Chapter 903: The Little Red Flower Leaves the String
Back in the snowstorm at the Bridge of Helplessness, her Nanxi Sword’s chant and Chen Changsheng’s Heavenly Note Fall were rivals, but today they were companions.
And these two sword techniques both originated from Nanxi Zhai, naturally close.
The sword’s chant and the sword’s hum rose together, intertwining and shifting, their sound growing more intense and soaring until it became shrill, then faded into silence.
Not being heard didn’t mean there was no sound; it was just that the frequency of their sword vibrations was too high, exceeding the range of ordinary human hearing.
Humans couldn’t hear it, but the flower could.
As the silent soundwave struck, the little red flower suddenly halted in midair, as if stirred by a breeze, and began to sway.
Its petals trembled at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and those crystalline dewdrops were shattered into finer particles, spraying outward in all directions.
These seemingly fragile droplets actually contained the vast true essence of Bie Yanghong, along with the stark sword intent of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong. They shot forward with extreme speed, their power no less than arrows.
On the cliff terrace, only the harsh whistling of breaking air and the soft pops of ruptured membranes could be heard. The hard cliff rock and ground were riddled with countless dense, tiny holes.
Watching this scene, the onlookers were stunned into silence, their faces pale, thinking to themselves how miserable they would be if they were in the middle of it.
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The little red flower hung quietly in the air, still delicate and fragile. Because the droplets had left, it seemed slightly wilted, but far from dispersing.
Yet whether it was the sword’s chant or the sword’s hum, there would always come a moment when it stopped.
By then, what would Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong rely on to counter Bie Yanghong’s fierce attacks?
Chen Changsheng knew he couldn’t let things continue like this. With a subtle shift of his divine sense, a stone shot out from his sleeve, hurtling toward the little red flower.
It wasn’t the stone bead transformed from the Heavenly Book Stele, but a white heavenly stone deeply connected to the Heavenly Book Stele.
That white heavenly stone was perfectly round, inlaid with an extremely complex black-gold array around its edge, looking incredibly beautiful. It was the national religion’s treasured artifact—the Falling Star Stone!
Given Chen Changsheng’s current level of cultivation, he was far from able to unleash the true power of the Heavenly Book Stele, so he chose the Falling Star Stone.
In his understanding, the Falling Star Stone seemed just right for dealing with that little red flower.
A power, ancient and weathered, appeared on the cliff terrace with the Falling Star Stone.
Countless gusts of cold wind poured into the Falling Star Stone, and the gravel on the ground, which had just stopped rolling, began to move again.
Even the principles of heaven and earth around them started to warp, just as the little red flower had done earlier.
An immensely deep black hole appeared in the air, slowly growing larger.
The Falling Star Stone hung within it, emitting a faint glow like a star.
Sure enough, the little red flower didn’t advance further but lingered at the edge, as if opposing the Falling Star Stone.
If Chen Changsheng wanted to leave, he only needed to wait a moment longer to use the space channel forcibly opened by the Falling Star Stone to reach the wilderness hundreds of miles away.
But he had no intention of leaving, and at the same time, Bie Yanghong wouldn’t give him any chance.
A fist broke through the air.
The thin string tied to the little finger was pulled taut, as if forged from iron.
The little red flower moved forward with it.
That thin string passed through the black hole vortex formed by the Falling Star Stone.
With a soft snap, the string broke into two pieces.
This string had been tied to Bie Yanghong’s little finger for who knows how many years, and it hadn’t broken even on the night of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum incident. It was certainly no ordinary item.
But now, it ultimately couldn’t withstand the cutting of space and snapped.
However, the black hole vortex of the Falling Star Stone was also sliced in two by this strange string, then quickly faded.
Bie Yanghong’s fist had already arrived in front of the little red flower, directly smashing through the remnants of the black hole vortex, and came before Chen Changsheng!
What kind of fist was this, containing such terrifying power that it could directly break the space barrier formed by the national religion’s treasured artifact!
A phoenix cry rang out, and the shadow of a green tree appeared from the void.
The white ritual robe fluttered lightly as Xu Yourong unstrung her bow, grasped it in her hand, and transformed it into Tong Palace.
But Bie Yanghong’s fist came too fast; Tong Palace hadn’t even fully formed before it was shattered!
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Xu Yourong’s lips—she was injured.
Bie Yanghong’s expression remained unchanged as he pressed forward!
Watching the fist drawing closer and closer, Chen Changsheng recalled that night at the Heavenly Book Mausoleum.
That night, Bie Yanghong had been severely injured under Tianhai Sheng’s fist.
Only now did he realize that Bie Yanghong, after his severe injury, had gained some insight from it. He no longer focused all his mind on external things but had learned to condense heaven and earth into himself!
Bie Yanghong’s fist now carried a hint of Tianhai Sheng’s fist’s essence!
Compared to that night, his current level and combat power had risen to another level!
He had already been an extremely powerful sacred domain expert before, and now he could become even stronger—how could this be countered?
Bie Yanghong was right. Although Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong possessed astonishing talent, this was their first time using the combined sword technique, and they couldn’t achieve perfection.
At this point, neither the combined sword technique, nor the national religion’s treasured artifact, nor Xu Yourong could help Chen Changsheng.
Now he could only rely on his own strength to take Bie Yanghong’s fist.
How would he take it?
Chen Changsheng also used a fist.
A moment earlier, he had brought his sword back in front of him, sounding the Heavenly Note Fall.
Now, he held his sword horizontally in defense—that was the Clumsy Sword.
Then he clenched his left fist and smashed it toward Bie Yanghong’s fist.
The fist shot through the air, whistling sharply. The five stone beads on his wrist trembled incessantly, seeming immensely heavy.
An indescribably loud boom echoed across the cliff terrace, reaching dozens of miles away.
The fishermen on the Tong River boats, who hadn’t yet gotten up, turned pale and kept kowtowing, praying for the thunder to stay away.
The commotion on the cliff terrace was naturally greater.
The collision of two immense forces directly shook the ground, sinking it by about a foot. A semicircular air shield appeared briefly, then shattered, releasing countless waves of air.
A fierce wind howled. Even the nearby cultivators, who had already fled swiftly, were caught in the blast and knocked to the ground.
In the surging air waves spreading outward, a figure could be seen hurtling backward at high speed, then crashing heavily into the center of the cliff terrace hundreds of feet away.
A deep furrow appeared on the cliff terrace’s ground, as if plowed by a plow.
Chen Changsheng stood at the end of this furrow, his face pale, his expression slightly dazed, as if severely injured.
The dust settled a bit. Bie Yanghong withdrew his fist, poised to lunge, then suddenly stopped. With a wave of his right hand, he knocked away an arrow that had come from nowhere.
There stood Xu Yourong, clad in white ritual robes, holding the Tong Bow, her black hair gently drifting. A dozen or so Wu Arrows hung silently in the air, ready to strike at any moment.
This was the first time many had seen Xu Yourong like this.
Only a few knew that this was Xu Yourong’s strongest move.
If Bie Yanghong insisted on pursuing Chen Changsheng, he would inevitably face a barrage of countless Wu Arrows like a rainstorm.
Even as a sacred domain expert, he would have to consider whether it was worth it.