You Promised to Be an Idle Son-in-Law, How Could You Become a Land Immortal?

Chapter 451: Chapter 277: Ghost Blade, Radiant Sun

CLANG! The Steel Blade in his hand was severed by Liu Lang.

A single strike was all it took.

Liu Lang instantly retreated ten zhang, straightened up, and exhaled before saying with a smile,

"Boss, your blade is gone."

Chen Yi didn’t respond, instead looking up to read the contents on the light screen one more time.

Then, his gaze shifted toward the Prefecture City as he said thoughtfully,

"What’s coming will come."

"That’s right, that’s right. How could you possibly be my opponent using just an ordinary long blade?"

Seeing Liu Lang’s misunderstanding, Chen Yi glanced down, tossed away the Broken Blade, and pulled back his left sleeve.

"As you wish. However..."

He paused, then whipped out his Long Spear. His eyes fixed on Liu Lang as he tilted his head up slightly and asked,

"You couldn’t even get past my blade. Why insist on seeing my Spear Dao?"

But Liu Lang just shook his head, his tone laced with excitement. "No, it’s different."

"When you use a blade, I can’t use my full strength. I’d end up hurting you and myself."

"But if you use that spear, I won’t have to hold anything back."

As Liu Lang spoke, he took a deep breath. His posture straightened, and his aura intensified with it.

Even his Sword Intent, bolstered by the Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism, grew more solid and substantial.

The almost-tangible Sword Intent coiled around his body, layer after layer.

It twisted and morphed like a serpent.

It trembled wildly, causing the surrounding Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism to fluctuate.

After this, Liu Lang’s eyes turned completely black. "Be careful, Boss," he said, his voice hoarse.

"I didn’t even use this move when I went to challenge General Jinghong."

"Back then, I felt I couldn’t control it and was worried I would injure the General."

"But now... this move should be enough to make you use your Spear Dao, Boss."

In the distorting Sword Intent, his figure seemed to stretch and shrink, to widen and narrow.

He truly looked like a vicious ghost.

Chen Yi sized him up. "This move... is it a true teaching from your master, the Sword Ghost?"

"It is!"

Liu Lang nodded emphatically, gripping the Treasure Blade with both hands as the Sword Intent around him coiled onto the blade itself.

"My master once said that the Ghost Blade is tyrannical, like a procession of a hundred ghosts in the night, and that using it harms the natural harmony of the world."

"He forbade me from using it lightly."

"But with your level of Martial Arts Cultivation, Boss, I have no such reservations."

Chen Yi let out a dry laugh and shook his head. "You really overestimate me."

Then, his expression turned serious, and a brilliant golden light erupted from his body.

An incomparably sharp Spear Intent, as if wanting to shatter the heavens, shot straight into the clouds.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye.

BOOM.

RUMBLE.

Amidst the roar of thunder, golden lightning twisted and coiled within the clouds, illuminating a ten-li radius.

But there was only thunder and lightning; not a single drop of rain fell.

Instead, on the nearby Chishui River, fierce winds whipped the water into ceaseless waves.

Seeing this, a smile spread across Liu Lang’s face, made grotesque by the surrounding Sword Intent.

"Thank you for granting my wish, Boss!"

The next moment, Liu Lang’s entire body transformed into a ghostly afterimage.

His body and blade became one.

One after another, ghostly apparitions began to manifest.

Each one was hideous and terrifying, howling like the wind, like a thousand ghost-shadows blotting out the sky and covering the earth.

They completely enveloped Chen Yi.

Furthermore, the incredibly tyrannical Sword Intent began to tear at the Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism around him.

It squeezed out a gale that blew furiously in all directions.

Trees toppled, stones were sent flying, and even the previously calm Chishui River nearby was churned into waves.

"Ghost Blade: Thousand Kill!"

At this, Chen Yi’s expression grew even more serious as he stared at the hazy figures before him.

After a quick scan, his gaze landed on one of the ghost-shadows, and he shook his head.

"This move of yours... you haven’t mastered it yet."

The Sword Intent is sharp, to be sure, but if the user cannot conceal themselves without a trace, they become the move’s greatest flaw.

’But... if I use this to break your technique, you probably won’t be satisfied, heh...’

As he thought this, Chen Yi stepped on the air, soaring straight up.

His hand moved with his will. He held the tail of the Long Spear with one hand, pointing it straight at the heavens.

CRACK!

A golden thunderbolt instantly descended from the dark clouds.

It struck the spear’s tip, dyeing the Long Spear gold and bathing Chen Yi in a layer of golden brilliance.

Immediately, the golden light around him intensified.

It not only submerged his entire figure but also devoured the swarming "ghostly apparitions" that were attacking him.

Everything happened in complete silence.

A long while later.

When the golden brilliance finally began to fade, the surrounding ghost-shadows were gone.

