.
Baima Qiufeng, the Old Ancestor from the Baima Aristocrat Clan, was really regretting this right now. It was a disgrace that there were already casualties in the Baima Aristocrat Clan. The moment he laid his eyes on the youth, he had already sensed killing intent and the potential danger lurking within the youth. This was why he had decided to strike first without the slightest hesitation.
But he had no idea if it was a wise decision or a mistake. The decision he had made was spilt water that could not be taken back. He had no other choice but to fight until his death today.
Luan Luan sat on the back of Fire Bird. Fire Bird would constantly breathe out powerful Nether Balls. Qing Shui had also ordered the Diamond Gigantic Elephant to stay beside Fire Bird and perform a Mighty Elephant Stomp from time to time. This was quite destructive.
Luan Luan had the Crimson Dragon Bow that Qing Shui had given to her before in her hands. She would shoot at the few elderly men from time to time without much expectation as her attacks were all dodged by them.
"Old and useless. Not only that, you've made such bad decisions. I wonder how you will face your ancestors." Qing Shui snorted coldly as he shot out a 1,000 Years Frosted Iron Ball from his hand.
The moment he forced the old man to fall back, he suddenly dashed towards the remaining few elderly men while yelling out to Luan Luan to watch out. A gray flame suddenly materialized in between his hands and quickly formed into a fireball. He then unleashed it towards his opponents.
The Diamond Gigantic Elephant performed a Diamond Sword Qi followed by a Instantaneous Diamond Evasion before it dashed towards the elderly man who had been locked on. The rest attempted to attack the Diamond Gigantic Elephant, however Qing Shui's Primordial Flame Ball had already caught up to them.
The elderly men that had been locked on were powerless to resist and were sent flying by Diamond Gigantic Elephant's attack. On top of that the Primordial Flame Balls that had been scattered collided against each other right at this moment.
The Diamond Gigantic Elephant had already left long ago. The disintegrated Primordial Flame Balls scattered in all directions. Although the opponents had scurried backwards, two unfortunate elderly men's necks were scorched and they died instantly on the spot.
One of the elderly men who moved backwards got into trouble with Luan Luan's seven Earth Devouring Mice instead. The pitiful elderly man's eyes widened in fright. Although he struggled with all his might, it was difficult for his weakened strength to resist the attacks of the Earth Devouring Mice.
Baima Qiufeng was so pissed that he almost vomited blood. He abandoned Qing Shui and rushed towards Luan Luan.
Qing Shui was already on his guard. There was no way he'd let him do as he wished. Two Primordial Flame Balls were sent to block Baima Qiufeng's way. The opponent evaded them and pressed onwards.
Three 10,000 Coldsteel Needles arranged in a triangular formation were shot out towards the elderly man. At this moment, he was already standing in between the elderly man and Luan Luan as he calmly sent out a Descending Heavens Talisman.
It was a Descending Heavens Talisman with perfect accuracy, only that the effect wasn't really that impressive.
There were only six elderly men left, including this Old Ancestor of the Baima Aristocrat Clan. Qing Shui was less pressured. This clan was powerless in the face of Five Colored Poison. If his opponents could withstand his Five Colored Poison, he would really not have any chance in winning.
"Evildoer… You are an evildoer!" Baima Qiufeng shouted loudly. By now he had witnessed the consequences of the Baima Clan and was shouting unwillingly.
"What comes around, goes around. You should be aware of this." Qing Shui told the old man in a cold voice.
"To think that you actually used poison this way. I have miscalculated……" Baima Qiufeng's words were pale and weak.
Some poison in the World of the Nine Continents were gaseous but they had a spreading process. People with stronger strength would be able to evade because the more poisonous poison were usually vibrant in color, unless they couldn't move.. As long as a Peak Martial Saint cultivator could move, he would be able to evade this with no difficulty. Other than that, trying to poison a Martial Saint through their respiratory tract was basically futile because they were able to hold their breath.
Most Poison Cultivators applied poison on their weapons, some also used Hidden Weapons like Qing Shui did. With their decent speed and force, people naturally taught themselves about how to handle Hidden Weapons. But he had never seen anyone who used Hidden Weapons in such a tricky and sinister way like Qing Shui.
It was natural for the old man of this age to have witnessed a lot of similar martial techniques. But the difference between those and the poison weapons that this young man had used were as different as the light of the firefly and the bright moon.
He'd evade Qing Shui's hidden weapons if he could. If he couldn't, he'd deflect them with a weapon but would quickly pull back. Fortunately the things that his opponent shot out would lose some power after resisting a few times. But even so, this gave him a very bad headache because it made him feel as if he was unable to exert the strength in his body.
