Martial Cultivator-Chapter 891: Going to Look at the Mountain (II)

Mount Qiuling had seventy-two peaks, and the peak master of Lonely Moon Peak was named Daoist Yuji.

This Lonely Moon Peak Master liked to wear a moon-white daoist robe, his bearing refined like jade. His age could not be discerned, yet he always gave people the illusion of being not very old.

At this moment he was riding the wind on a distant journey, with two green-robed daoists following behind him.

One of the green-robed daoists glanced at the other beside him before speaking softly. “Peak Master actually need not act personally. Even if that martial artist has some ability, after killing several people in succession, he must be seriously injured. With the two of us, it should be enough. There is really no need for the Peak Master.”

Daoist Yuji looked toward the distance. Only after a while did he speak. “The first time, we underestimated him. The second time, we also underestimated him. That is almost enough. If we keep underestimating the other party, that is truly looking for death. Besides, even if we can still pile people onto him to kill him, I am unwilling to keep doing such things. If we continue dying like this, exactly how many will die, have you counted?”

“If everyone of Lonely Moon Peak ends up dead, will Mount Qiuling still have a Lonely Moon Peak?”

Daoist Yuji’s expression was complicated. If one of the seventy-two peaks, the Lonely Moon Peak, were to be destroyed overnight, it would not count as damaging Mount Qiuling’s roots. After all, even without this peak, there were still the remaining seventy-one. For Mount Qiuling, it was no great matter. But for him, it was different.

It meant that from here on, he would no longer be able to remain a peak master. In the future, whether it be refining artifacts or alchemy, or asking the mountain for any resources, everything would become extremely difficult.

These years, which of the seventy-two peaks did not want to climb higher? For what? Merely superficial fame? No. What it was really for was the allocation of resources.

Walking the dao to seek eternal life - relying on one’s own lone struggle was not easy, certainly not that easy.

Therefore, Lonely Moon Peak absolutely had to remain. For this reason, Daoist Yuji was personally descending the mountain to intercept that martial artist.

“Set up the formation first. Trap that martial artist and do not let him escape.”

Daoist Yuji glanced ahead. They were already not far from that martial artist. He gradually calmed down. As the two green-robed daoists began setting up the formation, he himself continuously descended, the wide sleeves of his daoist robe sweeping like a great roc spreading its wings, carrying with them the might of heaven and earth as they pressed downward.

Meanwhile, above his head, the two green-robed daoists exchanged a glance, and neither hesitated. One of them threw out four small green flags in four directions.

The other threw out a small green net, which in an instant spread outward, transforming into countless strands of green threads that wove across the sky.

At the same time, the four green flags fell to the four cardinal points, each taking a position.

Those green threads gradually merged into heaven and earth. At this moment, one could no longer distinguish any difference.

After the arrangement was complete, Daoist Yuji finally felt a bit more at ease and descended opposite that tall martial artist.

But the moment Daoist Yuji landed, the small hill beneath his feet suddenly exploded. Before the Lonely Moon Peak Master could speak, the Great Liang Emperor had already stepped forward, his entire figure like an arrow leaving the bowstring, leaving behind only a faint shadow in the air.

Daoist Yuji was startled. Even he had never expected that this martial artist was unwilling to speak even half a sentence and would strike immediately upon arrival.

As the Great Liang Emperor threw out a punch, in that instant, the mountain range before him shook violently. Cracks appeared one after another, spreading forward, ripping open one gash after another.

Terrifying auras surged out from the cracks in the ground, transforming into one apparition after another, pouncing toward Daoist Yujì.

Mysterious auras continuously appeared here. Two completely different types of auras began to converge. At Daoist Yuji’s side, one aura after another surged out. One obscure symbol after another appeared around him on all sides. These were all Great Dao true words,;truly profound methods.

Such methods were absolutely impossible to have below Fuyun.

Every one of those Great Dao runes required countless effort to refine. In other words, the magic artifacts other cultivators refined were their trump cards, but in terms of profundity, they could not compare to these obscure Great Dao runes. These dao runes were the embodiment of a cultivator's cultivation. Someone like Daoist Yuji, who had refined so many runes, was not common even within Mount Qiuling.

Among the seventy-two peak masters, those who possessed such ability existed, but ordinary cultivators did not.

The Fuyun Realm, as the name implied, was to rise up to the clouds. But the sea of clouds was vast and deep, and however far a cultivator walked within it directly affected the height of their cultivation and the strength of their killing power.

However, right after these runes appeared, the manifestations of qi rising from the cracks met them head-on, crushing quite a few runes on the spot.

Once a rune shattered, the Great Dao aura dispersed chaotically, and Daoist Yuji's expression grew much uglier.

At this moment, even he was somewhat shocked. Wasn't this martial artist said to have only stepped into that realm not long ago? Why was he so domineering?

