FVN Chapter 410 Chess Pieces
Chapter 410 Chess Pieces
Chapter 411 Chess Pieces
Baishui Mountain.
Hundreds of thousands of troops spread out, transforming into different battlefields.
Below lies the schemes and conflicts of mortals—while above, various colored lights frequently rise, marking the battlefields of numerous cultivators.
Flames shot into the sky, and streaks of fiery sword light fell, killing all the Qi-training cultivators.
These cultivators who had practiced Qi cultivation were engulfed by the raging flames, transforming into various fire-elemental spiritual beings that rained down upon the land.
The young cultivators of Southern Wu who once made a name for themselves at the Qiantang Sword Gathering have now grown into the backbone of the Dao Foundation and are in control of the battlefield.
"The Situ family's Blazing Fire Sword—it truly lives up to its name."
Situ Lie was in the heat of the moment when he suddenly heard a faint voice in his ear.
He was startled. The "Dao Foundation Flame Swallowing Bridge" instantly transformed into an illusory bridge, causing him to stop on it. Flames surrounded him, and his escape technique was astonishing.
The image of flames burning on the treetops and branches appeared all around us without us even realizing it.
"【Tailfire】 Foundation — barely acceptable."
A cultivator dressed in a crimson robe appeared, with red hair and beard, a handsome face, and a cynical smile on his lips.
His aura of magical power had instantly reached the peak of the Dao Foundation stage!
"[Wingfire] monk——Ling Huozi?"
Situ Lie's expression changed, but his long sword suddenly roared, drawing in wind, fire, thunder, and light that filled the sky.
"The sword moves with thunderous sound, and the sword light splits apart—it's quite impressive that a Dao Foundation Sword Cultivator can reach these major realms."
Ling Huozi grabbed out with one hand, his five fingers incredibly agile, pointing, pressing, grabbing, and taking—he actually caught the blades with his bare hands, crushing all the sword light in the sky.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that he was wearing an almost translucent glove, and occasionally, scale-like patterns would appear as he moved.
Even more terrifying is that no matter what kind of flame it is, it will be completely devoured when it falls near him, as if it were submitting to him.
"You are Linghuozi? A [Winged Fire] cultivator?"
Situ Lie let out a strange cry, and immediately merged his body and sword into one, transforming into a streak of crimson sword light that shot backward.
He had long heard of Linghuozi's great name in the Xuanxu Heaven. He was a ruthless character from the Northern Nine Heavens Fire Palace, and was expected to reach the Purple Palace in the future.
Even if one's own foundation is established, one is still far from being a match for this person.
"Leave? Is it even possible to leave?"
Ling Huozi formed a hand seal with one hand, and an enormous hand, seemingly formed from flames, appeared out of thin air. He then made a hand seal and crashed down.
boom!
Situ Lie was slammed hard onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Not only that, the longsword in his hand let out a mournful cry and began to crack inch by inch—
"Fellow Daoist Situ, I'm here to help you!"
Just as Situ Lie closed his eyes to await his death, a clear shout rang out.
The surrounding area was shaded by pine and cypress trees, and one after another, emerald green sword lights were like a cage, trapping the flaming hand inside, and then cleaving it open with another sword.
"The Pine Swordsman? Fellow Daoist Yun? Thank you!"
Situ Lie recognized him; this man was a renowned Dao Foundation Swordsman, and in a sense, he was one of his seniors.
He barely managed to regulate his breathing, swallowed a spirit pill, and then activated the "Flame Swallowing Bridge" Dao Foundation. He soared to his feet, ready to join forces with the Green Pine Swordsman to fight the Spirit Fire Child.
"Oh? The Southern Pine Swordsman? What a great reputation—but he's only been cultivating for nearly a hundred years."
Ling Huozi's eyes instantly turned crimson gold, clearly indicating the use of some powerful pupil technique: "Oh? It seems he also cultivated some kind of secret technique, thus losing hope of reaching the Purple Mansion realm, yet still maintaining peak combat power in the Foundation Establishment stage—so he's a Dao General! The key is that his refining technique isn't even that great—"
The opportunity to enter the Purple Palace is rare, and it also depends on fate!