The Earth Devouring Mice were also putting on their terrifying performance. With their extremely formidable endurance, absurd sped and their corroding bite, they were able to take away one Peak Martial Saint cultivator's life. The Heavenly Fire-Armored Rock Bear served as a shield in the middle.
The remaining four Peak Martial Saint cultivators were utterly tied down by the Fire Bird, Diamond Gigantic Elephant as well as Luan Luan's ten Earth Devouring Mice and the Heavenly Fire-Armored Rock Bear.
Qing Shui breathed a sigh of relief. The odds of winning were already decided between him and the Baima Aristocrat Clan. He knew he must win, otherwise everything would be over for the Heavenly Palace and Qing Clan.
After they pulled apart from each other once again, the elderly man looked at Qing Shui and brandished the gigantic sickle in his hands!
A loud and clear neigh of a horse rang out. Qing Shui's pupils contracted as he stared at the mythical beast beside the elderly man. Its entire body was snow white and was about ten metres long. It had the exact appearance of a white horse that Qing Shui was familiar with, only that this white horse was fully covered with snow white scales and had a violet horn of about two metres long on its head.
What was that? A pegasus? Or a unicorn?
Qing Shui was clueless about this creature. It had the strength of about one star, which was considerably powerful. What was the relationship between this creature and the Baima Aristocrat Clan? This was a white horse right……?
Just when Qing Shui was still clueless about this mythical beast of one star, that 'white horse' let out a clear and loud neigh. A faint glow appeared on the Baima Aristocrat Clan's Old Ancestor as it gradually became apparent, enveloping the elderly man in its protection.
Baima* Protection! [TL Note: Baima also means White Horse]
"Die, brat!" The elderly man brandished the sickle in his hands as he once again rushed towards Qing Shui. Qing Shui abruptly shot out a 10,000 Years Frosted Iron Ball. On top of it, it was launched out with his full strength while he locked onto his opponent.
Out of Qing Shui's expectation, the Baima Aristocrat Clan's Old Ancestor actually made no efforts to dodge and he instead endured this attack. What made Qing Shui more surprised was that his attack was steadily resisted by the white glow on the elderly man's body……
Sweat instantly formed on Qing Shui's forehead. What could this be? An invincible state? Or was there a limit to that layer of protection? If this rendered his Hidden Weapons Techniques and poison ineffective, not only him but Luan Luan would also be in danger.
For a moment Qing Shui was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He was resisting his opponent's attacks and trying to think up of something at the same time. If his opponent actually cast this protection, then he would definitely have a killing technique.
"Hahaha, let's see if you have any more tricks up your sleeves today. No need to hold back." The elderly man laughed maniacally as he once again dashed towards Qing Shui. The gigantic sickle in his hands swept towards Qing Shui leaving a trail of black flames.
Qing Shui squinted and the field of his vision narrowed. At the abrupt wave of his right hand, a 10,000 Years Coldsteel Needle was violently shot outwards and flew towards the elderly man's sickle.
Qing Shui wiped the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth but a smile broke across his face instead. It seemed like the halo on his opponent's body was not invincible after all. It just had an extremely formidable resistance.
The 10,000 Years Coldsteel Needle that was as fine as an ox hair from earlier had actually managed to penetrate an inch into the halo. It was a pity that it wasn't able to make a contact with the opponent's body. Nevertheless, this outcome had shocked the elderly man and also allowed Qing Shui to breathe a sigh of relief.
That needle pierce from just now had caused the halo to quiver slightly. This had let Qing Shui know that he still had some hope. If it was an invincible state, it'd really be over for him today.
Qing Shui's 10,000 Years Coldsteel Needles shot out continuously at different spots. He wanted to find out the weak spot. If he could smash it, then perhaps this layer of protection would collapse.
Baima Qiufeng seemed to have also realized Qing Shui's plan. His sickle movements quickened as he closed in aggressively. He wasn't going to let Qing Shui have any opportunity.
Seeing how the elderly man didn't really seem to be in a hurry, Qing Shui knew that this protection should last for only a short time. He summoned the Thunderous Beast. Without realizing it, enough time had passed.
Violet Lightning Strike!
As soon as Thunderous Beast was summoned, it dashed in the direction of Luan Luan. As soon as Luan Luan saw the Thunderous Beast, she knew that her chance was here. Another elderly man was killed by her Earth Devouring Mice with the help of Violet Lightning Strike.
Qing Shui didn't put away the Thunderous Beast for now this time. He had him continuously attack the remaining three Peak Martial Saint elderly men with its Thunderbolt.
