lcionline Chapter 292 Appearing at Qianling Mausoleum
Chapter 292 Appearing at Qianling Mausoleum
"If I kill him, will you stop me?"
Zhang Xuanji turned his head slightly to look at the Spirit King standing to his left.
He responded casually, "Of course!"
The Spirit King's gaze remained fixed on Liu Lingyu.
In fact, he had already been so intimidated by the Spirit King's aura that his face turned pale and his whole body trembled.
King Ling never once looked at Zhang Xuanji.
"Why?"
Zhang Xuanji slowly stroked his long, white beard, his voice low but clear enough to reach everyone's ears.
"Because he is the true Spirit King."
"You say so, so it is?" The Spirit King's voice was chilling.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuanji suddenly burst into loud laughter, which echoed over Qianling Mausoleum, carrying a hint of mystery.
Just then, a melodious and ethereal tune drifted in from outside the royal city of the mausoleum.
The tune was clear and unique; none of the people present had ever heard it before.
At first, the melody was soothing and gentle, like a clear spring flowing gently in a secluded valley.
Gradually, an undeniable penetrating power seemed to condense within the music, seeping into the eardrums and reaching the very soul.
This melody was not long, and it fell silent after only a few breaths.
As soon as the music ended, a cool and indifferent young voice followed.
The sound floated lightly into everyone's ears.
"Is it funny?"
Upon hearing this, King Ling frowned abruptly.
Even though it was just those four words, he had already identified who the voice belonged to.
Upon hearing that voice, only one thought surged wildly through his mind.
Didn't this person set off for Donghai City three months ago? How did he end up here at the tomb?
Everyone present was startled upon hearing this voice.
Everyone turned and looked around.
Whether it's the royal palaces inside the mausoleum or the surrounding defensive walls.
They searched every corner, but still couldn't find a single person.
The voice seemed to appear out of thin air and then vanish just as suddenly, leaving everyone present with only questions.
Upon hearing the voice, Zhang Xuanji showed no fear on his face. Instead, he stroked his beard and smiled, "I wonder which distinguished guest has arrived?"
Now that you're here, why not show yourself and let this old Taoist priest see your esteemed face?
That ethereal voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of questioning.
“There is only one Spirit King. You say that the person beside you is the true Spirit King.”
Isn't the person standing opposite you also one?
The voice just fell.
Two figures slowly walked in from the city gate of Qianling.
The man was handsome and tall, the woman elegant and serene, their steps unhurried, as if they were walking in a courtyard corridor rather than on a desolate grave.
"Xiao Lie? Shu Lingxing?" The five spirit stars were all taken aback when they saw the newcomer, and then took half a step forward.
Hua Lingxing frowned and asked in confusion, looking at the empty path behind them, "Why are only the two of them back? Where is that kid Afu?"
At this time, apart from the Spirit King and Liu Lingyu, there were no other people present.
Everyone else's eyes were on Xiao Lie and Shu Lingxing.
He and Shu Lingxing are practically unrecognizable compared to three months ago.
The naivety of the past has mostly faded, and now she wears a moon-white brocade robe, the hem of which flows like clouds.
The collar of the garment was embroidered with cloud patterns and mountain mist totems.
He was covered by an indigo-blue, gold-trimmed, wide-sleeved robe.
The cuffs and shoulder line are adorned with gilded cloud-patterned jade buttons.
Several light green silk ribbons hung from the hem of her dress, with teardrop-shaped jade pendants and tassels tied to the ends.
When walking, it sways gently, exuding a calm and composed demeanor.
He wore a dark gold-embroidered jade belt around his waist, with a piece of green jade inlaid in the center.
Darkly patterned leather straps hang from both sides, from which hang small bronze kui dragon pendants.
A silver cloud-patterned hairpin was also tucked into her hair, adding to her elegant appearance.
The neckline of the deep-sleeved robe is slightly open, revealing a neat collarbone; the fabric is light yet crisp.
In his right hand he held a crystal-clear, gleaming jade flute.
He exuded the noble and dignified air of an emperor, yet also the refined and otherworldly aura of a reclusive master.
Shu Lingxing was walking beside Xiao Lie.
She was dressed in a moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), simple and clean, with light blue orchid patterns embroidered on the collar, and a light gray half-sleeved garment over it, with narrow silver trim on the cuffs, making her look even more elegant and simple.
A dark green silk sash was tied around her waist, from which hung a small jade pendant that swayed gently with her steps.
Her hair was loosely tied into a low bun, secured with only a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, and a white jasmine flower tucked behind her ear, giving her a fresh and elegant look.
The earrings were small, round pearl pendants, and a plain silver bracelet encircled her wrist, exuding a gentle and quiet elegance reminiscent of a scholar.
This outfit seems tailor-made for her title of "Book Spirit Star".
It was as if this outfit was made for her, perfectly complementing her refined and scholarly air.
Xiao Lie's gaze swept over everyone present, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Masters from all over the world have gathered in the Spirit Kingdom to distinguish the true and false Spirit King. How could the martial arts heroes of the Spirit Kingdom be missing?"
Mo You and Zi Yan were both taken aback when they saw who it was, and exclaimed in unison, "It's you!"
"Three years have passed since the Battle of Nanyang."
Xiao Lie looked at the two of them and said calmly, "How have you two been?"
Actually, from the moment Xiao Lie walked in and saw Mo You and Zi Yan...
A deep impulse stirred within him.
That was an obsession with avenging the villagers who died in Sujia Village, almost overpowering his reason.
But he ultimately forced himself to suppress that hatred.
He came here on a more important mission, not for personal revenge.
Although he has now broken through to the peak of the Grandmaster Realm (Middle Yuan Realm).
However, he knew that with his current strength, he was still no match for Mo You and Zi Yan.
Moreover, they weren't the only two experts present; there were also experts from other countries.
Even though the Linglong Divine Skill is somewhat wondrous, allowing them to occasionally contend with opponents of higher levels in battle, it is still limited to a Grandmaster (Great Yuan Realm) level.
If one were to face two high-level experts alone, it would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.
Moreover, the massacre of Su Family Village back then was carried out by "Wolf," ranked fifth on the Dark Earth Ranking, and "Night," ranked sixth, and had nothing to do with Mo You and Zi Yan on their Heaven Ranking.
These survivors of Sujia Village, though not entirely virtuous, were able to distinguish right from wrong and would never indiscriminately transfer their hatred to others.
Many people in the room were unfamiliar with Xiao Lie, who had just arrived.
However, if we mention the Linglong Divine Skill, then experts from various countries are very familiar with it.
After all, the Ling Kingdom was besieged by both the Gu Xuan Dynasty and the Qin Kingdom back then.
In the end, they were defeated by a group of young men and women who used a profound martial arts technique, forcing both countries to withdraw their troops.
The events that occurred three years ago in Jiaxian County and Nanyang City of Ling Kingdom remain a legend in the martial arts world.
Xiao Lie's hands tightened slightly, but his face remained calm.
However, his gaze remained fixed on Mo You and Zi Yan without shifting.
Then he swept his gaze over the two men and looked at the various factions facing off in the arena.
Finally, the gaze fell upon the Spirit King, who nodded slightly, his expression showing no panic, but rather a composure beyond his years.