Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest-Chapter 382 - 78 Longcheng Flying General Begins Speedrun!
Chapter 382: Chapter 78 Longcheng Flying General Begins Speedrun!
Half an hour of torment left the viewers in the live broadcast room without the strength to continue sending bullet comments, so they chose to watch online in standby mode.
It wasn’t until the cultivators from Lu Country suddenly gathered around that the director quickly gathered his wits and swiftly switched to Liu Longtao’s perspective.
The two commentators also sprang back to life, with Xu Dongming shouting first:
“Hey! What’s happening? Is the final battle starting, eh?”
“Everyone’s getting together; they’re probably going to gang up on the BOSS!” Zhou Erhe chimed in, inciting excitement.
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The stagehands had already displayed the “Warm-up” reminder sign, and Xu Dongming, picking up on the signal, immediately began yelling:
“The six major sects are gathering at the peak of brightness, and the battle is about to erupt! Friends from the east, south, west, and north! Wake up! Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Ming Sect, is about to make a move!”
In the live stream room, the bullet comments started to slowly increase, signaling that some viewers were alerted by the commentators’ shouts and refocused their attention on the stream.
“Alright, let’s see how the Longcheng Flying General makes his move… Keep your distance! Sword light surges back!” Just as Zhou Erhe was about to set the scene, Yan Yu suddenly disengaged from combat, turned around, and launched an attack, shocking him into an abrupt halt mid-sentence as he glued his eyes to the screen, “Flung away! The Longcheng Flying General is outmatched! But, he curves back for another strike! The second hit!”
“It’s the Triple Cloud Strike!” Xu Dongming exclaimed with excitement, “The Triple Cloud Strike is a more powerful version of the Eagle’s Flight; it’s not about hitting multiple times at close range, but instead using the recoil to pursue the target multiple times over a long distance, with each strike stronger and faster than the last!”
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“The second hit misses, let’s see the third! Eh? What’s going on!!! The Longcheng Flying General has disappeared! Director, switch to Yan Yu’s perspective… He’s through! The Longcheng Flying General is the first to clear this stage!”
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Yan Yu was the first to pass through Inferno Pass, and after being transported, he took a closer look and saw that this fourth stage resembled the second, situated in a valley surrounded by mountains, except with the desolation of withered leaves and a chilling autumnal wind hinting at the imminent winter.
Suddenly, the woods around him teemed with cultivators shouting curses and rushing at Yan Yu with their Sword Control techniques.
Oh? What is this…
Yan Yu couldn’t help but laugh; weren’t these his old friends from ten years later?
Oh my, how could you choose them for the transformation? Are you out of tricks, you poor Mysterious Realm?
In my past life, even moments before death, I could kill them all. In this life, would I possibly start fearing them?
He laughed heartily, casually popping an Elixir Medicine in his mouth, not caring that he had just entangled with Teacher Mei for half an hour and hadn’t fully recovered in body or spirit. He fearlessly charged towards those mishmash foes, feeling neither sorrow nor fear, only yearning for the thrill of chaotic slaughter.
The Mysterious Realm that once trapped the Demonic Sect Enchantress and Chen Lingyun couldn’t scare him one bit.
With a single pass of the Huang Tingjian, he had slain more than twenty illusions. The rest of the cultivators exchanged glances, then suddenly turned tail and fled.
Yan Yu, far from willing to let them go, rapidly pursued them with Sword Flight. Not even five minutes later, everything spun around him, and to his surprise, he had jumped directly to the fifth stage.
After a moment’s thought, his face drained of color. Not good!
I’ve cleared the stages too fiercely and forgot to meet up with Ye Jun!
As for Ye Jun, who was the second to face Mei Yingxue, she quickly overcame her fear of death thanks to being mentally prepared, and soon after, she entered the fourth stage.
Where’s Team Yan?
Just as she was about to rise on her sword, she saw countless ferocious dogs suddenly bursting forth from the surroundings. Each of them was the size of a lion, their eyes blazing red, drool flowing from their mouths as they fiercely lunged at her.
Ye Jun’s face paled instantly, the painful memories of being bitten by the neighbor’s bad dog as a child and then taken to get tetanus and rabies shots resurfaced. She quickly activated her Shifting Technique to flee, her Divine Sense frantically scanning the surroundings.
Where’s Yan Yu, where’s Yan Yu, where’s Yan Yu, somebody come save me!
The very person who had stood up Ye Jun, at this moment, was standing in front of Ghost General, completely baffled.
The progression was too fast; his teammates hadn’t kept up. Should he wait for her?
Forget it, time is of the essence. I’ll wait for her at the Departure Palace Gate… I believe in Secretary Ye’s abilities!
Meanwhile, Yan Yu charged towards the Ghost General with Sword Flight, just to see the Ghost General emerge from the gates. He had barely asked, “Who goes there,” when the light from the Huang Tingjian had already whizzed past, swiftly heading into the distance.
The Ghost General instantly became infuriated. Each one who came here barged through violently (foreign Transcendents couldn’t speak the language of Lu Country; not to mention Xie Ruoxi and Liu Longtao, who didn’t say a word). This time, there was no way he would let you pass!
