Chapter 486 - 293: You Are Not Chen Yi
Chapter 486: Chapter 293: You Are Not Chen Yi
"That’s right. I’ve been hiding in the Xiao Family for so long. Did you really think I’d die so easily here, at your hands?"
"What do you think?"
Hearing this, Du Cang’s laughter died. A sinister look darkened his withered face. "All the more reason you can’t be allowed to live!"
The words had barely faded.
The red light in his eyes flared, and a crimson brilliance spread throughout the entire pocket realm.
The tips of the black, feather-like snowflakes were dyed red.
The thorny vines oozed a dark red liquid.
The towering trees were cloaked in red. Branch after branch twisted and extended, hanging in midair like whips, their tips shaped like blades.
In the next moment, the realm’s killing intent erupted:
The black snow fluttered down, seemingly slow but deceptively fast.
The undulating thorny vines tore the ground into ravines.
Those branches stabbed out in unison.
—Their target: Chen Yi!
Chen Yi, in contrast, stared intently at Du Cang’s position.
Instead of retreating, he advanced.
He swept his Long Spear in a circle, clearing the thorny vines at his feet, and shot straight up.
The Long Spear cleared the way.
A golden radiance from his spear formed a pair of wings, shattering the black snow and sword-like branches. As if tearing the very fabric of this realm, he thrust toward Du Cang.
—Dragon-Falling Spear: Soaring Dragon Style!
In an instant, the Golden Radiance Spear Intent enveloped Chen Yi’s body, transforming him into a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon that shattered and dissipated the giant trees and black snow in its path.
The golden dragon opened its maw, as if to swallow Du Cang whole.
ROAR!
The dragon’s roars came one after another.
But Du Cang didn’t move an inch, allowing the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon to whistle through his body.
His smile was cold and sinister.
Chen Yi’s figure froze. He hovered on another giant tree, his face grave.
’This is... Black Magic?’
’I have to admit, this realm is quite formidable.’
’Even though I haven’t used my full strength, Du Cang’s ability to turn illusion into reality is not to be underestimated.’
Du Cang looked back at him and sneered, "I already told you. This is the Black Magic Secret Skill of Poshisu Country, a supreme skill of the National Preceptor himself."
"It’s not something your common Black Magic can compare to."
His gaze fell on the Long Spear in Chen Yi’s hand. "But you... Liu... Wu. Your Spear Dao should have just entered the Perfection Realm, correct?"
"If you were given a few more years to mature, you would surely become a great enemy to the King."
"Fortunately, I discovered you in time. You will surely die!"
As he spoke, he raised his hands, fingers spread, as if pulling the strings of a marionette.
The snow, branches, and thorns that Chen Yi had previously shattered re-formed and tangled together.
In the blink of an eye, they formed a Wooden Man with a body woven from branches, clothed in thorns, and with the black, feather-like snow for hair.
It also held a Long Spear in its hand.
The moment it formed, it thrust its spear at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi, intending to test it, also thrust his spear forward.
A flash of golden Spear Intent appeared and vanished, pressing against the branch-woven, thorn-covered spear.
CLANG!
Chen Yi was forced back a step, his body moving uncontrollably.
Amidst Du Cang’s sneer, the Wooden Man then stepped forward and thrust its spear again.
Chen Yi frowned slightly. He no longer blocked it head-on, twisting his body to dodge.
He swept his Long Spear, stabbing into the Wooden Man’s torso from an odd angle.
Spear Intent flared.
Golden light burst from the cracks in the Wooden Man. Rays of spear radiance shattered the snowflakes, branches, and thorns.
Leaving this pocket realm in shambles.
But the Wooden Man remained completely unharmed. Its first strike having missed, it thrust its spear again.
Like an immortal, unkillable monster, its focus was locked on Chen Yi.
What was even stranger was that while its body was as large as a mountain, its movements were not slow.
Each thrust was faster than the last.
Frowning, Chen Yi dodged each attack, occasionally thrusting his own spear to find a way to destroy it.
’So this is the Black Magic Secret Skill?’
’General Du, what a skill!’
Du Cang stood on a giant tree, watching him at leisure, and said with a sneer:
"Liu Wu, I know you haven’t used your full strength yet."
"But it doesn’t matter. With this treasure of mine, your defeat is only a matter of time. Let’s see how long you can last!"
Chen Yi glanced at him, his heart stirring. ’Treasure?’
