Xingluo (1)

In the distance of Xingluo Cliff were the endless green mountains. In the rain, more than a hundred famous cultivators were suspended in their swords, all wearing jade hairpins and red crowns with white clothes. A black veil was not even half wet in the rain, and they all stared at the man on the edge of the cliff with full vigilance.

“Ning Buwei! Hand over the Linglong bones!” A jade hairpin white clothed cultivator, atop his sword in the air, heartbrokenly said, “Under such circumstances, you still don’t know how to repent!”

“Devil! You killed 17 inner disciples of my sect, today we will never let the matter go!”

“Ning Buwei! Behind you is the Xingluo Cliff, and beyond is the dark territory, you have nowhere to escape!” Someone said angrily, “Still not quickly surrendering yourself up!”

The roaring waves in the Endless River rolled westward, the bottom of the turbid river water could not be seen, thunder roared under the pitch black sky, blue and white lightning tore the sky, illuminating the flowers on the side of the Xingluo Cliff like a burning sea of fire.

“It’s nothing more than just a piece of broken bone. Is it worth you all to stir a big battle?” The man stood on the edge of a steep cliff and casually threw the box in his hand, causing everyone to choke.

“I also neither want to give it away for free.” He smiled contemptuously, and with a flip of his wrist, the black sandalwood box drew a beautiful arc in the rain.

“Stop!”

“Ning Buwei!”

“You devil is guilty of a crime for which even death cannot atone!”

Countless cultivators rushed to the edge of the Xingluo Cliff in an attempt to obstruct it, but they were blocked by an invisible barrier. Apparently, a large formation had been set up here already, and those who had the intention to collide with spiritual power to break the formation would be sucked into the formation in the next moment, and instantly would turn into a dry corpse and become the great formation’s nourishment.

“Boy, you dare!”

An old and majestic voice resounded through the sky, and the powerful voice swept from the Xingluo Cliff across the entire Xinzhou in an instant. Countless cultivators were shocked and one after another looked to the west.

Just as they were surprised and wondered which patriarch in the seventeen states was furious, however, when they heard the three words Ning Wujin, in an instant, a thought of stopping to watch the fun, and wishing to run as far as possible for a moment surfaced.

There was an ice-cold drizzle floating in the sky, and an endless red was shrouded in hazy water vapor. The man in black clothes by the cliff stood with his hands behind his back, his crow-like long hair was tied behind his head by an extremely disproportionate blue snow ribbon, and the autumn wind blew the hem of his clothes with a whistling sound.

The Suzaku ring headed sword’s blade buzzed to contend, and countless souls of the dead turned into a dark mist and surrounded the blade, emitting a shrill and unwilling screams, which was horrifying.
(TL: ring head is probably from this ?The ring-headed knife (with a metal ring at the end of the handle) is a very representative type of weaponry in the long Chinese civilization.)

The Suzaku Sword, which made countless people in the seventeen states tremble in fear upon hearing of it, was casually trampled underfoot. Ning Buwei looked at the old man with white beard and hair in the distance, and smiled carelessly. “Why dare not?”

The old man let out a loud roar, he held out an Eight Treasure Linglong Pagoda in his palm. The pagoda surged by more than a hundred times in an instant, and crashed into the sky above the formation, “Evil heretics! Today, this old man will meet you for a while!” (TL: clash or fight)

“Your Holiness, wait a minute!” Someone among the cultivators hastily stopped him, “This is the Xingluo Cliff, and the bottom of the cliff is the dark territory. Suppose making a careless move resulting in overall failure, we, along with that extremely conceited child will fall into the dark territory! Your Holiness, please think twice!”

After this persuasion, several people came forward.

“Your Holiness, Linglong bone has now entered the dark territory. This matter needs to be considered carefully before making a decision, you must not lower yourself to his level here!”

“The Endless River passes through the two prefectures of Zhongzhou, please think again, Your Holiness!”

The white-haired old man scolded angrily, “You younger generations! Cravenly cling to life instead of braving death! If such a demon is not eliminated, in the future, it will be a great catastrophe!”

“Ning Buwei!” Someone yelled angrily, “The southwest Xun Prefecture is irreconcilable with two prefectures because your Ning family ravaged creatures completely destroyed the spiritual veins! Five hundred years of unjust souls have ravaged the seventeen states, and your Ning family is the chief culprit!”

