UGB Chapter 160 Surrounded
Chapter 160 Surrounded
Chapter 160 Surrounded
The moment Li Qingyi saw Lu Zhenxuan's name on the task list, the task vanished instantly.
Someone else took it first.
Hard!
The fist has hardened!
"This is outrageous!"
Just as he was about to lash out, a man dressed in black with a frivolous smile on his face strolled up to him.
"Oh, young master, why do you look so pale? Is something bothering you?" The man feigned concern, but his eyes were full of mockery.
Li Qingyi raised her eyes, her gaze icy: "Did you do this? Release the mission, and I'll pretend nothing happened."
"What are you saying, Young Master? I don't understand." The man spread his hands, his smile widening. "This mission has a generous reward, and anyone can take it. If you can take it, Young Master, then I—also at the ninth level of Qi Refining—can naturally take it too. Fair competition, hahaha!"
His laughter echoed in the empty hall.
The assassins around, some sitting and some standing, glanced over, and many of them let out ambiguous sneers.
Laughter echoed wildly throughout the hall.
Li Qingyi watched him quietly and smiled.
Then he laughed too.
At first, the laughter was low, but then the sound grew louder and louder.
"Hahahaha!!! Hahahaha!!!"
Li Qingyi laughed even more maniacally and unrestrainedly than they did, instantly drowning out all the noise in the hall.
It even caused the surrounding rock walls to tremble slightly.
The laughter of everyone abruptly stopped, as if someone had grabbed them by the throat.
They stared at Li Qingyi in astonishment, their eyes looking at her as if she were a madwoman.
next moment.
Clang!
A sword's cry rang out.
The man, who had been grinning provocatively, suddenly froze on his face.
A thin red line on his neck rapidly expanded, and then his head separated from his body, falling onto the cold stone slab with two "thumps".
Fresh blood gushed out and spread rapidly.
The hall was deathly silent, save for the sound of dripping blood.
Li Qingyi flicked away imaginary blood from her fingertips, turned her head, a lingering smile on her face, and asked the nearest assassin, "Isn't it funny?"
The assassin's throat bobbed, his face turned pale, and he couldn't utter a single word.
"Both of us were at the ninth level of Qi Refining, yet he died so easily, so utterly useless," Li Qingyi asked again, "Isn't that funny?"
No one dared to answer.
"I command you," Li Qingyi surveyed her surroundings, her voice suddenly turning cold, an invisible, sharp sword aura spreading out, "Laugh!"
"Hahaha----"
"Hahaha----
Stiff, dry laughter, tinged with fear, rose and fell in sparse bursts, quickly merging into a continuous chorus that echoed through the hall, sounding even worse than weeping.
Almost the instant the provocateur died, the mission for "Lu Zhenxuan" lit up again on the mission list.
"Now," Li Qingyi accepted the task, her gaze sweeping over the trembling crowd, "who else wants to snatch it?"
There was complete silence; many people even lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
He knew, of course, that the North Wind was trying to give him a hard time.
But he's not really interested in playing this kind of boring game with him right now.
The most important thing now is to find out exactly what happened to the Zhao family.
He bent down and picked up the storage bag next to the corpse. He scanned it with his divine sense and found it to be mostly tattered junk, with only thirty-six spirit stones that were still useful.
Li Qingyi remained unmoved, her gaze fixed on the mission rewards.
30,000 contribution points!
A glint flashed in his eyes. Without lingering, he strode towards the secret room where mission items were checked and submitted.
Inside the luxurious palace.
Hong Zhong casually adjusted his cuffs, his voice laced with sarcasm: "Do you think the Pavilion Master would choose a mediocre and incompetent person to be the Young Pavilion Master of Tingyu Pavilion?"
Bei Feng's face was somewhat gloomy. He really wanted to give this newly arrived young master a hard time and dampen his spirits.
But I never expected the other party to react so violently and to use such ruthless and decisive methods.
"This strength doesn't seem like that of someone at the ninth level of Qi Refining."
"Now you know?" Hong Zhong chuckled, seemingly quite satisfied with Li Qingyi's performance just now.
"The people chosen by the Pavilion Master are not simple. Enough with the nonsense, tell me everything you know about the Zhao family."
