Ch 145: Funeral Song

“Excuse me.”

Tomb King’s attitude was very good. Even though everything within Celestial Mechanism Valley was not to his liking, his voice remained gentle, his tone neither hurried nor impatient:

“This King’s cultivation is called 【Funeral Song】, one of our sect’s ‘Seven Secrets, Three Treasures, Six Profound Sect’, far surpassing ordinary martial arts.

“Once cultivated, one can attain Great Divine Ability and great fortune.

“Young man, you cannot kill this King… This King can die ten thousand times and yet crawl out of the tomb ten thousand times.

“And you, only have one chance.

“One day, when you have exhausted all your hidden strengths, and have no more reserves, you will die by this King’s hand, with no chance of turning back.”

Chu Qing felt a little disappointed. He thought that this Tomb King was brimming with confidence and would reveal some of the effects of the 【Funeral Song】.

But he only said a name?

Chu Qing’s expression was strange:

“Die ten thousand times, crawl out of the tomb ten thousand times?

“Your Honor’s cultivation seems not to be martial arts, but Immortal Arts?”

“Hahaha.”

Tomb King suddenly laughed:

“Martial arts can transcend the divine. Our martial arts, in the eyes of ordinary people, are no different from immortals and Buddhas.

“Villa Master Wen, what do you think?”

Wen Fusheng shook his head slightly:

“Ultimately, we are mortal flesh. There are no immortal beings in this world, and no eternal life!”

“Underestimating yourself is the reason for your lack of progress in recent years… You dare not become a Buddha or ancestor, and you will never ascend to a high position.

“If you don’t believe you can do it, then you certainly cannot.”

Tomb King took a step forward, his internal energy spreading throughout his body, vaguely seeming to pull a large curtain, behind which were towering mountains.

Overlooking thousands of feet, obscuring the sun and sky.

As soon as this internal energy appeared, everyone in Celestial Mechanism Valley felt it.

Invisible sorrow spread in eight directions, and the sorrow naturally circulated.

Suddenly, someone knelt down on the ground with a thud, crying loudly.

This cry seemed contagious. One after another, martial arts experts gave up their fight against the Heavenly Evil Cult and knelt on the ground weeping, as if their family members had died, their grief evident.

Chu Qing witnessed this change and his heart trembled slightly.

The Mingyu True Scripture naturally flowed through his meridians. The cold internal energy calmed his heart, and he was not troubled by anything.

On the other hand, Wen Fusheng’s expression gradually became ferocious. The Derivation Heaven Star Controlling Skill flowed through his meridians, causing his hair to fly, and a red glow faintly visible in his eyes.

Tomb King said softly:

“With a mere gesture, all beings fall.

“This King is not an immortal, so what if he were?”

Among the crowd, Bian Cheng, who had been protecting Mo Duxing and Wenrou, had a serious expression:

“Something’s wrong, use your internal energy, be careful…”

Halfway through his words, he discovered that both Wenrou and Mo Duxing were calm and composed.

Completely unaffected by the atmosphere.

He was stunned for a moment. So, I’m the only clown?

However, the next moment, a scene suddenly appeared before his eyes…

Flames, screaming, blood, corpses, a city surrounded by despair appeared.

A great sense of grief and resentment filled his heart.

He reached out and wiped his cheek, only to find that he was already in tears.

“But I shouldn’t cry… I should hate!!”

Bian Cheng muttered, then suddenly realized that he had already been affected.

Tomb King’s martial arts were too strange and bizarre. They could evoke people’s sad pasts, making them experience life and death separation once again.

Bian Cheng dared not think too much. He didn’t care about the time, immediately sat cross-legged, and tried to use the Unchanging Heavenly Book to resist.

But before he closed his eyes, he noticed Hua Jinnian not far away, his eyes red. Besides sadness, the hatred in his eyes was even more prominent than his own.

He… also has a secret?

Mo Duxing watched as one by one everyone sat down, then sighed, held his sword, and took a step forward:

“At the crucial moment, it’s still up to me.”

But before he could take a step, Wenrou pulled him back:

“Eldest Senior Brother, don’t be reckless… I’ll protect you.”

Mo Duxing looked around and nodded slightly:

“Alright.”

Wenrou was relieved to see him agree.

She was naturally indifferent to the seven emotions, but because she cultivated the Unchanging Heavenly Book, although her facial expressions were rare, her inner thoughts were abundant.

She was not unaffected, but the impact was far less profound than others.

But that alone was not enough. How should she solve this, and save them?

As for why she should save them, Wenrou didn’t really understand.

It was simply the teachings of Wen Fusheng and Cui Bunu, and she had witnessed Chu Qing drawing his sword to save people in Divine Blade City.

She simply followed suit.

Just as she was frowning slightly and thinking hard, the sound of chanting suddenly sounded.

That voice seemed to contain a special warmth, entering people’s hearts and soothing their sorrow.

Wenrou looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a young man in white clothes, holding a flower in one hand and clasping his hands together in the other.

The chanting came from him.