At his signal, a whistle sounded from his mouth, and a horde of soldiers charged from atop the city walls, tailing Yan Yu with lethal intent.
But with Yan Yu’s level of Sword Control and speed, which in all of Lu Country no one could confidently surpass, he immediately left the Yin Soldiers and Ghost Generals far behind, driving straight through the sprawling wild grass and ancient graves, until at last he arrived at the banks of the River of Forgetfulness.
At the riverfront, Granny Meng set up her stall, kind-eyed and benevolent. She gestured with a wave of her hand and the glowing light of Yan Yu’s sword immediately fell, unable to rise again.
He immediately guessed that there must be a restriction ahead that prevented flying, so he simply walked forward and asked,
“May I cross the bridge?”
“Drink this soup, and you may cross the bridge,” Granny Meng said with a smile.
“This soup won’t cause amnesia or turn me into an idiot, will it?” Yan Yu picked up the soup bowl, smelled it from a distance, and asked dubiously.
“It will only benefit you,” Granny Meng said with a smile, “You carry too many burdens and your malevolent energy is too heavy. You need this soup to dissolve the barriers in your heart.”
In a testing Mysterious Realm like this, they wouldn’t harm me… Yan Yu thought to himself as he lifted the soup bowl and drained it in one gulp.
In an instant, memories of his past life flashed through his mind like a galloping horse.
Studying, graduating, working, living through rebellion, being conscripted as a mortal warrior, training, fighting enemies, comrades sacrificing one after another, the tide of the era ebbing away, chaos rising, knowing full well that the torrent of the times could not be reversed, yet still choosing to swim against the current, ultimately buried by the remnants of the old era…
The past swept over him, his spiritual platform became gradually clearer, and Yan Yu slowly regained his senses, with a more stable Dao heart and even more resolute will.
Even if he had sacrificed himself in the past, he harbored no regrets or hatred. Fortunate to be alive today, he still sought to rise against adversity and fight the whole world once more!
Either kill me or be killed by me, line up one by one!
Thinking this, Yan Yu felt as if all blockages in his chest dissipated, the invisible gloom also scattered, and under the sublimation of his mindset, even the circulation speed of the energy in his body seemed to increase slightly, filling him with great joy.
Not only could this soup stabilize the mind, but it could also slightly improve one’s natural talent?
Oh, that’s right. I remember Teacher Mei once mentioned somewhere in my previous life that cultivation talent and state of mind are actually closely related. For example, Xie Ruoxi and Zhao Yuanzhen, these two fools, would appear to cultivators as “clear-minded” and “top-notch talent,” whereas someone like Chen Lingyun with her complicated thoughts and filthy motives would be considered “dull in talent.”
Hmph, who would have thought that a bowl of Granny Meng’s soup in the Secret Realm of Lígōng could have the power to elevate the mindset and improve talent? The benefits are indeed substantial.
Luckily, those foreign Transcendents barely understand the language of Lu Country and wouldn’t dare drink this soup. As for the cultivators from Lu Country, on one hand, they speak the same language, and on the other, they are aware this is a testing Mysterious Realm; surely, there would be no fools who would refuse the soup, right?
Yan Yu put down the soup bowl, nodded in thanks, and then turned and walked away.
As he stepped onto the Bridge of Helplessness, countless twisted ghosts’ hands reached out toward him. Yan Yu didn’t dodge or avoid, walking casually on the bridge as the Huang Tingjian sword swung from side to side, effortlessly intercepting the numerous ghostly hands.
The hands grew more numerous the more they were cut down, multiplying after each batch was severed. Initially, the Huang Tingjian sword had a clear advantage, but it soon began to falter, almost overwhelmed by the sheer number.
Finally, his sword technique defense was forcibly broken through, but it coincided with Yan Yu’s descent from the Bridge of Helplessness. The mass of ghostly hands reached for him, clawing and snapping, but at the edge of the bridge, they stretched to their limits, too short to reach and soon retracted weakly.
That wasn’t too difficult, haha.
Ahead lay majestic mountains with only a narrow mountain trail. Since Sword Flight was impossible, Yan Yu activated his Shifting Technique and began sprinting through the mountain path.
The mountain path was treacherous, the terrain challenging, with many places formed of cliffs and ravines, where even ordinary walking speed required care. A simple misstep could easily lead to a fall.
Yan Yu, however, had no such concerns. Could the mortal warriors of his past life who didn’t know the art of movement, reliant solely on their heavily trained reactions and skill, possibly slip here?
Whether it was a cliff slope nearing ninety degrees or a trail so narrow that one had to sidestep through, he sped throughout with the full velocity of Shifting Technique without stopping once!
Suddenly, the barking of dogs echoed, as if wild dogs were encircling and converging on both his front and back.
Yan Yu’s feet did not stop, the Huang Tingjian sword hung in front of him, and seeing dark shadows in front, he executed a Sword technique, launching the controlled sword fiercely into them!