The dark clouds had scattered, and the wind was calm.

Chen Yi stood in mid-air, one hand behind his back, the other holding his spear angled toward the Chishui River. His eyes, however, were looking down on Liu Lang below.

Liu Lang, in contrast, was half-kneeling on the ground, staring up at him in a daze.

His clothes were tattered, his upper body bare.

"Boss, what’s the name of that spear technique?"

"Dragon-slaying Spear, Radiant Sun."

It was also the greatest of his four ultimate moves after his Spear Technique broke through to the Celestial Tier.

"Radiant Sun... I am thoroughly impressed..."

A satisfied smile appeared on Liu Lang’s face before he collapsed to the ground.

Chen Yi glanced at him, shook his head, put away his Long Spear, and landed at his side.

Just as he was about to take out the Silver Needles he had specially prepared to treat his injuries, he suddenly heard a commotion in the distance.

He had no choice but to hoist Liu Lang onto his shoulder and dash downstream along the Chishui River, planning to take a wide detour back to the Prefecture City.

’If you die, don’t blame me for not holding back.’

’No other choice.’

The commotion from his Radiant Sun Spear Technique just now had been too great.

Even though they were two hundred li from the Prefecture City, it had already attracted many people.

Aside from the garrison stationed in the camp outside the city, who were closer, there were also the Jianghu People who had come to Shu State to wait for Immortal Bai.

Among them were many with profound cultivation.

In less than a quarter of an hour, several figures arrived, speeding toward the location.

There was an old man covered in wrinkles, a beggar dressed in ragged clothes, and a handsome young Swordsman.

They arrived one after another, sized each other up, and then all looked toward the same spot.

—Just beyond the Chishui River’s channel, there was a deep crater a hundred zhang wide.

Gurgling river water was seeping in from a hole on one side of the crater.

In moments, several chi of water had already filled it.

The old man stared at the crater, his brow furrowed. "Spear Intent..."

The beggar in ragged clothes picked his nose and glanced around. "In all of Shu State, the only person with such Spear Dao we’ve heard about recently is that one from the other day, right?"

The handsome Swordsman nodded. "’Dragon Spear’ Liu Wu."

But his attention was clearly not on that. Instead, he was looking at the residual Sword Intent within the crater.

Using the fluctuations of the Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism, he carefully extended his own Sword Intent to touch it.

TING.

After the crisp sound, a wisp of black blade qi slashed out.

The handsome Swordsman tilted his head slightly, but still failed to completely dodge the blade qi.

A clear gash appeared on his cheek.

Droplets of fresh blood oozed out.

"What treacherous Sword Intent... I feel like I’ve heard of it somewhere..."

The beggar glanced at him and grinned. "How strange. You’re a Swordsman, yet you can’t recognize this move?"

The handsome Swordsman thought for a moment before a look of realization dawned on his face. "Ah, it’s him."

"Senior ’Sword Ghost’!"

The old man nodded slightly and, looking at the Swordsman’s face, said, "Ever since ’Sword Ghost’ Chu Xiudao was defeated by ’Sword Master’ Li Wudang over a decade ago, he has not been seen in the Jianghu."

"The one who used this move must be his successor."

"’Sword Madman’ Liu Lang. I have heard his name."

The handsome Swordsman looked at the crater below and sighed. "A pity I’ve never had the chance to meet him."

The beggar shot him a look and sneered, "And what if you did meet him?"

"Could you block that move?"

Hearing this, the handsome Swordsman pressed his lips together and, after a long moment, shook his head.

"I couldn’t..."

...

「Outside South Street, Shu State Prefecture City. Liu Mansion.」

In the quiet rear courtyard, only two lanterns provided light.

The Guards who had been standing watch here were all silent, lying scattered on the ground.

In the study.

Liu Hong sat at his desk, his expression grim as he looked at the person before him.

"I didn’t expect King Landu to send you this time."

The visitor was dressed in black and had a small, thin frame.

Beneath a head of short, graying hair was a face that was practically skin and bones. The pupils in his triangular eyes were red.

He grinned, revealing a mouth full of pitch-black teeth, and spoke in a sinister voice,

"Your Majesty’s brother has died. He sent this old one to investigate, and I hope Lord Liu will lend a hand."

Just as Liu Hong was about to answer, the study suddenly brightened for a moment.

He turned his head slightly to look out the window and saw the golden lightning in the distant sky, a thoughtful look on his face.

"You should know that Lv Jiunan was killed by ’Dragon Spear’ Liu Wu."

The visitor followed his gaze, and the crimson in his triangular eyes deepened.

"Now that I am here, that ’Dragon Spear’ will surely die."

"It’s just that Your Majesty sent me here for another matter..."

He looked at Liu Hong, his expression turning ice-cold. "Lord Liu Hong, you promised to hand Asutai over to the Barbarian Race..."

"Where is he?!"