And his internal energy rolled all over his body, bright and radiant, as if there was a great sun in the sky, shining on the world.

The sound passed, soothing the heartache.

Wenrou knew this person…

He saved Xu Mao’s younger sister, Xu Qiaohui, and Xia Wanshuang, who once had some connection with Chu Qing.

He was from… Thousand Sun Mountain, Guangzhao Temple, a disciple of Master Tianyou?

Could this be Buddhist martial arts?

But if it’s Buddhist martial arts, shouldn’t a monk be more proficient, rather than Not a Monk?

Wenrou thought to herself and looked for Not a Monk.

But after searching around, she found that Not a Monk, who had been there just now, was nowhere to be seen.

At this moment, Bian Cheng’s voice reached her ears:

“He’s about to collapse…”

Wenrou turned to look at him:

“Are you alright?”

“Almost…”

Bian Cheng gritted his teeth and suddenly stood up:

“I’ll go help him!”

With these words, he leaped to Zuo Wenchuan’s side.

At this time, Zuo Wenchuan’s sun above his head was about to fall, his chanting trembling slightly, his forehead and cheeks covered in sweat.

This method is good, but it demands too much internal energy.

Now he was using all his life’s cultivation, doing his best and leaving the rest to fate. At worst, he would sacrifice himself.

Seeing that his internal energy was almost depleted, Bian Cheng’s hand, which had been gathering strength, was already placed on Zuo Wenchuan’s back.

The gradually dried meridians were moistened again, the sun that was about to fall was lifted again, Zuo Wenchuan’s spirit lifted, and his chanting became louder.

“I’ll help you too!!”

Hua Jinnian, who had climbed up from the ground, wiped the tears from his face fiercely, quickly came to Zuo Wenchuan’s side, and also sent out a palm strike.

With the help of these two, Zuo Wenchuan finally managed to temporarily escape the danger of depleting his internal energy.

One by one, the figures who had knelt on the ground in pain stood up again.

Tomb King sighed softly:

“Ants, how dare you defy my will?”

As soon as these words came out, three people in the crowd suddenly raised their heads.

One was Shao Ziheng of the ‘Huayang Sword’, one was Zhuo Ku of the ‘Thousand Buddha Palm’, and the last one was Chang Wei of the ‘Solitary Peak’. Blood suddenly flowed down their foreheads.

On their cheeks, it drew hideous scars.

But the expressions on their faces were not dazed, but terrified and angry:

“You actually lied to me…”

Before they could finish, their clarity faded, and their eyes became cloudy.

Shao Ziheng and Zhuo Ku leaped up. Shao Ziheng raised his sword and attacked, and in an instant, the sky was full of sword marks.

Zhuo Ku’s palm technique was overwhelming, and a huge palm print slammed down from mid-air.

These two were prominent figures in Nanling, their martial arts were originally superior to Zuo Wenchuan and the other three, and their current attacks were even more magnificent and ruthless, leaving no room for mercy.

Wenrou’s eyes flashed, and she was about to point her finger.

But at this moment, a figure arrived in mid-air. His hair flew, and his luxurious robe rustled in the wind.

He broke Shao Ziheng’s ‘Huayang Sword’ with one finger, and then pushed out with a single palm, colliding with Zhuo Ku.

This strike was made in anger. Earlier, Zhuo Ku had not even said a word before trying to snatch the Heavenly Mechanism Order.

This had already angered Wen Fusheng, who had wanted to secretly kill this clueless fellow.

However, the timing was not right, so he had suppressed his anger and refrained from acting.

But he never expected this kid to dare to jump out again?

Wasn’t this a case of revenge for hatred and resentment?

With this palm strike, Zhuo Ku’s body trembled, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

However, he seemed completely unaware of the pain, his palm force did not decrease but increased, trying to finish things off with Wen Fusheng in mid-air.

Would Wen Fusheng be afraid of him?

The old man’s hair flew, his sleeves fluttered, and he sent out wave after wave of powerful force.

Zhuo Ku spat out another mouthful of blood… but even though he was about to die, he did not retreat.

At this moment, Chang Wei charged forward.

This man’s body-tempering hard qigong caused a loud rumbling sound on the ground wherever he passed, like a prehistoric beast, fiercely charging towards Zuo Wenchuan.

Wen Fusheng’s internal energy was profound. Although Tomb King’s martial arts were bizarre, the impact on him was not great.

With Zuo Wenchuan’s help, he had already suppressed his sadness.

Now, seeing Chang Wei suddenly attack, he didn’t care about anything else and wanted to abandon Zhuo Ku and deal with Chang Wei first.

But at this moment, he wanted to leave, but Zhuo Ku did not want him to leave.

He actually used all his internal energy to restrain Wen Fusheng… He was already at a disadvantage in a contest of internal energy.

This move was like inviting a thief into the house, a quick death strategy.

He simply wanted to use his own life to exchange for the lives of Zuo Wenchuan and the other two.

Wen Fusheng’s face darkened. Chu Qing was now facing Tomb King. Although they had not yet fought, if Chu Qing dared to make any rash moves, he would surely face a fatal blow.