Even with 99% of the Dao foundation, one can never reach the edge of the Purple Mansion in their entire life.
Therefore, most of the late-stage and perfected cultivators of some Dao Foundation forces do not pursue the attainment of Purple Mansion, but instead take the initiative to serve as "Dao Generals" in battles, using all sorts of secret techniques, even if it means cutting off the future opportunity to reach Purple Mansion, in order to obtain the combat power to dominate among Dao Foundation cultivators.
Such Dao generals are useful even in duels between True Persons of the Purple Mansion, thus they can use their own Dao practices for the use of the Purple Mansion.
In time, perhaps this will allow future generations to gain a sliver of opportunity to reach the Purple Palace!
This is the helplessness of downward revision.
If one could even exchange their life for a chance at the Purple Mansion, that would already be considered a huge gain.
Clang!
With a single, swift strike, the swordsman of the green pine tree unleashed a pale blue light, carrying the sound of wind and thunder as he swiftly sliced through a giant hand of flame.
Refining the sword into silk, shaping the sword intent into momentum, and achieving clarity of mind through the sword—
It can be said that, apart from "One sword breaks all laws", the sword realms that the Dao Foundation can access have all been proven by the Green Pine Swordsman.
His sword flashed like a dragon, slaying eighteen fiery hands in succession, leaving Situ Lie stunned. He then charged towards Ling Huozi.
puff!
The sword strike was incredibly swift, piercing into Linghuozi's chest.
Seeing this, the Pine Swordsman finally felt relieved: Slaying Linghuozi was a great achievement; perhaps Wuxin's path to the Purple Mansion would be smoother.
But a strange smile appeared on Linghuozi's face, and flames erupted around him, turning him into a human torch in an instant, and then—
Boom!
A burst of flames caused the Green Pine Swordsman to retreat in a sorry state, his face charred black, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"To be able to destroy one of my 'Flame Body'—you have every reason to be proud."
Ling Huozi descended from the sky, his face carrying a leisurely and composed air: "You are merely minor cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage, how could you possibly know the wondrous methods of my Golden Core Immortal Sect—"
He formed a lotus-like hand seal and gently touched three points: the forehead, the heart, and the dantian. He then chanted, "Samadhi Heart Fire!"
A layer of flames appeared, divided into gold, blue, and purple colors, and then exploded with a bang.
"when?"
The Green Pine Swordsman instantly realized that a layer of the same Samadhi Heart Fire had been covering his Dao Foundation at some point, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
Situ Lie was just as shocked as he was.
The two exchanged a glance, but before they could speak, three-colored true fire burst forth from their mouths, noses, and acupoints, transforming into two torches!
"Uncle?!"
Not far away, a young sword immortal witnessed this scene and his eyes widened in fury.
As Yun Wuxin watched his uncle fall, his eyes turned bloodshot. He swung his giant sword and sent a Foundation Establishment cultivator flying. Then he charged toward Linghuozi.
Clang!
He held a giant sword in his right hand, and with his left hand, he pressed down on the giant sword and drew out a broken sword with a light as clear as autumn water. It was "Qingxin"!
The two swords, like dragons, attacked from the left and right.
"Hmph, another one looking for death."
Ling Huozi's expression remained unchanged. He clenched his right fist and struck forward, instantly unleashing a three-colored fire lotus.
High in the sky.
"Those who bet on 'Green Pine Swordsman' have already lost—they'll only be compensated with one Three Profound True Fire Pill."
Master Guan Hong smiled and accepted the bet, then looked at Sangji: "White Bone Dharma King—that Yun Wuxin—is likely to die on the battlefield—I wonder if you would be willing to redeem him? Only one Purple Mansion Spiritual Item is required."
Sangji remained silent.
Even if a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator were sold, he wouldn't be worth a single Purple Mansion Spiritual Item.
Amidst the entanglement of numerous supernatural powers, Yun Wuxin seemed to have gone mad, relentlessly pursuing Ling Huozi for revenge, completely disregarding the vast difference in their cultivation levels.
Clang!
Just then, a small sword suddenly entered the battlefield, making a mysterious slash in the void, seemingly cutting some invisible threads.
