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He was none other than the banished immortal who, three hundred years ago, was considered one of the two greatest swordsmen in the martial world.
Zhuge Yun's illusory image of an evil god began to disintegrate under the sword light.
He was horrified to discover that his forbidden technique, which he was so proud of, was like a child's sandcastle in the face of this sword intent.
Even more terrifying was that the Immortal Sword brought not only reinforcements, but also a resonance with the laws of Heaven—Wei Changxuan's Thunder Tribulation Sword suddenly tripled in power.
The Twenty-Eight Mansions patterns on the sword transformed into real stars, reconstructing the order of heaven and earth within the formation.
You've lost. Wei Changxuan's voice mingled with the second sword cry as it fell.
The Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword was finally fully unsheathed, revealing the golden tribulation lightning flowing within its blade.
When the two sword lights met in mid-air, this was the last thing Zhuge Yun saw.
It was the galaxy reflected in Wei Changxuan's eyes—a power of the Heavenly Dao even more vast than the Spirit-Suppressing Array.
It was a realm he could never reach, even after a lifetime of effort.
Chapter 345 Shock! Li Changsheng Makes His Move!
As everyone looked up, they saw the sky crack open like a piece of jade, and a sword light, carrying countless stardust, plummeted down like a thunderbolt thrown by an ancient god.
Boom! The moment the sword struck the spirit-suppressing array, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the ground.
The seventy-two talismans that Zhuge Yun had meticulously arranged simultaneously burst into flames, transforming into blue-purple ghost flames that scattered and danced in all directions.
Zhuge Yun groaned, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and he staggered back seven steps before barely managing to regain his footing.
The array formation before "737" was collapsing—the array flags forged from ancient meteorite iron were now reduced to dust.
The suspended incantations fell like shattered glass, their eyes filled with disbelief: This is a spirit-sealing array! How could this be?!
Amidst the surging smoke and dust, a figure in green slowly emerged, stepping on sword light as sharp as shattered jade.
The newcomer wore a wide-sleeved blue robe with faded cloud patterns embroidered on the hem. A mottled ancient sword with a scabbard hung at his waist, and a yellowed bamboo slip was tied to the sword tassel.
He raised his hand and flicked his sleeve, and the embers vanished like fireflies, revealing a pair of calm, still eyes on his handsome face.
"Li Li Changsheng?!" Zhuge Yun's voice suddenly rose, his fingertips unconsciously clenching the hem of his robe.
This name has long been legendary at Tianqi Academy—a hundred years ago, he firmly held the top position among the Four Sages of Tianqi, yet he willingly became an old sweeper in the library.
At this moment, his wrist, which was exposed from his sleeve, was clearly wrapped with the same Dragon Locking Well runes as those on the stone wall of the academy's forbidden area.
Li Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over Zhuge Yun's trembling fingertips, and suddenly shook his head slightly:
Back when you were secretly learning forbidden techniques in the library, I wrote in my annotations to the Yin Fu Jing that those who use formations to trap others will ultimately trap themselves.
Before he could finish speaking, the spirit-gathering jade pendant at Zhuge Yun's waist suddenly shattered, startling the latter so much that his face turned deathly pale.
However, the old man Wei Xiaoyou turned to look at the boy leaning against the broken pillar. A clear light suddenly appeared in his cloudy pupils. He could unleash the Sky-Splitting Slash within the Spirit-Sealing Array.
He truly impressed me. He gazed at the sword energy still pulsating between Wei Changxuan's fingers.
It was noticed that the boy's boot sole was on half a broken array plate. It was this seemingly casual step that precisely hit the dead end of the array.
Wei Changxuan shook his numb wrist and lazily curled the corners of his mouth:
If you had arrived any later, half an incense stick later, I fear I would have torn up all the floor tiles of your precious library.
He ran his fingertips across the blood groove on the sword hilt, then suddenly raised an eyebrow, though now he saved himself the effort.
Zhuge Yun, observing the natural resonance of sword intent between the two as they conversed, suddenly recalled a rumor circulating in the streets:
Wei Changxuan, standing before them, seemed to have appeared out of thin air!
