vstars Chapter 50 "The Purple Mansion Wind Strategy Chapter"
Chapter 50 "The Purple Mansion Wind Strategy Chapter"
A piercing explosion rang out.
That was the sound produced when the extremely cold air collided violently with the surrounding air.
Under the sweep of this chill, a thin layer of ice visibly formed on the surface of the wine in the cups on the low table.
The round fans in the hands of several maids paused slightly, and a fine layer of white frost condensed on the fan surface.
Several cultivators near the center of the pavilion unconsciously shrank their necks, and their breath turned into white mist.
A cold glint flashed in Zhang Ruxue's eyes, and she slightly pushed her fingers forward.
The several-foot-long, frost-white sword energy crashed down.
Wei Changfeng felt a bone-chilling cold rush from his tailbone to the back of his head, and every hair on his body stood on end.
His eyes widened, his pupils reflecting the approaching frost-white sword light, his mind filled with only one thought—
"We can't stop them!"
He absolutely cannot block this sword strike.
Sword Qi? No, this is already the method of condensing sword qi, with one foot already in the threshold of sword essence!
In an instant, Wei Changfeng completely forgot about sword fighting rules, manners, and the dignity of the immortal clan.
Almost instinctively, he thrust his spirit sword into the ground, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, his ten fingers flying across the page as he hurriedly chanted incantations.
"Divine Wind of the Purple Palace, heed my command—"
A purplish-blue gust of wind suddenly appeared in front of him.
The gust of wind was initially only the size of a fist, but in just one breath it suddenly spread out, transforming into a swirling hurricane barrier that enveloped Wei Changfeng within a radius of several feet.
Amidst the strong wind, countless tiny wind blades could be faintly seen spinning at high speed, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
The wind was so strong that the light gauze curtains around the pavilion fluttered loudly, and several low tables that were not occupied were overturned to the ground.
"It's the 'Purple Mansion Wind Strategy God Chapter'!" someone exclaimed in surprise.
This superior Taoist technique is one of the Wei family's most treasured secrets. It uses the power of the Xun wind to protect the body and defend against enemies, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate.
Many people present had heard of this Taoist art, but even within the entire Wei family, the number of people who could actually perform it could probably be counted on one hand.
Wei Changfeng was able to master this technique while still in the embryonic breathing stage. Even if he could only reproduce a portion of the technique's power, he truly lived up to his reputation as a direct descendant of the Wei family.
But Zhang Ruxue only frowned slightly.
Without the slightest pause, the frost-white sword energy slashed head-on into the purplish-blue hurricane barrier with a calm and almost domineering demeanor.
boom--
The two completely different forces collided, and the shockwaves they generated spread outwards in all directions visibly.
The entire spirit boat seemed to be slightly shaken, and the several glass lamps hanging on the pillars swayed violently. One of them was blown to the ground by a strong wind and shattered with a crash.
The stalemate lasted only a moment.
Although the frosty white sword energy had its sharpness somewhat diminished by the Purple Mansion Wind, the sword intent it contained was extremely condensed—
Zhang Ruxue's swordsmanship foundation, honed day and night during her years of seclusion at the Spirit Sword Sect, is far more than something that can be easily shaken by a single superior Dao technique.
Although the sword energy was weakened, it still pierced through the hurricane barrier with unstoppable force, entangled and collided with the purple-blue gale, and soared straight into the sky.
Even the few floating clouds above the spirit boat were torn to pieces by the aftershocks and scattered endlessly.
Immediately afterwards, a chill seeped out from the clouds.
The chilling aura contained within the frost-white sword energy mingled with the water vapor in the clouds, rapidly freezing the water vapor into countless fine ice crystals.
One by one, the cold snowflakes drifted slowly down from above the Tingyun Boat.
On the spirit boat, the temperature plummeted.
Snowflakes fell on the deck, on the glazed tiles of the pavilion, on the shoulders and hair of the maids, and on the faces of the immortal disciples who were holding wine cups and staring in disbelief.
Someone instinctively reached out to catch it; the snowflake landed on their palm, icy cold.
On the streets below the market, some people also noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky.
Several passersby dressed as independent cultivators looked up at the enormous spirit boat hovering in mid-air, watching the snowflakes fall from it, and couldn't help but marvel.
Snow in June—I haven't seen such a sight in many years.
On the spirit boat, Wei Changfeng had no interest in appreciating the snow scenery at all.
He was panting heavily, bent over with his hands on his knees, and his body was covered in cold sweat.
That last Purple Mansion Wind had almost exhausted most of the true qi in his dantian. At this moment, his legs were trembling slightly, and his limbs and bones were feeling weak and sore.
But before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he caught a glimpse of silver out of the corner of his eye.
The silver light arrived incredibly fast, almost at the same time the snowflakes were falling—
Although the Frosty White Sword Qi was mostly neutralized by the Purple Mansion Wind, the sword itself remained unharmed and continued its trajectory, its tip gleaming with a cold light, aimed directly at his face.
"This crazy woman! She's so ruthless, is she trying to kill me?" Wei Changfeng's expression changed drastically, his mind racing.
In a fit of shock and anger, he instinctively tried to dodge, but his legs felt as heavy as lead. The fierce battle had taken its toll, and his steps could no longer keep up with his reactions.
Furthermore, the flying sword came too fast and too quickly, leaving him no room to dodge.
In desperation, Wei Changfeng no longer cared about appearances.
He reached out and grabbed the jade pendant around his neck that he never parted with, frantically channeling the last of his true qi into it.
The jade pendant suddenly lit up, and a layer of hazy, earthy-yellow spiritual light burst forth from it, instantly forming a barrier in front of his face.
The barrier was about an inch thick, and as the spiritual patterns flowed, faint mountain shadows appeared within it, making it clear at a glance that it was a protective magic artifact of considerable quality.
However, the flying sword had already arrived.
The tip of the sword landed precisely in the center of the earthen-yellow barrier.
After a very faint, yet teeth-grinding, sharp sound.
crunch--
The yellowish-brown barrier visibly caved inward under the pressure of the sword tip.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruxue gently pressed down with her fingers, and a powerful and unstoppable force suddenly arose from the flying sword.
The chaotic spiritual light fluctuated violently, like a pool of water being stirred up.
The tip of the flying sword pressed against the barrier, inching it inward inch by inch. With each inch it pressed in, the spiritual patterns on the barrier dimmed a little.
"Click—"
A crisp sound.
A fine crack, as thin as a spider's web, appeared on the surface of the jade pendant.
Then came the second and third rounds.
The cracks spread rapidly as if they had come to life, and in the blink of an eye, they covered the entire surface of the jade pendant.
The mountain-like barrier finally gave way, and the tip of the flying sword tore a hole in it.
Amidst the flying sparks, the jade pendant let out a mournful cry, and a few wisps of residual spiritual light burst forth from the depths of its cracks before fading completely.
Zhang Ruxue's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
She withdrew her fingers, and the flying sword drew an arc in mid-air before returning to its sheath with a clang.
She had one hand on the sword hilt and the other still resting on her knee, but in their eyes, which had been focused intently just moments before, there was now an undisguised displeasure.