Wang Siyuan’s gaze sharpened. Before he could speak, he saw Meng Qi suddenly swing his right hand, which had been slowly rolling up his sleeve as if in jest. Meng Qi’s palm transformed into a blade, with purple lightning condensing upon it. The strike was direct, swift, and brimming with explosive force and destructive power!
Was he truly serious? Wang Siyuan could hardly believe it. Until now, whether through divination or his own understanding of Meng Qi’s thoughts, there had been no sign of abnormality whatsoever.
There had been no precursor to an attack, no emotional fluctuation, not even the slightest hint of aggression—how could he strike so suddenly?
From the moment Meng Qi had entered, he had already been fully activating his Eight-Ninths, concealing his inner landscape while his Yuan Shen sat centrally, suppressing the orifices of his internal organs with the will of Primordial Beginning. This masked all subtle physical and emotional changes that might have betrayed his intent. Thus, this palm strike came as a complete surprise, like thunderclap in utter silence.
The distance between them was merely the width of a table. As soon as the palm blade slashed out, it was already upon Wang Siyuan.
Crack!
Purple lightning exploded, surging through the air. Yet Wang Siyuan’s figure flickered indistinctly, seemingly unaffected. Meng Qi’s palm strike missed entirely, as though the Wang Siyuan before him were merely an illusion.
The sound, the aura, the sensation—all were present here. How could it be an illusion?
He was clearly right here, so why couldn’t he be hit?
Under normal circumstances, such a bizarre incident would be enough to startle and disorient anyone, stirring chaotic thoughts and compelling them to seek answers frantically, convinced they had fallen prey to an illusion. However, Meng Qi had once experienced the phenomenon of “so near yet worlds apart”—where extreme closeness felt like infinite distance. Though taken aback, he did not relent in his attack in the slightest. His palm blade twisted midair, the violet lightning swirling rapidly, hurling nearby objects outward and unleashing bolts of electricity in all directions.
Crackling and popping, amidst the flashes of lightning, Wang Siyuan’s figure flickered continuously, appearing and disappearing intermittently, yet still not struck. He hadn’t even been forced into counterattack, sitting calmly as before!
Just a hair’s breadth off, always just a hair’s breadth off… A feeling of futility abruptly surged in Meng Qi’s heart.
Was this Wang family’s “the One That Escapes” technique? Or had he foreseen Meng Qi’s actions in advance? As these thoughts raced through his mind, Meng Qi had already made his decision. He opened all the acupoints on his body, and the illusory forms of stars, golden crows, and others returned to the myriad heavens. The myriad heavens began to regress, turning dim and dark, forming a chaotic primordial state—the beginning preparation for creation itself.
In this chaotic and dazed state, Meng Qi once again wielded his palm like a blade, unleashing a furious strike at Wang Siyuan. The purple lightning transformed into countless blade-shaped bolts of electricity, surging forth like a torrential downpour, engulfing everything in its path!
Wang Siyuan’s expression remained unchanged, but he no longer sat still. His right hand bent into a sword-finger, pointing toward a specific spot within the storm of electric blades.
Puh!
The blade-shaped lightning vanished. Meng Qi’s palm strike once again missed by the narrowest of margins, not even grazing the hem of Wang Siyuan’s robe.
But Meng Qi was not alarmed—in fact, he was delighted. Forcing Wang Siyuan to take action meant that his own internal transformation into a state of chaos and obscurity had been effective. At the very least, it had severed Wang Siyuan’s previous divination and foresight. Now, was Wang relying solely on his “Kan Xu Sword Method” and “the One That Escapes”?
Then from now on, it would be a matter of speed—so fast that he couldn’t break through, couldn’t evade, couldn’t escape!
Meng Qi expanded his palm strike technique, his right hand soaring with purple lightning, demonstrating the profound mystery of velocity. If there were an Awakened here, they would certainly be unable to track his right hand. Only after being struck would a purple glow appear in their pupils.
Wang Siyuan’s figure drifted, allowing the palm strike to miss yet again by a hair’s breadth. His right hand bent into a sword-finger, stabbing toward Meng Qi’s wrist, forcing him to interrupt his follow-up movement.
Faced with this situation, Wang Siyuan gradually lost his initial slight surprise, his expression subtly turning frenzied, as if challenging Meng Qi to create something unexpected once more!
Not fast enough yet? Meng Qi murmured inwardly, his expression turning solemn and solemn. Suddenly, he stood up and slashed downward with his palm blade, as if lightning had flashed and vanished in an instant!