"Don't try anything funny; you know how the sect leader operates."
Bei Feng's expression shifted, and after a moment of silence, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air: "I am not at a high enough level to know the specifics. To understand the matters at the Purple Mansion level, we must seek out Xuanji."
"A mystery?" Hong Zhong's pupils contracted slightly. "He—has entered the Purple Mansion realm?"
Bei Feng nodded, a complex expression on his face: "I'm also wondering why the Pavilion Master would drag us into such a vortex. But if we really want to get involved, we have no choice but to go to him."
Where is he?
"The Imperial City," the North Wind uttered two words, "but now the Imperial City is under martial law, its defenses are formidable. Without the cultivation of the Purple Mansion realm or special methods, even a fly couldn't get in. You—can you get in?"
Hongzhong fell silent instantly.
Inside the secret room, Li Qingyi successfully submitted Lu Zhenxuan's body certificate, and 30,000 contribution points were credited to her account.
He immediately connected with the illusory treasure vault inside the Listening Rain Pavilion and began browsing the exchange list.
Contribution points are precious, and he urgently needs spirit stones for simulation, but with danger lurking everywhere, items to save his life are equally important.
After much deliberation, his gaze fell upon one item:
[Shadow robe (low-grade magic weapon)]
It is woven from silkworm silk.
Once activated, it can form a shadow barrier that adheres closely to the skin.
It can completely withstand a full-force attack from a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, or continuously resist ten attacks from an early-Foundation Establishment cultivator.
The exchange requires 29,999 contribution points.
Li Qingyi, who had originally planned to sell the spirit stones, suddenly felt a little reluctant.
After exchanging the items, Li Qingyi immediately put them on and felt a cool, refreshing sensation.
"Never mind, let's see how the next simulation goes before making a decision."
When he returned to the hall, the bloodstains on the floor had been cleaned up, but a faint fishy smell still lingered in the air.
The assassins around him were now looking at him with a subtle air of awe.
Not long after, Hongzhong came out of the inner hall, his face looking rather grim.
Without saying a word, she quickly left the underground stronghold with Li Qingyi.
I randomly found a decent-looking inn in Qingling City and settled in.
After closing the door and setting up a soundproof barrier, Li Qingyi immediately asked, "How is the situation?"
"Beifeng said he didn't know and told us to go find Xuanji, who is one of the people in charge of Tingyu Pavilion in Xuan Kingdom."
"Xuanji? Where is he?"
Li Qingyi became the young master of the pavilion in a daze.
However, they have absolutely no idea about the distribution of power within the Listening Rain Pavilion.
"The Imperial City," Hong Zhong sighed, "You've seen the current state of the Imperial City; we can't get in at all."
Li Qingyi: "————"
After going around in circles, we ended up back in the imperial city.
After going around in circles, we've come full circle.
Li Qingyi pressed her temples: "Did Master give you any other instructions? Did he give you any tokens or special methods?"
Hong Zhong shook his head again: "The Pavilion Master's actions are always unpredictable. He only ordered me to come and assist him, and said nothing else."
Li Qingyi smirked. How come a Golden Core True Monarch is even more cunning than me?
As he spoke, General Hong looked at Li Qingyi and asked, "Young Master, do you have any good ideas?"
"What a coincidence, I actually do have one."
But he couldn't say to his face that he could cheat, so he had to compromise.
"Let me think—"
Before he could finish speaking, Hong Zhong's expression changed drastically. He grabbed Li Qingyi's shoulder with lightning speed, smashed through the window, and flew out.
next moment.
boom!
A deafening explosion rang out.
The violent energy instantly engulfed the second floor of the inn, along with several surrounding houses.
Wood and stone fragments mixed with blood, flesh, and limbs flew everywhere, while thick smoke and flames shot into the sky.
Li Qingyi, suspended in mid-air by the red light, looked back and saw a sea of fire and ruins below, with glaring blood flowing from the broken walls and rubble.
The innkeeper, waiters, and guests who were just alive a moment ago —
It has now turned into charcoal and minced meat.
Seeing this tragic scene, Li Qingyi was filled with rage.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the white-clad figure standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the night sky.