Daoist Yuji had bitterly cultivated within the Fuyun Realm for nearly a hundred years. Naturally, he did not believe he would be inferior to a martial artist who had only just stepped into this realm.

But as those figures multiplied, and in an instant crushed countless of his dao runes, Daoist Yuji's expression worsened even further.

He furrowed his brows, his expression extremely heavy.

Finally, he carefully took out a sheet of blue paper from his robe, then raised his hand and solemnly drew something upon it.

Immediately, the blue talisman paper burst with light. Strands of azure radiance surged out, covering the scene ahead and blocking all the figures charging toward him.

At the same time, a great moon appeared behind Daoist Yuji, slowly rising as it enveloped him in moonlight.

Daoist Yuji stared forward with cold eyes. Borrowing the moonlight, this daoist's sleeves billowed, and strands of radiance burst forth from within, transforming into one white-jade-like ribbon after another, flooding the surrounding heavens and earth.

Daoist Yuji had cultivated for many years and naturally possessed methods. Within this bright moon, with moonlight upon him, his dao aura surged dramatically. In fact, even here, very few would choose to fight such a Daoist Yuji to the death.

But now the grand array was complete. Whether it was Daoist Yuji or the Great Liang Emperor, the two were like fighters who had stepped onto a ring - without a life-and-death outcome, neither could leave.

The Great Liang Emperor casually shattered a stream of moonlight surging toward him. His figure and aura rose higher and higher. After a brief moment, this human emperor's aura had become unimaginably terrifying, like a towering mountain, unshakable.

Martial artists dominated by virtue of their blood vitality and their bodies. Those of high cultivation realms had blood vitality surging within them, endlessly. And someone like the Great Liang Emperor, the blood vitality within his body were even more frightening. A martial artist like him, his entire person was like an ever-rushing river, roaring mightily.

The Great Liang Emperor looked up at the bright moon before him, took a deep breath, then stepped forward. His aura surged violently, and he swung a punch, first shattering the blue talisman, then sweeping forward, tearing through countless rays of moonlight. His entire figure advanced relentlessly, and along the way, Daoist Yuji unleashed all his techniques, yet none could stop this peerless martial artist.

The Great Liang Emperor tilted his head back, casually shattering one of Daoist Yuji’s magic artifacts, and then he was already in front of him.

Exchanging a glance, Daoist Yuji’s pupils were full of fear. The next moment, he was struck in the chest by a punch from the Great Liang Emperor. The ripples on Daoist Yuji’s robe dissipated part of the energy, but the remaining force still caused his internal energy to stagnate for a moment. By the time it resumed, the next punch from this peerless martial artist had already arrived unexpectedly.

The sound between heaven and earth was continuous, like spring thunder.

The green threads that had been hidden within the world were forced to reemerge from the sky as the Great Liang Emperor struck.

The two green-robed daoists exchanged glances, but quickly reacted, each making a move to forcibly suppress the web of threads on the verge of collapse.

Yet they soon realized in horror that within this web, it was as if they had trapped a massive fish, thrashing violently. A single fishing net could not contain it.

The qi witin the he two green-robed daoists' bodies surged wildly, trying to suppress the turmoil, but instantly noticed that one of the green banners already had cracks.

“Not good!”

One of the green-robed daoists exclaimed in alarm, as he saw that the remaining three banners were also showing cracks.

This meant that soon, they would definitely lose control of the situation.

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Daoist Yuji had no choice but to engage in close combat with the silent, striking martial artist. His Dao energy radiated outward, forming various great path phenomena, including divine beasts like true dragons and phoenixes. Yet whenever these phenomena appeared, each was shattered by a punch from the martial artist.

The martial artist seemed utterly unwilling to give Daoist Yuji even a moment’s respite, smashing all of his methods punch by punch.

Overbearing.

And seemingly utterly unreasonable.

No matter what, in front of this Great Liang Emperor, it was all just a punch.

It was as if he intended to shatter Daoist Yuji’s Dao heart one punch at a time. Therefore, even when it appeared that each punch only destroyed a Great Dao phenomenon, the moment Daoist Yuji deployed stronger methods, he would be met by yet another punch from the Great Liang Emperor.

Each punch shattered a part of Daoist Yuji’s Dao heart.

At this moment, Daoist Yuji was not seriously injured, but a sense of helplessness grew, as if the martial artist before him was not someone of the same realm, but a cultivator from a higher realm.

But how was that possible?

He had only recently broken through!

The Great Liang Emperor’s expression was unreadable. After sensing that Daoist Yuji had exhausted all his methods, he delivered a punch to Daoist Yuji’s jaw.

The opponent was struck and fell entirely into the full moon.

At the same time, the moon itself shattered.