The surrounding darkness and chaos were suddenly split by a thin line of light, bisected in an instant. This palm strike, unstoppable and capable of cleaving heaven and earth, slashed toward Wang Siyuan with overwhelming momentum and speed.
Even “the One That Escapes” is but a part of heaven and earth, a part of the Dao!
As the palm blade approached, Wang Siyuan’s figure flickered continuously, but this time, there was no longer that previous sense of emptiness and illusion, no longer that feeling of complete nonexistence.
His aura suddenly changed, his entire being seemingly transforming into the most discordant presence in heaven and earth—the antithesis of the Dao itself. With a completely law-defying, crooked and twisted sword-finger, he pointed at an indistinct spot in midair.
Suddenly, Meng Qi felt as though both he and Wang Siyuan had been rejected by the entire universe itself. He could no longer connect to natural forces or weave the principles of the Dao. His “Creation-Sundering” technique became hollow and powerless, no longer possessing the overwhelming strength to cleave through everything. Though his downward slash remained fast, it was now merely an ordinary blade strike!
Wang Siyuan took a half-step backward, narrowly avoiding the strike. His robe fluttered slightly from the blade’s residual energy—the first sign of disruption since the fight began!
Seizing the opportunity, Meng Qi pressed forward with relentless momentum. His back arched, making his figure appear even taller. His inner world and myriad forms instantly coalesced into chaos, and his palm blade struck once more—its force nearly concentrated to a single point, like a colossal mountain collapsing, causing the void itself to resonate with a deep, thunderous roar.
This was one of the techniques of the Jade Emptiness Clear Origin Blade Method, derived from the principle of “All Things Returning to Emptiness”!
Meng Qi had combined his mastery of the essence of lightning and blade techniques into this strike, making it both a divine punishment with unerring accuracy and an attack of terrifying power.
“Break!”
With a thunderous shout, Meng Qi seemed like a lightning deity executing divine judgment, slashing toward Wang Siyuan with immense weight and speed.
His power converged into a single point, the power of heaven and earth focused into one. Before the blade, the void seemed to dim and cave in, emitting a terrifying suction force that pulled Wang Siyuan, who had just barely evaded “Creation-Sundering,” helplessly toward the blade’s edge, causing him to miss the optimal moment for evasion!
With no choice, Wang Siyuan once again thrust his earlier sword-finger, rejecting the Dao’s principles, overturning heaven and earth. The natural forces that had gathered at that point vanished, and the suction force greatly diminished.
But Meng Qi remained unchanged. His muscles bulged, and his thunderous shout continued:
“Break!”
Wang Siyuan bent his left fingers, tracing the Taiji pattern to redirect the force.
Bang!
Blade and sword collided. Wang Siyuan’s entire body trembled. Cracks spread across the ground beneath his feet, and his left index and middle fingers turned red and swollen.
You may sever my connection to the outer universe, leaving me with only my own power—but this is precisely where I excel! Meng Qi laughed heartily, withdrawing his palm blade and sitting back down.
If this continued, neither would be able to restrain themselves, and the collateral damage from their battle would destroy nearby formations, spreading outward and causing innocent deaths. As it was now, even the black and white Go stones on the table remained undisturbed.
Therefore, Meng Qi stopped while he was ahead, having barely managed to land a blow on that “Wang fortune-teller.”
Wang Siyuan coughed violently a few times, shook his left hand, and sat back down. His eyes gleamed with a hidden fervor, as if savoring Meng Qi’s ability to break through his calculations and “the One That Escapes.”
He glanced at Meng Qi and said indifferently, “If I were you, I wouldn’t strike again.”
What did he mean? Meng Qi furrowed his brows.
I know you have many hidden techniques, but I haven’t used my full strength either. From a significant gap to now, where you’ve barely managed a slight advantage through surprise is already something to be proud of!
Besides, my potential surpasses yours!
Meng Qi did not respond, instead asking, “May I ask what important matter it was that brought me here, Master Wang?”
Wang Siyuan picked up a Go stone: “I just want to ask you one question.”
“Tsk, even Master Wang has something he can’t calculate and must ask me about?” Meng Qi sneered.
Wang Siyuan replied calmly, “The monk Kongwen was previously trapped by Han Guang within a fragment of time-space, correct?”
Huh? Meng Qi was slightly startled. This Wang fortune-teller actually knew about this?
He hadn’t publicized this matter himself, only stating that Han Guang and Tai Li had jointly trapped Abbot Kongwen, without mentioning the time or location.
Wang Siyuan placed the Go stone down and began to rise: “You don’t need to answer. I already know the answer.”
His eyes briefly displayed a complex emotion, but it vanished instantly.
