NOVEL NEXT Chapter 143
Chapter 143
The first voice was filled with obvious resentment and hostility, while the second was slightly calmer but still carried a sense of obsession. The identity of the second voice was unclear to many, but the first was instantly recognizable. The one who had his limbs severed on Mount Emei by the Little Immortal—who else could it be but the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian, who had dominated the Sui Dynasty for two hundred years?
The Quanzhen Seven felt their hearts tremble. A Land Immortal had truly descended upon Quanzhen! And from the looks of it, there was more than one! In that moment, they understood the sequence of events. The Western Venom Ouyang Feng was merely a pawn, used to test whether Ning Changge was truly present. The real threat lay with these two Land Immortals.
Looking at Ouyang Feng’s lifeless body, the crowd was filled with complex emotions. One of the Song Dynasty’s Five Greats, yet before these exalted Land Immortals, he was nothing more than a pawn to be manipulated at will. Indeed, beneath the Land Immortals, all were ants.
Even Wang Chongyang fell silent. If he were in Ouyang Feng’s position, he would fare no better. For the first time, he felt an unprecedented desire for power. Now that his source injury was healed and his lifespan ample, he believed that one day he too would reach the Land Immortal realm.
The crowd’s emotions were turbulent, but Ning Changge remained as calm and serene as ever. During his lecture, he hadn’t released his spiritual sense. As soon as Ouyang Feng appeared, his Spirit God had already enveloped Mount Zhongnan. Xiang Yutian and the Golden Wheel’s movements were clear to him. He even noticed a white-robed heroine and a young girl rushing over from the other side of the mountain—likely Lin Chaoying and Li Mochou. They must have heard the commotion from the Tomb of the Living Dead and come to investigate.
But Ning Changge paid them no mind. He simply turned his gaze to the two figures who had suddenly appeared in the Daoist hall.
He was already familiar with Xiang Yutian. They had met once on Mount Emei through the spiritual sword, where Ning Changge had severed his limbs, leaving him like a human swine. Now, Xiang Yutian appeared before him, pale but with all limbs intact and his aura stable. Compared to their last encounter on Mount Emei, he seemed no worse off.
The other was a tall, thin young monk in a yellow robe, his aura slightly strange but undoubtedly at the Land Immortal level. Ning Changge hadn’t initially recognized him, but the monk introduced himself, and Ning Changge was slightly surprised.
“The Golden Wheel Dharma King?”
He quickly realized that the Golden Wheel was likely connected to the unnamed monk from the Secret Sect who had visited Wudang.
“Do you two think you can kill me?” Ning Changge asked with a faint smile, as if he didn’t take the two before him seriously. Two Land Immortals together were not simply a matter of one plus one equaling two, and this was why the Evil Emperor dared to come again.
The Quanzhen disciples were captivated by Ning Changge’s composure, his calm confidence soothing their anxiety.
Xiang Yutian snorted coldly, fixing his gaze on the young Daoist before him. Strictly speaking, this was his first time seeing Ning Changge. Last time, the young Daoist hadn’t even appeared, yet three spiritual swords had severed his limbs, leaving a lasting shadow.
If not for the Secret Sect seeking cooperation, he would never have agreed. Most importantly, he had learned that Wudang’s Zhang Sanfeng had ascended to the Earth Immortal realm. If he didn’t seize this opportunity to catch Ning Changge alone, revenge might never be possible once he returned to Wudang.
“You severed my limbs last time. I swear I won’t be human if I don’t avenge this. There’s nothing to say between us. If not for you ruining my plans and stopping me from retrieving the sword, I’d have long since returned to my peak!”
His eyes filled with killing intent. He hadn’t come to make peace. Being driven away by a junior in front of the world’s heroes was his life’s shame, far worse than his defeat by the Sword Demon a century ago. Only blood could wash it away.
The Golden Wheel Dharma King clasped his hands, his eyelids drooping slightly. “My master was buried in Wudang’s Heavenly Tomb. I wish to retrieve his remains, but given the Little Immortal’s nature, I knew you wouldn’t agree, so I had no choice but to resort to this.”
The crowd understood. He had come for his master’s remains. The Quanzhen Seven looked to Ning Changge. This wasn’t an irreconcilable hatred. If they were in his place, they might agree to the monk’s request, leaving only one enemy to deal with.
But Ning Changge simply nodded. “Your master offended Wudang. Being buried in the Heavenly Tomb was a grace.”
His meaning was clear. Ning Changge wouldn’t abandon his principles for anyone.
The Golden Wheel took a deep breath, his side seeming to roar with dragons and elephants. His once emaciated body filled out, and he solemnly said, “In that case, please instruct me, Little Immortal!”
The Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian also stepped forward, his aura exploding in an instant. Waves of demonic energy surged forth. He had cultivated the Dao Heart Planting Demon to its highest level, capable of clouding minds. Just seeing the rolling demonic clouds made the Quanzhen disciples’ faces pale, their eyes filled with discomfort.
They couldn’t help but feel nervous.
“Can the Little Immortal handle these two?”
“Though the Little Immortal severed the Evil Emperor’s limbs on Mount Emei, the two of them together are likely much stronger than before!”
“Seeing the Little Immortal’s calm demeanor, there should be no problem.”