I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Chapter 425 - 277: Great Immortal Master Pu Ren (Part 2)

"Lord Liu, the situation in Jiangnan is far from right these days." Pu Ren smiled as he looked at Liu Xian: "You began far above that Cao Mengda, and our sect has high hopes for you. We specifically dispatched many experts to protect you, all at your command. Yet how has it come to today’s predicament? Lord, can you give me a satisfactory explanation?"

Although Pu Ren wore a face full of smiles, Liu Xian’s complexion turned deathly pale, his face drained of all color.

The other party has come to hold him to account!

The Yellow Turban Immortal Sect and White Lotus Saint Sect are natural rivals, contesting every matter for superiority. Now with Jiangnan’s great power lost, Liu Xian can see no way to stir up any waves again. If Cao Mengda truly becomes King of Jiangnan, how can Pu Ren return to face the Celestial Lord?

That is why Pu Ren came in person today, carrying a belly full of fury in his heart.

Feeling the other’s imposing aura, beads of cold sweat instantly broke out upon Liu Xian’s forehead.

"Immortal Master, this is not what I wished for either." Liu Xian said bitterly, his face wretched: "I was forced with no other choice."

"Oh? And what forced you, then?" Pu Ren pressed.

If Liu Xian failed to explain clearly today, before leaving Jiangnan Pu Ren would surely kill him on the spot.

Liu Xian glanced nervously around, his conscience uneasy, but being left with no escape, he could only spill everything about that bringer of doom, Qin Yuesheng.

Upon hearing that Qin Yuesheng had actually slain all the experts Pu Ren sent to protect Liu Xian—including two Yellow Turban Warriors, who couldn’t even resist in the slightest—Pu Ren’s expression revealed a hint of astonishment.

"Could it be that he’s an expert sent over by the White Lotus heretics?" Pu Ren frowned.

He was the tenth disciple of Yellow Turban General, Celestial Lord Huang, having inherited superb martial arts. His strength was extraordinary, and here in Jiangnan, the only opponent he truly feared was from the White Lotus Saint Sect. All others he had never regarded as a threat.

At first, when Liu Xian told him that over a dozen Inner Strength experts had all been killed by a single man, Pu Ren hadn’t paid much attention; but now, even the Yellow Turban Warriors couldn’t withstand him—the problem had become grave.

"Do you know where that man is now?" Pu Ren asked.

"Immortal Master, he left Yangzhou Prefecture many days ago. I haven’t seen him for some time now."

"This man has ruined our sect’s plans in Jiangnan. If I do not kill him, how can I rest easy?" Pu Ren forcibly suppressed his rage and said, "I will stay in your residence in these coming days. Remember to keep my presence secret."

When Liu Xian heard this, his feelings were bittersweet. What troubles him is that Pu Ren now was like a ticking time bomb who might kill at any moment; but what pleased him was that with such a master sitting in town, should Cao Mengda send assassins, there would be someone capable of lending a hand.

Three days later.

Qin Yuesheng happened to be planning a visit to Yangzhou Prefecture to see Liu Xian. For the time being, remaining in Jiangnan serves little purpose; before long, he would only be swallowed up by Cao Mengda’s great army.

Given this, it would be better to have Liu Xian surrender to Sanhuang directly, offering up the entire territory willingly, rather than letting Sanhuang struggle to seize it from Cao Mengda in the future.

As for Yangzhou Prefecture, Qin Yuesheng was well acquainted; he went directly there, using the Carefree Heavenly Travel Skill, arriving at the Governor’s Mansion.

He grabbed a household servant, and once he’d learned Liu Xian’s whereabouts, strode straight over.

Pu Ren had been living in the Governor’s Mansion for many days, but despite long waiting, never saw Qin Yuesheng come to seek Liu Xian. He grew secretly anxious, and with no other option, left his room intending to wander and clear his mind.

But at that very moment, Pu Ren suddenly raised his eyes to the heavens in disbelief, his face filled with shock.

"Life Star?!" Seeing those two intertwined golden stars, Pu Ren instantly sought the highest vantage in the mansion and leapt aloft.

People blessed with the Life Star were exceedingly rare. As far as Pu Ren knew, there were only two in the whole Yellow Turban Immortal Sect.

One was his own master, Yellow Turban General, Celestial Lord Huang; the second, the eldest senior brother.

A Life Star bearer possesses extraordinary power, and Pu Ren knew this well. Now, seeing one appear within Yangzhou Prefecture, his heart involuntarily gave rise to a sliver of jealousy.