Yun Wuxin's eyes cleared for a moment, then he was suddenly startled.
Although he still wanted to avenge the Green Pine Swordsman, he would not fight alone this time. Instead, he raised his hand and sent out a talisman.
"Brother Yun, we're here to help you!"
A purple sword light flew over; it was Tao Yuanhong from the Purple Lightning and Azure Frost Sect!
clank!
The sound of the zither, like the clash of swords and the thunder of horses, instantly resounded throughout the entire battlefield. In the dim white light, a beautiful young girl dressed in a plain dress could be seen, holding a stringless zither in her hands.
"The Ji family's Invisible Sword Technique?"
Ling Huozi laughed loudly, and layers of mysterious energy gathered behind him, transforming into a half-body fire giant, making him look like a demon god emerging from purgatory: "I'd like to have a good chat with you all—"
"Zhang Yajiu!"
"Fellow Daoist, don't you think this is excessive?"
"What is your intention in rashly disrupting our betting game?"
High in the sky, several Purple Mansions whose supernatural powers had been interrupted glared angrily at the suddenly appearing Purple Mansion Sword Immortal.
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This man was dressed as a wandering knight-errant, wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a Ya Jiu sword in his arms; he was none other than Zhang Ya Jiu.
As a rare rogue cultivator of the Purple Mansion in Southern Wu, and also a master swordsmith, he has always lived a carefree life.
For some reason, I suddenly came here and got caught up in this mess.
"I just couldn't bear to see a promising sword immortal perish—"
Holding his sword, Zhang Yajiu sneered, "If any of you are dissatisfied, feel free to come find me—"
The group of Purple Mansion True Persons looked at each other, none of them making a move.
The relationship between the True Immortals of the Purple Mansion is primarily one of mutual fear and intimidation.
A rogue cultivator like Zhang Yajiu, who is unaffiliated with himself, has few scruples, and even mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivators are often unwilling to provoke him.
"Haha, Brother Ya Jiu, you've arrived."
As a rogue cultivator from the Southern Wu Purple Mansion, Sanmu Zhenren had a rather good relationship with Zhang Yajiu and went to greet him.
With this Grand Master of the Purple Mansion as his backer, the other Grand Masters of the Purple Mansion found it even harder to hold him accountable. They could only sneer, "Three mere newly promoted Foundation Establishment cultivators won't require much effort from Ling Huozi."
"The Tao family, the Ji family, and the Yun family—these three families have remarkable fortune. If we were to seize them all, we could increase the fortune of the Purple Palace by 10%."
"Hehe—Zhang Yajiu, we were just caught off guard before, but this time you'll end up losing more than you gain."
Under the watchful eyes of a group of Purple Mansion True Persons, Ling Huozi fought against three opponents and still held his own, even forcing Yun Wuxin into dangerous situations several times.
"I'll stay behind to hold him off, you two hurry and go—"
Yun Wuxin held the sword in both hands, a resolute look appearing on his face.
"No, we'll go together."
A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of the Ji family girl's mouth as she answered firmly.
Tao Yuanhong remained silent and transformed into a streak of rainbow light, disappearing into the distance.
In this situation, staying means death. As a sword immortal, if you miss your first strike, you must immediately retreat without any hesitation.
"None of you will be able to leave."
The next instant, Ling Huozi appeared in front of Tao Yuanhong as if tearing through the void, knocking the long sword out of her hand with a palm strike, and then ruthlessly destroying the flower.
Just as Yun Wuxin was falling into despair, a series of golden winds mixed with drizzle had spread throughout the entire area without anyone noticing.
"A painting of golden wind and fine rain? Is it by the Grand Minister?"
The young girl from the Ji family looked delighted.
"Master Sanmu—is that you?"
At this moment, the few True Immortals of the Purple Mansion seemed to awaken from a dream, gazing at the scattered wood.
"Hehe, I am, after all, from the Southern Wu Purple Mansion, so I have to be biased to some extent—besides, it's just guiding with supernatural powers, all within the rules of the game."
Master Sanmu arrogantly surveyed the entire audience: "Anyone who disagrees is welcome to step forward!"
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