They weren't able to evade the Thunderbolt. At first, they didn't really feel anything. But then they gradually realized that not only their reflexes were getting slower but also their movements. Unfortunately by the time they had realized this, it was already too late.
Mighty Elephant Stomp!
The Earth Devouring Mice also dashed towards the elderly man who had tried to escape by himself. With the great disparity between their speeds, the Earth Devouring Mice was like a group of terrifying devils to them.
The old man watched heart achingly as the Baima Aristocrat Clan's backbone died one by one with great sadness and sorrow. He turned his head around and locked on to Qing Shui. The gigantic black sickle in his hands gleamed with an odd silvery white as it hacked towards Qing Shui.
Qing Shui clenched his jaws. The Big Dipper Sword in his hands suddenly vanished as a jet-black dagger of about a foot long manifested in its place.
Qing Shui neither evade nor ran as he let his opponent's sickle land on his shoulder. He waited until it sank into his flesh before casting the divinity Protection technique.
The Baima Aristocrat Clan's old man was also shocked because his attack was evadable. Yet he had no idea why this youth didn't evade. Just when he was shocked, Qing Shui made his move.
At the same time, the elderly man realized that his sickle actually didn't split this brat in half but was instead deflected. He was alarmed as he shouted 'damn' inwardly. Baima Qiufeng had quite a lot of faith in this Baima Protection. But he didn't know why he was still extremely panicky right now. He simply couldn't shake off the feeling that something terrible was going to happen this time.
Poison Dragon Dagger!
Extremely poisonous and extremely sharp!
The Poison Dragon Dagger in his hand pierced quickly forward. On top of that, it was the Sword of Sixth Wave technique……
The old man suddenly felt the Baima Protection waver as the waves of energy rushed forth towards him. In that moment, he clearly felt it –he was going to be finished.
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AST 803 –Triumphant Victory
A series of Wave Essence were shot out towards Baima Qiufeng.
The Sixth Wave that was shot out abruptly had pierced through the old man. However, it wasn't enough to kill him just yet. Qing Shui was confounded for a bit. His strength was nearly drained but he couldn't afford to let this chance by pass by.
This was an unmissable opportunity that he had stumbled upon while using the divinity Protection on himself. At the same time, the old man shot a vicious stare with a malevolent expression, gripping the scythe and swung it towards Qing Shui. Qing Shui was forced to retreat quickly afterwards.
As Qing Shui's Thunder God clashed with the old man's scythe, a force of utter rage circulated throughout his body. He was enraged but had no other way to counter Baima Qiufeng's attack. Just as he was about to give up, an enormous power suddenly rose up from his body.
The force of [Rebirth]!
The compelling force flowed instantaneously into the Poison Dragon Dagger on his hand, then he quickly used his ultimate trump card.
Despite being knocked backwards by Baima Qiufeng, he allowed a himself satisfied smile as he watched an expression of disbelief slowly emerging from the old man's face. Baima Qiufeng wobbled for a while before he collapsed to the ground.
The battle had ended with a total of 25 corpses from the Baima Aristocrat Clan in under the span of 15 minutes or so. Qing Shui looked up to the sky with a triumphant smile. It was hard to believe that he had actually won without a hitch.
"Daddy, we won!" Luan Luan jumped onto him gleefully.
Qing Shui hugged his zestful daughter as she jumped into his arms. After all, this was her first time witnessing such battle of high adrenaline. Qing Shui released his embrace from Luan Luan and said: "Go back home and tell everyone the good news. I will take care of this mess in the meantime."
"Alright, daddy." Luan Luan replied in a happy tone before she bid goodbye to Qing Shui and left.
Qing Shui descended downwards and picked up some decent weapons and a few Interspatial Silk Sachets. However, he was still confused about one thing: the white horse was nowhere to be found.
Qing Shui had no idea whether it was a demonic beast that Baima Qiufeng had tamed personally or a demonic beast passed down through generations of his clan. Most clans in the World of the Nine Continents had legacies passed down to the descendents, be it the bloodline, the battle skills or Guardian Beasts. However, this would all be possible under the premise that the the person passing down the legacy must still be alive.
Qing Shui felt that the legacy passed down to the Baima Aristocrat Clan was the white horse earlier. When the old man died, the white horse had vanished into thin air. It was just an assumption but the probability of that theory being the truth was quite high.
Items passed down from generation to generation were typically things of value. The Golden Bloodlines and Violet Bloodlines, for example, had a certain chance of passing down to the descendents. Those who inherited such bloodlines would naturally inherit their benefits. Moreover, bloodlines could not be weakened but they could still vanish from the world should the whole clan be annihilated.
