The fifth volume is full of awe and martial arts legends Chapter 272: One calamity destroys, another calamity gives birth
Luoyang City.
In Tongtuo Lane, under the dense shade of a row of green willows, there was an inconspicuous carriage parked.
The man driving the cart was leaning against the cart frame, his face up and his eyes closed, as if he was taking a nap. He had a hat made of willow branches on his face, and he was wearing a blue shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and holding the reins in his hands.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew by, and a faint fragrance came over.
The man immediately opened his eyes and saw a woman walking out of the alley. Her long black hair was half tied up and she was also dressed simply. But under the sunlight, even though her appearance could change easily, she was still as beautiful as snow, and her every frown and smile was touching.
Facing the coachman's gaze, the woman seemed a little shy. She blinked her beautiful eyes again and again, dodged again and again, and her fair cheeks even turned red.
She had been dominating the world for many years, dominating the world, and had experienced countless life-and-death battles without ever retreating. But now her heart was pounding and she was extremely panicked.
The two people were none other than Li Muchan and Shangguan Xiaoxian.
At this moment, a little head with a bun suddenly popped out of the carriage. The little head looked around with big eyes and finally shouted in a crisp voice, "Uncle, Auntie is so pretty."
The person who spoke was a little girl, Ye'er.
The Tianxia Alliance was now unstoppable, with various factions submitting one after another. Even the likes of Xie Xiaofeng had to temporarily avoid the limelight. So, since they had decided to go to sea, they had to complete all the remaining matters before doing so.
Whether it is the Western Rakshasa Sect or the Golden Peng Dynasty, no matter how many doubts he has in his heart, he must find out one by one on this trip.
Mother Liu and Shangguan Xian'er stood not far away, one smiling with relief, the other pouting proudly.
Only after Shangguan Xiaoxian got on the carriage and watched it drive away amidst his repeated instructions did they breathe a sigh of relief with deep emotion.
Shangguan Xian'er suddenly squinted her eyes and looked at Lu Xiaojia, "Mr. Lu, do you dare to go out for a walk with me?"
Lu Xiaojia: ...
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The sky is as blue as water, and the waves are rolling.
On the vast ocean, a huge ship is sailing through the waves, no one knows where it is going.
On the boat, many figures were kneeling on the ground, worshiping a tablet together.
"The spirit tablet of my late father Qiu Xiaolou!"
It turned out that the people on this boat were actually the remnants of the Demon Cult, and they were Qiu Xiaolou's trusted subordinates and descendants.
The first person, holding a memorial tablet, bore a striking resemblance to Qiu Xiaolou, his eyes filled with tears and a face filled with hatred. He must have been awake for days, for his eyes were streaked with thin bloodshot lines, and his expression was haggard and emaciated.
The young man said hoarsely, "I will not be a human being until I have avenged this vengeance."
There was another person beside the young man, the Bronze Camel, a master of the Demon Sect who was as famous as the Golden Lion, Silver Dragon and Iron Swallow.
Hearing the words of revenge, everyone lowered their heads and few responded.
Li Muchan now possesses several peerless magical skills, making him truly invincible, not to mention the Tianxia Alliance that dominates the martial arts world. Not to mention his current world, even a hundred years ago, he would probably have been a rare opponent. For a group of stray dogs like them, revenge would be far from easy.
Not to mention that they are now in the vast ocean, and whether they can survive is another matter.
Moreover, once Qiu Xiaolou died, his skills inherited from the Jade Moving Technique also vanished. How could these people have the strength to seek revenge?
Seeing everyone's reaction, the young man frowned and shouted angrily: "You...you..."
There was a beautiful woman next to him , holding a baby girl with red lips and white teeth in her arms.
Perhaps the child was awakened by the young man's voice, his mouth suddenly pouted and he started crying "Woo wa".
The woman hurriedly coaxed softly, "Qing'er, be good, Qing'er, don't cry..."
