Cultivation Begins from Infancy - Chapter 344

Volume 3 - Chapter 69: Second Master!! - Part 3

A unified and thunderous roar erupted from the crowd of disciples.

Song Yufeng's expression softened with satisfaction. He nodded slightly before straightening up and declaring solemnly, “Then follow me down the mountain to slay the demons!”

As he spoke, he strode forward with hands clasped behind his back, leading the charge toward the bustling mortal world below.

The many instructors from Tangong Academy soared into the air, following him, while the disciples either flew or rushed down the mountain on foot. Among them were even Outer Academy disciples who had reached the Tongli Realm. Though some hesitated and attempted to hide, the majority pressed forward without hesitation, rushing toward the raging battle below the mountain.

From a clear pool atop the mountain, the water suddenly surged with violent waves. A brilliant blue Water Qilin leapt out, bringing with it a biting cold as it charged down the mountain.

...

In front of the Divine General Mansion, Li Tiangang and Ji Qingqing had fled to this location. Turning back, they saw that the demons and monsters that had once been outside the city now swarmed its walls, locked in fierce combat with the soldiers.

Amid the chaotic throng of demons, some broke through the defenses and poured into the city, wreaking havoc wherever they went.

Qingzhou City, which had flourished for a thousand years, now lay engulfed in flames and destruction as the protective formation was torn apart, giving the impression of a city on the brink of collapse.

Li Tiangang's gaze wavered momentarily. Never had he imagined that Qingzhou City, the place he had known so well since childhood—a city of grandeur and prosperity—would one day face such a scene: raging fires, demons filling the skies, and citizens fleeing for their lives through the streets.

Who could... save them from this catastrophe?

He stood dazed until his wife’s voice brought him back to reality. “Tiangang, you oversee the situation. I’ll go kill the demons!”

Ji Qingqing gave Li Tiangang a lingering look before gripping her Taiyuan Sword tightly and charging toward the demon kings within the city.

Li Tiangang shook off his daze and quickly rushed into the Divine General Mansion. He needed to rally the descendants of the Li family who had arrived via the secret path from Huai River and prepare to reshape the ancestral skeleton for a final stand.

At this last critical moment, as the true dragon of the Li family, it was his duty to protect everything, even if it cost him his life!

...

As Li Tiangang entered the Divine General Mansion, on the city wall, Feng Lingxiao was closing in rapidly on Li Qingzheng. The distance between the two shrank with each passing moment.

“Stop!!”

Li Xiaoran roared furiously. He infused his sword techniques into his movement skills, but Feng Lingxiao, noticing this, chose not to pursue Li Xiaoran. Instead, he focused entirely on Li Qingzheng.

Among the two brothers, the fifth brother’s movement techniques were slightly inferior.

Swoosh!

Li Xiaoran swung his blade, sending a beam of sword light hurtling toward Feng Lingxiao. However, as soon as it entered Feng Lingxiao’s Dao Domain, it burned away and dissipated before it could travel a hundred meters.

“Old Fifth, run!!”

Li Xiaoran’s anxiety erupted in a desperate shout.

Seeing Feng Lingxiao closing the gap, Li Qingzheng’s expression grew grim. Yet, his gaze soon steadied with a cold resolve. Instead of fleeing into the city, he charged directly toward the oncoming demon horde.

He understood that at the current pace of pursuit, retreating into the city would only lead to death. With no other options, he decided to kill as many demons as he could before meeting his end.

“Third Brother, it looks like this is where we end,” Li Qingzheng said calmly.

Li Xuanli, whose spirit was attached to him, spoke with a faint, tired smile. His soul was burning and had weakened considerably. “Indeed. A pity we couldn’t kill two more demon kings before the end—only these lesser demons.”

“Next life, then. If there is one,” Li Qingzheng replied. Without hesitation, he plunged into the sea of demons, carving a massive, blood-soaked path through them.

Feng Lingxiao reached him in an instant, raising the Profound Universe Pagoda to smash him to oblivion, body and soul!

But at that moment, a terrifying fist aura descended with immense force, shaking the Profound Universe Pagoda and diverting its trajectory slightly.