Talented souls never wish to lag or to be weaker than others; his eldest brother is favored by master due to the Life Star, gifted with more attention and resources—a fact that had left Pu Ren resentful all these years.

How he wished he himself bore the Life Star.

Standing atop such a prominent spot, gliding in the air, how could Qin Yuesheng not notice? Immediately, the two—one perched above, one below—locked gazes at a distance.

Murderous intent!

Qin Yuesheng frowned: "Why has another master turned up at Liu Xian’s? Does this fellow have a death wish?"

Pu Ren fixed his eyes upon Qin Yuesheng, his dark red robe fluttering slightly in the breeze.

Without a word, the aura around his body began to surge; a wave of yellow energy shot forth instantly toward Qin Yuesheng.

Qin Yuesheng’s inner strength countered, a surge from within him repelled Pu Ren’s imposing force.

Their powers collided; Qin Yuesheng struck out at Pu Ren with a palm, sending forth a roaring imprint of Inner Strength, enveloping the spot where Pu Ren stood.

Pu Ren jabbed out a finger, from which a streak of crimson light shot forth, striking Qin Yuesheng’s palm imprint dead center.

Boom!!!

A powerful blast of energy burst outward in all directions; pavilions, rockeries, and gazebos all crumbled in its wake.

With this single probing move, Qin Yuesheng realized the other’s strength was on par with his own. Instantly, he reached behind and seized the Celestial Fire Divine Sabre from the soft scabbard made of Profound Nether Golden-Eyed Beast, slashing it toward Pu Ren.

A blade of flame swept forth, shaped like a crescent moon.

Pu Ren had means to counter: his red robe shook and a spread of yellow mist billowed out; a divine golden eagle burst forth, its talons shredding apart the flame blade, then diving toward Qin Yuesheng’s head.

Seven Great Limits of Heaven and Earth—Mountain Collapse!

Qin Yuesheng struck with his sabre again, slicing the eagle’s head; instantly, the whole eagle head exploded, dissolving to yellow mist that engulfed Qin Yuesheng, blinding him for a moment.

Murderous intent flared.

Qin Yuesheng spun and looked sharply behind; from the haze, a figure cleaved out, ten strands of Sword Qi blooming like flowers, shrouding his entire form.

These ten streams of Sword Qi were supremely sharp; Qin Yuesheng’s pupils contracted. Behind each sword stream, another Pu Ren appeared, as if ten Pu Ren were wielding swords in ambush.

"Tenfold Yellow Dao Annihilation!" Pu Ren shouted under his breath, ten sword blades aiming for all ten vital death points on Qin Yuesheng’s body.

The pressure Pu Ren pressed on Qin Yuesheng was slightly less than Yuan Wudi’s, yet his sword technique was so exquisite that even among Bai Yue Sword Saint’s sword-tomb secrets no similar technique existed.

Seeing this, the deeply skilled in Sword Dao, Qin Yuesheng, gained fresh insight—greatly delighted within.

What a whetstone!

Qin Yuesheng swept his sabre sideways, casting a blazing curtain of fire beside him.

Bam, bam, bam!

Blade light and sword clashed, ringing crisp and clear.

Suddenly Qin Yuesheng frowned; a sword tip had pierced his shoulder and exited out his back.

A single sword had gotten through.

But, fortunately, Qin Yuesheng’s physique was extraordinary. For an ordinary man, this wound would have been fatal, yet it affected Qin Yuesheng little.

Pu Ren was slightly stunned; this sword technique was personally bestowed by his master, invincible across countless battles, seldom meeting any worthy rival.

Today, of ten strikes, Qin Yuesheng had blocked nine—and the final one, although it struck, still failed to kill him outright.

What kind of monster is this man!

Pu Ren’s red robe swelled, thundering as his aura condensed ever further, dimly forming a shadowy figure.

Though wounded by that sword, the injury wasn’t enough to force Qin Yuesheng’s undefeated body into desperation. He controlled the bleeding with Inner Strength, stamped his foot, and a crimson cloud roared up, bearing Qin Yuesheng into the air to meet Pu Ren head-on.

As Qin Yuesheng poured inner strength into the Celestial Fire Divine Sabre, its blade flared even brighter, blazing flames igniting, dyeing half the Yangzhou Prefecture’s sky deep red.

Just as the flames neared their zenith, Qin Yuesheng suddenly heard a message at his ear.

[Yes/No—Fuse Celestial Fire’s power with Seven Great Limits of Heaven and Earth?]