Chapter 7: The Wrath of Mortals
Young man! Are you there?
I? I am also fine!
When the Son of Heaven is enraged, blood flows like a river; when a common man is enraged, blood splatters five paces; when an ordinary person is enraged, it marks the end for the immortal
Prior to this, he had always believed that the so-called ancestral Five Thunder True Method talisman given to him by the sick wandering sorcerer (a fraud) he once saved was a counterfeit
The reason he did not keep the flying sword circling around him like his senior brother is that, on one hand, it conserves magical power, and on the other hand, his cultivation level is not sufficient to maintain the floating flight of the flying sword.
"You, with the surname Li, certainly have quite a lot of audacity!"
Junior apprentice! Junior apprentice!
The pendant at the bottom of the red line is a jade Pixiu, also known as jade to ward off evil. The orange glow gradually fades, returning to its original jade texture. Upon closer inspection, the surface of this jade Pixiu is engraved with intricate lines and mysterious runes, making it not just an ornament, but also a talisman.
The faint blue smoke was immediately dispersed by a strong wind
The violet-blue electric light flashed and vanished, leaving an unusual burnt odor lingering in the air
Moreover, with just a single flying sword from the senior brother, it is sufficient to ensure the safety of both individuals
The senior brother of the Star Picking Pavilion surveyed the area where his junior brother had just been, somewhat incredulously. Apart from some charred fabric remnants, there was a small black flag haphazardly thrown on the ground, obtained from the hands of the evil sorcerer, as well as some indistinguishable metal fragments.
Uncle Rich
A barely audible sound emanated from Li Fugui's neck, followed by a shocking red line that swiftly circled around the surface of his neck skin.
... ...
As a result, the master of the Star Picking Pavilion, Changsun, in a fit of rage, leveled the secular Taoist temple where Li Mo was temporarily residing. This was not a sudden calamity arising from a disagreement, but rather because the woman in question was the illegitimate daughter of the temple's owner from his youth, leading to a disastrous outcome.
Having failed to seek immortality and with the sweet memory of first love fading away, under the dual blows of despair and disappointment, Li Mo returned home in silence
Caution
An urgent voice came from beside his ear, and at the same time, a tremendous force struck him violently, sending Li Mo flying two to three zhang away. After landing on the ground, he rolled over seven or eight times before finally coming to a stop
Noticing Li Xiaobai's gaze, Wu Xiangjun's delicate face flushed red. Holding the thin red thread, she gently took out the glowing object and weakly explained: "This was left to me by my mother, and I do not know it has such abilities"
As if to validate his words, he swiftly formed a spell, and an invisible shockwave instantly swept outwards in all directions
The gaze swept coldly across the entire street, like a bone-chilling wind, causing everyone to feel their hair stand on end, as if they were merely a group of cattle, sheep, and poultry awaiting slaughter in the eyes of the other party
As the sword light accelerated, Li Mo glared with blood-red eyes, raised his right hand which crackled with electric light, and roared: "Burning life! Five Thunder..."
After letting Wu Xiangjun return the green jade Pixiu pendant, Li Xiaobai lowered his voice and quietly instructed, "If there is an opportunity later, we should leave quickly"
Hehe, haha, hahahaha
The sorcerer's junior brother from the Star Picking Pavilion was furious, clearly on the brink of death yet still daring to speak recklessly, does he not fear that he will not die quickly enough
Xiang Jun
A sudden thunderous roar erupted from the flat ground, the deafening sound rendering nearly everyone within a radius of several hundred meters almost deaf.
Boom! A bolt of lightning, as thick as a barrel, shot out explosively from his hand
How could the secular Daoist temples provoke the sects of the arts, even if it were just a small sect? In a single night, they were annihilated without a trace. The woman was resolute; in order to preserve her chastity, she did not hesitate to cut her own throat with scissors, and from that moment on, her fragrance vanished and her jade form perished
Well done!
As a man, Li Xiaobai's first instinct was to protect his future wife, but he found that the young woman from the Wu family did not collapse to the ground clutching her heart like others. Instead, she was watching him intently as if nothing had happened.
As the master was struck by the Five Thunder Rites released by the talisman, resulting in the annihilation of his soul, the spirit of the flying sword dissipated significantly.
However, the master of the Star Picking Pavilion, Chang Sun, unexpectedly encountered this woman during an accidental opportunity. In a moment of impulsiveness, he attempted to take advantage of his family's status as one of the legitimate practitioners of the arts, wishing to take her as a concubine. However, unbeknownst to him, the woman already had a beloved in her heart and naturally refused to comply.
"Dalong!" his father Li Dahu shouted in despair
Until Li Dahu retired from the world and washed his hands of it, the two who were still in their prime followed him to Xiyan Town, where they concealed their identities and took on the roles of the chief steward and the second steward.
Li Mo let out a cold laugh and slightly closed his eyes, presenting his neck in readiness for slaughter
However, it was completely unexpected that the Star Picking Pavilion did not let the matter rest, and instead sought out some clues to come knocking at the door
A mere mortal is just a mere mortal! Go die!
The flying sword embedded in his left shoulder let out a soft whimper, and the sword's light quickly dimmed.
This is all the fault of hormones
For over twenty years, no one knew that the two shrewd and mean-spirited stewards of the wealthy dog owner Li family in town were actually masters of martial arts
More and more people are powerless to kneel down, their hearts filled with horror. Is this the means of the sorcerer
Seeing Li Mo holding a talisman in his hand and the arc of electricity appearing out of thin air, the senior brother from the Star Picking Pavilion felt an ominous premonition. He quickly divided his focus, urging the sword light to stab at Li Mo while simultaneously casting a defensive spell, attempting to protect his unprepared junior brother.