“You have committed countless murders, and your body is billowed with grievances. Now the Chongzheng Alliance is here to enforce justice on behalf of Heaven! Demon, we’ll take your life quickly!”

A young man dived down with his sword, pinched his hand to form a technique which dazzled the eyes, golden light shot up into the sky protecting his body, and three jade green long swords behind his back led the thunder down. The long swords bringing thunder rose a strong gust of wind, full of killing intent, and were charging straight towards Ning Buwei!

(t/n: Pinching Jue (pinching the hand), pronounced qia ju , a Chinese term, refers to the joints of other fingers pinched with the thumb when monks and Taoists recite mantras.)

“Chu Li! Come back!” Someone behind the young man couldn’t stop him, thus he could only use his sword to assist, but it was too late.

The Suzaku Sword was not yet out of its sheath, and Ning Buwei, while standing in place, only swept his long sleeves. Before Chu Li got close, the whole person exploded with a loud crash. Blood mist pervaded in the rain, mixed in the rainwater and drip by drip, fell down onto the petals, leaving behind dark color patches.

“Garish.” Ning Buwei commented with some disdain, and smiled contemptuously, “You all are ants, death is not a pity.” (TL: their death is not or will not be regrettable; their death is not or will not be a cause for regret)

“Go!” Some of the cultivators saw that the situation was not good and wanted to retreat, but it was too late, the terrifying formation had already spread to their feet without knowing it. At once, sounds of panic came. “This formation is alive! Ah! Ahhh–”

“Arrogant child, I’ll take your life!” The white-haired old man shouted angrily, the pagoda suddenly plummeted down, making the color of the sky and the earth to suddenly change.

Ning Buwei’s Suzaku Sword trembled violently in an instant under his foot, and the mournful screams of the ferocious wronged souls resounded throughout the Xingluo Cliff. Black mist spread in the rain, like thick ink dripping into clear water, which scattered in all directions, and instantly swept everyone in.

The long sword with cold light cut across the gorgeous blackish red, and the crimson color suddenly exploded in the hazy mist.

For a moment, screams echoed one after another, and the hazy mist of blood spread in the sky and covered the land as it filled and pervaded the air. The slightly cool autumn rain carrying blood mist poured down like heavy rain and fell among the blooming flowers on the other side like wildfire.

The Endless River originated from Yizhou, Zhen prefecture in the east, passes through Zhongzhou from east to west, and crashes into the dark territory Xingluo Cliff in Xinzhou, Yudui Prefecture.

Black clouds billowed on Xingluo Cliff, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. This battle lasted 7749 days, and the surrounding mountains and spiritual veins were destroyed, and Xingluo Cliff fell into the dark realm.

The Endless River, which flowed from east to west, flowed backwards for a hundred days, when Chu Linyuan, the patriarch of Wushi, came out of his seclusion, and the gentleman’s unsheathed sword broke through the mountains and rivers with force, only then did the Endless River resumed its flow, sparing the people that were in extreme hardship in the seven states along the river.

In the battle of Xingluo Cliff, the 513 people from 120 sects of the Chongzheng Alliance, none of them survived. The soul lamps in the sects were completely extinguished, countless geniuses fell, and each big clan’s elders cried and mourned.

And Ning Buwei, the great demon who had dominated the cultivation world for nearly five hundred years and disturbed the peace of the seventeen states, had disappeared since then.

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Under the cold white sky, and under the howling of the chilly wind, the autumn rain continued pattering down. The withered yellow weeds stood swaying in the wind, and the air was filled with the damp, sticky blood smell.

Not far away, the turbid water river nearby slapped violently against the jagged stones on the bank, and a few crows taking shelter from the rain perched on the dry branches, squawking hoarsely at the foot of the tree.

On the pile of rubble laid a young man with tattered clothes.

He looked only in his early twenties. His appearance was young, and extraordinarily good-looking. Even with his eyes tightly closed, the sparse madness between his brows couldn’t be concealed, which made the person difficult to approach.