He suddenly staggered backward, his back slamming against the stone wall covered in sword marks—the patterns of those marks were exactly the same as the hand gestures Li Changsheng had used to wield his sword at that moment.
Steward Zhuge, your authority to manage formations is suspended effective immediately.
Li Changsheng raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the steward's token at Zhuge Yun's waist flew into his palm.
As for your privately crafting of forbidden formations and attacking students, the old man turned and walked deeper into the library, his voice fading.
The Dean will decide what to do after he emerges from seclusion.
As Wei Changxuan watched the old man's disappearing figure, he suddenly noticed a stain of ink on the hem of his blue robe—it was from when he had knocked over the inkstone in the library last week.
The boy chuckled softly, his head bowed, yet the sword energy at his fingertips lingered.
In the distance, Zhuge Yun's curses drifted on the evening breeze.
Where Li Changsheng had just stood, a three-inch-deep sword mark had appeared on the ground, resembling the trace left by a dragon or snake as it awakened and slashed across the sky.
Chapter 346 Academy Secrets!
Looking at the mess on the ground, Li Changsheng suddenly chuckled softly:
It was I who was reckless; I had forgotten that my young friend Wei already had a plan to break the formation.
His fingertips brushed against the copper ring on the sword hilt, at the fragments of the array flags that had just been shattered by the sword's energy.
Suddenly, as if undergoing a reverse aging process, it reorganized, transforming into butterfly-shaped particles of light that surrounded it, displaying the demeanor of a grandmaster.
Zhuge Yun's face was as white as a death warrant, and as his Adam's apple bobbed violently, he suddenly bit his tongue hard.
The moment the fishy sweetness exploded in his mouth, he had already crushed the earth-遁符 (earth-遁符) he had been keeping into dust!
Black mist surged up from beneath his feet like a tide, mixed with the shrieks of countless vengeful spirits; it was a forbidden technique refined from living souls.
Wei Changxuan's pupils contracted sharply, and just as he was about to swing his sword, Li Changsheng raised his hand and pressed it down: "Let's see where he can escape to."
Boom! A black light flashed, leaving a charred pentagram pattern on the ground, and Zhuge Yun's figure had vanished without a trace.
Only half a blood-stained talisman fell to the ground, its inscription, written in a hurried, lawful manner, still seeping black blood.
Yan Feifei gently stroked the silver ribbon, and the crimson feather hair ornament in her hair suddenly lit up—a sign that the tracking spell was being activated: this person was proficient in seventy-two transformations; she needed to be wary of him transforming into an ant.
It's alright. Li Changsheng flicked his finger, and the talisman suddenly transformed into a firefly and flew north.
He carries the mark of my sword energy, which can be found even if he hides in the underworld.
As Li Changsheng turned around, the ink stains on the hem of his blue robe gleamed silver in the moonlight—they were no ordinary ink.
Instead, it is the Heavenly Evolution Ink, mixed with stardust, which can manifest its form as the Qi flows.
Wei Changxuan inserted the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword into his waistband, the scabbard striking the waist ornament with a clear sound:
Leaving a potential threat behind will only cause trouble in the end. He gazed in the direction where Zhuge Yun had disappeared.
The lightning patterns beneath his cuffs gleamed faintly, but since this person dared to use forbidden talismans, there must be an even greater force behind him...
The youngest girl in the Yan family was already exceptionally skilled at tracking. Li Changsheng suddenly looked at Yan Feifei; the tips of her ears felt slightly hot.
However, if we want to find him within three days, we will need to rely on Wei Xiaoyou's Thunder Tribulation Sword Intent—lightning overcomes evil and is perfect for breaking his earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that allows one to escape from the earth).
The old man took out three ancient bronze coins from his sleeve and tossed them into the air; they formed the shape of the Big Dipper.
At midnight tonight, you may go to the back hall of the library, where I will personally calculate the directions for you.
Yan Feifei gripped the silver ribbon tightly, and suddenly the crimson feathers in her hair burst into flames:
He must pay the price for hurting my fellow disciples.