This mystical, fortune-telling weirdo should be beaten again… Meng Qi was puzzled and gritted his teeth.
However, the reason Meng Qi had come in the first place was not only to hear what Wang Siyuan had to say and take the opportunity to strike him, but also for another purpose. At this moment, he didn’t ask further questions, clearing his throat and said: “Master Wang, please stay a moment. Since you’ve asked me one question, I should also ask you one in return. Only then can we consider our karmic debts settled.”
“What is it?” Wang Siyuan sat back down.
Meng Qi’s expression turned troubled: “I’ve inherited the Thunder God’s legacy and am being pursued by the Su Nu Sect. There’s a saying: ‘A thief may hide for a thousand days, but a guard cannot remain vigilant for a thousand days.’ One slight misstep, and I’ll fall into their trap. I wonder if Master Wang has any good strategies to resolve this matter?”
Although the Thunder God’s karmic matter still had three years before its deadline, Meng Qi dared not be careless. While diligently cultivating, he had been pondering this issue.
To find disciples of the Su Nu Sect, mingling among the heterodox sects, it wasn’t hard to uncover clues. Many major sects also had corresponding leads, but most of them were merely peripheral members who lacked the qualifications to enter the Su Nu Immortal Realm. They didn’t even know which direction the entrance faced, making them useless for infiltration.
Therefore, Meng Qi decided to seek advice from this “Wang fortune-teller” using another pretext. The Jiangdong Wang Clan’s history was far older than the Su Nu Sect’s, and perhaps they knew something about the Su Nu Immortal Realm.
Of course, he absolutely couldn’t reveal his true intentions, or he might be toyed with to death by this “Wang fortune-teller” without even knowing how he died.
Wang Siyuan fiddled with the Go piece and coughed lightly a few times: “With your potential, if you simply lay low safely for a few years until you become a Grandmaster, you’ll gain the leverage to negotiate. Then, you can freely wield a peerless divine blade, obtain the complete inheritance of the Overlord’s Six Cuts and the Divine Thunder Nine Annihilations, and even receive a manifestation of the Mystic Maiden as your lover.”
If I hide for a few years, I’ll be dead… Meng Qi shook his head without hesitation:
“No, in that case, my reputation will be ruined.”
Reputation… Though Wang Siyuan didn’t lose his composure, his eyes clearly said, “Shameless.”
He placed the Go stone down: “Other than that, there’s no other way. Even if you have high-level experts like the monk Kongwen behind you, you must first locate the Su Nu Immortal Realm to implement the strategy of removing the firewood from under the cauldron.”
“So difficult to find the Su Nu Immortal Realm?” Meng Qi had been waiting for this question.
Wang Siyuan coughed continuously, finally saying after a long pause: “The Su Nu Immortal Realm was created from a part of the Nine Heavens Xuan Nu’s Nine Heavens. It is extremely mysterious, and no one knows where it lies in this world.”
“The Nine Heavens?” Meng Qi furrowed his brows.
So the Su Nu Immortal Realm was actually a part of the ancient heavenly court?
Wang Siyuan didn’t answer further. He gave Meng Qi a half-smiling, half-serious glance, as if seeing through his thoughts, then slowly stood up and walked away.
Meng Qi’s heart tightened. He immediately clasped his hands behind his back and stepped outside, his mind filled with thoughts of the Su Nu Immortal Realm.
If it was connected to the ancient heavenly court, could there be clues there?
But even the Xuantian Sect knew little about the ancient heavenly court. The only two people with relatively clear knowledge were his adversaries.
He certainly couldn’t go looking for Han Guang, the “Celestial Emperor.” Could he possibly seek out that bewitching girl Gu Xiaosang?
Suddenly, a child ran over from a distance, whispering: “Master, someone sent you a letter.”
A letter? Meng Qi quickly scanned it and confirmed it was safe before taking it and reading it swiftly:
“Wang Siyuan went to the back mountain of Shaolin and entered the Stone Gate.”
Wang Siyuan entered the real Stone Gate?
No wonder he asked me about Abbot Kongwen—he must have already understood something!
Was his purpose in going to the back mountain the same as Han Guang’s? Did he succeed?
How did he enter the gate? And who sent this letter?
A flood of questions surged in Meng Qi’s mind.
…
Yuan Yang and Weng Lingyu hadn’t expected their first meeting to witness the legendary Kuang Dao, so they were filled with excitement and spent a long time chatting about martial arts matters, praising his legendary experiences.
Suddenly, Weng Lingyu sighed: “I wonder if the senior will come?”
Senior? Yuan Yang was momentarily stunned, as the image of that elder who had guided them surfaced in his mind.
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