He was being restrained by Zhuo Ku… and who could stop Chang Wei’s hard qigong?

Not a Monk?

This old thing came strangely, and where did he go now?

Just as he was feeling anxious, a figure arrived in mid-air, instantly blocking Chang Wei.

“Sun Xiaoxiang!?”

Wen Fusheng was slightly stunned, but the next moment, his face changed drastically.

He saw Sun Xiaoxiang push out with both hands, and five figures emerged from behind her.

This martial art is unique and is Ghost Emperor Modo’s ultimate skill, 【Five Ghosts Steal Heaven Technique】!

The five dark shadows behind her also reached out at the moment Sun Xiaoxiang struck with her palms.

The dark internal energy instantly condensed from all directions, finally converging on Sun Xiaoxiang’s palms.

BANG!!!!

A deafening roar erupted, as if what was colliding at this moment was not just two people, but two mountains.

After the roar, Chang Wei flew back violently.

The violent gale force wind swept in eight directions, Sun Xiaoxiang flicked her sleeve, and all the gale force wind was gathered in front of her, without affecting Zuo Wenchuan and the other two behind her.

At the same time, Zhuo Ku could no longer support himself.

His meridians could not bear the internal energy of the Derivation Heaven Star Controlling Skill, his skin cracked, and what flowed out was not blood, but internal energy.

POP POP POP!!!

Internal energy splashed out, followed by blood.

The next moment, Zhuo Ku, like a tattered sack, flew out spinning, his body full of holes.

Wen Fusheng landed, looking at Sun Xiaoxiang beside him:

“You… joined the Ghost Emperor’s faction?”

“Not that lucky.”

Sun Xiaoxiang smiled faintly:

“Just a pawn.”

The pawn of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors would naturally not come to Luochenshan Villa for a mere Heavenly Mechanism Order.

Did she come because of the Heavenly Evil Cult?

Wen Fusheng wanted to ask further, but Chang Wei had already gotten up.

His eyes were completely red, and a growth had appeared on his brow at some point.

His eyes were already clouded…

Many martial arts experts present had seen this appearance before.

After all, this evening, another person like this had died in front of Luochenshan Villa.

“King Yama’s Order!”

Chu Qing looked at Tomb King:

“Ling Beichen said that the person who planted the King Yama’s Order on him… was nearby.

“It’s you.

“I just didn’t expect this skill to be so hidden, they didn’t even know they were hit by this move?”

“King Yama summons, it depends on whether they accept the order.

“Ling Beichen did not want to, so he could only be a madman.

“If they are willing, the situation is naturally different.

“So, Third Young Master, this is not your first encounter with this King.”

Tomb King sighed:

“This King doesn’t want to clash with you, but today doesn’t seem like a good day for idle talk…

“This body is good at fist and foot techniques, let this King experience your fist and foot skills.”

“This body…”

Chu Qing held his blade horizontally. You say fist and foot techniques, so it’s fist and foot techniques? Do you really think you’re a king? You say what is what?

The next moment, wind and thunder arose from the ground, and Tomb King reached out with both hands, as if all the air in the ten directions had been grasped by his fists.

Following that, Tomb King’s fists were like dragons emerging from the sea, striking fiercely.

Visible to the naked eye, the wind swirled, and the fist force was wrapped in the gale force wind, truly like two ferocious dragons charging fiercely towards Chu Qing.

A divine light flashed in Chu Qing’s eyes, he raised his single blade, entering the gaps with no thickness, the blade’s edge starting from the weak points, his body following the blade, breaking through the endless fist wind.

But the next moment, a grayish fist slammed down.

Chu Qing’s single blade trembled, this fist landed heavily on the blade.

ZZZZ!!!

CRACK!!

The sound of the blade ringing accompanied by the cracking sound of shattering. Chu Qing’s blade was not a good one to begin with, Tomb King’s fist was too hard, his internal energy too strong, this punch actually created a crack in Chu Qing’s blade.

If not for Chu Qing’s protection with his internal energy, ten such blades would have shattered under this punch.

The next moment, dragging the heavy blade, using Seven Turns to assist Seven Absolutes, and using Seven Absolutes to absorb Seven Injuries, the single blade was like a thunderbolt running, suddenly slashing towards Tomb King’s neck.

CRACK!!!

The blade entered his throat, but this time it was not the head that broke.

But the blade!

The already damaged blade completely shattered at this moment.

Chu Qing’s figure was like smoke, suddenly drifting back several meters.

Tomb King did not pursue, but gently brushed off the fragments of the blade left on his neck:

“Now that you have no blade in hand, what will you do?”

“Want a blade… that’s not difficult.”

Chu Qing shook his head slightly, threw the broken blade in his hand:

“But I’ve changed my mind. Your fist technique is fierce, combined with your indestructible body-protecting skill, I would like to test my skills against it.”

The eyes under Tomb King’s mask shone with excitement:

“Good, this King awaits with bated breath.”