After a while, when the child in her arms fell asleep again, the woman turned to comfort the young man, "Bubai, the most urgent thing is to find a temporary shelter. Only by surviving can we have hope of revenge. Since you are the new leader, you must prioritize the overall situation and not let down those who follow you."
Hearing the woman's words, the raging anger in the young man's eyes gradually subsided, and he lowered his gaze to his waist.
It was a knife, a crescent-shaped scimitar.
There were still traces of dried blood on the scabbard.
Qiu Xiaolou had been defeated in Luoyang before, thanks to the sect's masters who had risked their lives to retrieve the item during the chaos. But even with the magic knife in hand, he knew that seeking revenge through sheer force would be incredibly difficult.
After Li Muchan was reborn, his martial arts progress was rapid. Even if these people practiced hard for ten or twenty years, they would still not be able to catch up with him.
After a long silence, the young man suddenly said something very unusual, "He can take revenge. He is by no means invincible."
Facing the gazes of the crowd, he spoke word by word, "Bodhi Relics."
The young man took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with light. He continued in a very calm tone, "As long as I find this item, my Divine Sword Slash will be able to reach the unfathomable supreme realm. Then, when I return to the Central Plains, I'll be able to fight Li Muchan."
Tongtuo looked puzzled when he heard this. "Master, doesn't this thing only exist in Western legends? Could it be real?"
The young man said solemnly, "Of course it's real. This object is a sacred relic of our sect, once held by our founder, Venerable Ashura. It's so mysterious because it's not a medicine at all, but an extraordinary stone. Legend has it that this object fell from the sky and possesses extraordinary powers, capable of plunging one into an indescribable state of wonder, between life and death, and allowing one to experience all sorts of insights in dreams."
The group of people looked at each other in shock.
Seeing the crowd's disbelief, the young man continued, "Venerable Ashura was originally a disciple of Buddhism, but later abandoned Buddhism and turned to demonism, creating numerous unparalleled martial arts of his own. His astonishing talent was made possible by this artifact. Unfortunately, the First Ancestor encountered a powerful enemy in the Central Plains, was defeated and died, and his whereabouts are unknown. If we can find his remains, perhaps we can also find the Bodhi Relic. If I obtain this artifact, I will be able to rapidly advance my realm and reach the supreme realm."
Hearing this, Tongtuo was finally moved and murmured, "I never thought there would be such a wonderful thing in the world."
The young man said in a deep voice, "When my father first created the Divine Sword Slash, he accidentally discovered the secret letter left by the First Ancestor among the numerous ancient texts, and only then did he get a glimpse of some clues. He was unwilling to flee to the Central Plains in defeat, and even pretended to serve Bai Yujing in order to find out the whereabouts of this item."
"Master, since the first ancestor died in the Central Plains, doesn't that mean we will have no chance if we go overseas now?" someone asked hurriedly.
The young man raised his eyelids, his eyes blazing as he spoke, "No, according to Bai Yujing, the enemy our First Ancestor encountered was a master of the Zhu clan. Although he was defeated, both sides suffered heavy losses. He didn't die on the spot, but escaped overseas. This is why my father left the sea as our last resort. I believe our First Ancestor must have perished overseas."
But having said that, he looked at the vast ocean and had no confidence at all. It was really a pipe dream to want to find a corpse or retrieve a stone in this vast ocean.
The young man looked up to the sky and sighed, "I hope my father's spirit in heaven will bless me to recover the remains of the First Ancestor, find the sacred object, penetrate the supreme realm, and avenge my blood feud to vent my great hatred."
The big ship sailed away, riding the wind and breaking the waves.
At the same time, outside the Murong family's mansion in Qixingtang, Jiangnan, a man with hands that reached below his knees stopped there.
"Sword God Xie Xiaofeng's flesh and blood? Haha... Jianghu wanderer Bai San requests to see the Young Master of Qixingtang..."
Outside Luoyang, a horse-drawn carriage was heading into the mortal world and mountains and rivers, disappearing into the sunset.