The other person looked down at the devastation below with a leisurely expression, as if watching fireworks that had nothing to do with them.
"Do you know what you've done?!"
The man in white then turned his gaze to him, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I wanted to kill you, but unfortunately, I failed."
He glanced at the sea of fire below and added, "As for these ants, they can only blame their bad luck for being too close to you."
That nonchalant attitude, treating human life as worthless, completely ignited Li Qingyi's anger.
"Hehehe—Master of Zhenyang, is that right?" Li Qingyi sneered.
"Correct." Lord Zhenyang nodded, his smile gentle. "Unfortunately, there's no reward. Li Qingyi, I see you seem quite concerned about the lives of these lowly people? How about this, you take your own life, so we won't have to drag mortals into this mess."
Upon hearing this, Li Qingyi's smile grew even colder.
However, before the laughter subsided, another powerful Foundation Establishment aura suddenly erupted from behind them, blocking their retreat.
The newcomer was dressed in official robes, exuding an air of authority, with a ferocious dragon embroidered on his white robe.
"You rats from the gutter of Tingyu Pavilion," the City Lord of Qingling's voice boomed, filled with disgust and murderous intent, "Have you thought about how you want to die?"
Hong felt a tightness in her chest and immediately scanned the direction of the Listening Rain Pavilion stronghold with her divine sense, trying to contact Beifeng for help.
However, the feedback she received sent a chill down her spine.
The scent of the north wind has vanished!
At this crucial moment, he quietly slipped away!
"Heh—hehe—"
Hong Zhong also let out a cold laugh. Now that things had come to this, everything was clear.
The North Wind not only stood by indifferently, but may even have secretly facilitated this siege.
With the Lord of Zhenyang Tower in front and the Lord of Qingling City behind, there might also be the North Wind lurking in the shadows.
Hongzhong no longer hesitated.
With a flick of her jade-like hand, crimson spiritual energy surged forth.
It transformed into a massive, fiery palm print in mid-air, carrying the force of burning mountains and boiling seas, and crashed down on the slightly weaker Lord Qingling.
"Young Master, let's go!"
At the same time, she grabbed Li Qingyi, pushed her magic power to the limit, and transformed into a streak of crimson light, fleeing madly towards the outside of Qingling City.
"Trying to escape? Dream on!"
The Lord of Zhenyang Tower snorted coldly, and together with the Lord of Qingling City, they transformed into streaks of light and gave chase.
All three were at least at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and their escape speed was extremely fast, covering hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.
Ahead lay a desolate mountain range, the night as dark as ink.
Suddenly, a figure appeared silently in the void in front of them, blocking their path.
Dressed in fine clothes, holding a jade pipe.
If it's not the North Wind, then who is it?
A hint of amusement crossed his face.
"Hongzhong, out of consideration for our years of camaraderie, leave Li Qingyi behind and depart on your own. I can pretend I didn't see what happened today."
Behind them, the Lord of Zhenyang Tower and the Lord of Qingling City had caught up and formed a triangle, completely trapping the two in mid-air.
The violent spiritual pressure intertwined, causing the air in this area to freeze.
General Hong gently pulled Li Qingyi behind him, while he stepped forward to stand in front.
"Young Master, I'll hold off these three while you escape."
Li Qingyi felt a warmth in his heart. He hadn't expected that Hong Zhong, whom he had only known for less than a day, would risk his life to help him.
North Wind said disdainfully, "Red Center, do you overestimate yourself, or do you look down on the three of us?"
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The Lord of Zhenyang chuckled, "Li Qingyi, last time we sent Tian Sha but failed to kill you. Now, it's time for you to die."
Hong Zhong sneered, "Because I dare to fight to the death, and you don't!"
His magical power began to burn recklessly, and his fingertips rapidly formed hand seals.
A faint celestial light emanated from her body, and her aura rose at an astonishing speed.
She was actually going to burn her painstakingly cultivated immortal foundation on the spot, sacrificing her life to give Li Qingyi a chance to survive.
"Stop her!" Bei Feng's expression changed, and he shouted sharply.
"Let's do it!"
Without further hesitation, the three attacked almost simultaneously!
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