However, the violent lightning not only instantaneously evaporated the defensive spell of the senior brother, but also engulfed the unprepared junior brother without any hindrance
With a clang, the junior disciple, whose sword had remained sheathed, drew his flying sword, which was still a short sword measuring two feet in length, its blade pointed directly at Li Mo
Ignoring the pain in his body, he immediately got up and looked towards the position where he had originally stood, only to see the chief steward Li Fugui taking his place in front of the two Star Picking Pavilion sorcerers, holding a sharp knife and glaring angrily at them
Young Master, be careful
Several shops along the street have been reduced to ruins, among which a grotesquely charred human corpse can be faintly discerned, still retaining the reflexive gesture of raising its hand forward, as if attempting to grasp something. This seems to corroborate the overwhelming power of the spell released by the talisman.
Li Xiaobai found that he seemed to be unaffected as well. Looking around, it appeared that very few people could stand. He couldn't help but feel a surge of secret delight in his heart. Could it be because he had activated the protagonist mode?
Although the three young masters of the Li family were unaware of the glorious past of the chief steward Li Fugui and the second steward Li Mancang, they still did not regard them as mere servants, but instead respected them as elders
The story behind it is not as intricate as it seems; rather, it is somewhat melodramatic
With a thud, Li Fugui's head fell off without warning, leaving only a neatly severed neck cavity from which blood gushed out wildly
My old brother
Li Mo, known as Da Lang, returned to his home in Xiyan Town not only because he had grown disheartened after many years of fruitless searching for immortals, but also to evade disaster
It now appears that a tremendous bargain has been struck, not only successfully prompting action but also eliminating an authentic sorcerer.
The muffled groans echoed continuously on the street, and whether they were bandits or members of the Li family, everyone felt as if their hearts were being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, causing immense discomfort
During his travels, Li Mo briefly stayed at a secular Taoist temple, where he encountered a woman, and the two unexpectedly developed feelings for each other
Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, his swaying body stood proudly once more. Li Mo gazed at the two so-called righteous sorcerers, who looked down on everything, and said with a cold smile: "Heaven and Earth are indifferent, treating all things as mere fodder. If mortals are like grass dogs, then you are no different!"
Li Mo, having gone out to visit friends, fortunately escaped a calamity. However, he still witnessed the scene of the Star Picking Pavilion's master, Chang Sun, leaving the Taoist temple with his sorcerers, laughing maniacally. Upon returning to the temple, he discovered that the woman had already taken her own life. In his grief and fury, he relied on his experiences from wandering the world in search of immortals. Although he had not entered the path of sorcery, he had accumulated a wealth of peculiar experiences and devised a plan to lure a great demon, ultimately slaying the culprit behind the tragedy.
Li Xiaobai suddenly realized that the reason she was safe and sound was due to a magical object protecting her. Although it is not scientific, it is not surprising in a world filled with sorcerers and great demons.
Having failed to successfully slay his target with a single sword strike and instead accidentally hitting the accompanying vehicle, the disciple of the Zhaixing Pavilion felt no remorse; rather, his killing intent intensified. He urged the sword light to shoot towards Li Mo once more, intending to turn him into a human porcupine with stabs from all directions
Li Mo, stunned and speechless, let out a heart-wrenching roar, for he had lost yet another family member
Li Mo's laughter grew louder, and the three-foot-long Qingfeng sword that had never left his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground, producing several piercing sounds of impact. Two flying swords were embedded in his shoulder blades, one on the left and the other on the right.
Hehe, hehe!
The chief steward and the second steward of the Li residence do not share the surname Li, nor are their given names He - Tu - Shu Fu Gui and Man Cang. They are two old brothers who have followed their father, Li Da Hu, during his adventures in the world. Even in the most difficult and dangerous times, they have never betrayed him.
A man does not shed tears lightly; on one day, Li Dahu lost two brothers, which was simply heart-wrenching
However, what is most astonishing is that Li Mo's head of black hair is rapidly turning white at a visible speed, and it has even become noticeably sparse. The left hand used for forming seals is also charred and cracked.
The rogue sorcerer, who had previously been sought after by the old knife wielder and treated as an esteemed guest, is nothing more than a third-rate con artist in the underworld.
Hiss
At present, this place is either occupied by bandits or visited by sorcerers seeking revenge. He can at most flee with his future bride, Wu Xiangjun, and his second brother, Li Qing. As for the others, he can only feel helpless.
In comparison, the combat abilities of others are significantly stronger than those of these three who are quite weak in battle; if they are determined to escape, their chances of survival are relatively higher.
At the moment when I was standing there, the chief steward of the Li residence, Li Fugui, had already passed away.
When his gaze fell once again upon the young woman of the Wu family, the collar of her green skirt shimmered with an orange-red glow, and two slender red threads emerged, twisting around her delicate neck.
He immediately raised his sword light and swiftly struck towards Li Mo's neck, showing not even the slightest interest in prolonging the torment.
Those with slightly weaker constitutions directly experienced stars before their eyes, their strength drained away, weapons slipping from their hands, the sounds of clashing echoing one after another, horses whinnying in distress, unable to stand firm, and the bandits on horseback fell to the ground one after another like dumplings.
The senior brother, surrounded by flying swords for protection, spoke up: "Hmph! To us, mortals are no different from ants. Life and death are entirely at our discretion. Li Mo, you are merely a mortal; what qualifications do you have to bargain with us?"