As she turned, her skirt swept across the remnants of the forbidden array on the ground, and the lingering black mist was scorched into dust by the silver light.
Wei Changxuan noticed the trembling in her fingertips and suddenly recalled the scene from the day before yesterday at the martial arts arena, when she bravely took three talismans from Zhuge Yun to protect her fellow disciples.
"Let's go back to Gathering Spirits Peak to recover." Li Changsheng raised his hand and dispersed the remaining demonic energy.
The scorch marks on the ground are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before midnight, I will prepare a fragment of the "Yin Fu Jing" in the library—the escape technique used by Zhuge Yun. Perhaps we can find a way to break it from it.
As the old man turned around, the cloud patterns on his blue robe suddenly began to flow, as if real clouds were swirling within the fabric.
Wei Changxuan watched his retreating figure, suddenly recalling the moment when they broke the formation.
Li Changsheng's seemingly casual sword strike actually severed seventy-two key points of the formation.
This level of control over the Dao is probably unmatched by anyone in the entire Apocalypse Academy.
He touched the Thunder Tribulation Wood Sword at his waist. The newly appeared patterns on the sword's surface faintly echoed the star array that Li Changsheng had just set up—the traces left when the sword energy resonated earlier.
Let's go. Yan Feifei's silver belt wrapped around his wrist.
If Senior Li 737 is kept waiting too long, he might be punished by copying the "Array Scripture" a hundred times. A trace of spiritual energy still lingered on the girl's fingertips.
Wei Changxuan noticed a new scar behind her ear—it was from a talisman fragment that had cut her when the black mist erupted earlier.
He suddenly chuckled and let her lead him toward Gathering Spirit Peak. The moonlight cast long shadows of the two of them on the stone path, revealing crisscrossing sword shadows and ribbon afterimages.
In the distance, the bronze bells on the eaves of the library suddenly moved on their own, even without any wind.
Amidst the crisp sound, Li Changsheng's voice came from all directions:
Young friend Wei, the power of lightning tribulation in your sword... reminds me of an old friend from a hundred years ago.
Before the words were finished, the bell stopped ringing abruptly, leaving only the countless stars shining as brightly as ever, witnessing this unfinished chase and the academy secrets about to be revealed.
Chapter 347 Annihilating Zhuge Yun!
The bronze dome of the spirit-suppressing array shattered inch by inch, like glass.
Zhuge Yun was thrown back several feet by the force of the counter-force of the formation, and he spat out black blood mixed with fragments of runes.
He stared in disbelief at the dissipating black mist of the ghostly spirits in the air, the gears of the mechanical arm stuck in his chest.
It emitted a dying click—the azure sword light from before had melted away like a hot knife through snow.
It plowed a crack that stretched straight to the sky in the Three Yin Gathering Fiend Array that he had spent ten years refining.
How could this be... the Immortal Sword of Kunlun Mountain... His murmur was torn to shreds by the shockwave.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure in green, carrying a sword, emerged, treading through the rubble.
The man's wide sleeves were embroidered with faded cloud patterns, and the blue tassel wrapped around the hilt of his sword moved without wind. He was none other than Li Changsheng, the legendary swordsman who could break through all laws with a single sword.
The curse mark at the corner of Zhuge Yun's left eye suddenly throbbed violently, and only then did he recall what had happened twenty years ago.
The dossier I secretly saw at Tianqi Academy—the sword box of the man before me contains the evil-slaying pact I signed with the Heavenly Dao back then.
Zhuge Yun, you've finally come to this. Li Changsheng's voice was as clear and crisp as spring water brewing tea, yet it caused frost to appear on the back of the assassin leader's neck.
He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the Immortal-Slaying Sword automatically returned to its sheath. The two characters "Demon-Slaying" on the sword reflected Zhuge Yun's distorted image.
I should have expelled you from the sect when you secretly learned forbidden techniques at the academy.
Before he finished speaking, Wei Changxuan casually tucked the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword back into his waistband.