Li Muxiu, covered in blood, arrived at the scene. His robes were torn and tattered, his arms appeared to have been pulled beyond their limits, and blood seeped continuously from his wounds. The Sacred Heart Treasure he held was now entirely stained red.

“Second Brother!”

Li Qingzheng’s eyes widened in shock as he saw Li Muxiu. Prepared to face death, his resolve was shaken.

“Go! Join Old Fourth and reshape the ancestral body!” Li Muxiu coughed up a mouthful of blood and sent a swift sound transmission. “I’ll hold them off!”

His face was flushed red as his internal energy surged uncontrollably. Hearing Li Xiaoran’s earlier call, he had forced himself to rush over, even in his heavily injured state.

Li Qingzheng, seeing Li Muxiu’s battered form, felt his heart ache as though it would shatter. His eyes reddened, but he gritted his teeth and fled toward the city.

“Second Brother…”

Li Xuanli, watching Li Muxiu’s back, felt a deep sorrow. It was impossible for someone at half-step Dao Realm to hold off two Supreme Dao Realm opponents.

“You won’t escape!”

Feng Lingxiao roared in fury, spreading his Dao Domain in an attempt to envelop Li Qingzheng.

But at that moment, Li Muxiu’s Dao Domain expanded abruptly, clashing violently against Feng Lingxiao’s and shielding Li Qingzheng.

“What are you doing, Long Jue Shen?!”

Feng Lingxiao bellowed angrily as Long Jue Shen arrived. His face was equally grim, but instead of responding to Feng Lingxiao’s outburst, he turned his fury toward Li Muxiu. As a Supreme Dao Realm cultivator, Long Jue Shen had failed to kill Li Muxiu earlier and had even allowed him to escape—a disgraceful outcome.

Boom!

Long Jue Shen wielded the Ten Extremes Sword, summoning an overwhelming array of sword shadows that merged into one radiant slash. The most powerful of these strikes surged toward Li Muxiu.

Li Muxiu roared, throwing a punch infused with his half-step Invincible Fist technique. For a fleeting moment, his Dao Domain seemed imbued with invincibility, and he managed to suppress Long Jue Shen’s sword strike.

However, the backlash from suppressing such a powerful attack caused Li Muxiu’s face to flush even redder. Blood filled his eyes, and veins bulged as he endured the strain.

“Kill him!”

Feng Lingxiao joined the fray, attacking in tandem with Long Jue Shen.

The combined might of the two Supreme Dao Realm cultivators shook the heavens and the earth. Without the aid of a formation, Li Muxiu struggled to keep up. Their blows shattered divine light, their force rippling through the battlefield and drawing the attention of everyone in Qingzhou City.

Even the citizens, huddled in terror within the city, felt the battle’s shockwaves reverberate through the air.

Onlookers from the Li family could only watch in grief and helplessness. Li Muxiu, a half-step Dao Realm cultivator, was fighting two Supreme Dao Realm enemies alone. Despite their respect and admiration, their attacks were useless against the Dao Domains at play—like dust in a storm.

Li Muxiu coughed up another mouthful of blood, staining his already tattered robe. His energy was exhausted, and the strain on his body caused blood to seep from his nose, mouth, and even ears.

Though he had long since depleted his Undying Force, Li Muxiu fought on through sheer willpower, even as his veins shattered and his meridians broke apart.

His blood-soaked eyes began to blur. Through his hazy vision, the rising sun pierced the darkness, its light warm but almost painfully bright.

“I’m so tired...”

He muttered inwardly, memories flashing through his mind like fleeting shadows. His father’s harsh rebukes echoed faintly: “You’ll never amount to anything, Muxiu.”

His lips curled into a bitter smile. He had indeed brought shame to his ancestors today.

As his body teetered on the brink of collapse, he recalled his elder brother, who had perished outside Tianmen Pass, his soul fading into oblivion.

Tears mixed with the blood filling his eyes. In his mind, fragmented images danced—an estranged lover, a boy fishing by a quiet lake, and an old friend...

“Second Master!!!”

Suddenly, a roar like a landslide or tidal wave echoed from the distant sky. It carried the force of a hundred thousand thunderclaps, surging toward them like a storm. The sound swept over the entire Qingzhou City, resonating through the war-torn cityscape, shaking it to its very core...

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