His eyes scanned the area but found nothing. He stopped worrying and continued to fight the Wooden Man.
In a lull in the fighting, he used his Qi Observation Skill again,
to probe this pocket realm.
The giant trees, the feather-like black snowflakes, the thorny vines...
But in the end, he still couldn’t find the "treasure" Du Cang had mentioned.
Chen Yi sighed inwardly, having made a decision.
He then shot toward the Wooden Man’s waist, looking as small as one of the branches on its body.
But from the Long Spear in his hand, a golden spear radiance shot straight up, barely managing to connect with a wisp of Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism despite the realm’s restrictions.
A bolt of golden lightning descended from the dim, lightless sky, striking the Long Spear in Chen Yi’s hand.
The next moment.
Chen Yi’s entire body merged with his spear as a golden radiance erupted.
Like a golden sun, it radiated a brilliant light that dispelled the surrounding darkness.
The black snowflakes melted away.
The giant trees turned to sawdust.
The thorny vines froze their advance and withered into ash.
Even the pocket realm itself began to dissolve.
Seeing this, Du Cang’s face darkened, and he subconsciously crossed his hands over his chest.
Wisps of scarlet fluorescence shone from his chest as he tried to maintain the pocket realm’s existence.
But Chen Yi obviously wouldn’t give him the chance. The moment the realm above began to dissolve, he connected with the heavens and the earth, his Spear Intent blanketing the area of Spring Lotus Garden.
without letting a single trace escape.
The sky was thick with dark clouds, and the heavy rain still poured, pounding against the stone slabs in Spring Lotus Garden.
DRIP. DROP. DRIP.
Without the cover of the pocket realm, Du Cang was standing in a pavilion, watching Chen Yi while still holding his chest.
Chen Yi, in contrast, was using his Long Spear to support himself. He struggled to stand tall, his once-ruddy face now ghastly pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the sinister-faced Du Cang, wiped the blood from his mouth, and coughed.
"General Du, are you still going to kill me?"
"My Cultivation may be a bit weaker than yours right now, but your true body isn’t here. I still have ways to fight you to the death."
Before Du Cang could speak, he continued, "Cough, cough... how about I make a deal with you?"
Du Cang stared at him for a long time, then let his hands fall to his sides. In a hoarse voice, he said:
"Even if you used your Supreme Spear Dao to break my Black Magic Secret Skill, you’re a spent force. What gives you the right to bargain with me?"
Chen Yi forced a smile and uttered five words: "Lv Jiunan... is still alive."
Du Cang’s scarlet pupils flickered. His brow furrowed instantly, and he glared at him fiercely.
"Are you toying with me?"
"Everyone saw you kill Lv Jiunan that day. If not for that, His Majesty would not have been enraged and sent me here."
Chen Yi shook his head. "How could any outsider know better than I whether Lv Jiunan is alive or not?"
He paused, then explained, "Actually, I had intended to kill Lv Jiunan that day."
"But after learning he was King Landu’s brother, and later that he had manipulated Chen Yi into fleeing his own wedding, I changed my mind."
"If he hadn’t told me, how do you think I would know the truth about General Jinghong’s wedding day, General Du?"
Chen Yi took a deep breath and stood up straight. "Furthermore, he told me that King Landu wants him to marry into another clan of horse bandits. He cannot die."
He looked at Du Cang seriously. "If you don’t believe me, General, you are welcome to come to the Xiao Family again."
Du Cang’s expression flickered with uncertainty.
His preconceptions swayed him; he was already ninety-nine percent convinced.
After a long moment, he spoke in a sinister tone, "I’ll believe you for now and agree to this deal."
"But, since it’s a deal, it ought to be fair."
"Hm?"
Before Chen Yi could ask, he sensed another sinister aura from outside the Marquis’s Mansion.
It was identical to the aura of the "Uncle Gui" before him.
The next moment, a panicked voice cried out from outside the mansion:
"Young Mistress! Who dares to kidnap the daughter of the Dingyuan Marquis’s Mansion?!"
’The daughter...’
’Xiao Wan’er...’
A flash of intense killing intent appeared deep in Chen Yi’s eyes as he stared at Du Cang. "What... are you doing?"
A sinister smile spread across Du Cang’s face.
"Liu Wu, I will only wait for you for half a day. If you don’t come, she will surely die, hahaha..."
"Remember, bring General Lü!"