Half of this person’s body was soaked in blood stains, especially his right arm, which had turned into a white bone with dripping flesh and blood. The crows on the tree not only wanted to eat the rotten meat, even their scarlet black eyeballs rolled with greed. However, it seemed that they’re afraid of something and dared not approach.

Ning Buwei woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the blood in the bottom of his eyes hadn’t yet faded. Immediately afterwards, the severe pain all over his body caused him to cough out. Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, soaked down his chin to his temples, and soaked through the tail of the blue snow ribbon.

The cold rain hit his face, which brought back his somewhat disorganized sanity.

It turns out he didn’t die.

Ning Buwei stared at the gray-white sky, and slowly curled up the corners of his mouth. The smile on his face gradually expanded in the rain, and finally he laughed out loud.

Heavens did not kill him, Ning Buwei!

What Wushi Sect, what Chongzheng Alliance, what promising young person Chu family’s His Holiness Nanshu, this group of sanctimonious and greedy bastards! Not all of them have lost their lives by his hand yet! All the flying and scattered souls turned into the nutrients of the Suzaku Sword!

The frenzied laughter frightened the crows on the tree that were about to have a feast, they fluttered their wings and flew away in panic.

Ning Buwei’s laughter gradually stopped, and his handsome face was gloomy and terrifying. Sooner or later, he will kill all these hypocrites! Slaughter the Wushi Sect and wipe out the Chongzheng Alliance! Especially those bastards surnamed Chu!

Thinking of this, Ning Buwei’s blood stained eyes were full of murderous intent, however, he laid motionless on the harsh gravel beach.

He attempted to mobilize the spiritual power in the dantian to heal his wounds, but found that the dantian was dry, with no spiritual power at all. He tried again not believing it to be true, but the result was the same every time.

His 500-year hard work of cultivation dissipated in one fell swoop!

Anger welled up in his heart, Ning Buwei was so angry that he vomited a mouthful of dirty blood.

It must be that old thing Nanshu, that has done this!

It’s a pity that His Holiness Nanshu had long been turned into the nourishment of the Suzaku Sword with his soul scattered. Ning Buwei was most fond of making people die without a whole body. At this moment, it’s not even possible to whip the corpse.

Ning Buwei licked his teeth vigorously, and a bloody smell filled his mouth. He habitually offered sacrifices to the Suzaku Sword, but as a result, the weight in his hand was empty. He raised his arm to take a closer look. His precious ring headed sword now had only ‘head’ left, lying alone in his palm.

Suzaku–Ning Buwei let out a mournful cry in his heart, he was barely able to breathe and almost died.

This was simply a greater blow than the loss of his cultivation.

The whole body of his natal magic weapon, Shi Wu, was broken into pieces, and Ning Buwei’s trembling palm, which was almost left with only a skeleton, pieced together a small half, while the larger half of Suzaku Sword’s body was nowhere to be found.

Ning Buwei was lying on his back on the rocky beach, the joy of surviving a desperate situation had turned into a bleak miserable situation.

He lost his cultivation, Suzaku was shattered, and he was seriously injured and couldn’t move. He stared at the protruding dead tree branches above his head, where a withered yellow leaf was struggling in the autumn wind.

Ning Buwei looked at the leaf, coughed up another mouthful of blood, and after a while, a mournful laugh broke out.

Linglong bone.

He tried his best to steal the exquisite bone from the Chongzheng Alliance. Mortals could use it to reshape the foundation of life and death, flesh and blood and live forever. Cultivators could use it to skyrocket their cultivation overnight and directly break the void and ascend.

The group of sanctimonious and self-proclaimed righteous hypocrites fought endlessly. In the end, no one could grab it, so they thought of a stupid confession. In the end, he was taken advantage, him Ning Buwei!

How could he just throw away such a good treasure.

Ning Buwei’s body had long since lost sensation. With some difficulty, he raised his arms, stretched towards his clothes, and pulled out the exquisite bone with his flesh and blood bone claws–

The treasure that can make him soar instantly!

Ning Buwei brought the treasure to his eyes for a closer look.

“Wah!”

A clear cry of a baby resounded through the river bank, startling the birds on the river bank, and echoed in the empty valley.

The great demon Ning Buwei, who committed all kinds of atrocities and disasters, the ecstatic expression on his face cracked at once.