Not everyone would be privileged enough to inherit such bloodlines. Amongst ten descendents in a clan, only one would have the chance to inherit the Golden Bloodline or the Violet Bloodline. This would explain why aristocratic clans preferred to breed plenteous children and grandchildren, including illegitimate children. As long as they had inherited the precious bloodline, they would be welcomed to the clan and be treated with great care and respect. Those with such a bloodline would be able to receive the greatest training and cultivation in the world.
After a brief moment of delay, Qing Shui took his spoils of war and flew back home on his Fire Bird. He couldn't see Luan Luan on his way back, so she must have already gone back to the Qing Residence. Qing Shui wasn't in a hurry to open the old men's Interspatial Silk Sachets for now. He wasn't particularly interested in them and now wasn't the best time to check their contents just yet.
At the very least, the Baima Aristocrat Clan's Old Ancestor might have some valuable items inside his Interspatial Silk Sachet. He was in a hurry to go home now, so he planned to open the sachets and check the items carefully after he had entered the Realm of the Violet Jade Immortal.
He had killed 25 people from this battle and with the previous four who came last time, those may be the last few strongest members of the Baima Aristocrat Clan. They were considered a third-grade aristocratic clan anyway, despite being stronger than the Zuoshi Aristocrat Clan by a mite. Nonetheless, a small difference could still pose a deadly threat. If the Zuoshi Aristocrat Clan were to challenge the Baima Aristocrat Clan, it would be normal for the Zuoshi Aristocrat Clan to lose the battle in this case.
When Qing Shui came back home, it was still late in the morning just before midday. The entire Qing Clan as well as the Heavenly Palace were filled with the atmosphere of celebration. The news of the Baima Aristocrat Clan's annihilation had travelled throughout the Greencloud Continent in a swift moment.
That was the supreme aristocratic clan after all!
Just like the Zuoshi Aristocrat Clan!
Everyone in the Greencloud Continent had received the news as soon as the news had been spreaded, including the powerful aristocratic clans in every city of the Greencloud Continent.
When the first news regarding the annihilation of the Zuoshi Aristocrat Clan had spread to every household, there were many who questioned Qing Shui's ability to defeat such powerful clan. They felt that lady luck was on his side when he had managed to destroy an entire clan. But lady luck would never bestow such fortune twice to the same man. Qing Shui couldn't be lucky all the time, so everyone was convinced of his power, as well as the strength of the Heavenly Palace when Baima Aristocrat Clan had been defeated.
Qing Shui greeted everyone in the Qing Clan with smiles before he went back to his room to wash his body. Cleaning himself after every bloody battle was an old habit of his. When he was done, it was almost afternoon. The Qing Clan had started preparing a variety of delightful dishes as a celebratory feast for Qing Shui's and Luan Luan's victory. The delicious aroma of the food had travelled throughout the Heavenly Palace, causing many to salivate for a taste of the food.
A number of beast carriages dashed along a wide path in a fast speed. Inside one of the carriages, a middle-aged man spoke to an old man who was closing his eyes, "Eighth Lord, do you think the Heavenly Palace will kill us all?"
The old man who was being addressed as the Eighth Lord opened his clear yet mismatched eyes, exuding an air of wisdom and defiance through his expression. It was strange to have such eyes for an old man as he.
"Once we leave the Greencloud Continent, we will be fine. If we keep staying here, we might be killed any day." The old man didn't seem bitter, as if everything was normal.
"Then are we going to retaliate one day?" The middle-aged man asked discreetly.
"Retaliate? What are you going to retaliate with? We are lucky to be able to keep the Baima Clan alive at this point." The Eighth Lord sighed.
"This day has finally come. And just as I thought, our clan has been cut by a few generations." Eighth Lord spoke while he stared at the scenery outside the beast carriage, as if he was muttering to himself.
"Ah, does that mean you knew that this day would happen?" The middle-aged man asked shockingly.
"I don't know. But I knew that this day would come sooner or later."
"Why did you say that?" The middle-aged man was confused by the old man's words.
"The Baima family is corrupt, inside and out. Don't you think that death is imminent for the corrupt people in our clan? We have been obeying most of the ancestral rules of the clan but we still face great danger despite good management. It's really difficult to survive like this. After being forced to the Greencloud Continent, not only has the Baima Clan continued to grow without caution, the Old Ancestor had also intended to show his splendor. He has always been a wise man, so I have no idea why he would do something like that this time." The Eighth Lord shooked his head.
"Then where are we going?"
"Southern Viewing Continent. Forget about Central Continent. If they knew about our situation, we would be ridiculed further." The Eighth Lord remained calm as he relayed his plan.
"Then the future of the Baima Aristocrat Clan rests on Eighth Lord's hands." said the middle-aged man softly.
