lcionline Chapter 75 The Relic Sword
Chapter 75 The Relic Sword
Even without Nie Xiaoqian's reminder, Sheng Wansong knew that ordinary people could not endure the freezing cold that kept dropping.
If not handled properly, countless people will freeze to death.
Amidst the raging snow and ice, the pine tree in Shengwansong formed the Seal of the Bodhisattva of Sunlight.
Snowflakes drifted down around him, melting before they even touched him, turning into a fine drizzle.
Seven rainbow-colored relics shot out from his palm, the relics connected end to end in a line, carrying a sharp and bright light, and transformed into a seven-colored longsword.
"The sixth move of the Tathagata Palm - Buddha's Light Shines Everywhere".
The colorful sword flew into the sky, rapidly expanding in mid-air, and stabbed towards the brow of the icy face in the sky.
If the Xuanbing Mask is the Forbidden City in the sky, then this sword is the tower connecting heaven and earth.
The moment the sword pierced through, a rainbow of light burst forth from the breach, refracting and curving in the air.
It was as if the seven-colored aurora was tearing through the dark sky.
Where the aurora borealis streaked across the sky, it burned away completely, revealing the remnants of the moon and a few stars in the distance.
The interplay of dark clouds and the night sky, snowflakes and stars, creates a magnificent spectacle that seems to belong not to nature, but to human hands.
Those watching from afar held their breath in awe.
"What a nice view."
When Ouyang Xue saw the seven-colored divine sword piercing through the ice mask of the sky, she felt a sense of familiarity. "This sword seems to have a similar effect to Young Hero Sheng's Tathagata Palm."
Shangguan Hong had never seen the Tathagata Palm before and was puzzled by Ouyang Xue's statement.
"Isn't the Tathagata Palm a palm technique?"
Ouyang Xue shook her head. "That's no ordinary martial art. I've never seen anything like it before."
"It is both a palm technique and a supernatural power."
The rainbow-colored relic sword pierced through the icy face between the eyebrows, and the giant face instantly twisted in pain.
In resentment and rage, it gradually peeled away and dissipated, returning to ordinary clouds and snow.
The giant face vanished, revealing a huge hole in the dark clouds of the sky, with the bright moon behind it resembling the giant's eye.
The relic sword transformed back into relics, and the seven-colored relics flew into the huge hole, arranging themselves vertically in a circle.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.
The seven colors of light intersected and illuminated a single white dot at the center of the ring.
In an instant, a magnificent light burst forth, and flawless white light swept across the heavens and earth, submerging all colors and illuminating the entire city of Ning'an, as if a splendid sun were rising in the night sky.
The darkness was illuminated, making Ning'an City as bright as day.
Wherever the radiance reached, the dark clouds all dispersed.
In just a few moments, the blizzard had created a snowpack in the city that was ankle-deep.
Today, this snow is melting at a rate visible to the naked eye.
It took several moments to accumulate, but only a few seconds to melt.
The accumulated water converged into a clear stream that flowed in all directions.
Tick tock.
The ice covering the palace gradually melted, and water droplets dripped from the eaves, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
When the water droplets fell beside Sheng Wansong, they were drawn away from him by an invisible force.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a weak infant in each of his arms.
The cries of the two babies were the source of the sound that Sheng Wansong heard. They also had bite marks on their bodies, but their injuries were minor, so they were able to survive, which attracted Sheng Wansong to come here and rescue them.
Sheng Wansong transferred the power of the Sacred Heart Technique into the bodies of the two infants, increasing their life energy.
Sheng Wansong carefully combed through the meridians in the two children's bodies, dispelling the cold and enhancing their vitality, but he could not heal the wounds on their bodies.
During this process, people gradually approached this location.
The palace maids and eunuchs cautiously hid behind the courtyard wall to watch this scene, not daring to approach.
It wasn't until a moment later that footsteps began to approach.
Da da da da.
Sheng Wansong raised his head.
The newcomer wore a double phoenix and dragon crown, a bright red robe with wide sleeves, and a dark blue shawl over it.
With each step, the tassels swayed and collided, making a soft, tinkling sound.
The heavy, luxurious robes completely concealed her figure, but could not hide her natural beauty. Her eyebrows were like distant, misty mountains, her cheeks were lightly painted with peach blossoms, her expression was dignified, and her eyes shone brightly.
With an elegant and graceful demeanor and a solemn expression, he seemed to be questioning Sheng Wansong's identity.
But his eyes couldn't hide his caution and the relief of surviving a disaster.
It was none other than the Empress Feng Xuanji of the Great Liang Dynasty, who married into the palace and remained a virgin for over ten years.
The Empress asked softly, "And who are you, Your Excellency?"
Sheng Wansong raised his palm, and the sun in the sky gradually lost its color and transformed back into seven-colored relics, which descended from the sky and fell into his palm one by one, disappearing into his palm.
Night gradually returned to darkness.
The bright moon and stars, a blessing from heaven, allow one to vaguely see things within a certain distance.
Once her identity was confirmed, the fear in the Empress's eyes gradually dissipated, leaving only gratitude and joy.
She bowed gracefully, placed her hands on her knees, and squatted down slightly. "Thank you for saving my life, young hero."
Sheng Wansong also stood up, but did not smile at the Empress; his expression was serious.
"I followed the aura of evil spirits to this place, and only found these two children still alive."
Seeing his solemn expression, Feng Xuanji gestured to the palace maid beside her to take the baby.
Although the palace maid was filled with trepidation and dared not approach, she dared not disobey the Empress's decree, so she had no choice but to reluctantly walk over and carefully take the two babies.
Holding the two children in her arms, the Empress looked down and her pupils instantly contracted.
This is a boy and a girl.
The boy had chicken pecking marks on his body, and his skin was covered with small holes.
The girl's body had teeth marks that showed bone, signs of being bitten by a wild beast.
"Your Majesty, this was originally the livestock shed where the Imperial Kitchen raised poultry."
Feng Xuanji felt dizzy and lightheaded. The two children, who weighed less than 20 pounds combined, seemed heavier than gold, almost causing her to stumble and fall.
She had already heard the rumors circulating in the palace, but chose to ignore them and instead punish the palace maids and eunuchs who spread them.
Now that the stark evidence is right in front of her, she can no longer ignore it.
But what could she do? Ask the emperor for apology?
She was an empress who had never even touched the emperor's hand and could only see him three times a year.
Feng Xuanji looked dejected, but managed a forced smile. "I will send these two children back to the Feng family and ensure they live a life of wealth and prosperity, and a peaceful life."
This was the only thing she could do.
After the commotion, Sheng Wansong was certain that neither the emperor nor the imperial advisor were in the palace. They had probably gone ahead to some auspicious burial site to prepare for refining the elixir of immortality.
I hope you can keep your promise.
Sheng Wansong lifted his foot and began to use the "Indulgent Ascension Step".
They walked out of the Forbidden City with slow but quick steps.
Those two children were of average talent, even less so than their younger sisters, and were not suited for martial arts.
Feng Xuanji's actions have already provided them with the best possible outcome.
Seeing him appear and disappear so elusively, Feng Xuanji disregarded her imperial demeanor and hurriedly shouted, "May I ask your name, young hero?!"
By the time her voice faded, Sheng Wansong's figure had completely disappeared.
Only a clear, melodious voice drifted from afar.
"Victorious over ten thousand pines".