The Eighth Lord's frowns were slowly emerging on his forehead as he continued to remain silent after that.
The martial warriors of the Greencloud Continent had been discussing the incident with the Baima Aristocrat Clan for days. It was considered a serious matter, as everyone knew that the Greencloud Continent was the weakest continent in the World of the Nine Continents. Any powerful aristocrat clan from other continents could easily conquer the entire Greencloud Continent by claiming the top position. However, they would not gain any benefits by doing so, unless they were forced out by their own continent with no where else to go.
The supreme sects in the Greencloud Continent feared the supreme aristocratic clans from the other continents the most. In most cases, that would mean bad news, because if they were to step into their city, the most likely casualties of the invasion would be themselves.
Heavenly Palace's abrupt rise in power was good news for the Greencloud Continent. If the Heavenly Palace continued to show their capability in holding their position in the Greencloud Continent, then the powerful clans from other continents would think twice about causing a fuss here. At the very least, the supreme aristocratic clans would finally take notice of the Greencloud Continent if they were to travel to the other continents. Each time some clan from the Central Continent stepped into the Greencloud Continent, the locals would become timid in fear that they would conquer their land due to their reputation for hosting powerful martial warriors in the Central Continent. If someone from the Greencloud Continent were to step into the Central Continent, however, no one would bat an eye, because martial warriors in Greencloud Continent were generally weak…..
Despite the animated discussion about the clans and continents among the public, the Qing Clan, on the other hand, was in a celebratory mood as the atmosphere was bubbling with cheerfulness and lively noises. Even though Qing Shui was putting up a smile on his face, there was something else that had been bothering him even before the Baima Aristocrat Clan had arrived to start a fight.
That something had to do with Di Chen!
A few days ago, Di Chen told him that she was going to leave the Qing Clan soon after the matters with the Baima Aristocrat Clan had been settled. Now that the battle had ended, she would be leaving soon but he didn't know exactly when that would happen.
After lunch, Qing Shui quickly pulled Di Chen by her hand and brought her out from the dining hall. She allowed him to do so while laughing at how nervous he was. Despite his tensed gesture, she felt touched knowing how concerned he was about losing her. Before the Baima Aristocrat Clan had arrived to the Greencloud Continent, he wasn't all that jittery like he was now. She felt happy to know how much she meant to him now.
"I think it's time you should tell your beloved husband where you are planning to go." He sounded serious but it wouldn't be Qing Shui if he didn't tease Di Chen once in awhile.
"Do you remember the master I told you before? She was also the previous Misty Hall Palace Priestess." Di Chen let out a smile. She didn't comment further on the 'husband' part.
"Hmm, you did mention it before. Is she still alive?" Qing Shui looked at Di Chen shockingly.
"Yes, I'm leaving to meet my master this time. I will be training under her guidance for another few years." Di Chen explained without haste.
"Chen 'er, I have confidence that I can make you stronger than ever." said Qing Shui gently as he gazed into Di Chen's eyes.
"Qing Shui, listen to me, the technique I’m learning requires a breakthrough. I will be back soon after I achieve a my purpose. After that we’ll be together again." Di Chen said in a soft tone while lowering her head slightly.
Qing Shui's heart jolted, which prompted him to hug her and began to kiss her red lips passionately. Di Chen slowly reciprocated his kiss, probably because she would have to part with him soon.
Qing Shui continued to embrace her while sliding his hands down her voluptuous body. As he was caught in the moment, he slid his hands upwards and grabbed her sensuous breasts. The smoothness and supple sensation had Qing Shui quivering with excitement.
Di Chen trembled from his touch but did not attempt to stop him from continuing. She embraced him by his neck gently and moved her lips towards his ears, allowing him to kiss her neck. Then she whispered: "Don't push your luck."
"Alright, I'll listen to you." Qing Shui chuckled while giving her breasts the final gentle squeeze. This sensation was just like how he remembered from the time in the dream among the sea of flowers with Di Chen.
He could smell a whiff of sweet fragrance as he kissed her jade-like skin of her neck. Qing Shui could drown himself in the fragrance despite the subtle aroma. The scent was captivating and enticing to his senses, as if it was the best scent in the world.
"Chen 'er, should I send you off by then?" Qing Shui asked with a genuine smile.
"Master will come and pick me up, so don't worry. She has been treating me like her own daughter, so if she sought to cause me harm, she wouldn't have to wait until a decade later to do that to me."
Even though Qing Shui was still skeptical about her master, he gave an assuring nod to Di Chen. He vowed to meet her so-called 'master' one day and make sure that Di Chen would be safe no matter what.
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