Chapter 240 Jiang Hanyan (2/2)
Shen Lian recognized the compass. It was called the Underworld Flying Needle. This was because, on this compass, there were three hundred and sixty-five orifices that correspond with the circle of Qi. As long as it was stimulated, flying needles condensed from the Gengjin Qi of Essence would be released.Hundreds of flying needles could be activated at once, coupled with the sharpness of the Gengjin Qi of Essence, like a furious storm, it was impossible to defend against. In the end, the person struck by the needles would lose their lives to the underworld.
There was once a Qiaodong cultivator that killed a Huandan cultivator using the Underworld Flying Needles, which was evident just how formidable that instrument was. Even so, it seemed that the owner of this compass had the odds against him rather than in his favor.
The two continued forward and saw a gigantic body propped on a huge rock. From the side of the body, there was a deep blade mark that overturned the flesh, black and yellow in color. The place the body was propped against, however, did not have any blood trickling down. This person's body was ginormous, like a little giant.
Compared to the herculean man who was like the mortal iron tower, this body was taller and stouter. From the characteristics of the flesh wound, it was enough to see that the Dao formula that this person cultivated was the rare Xuanmen art that could rival the Buddhist sect's King Kong Strength—The Art of Gigantes.
According to legend, one could cultivate the divine form of the Gigantes when this art has been cultivated to the end. One could be mighty enough to raise and move mountains, split the rivers apart. Its power and ability were not under the Buddhist sect's King Kong Strength. In ancient times, there was an area that was tyrannized by floods because of the obstructing mountains. The flood waters could not be smoothly discharged into the sea, therefore the waters overflowed to the surrounding areas. The locals went through unbearable suffering and this disturbed a nearby almighty cultivator. This almighty cultivator was born human and he had cultivated the divine form of the Gigantes. So, in one night time, he moved the mountains and saved the living creatures of that area.
Because of this, some places still have the Temple of Gigantes that enjoyed prayers from the mortal realm.
Even though this person's Art of Gigantes was no adept but it also could not be overlooked. After all, to be able to cultivate until the flesh and blood became black and yellow, even if he did not have Yuefei's ability to shake the mountains, but his divine power and firm body would make it hard to the ordinary Buxu cultivator to behead him.
Additionally, the Art of Gigantes had another particularity, which was that the cultivator of this art would naturally condense refined and pure divine Qi. As long as the divine Qi perpetuates, even if he was injured seriously he could still live. Unless the other's attack was too formidable and was able to stifle this divine Qi in a blink of an eye, then only he could not have escaped.
Since the beginning of time, the people who cultivate this art got lesser and lesser, because this was difficult with countless pain and suffering. Before achieving the divine form of the Gigantes, they were still of mortal lifespan, which meant they would not make it pass a hundred and fifty years old.
Once this person perished, this art would be cut off. It was truly a pity.
Zhao Xiaoyu blinked, as though deep in thought she said, ”Even with both your power and mine, to be able to strike these three formidable cultivators dead in an instance would be pushing it. This person's swordcraft is really scary.”
At that point, it was needless to say that the blade that started all of these was that person with the chilling mist-like sword will. There was also an even higher possibility that it was the Senior Apprentice-Sister that the two disciples of the Chunyang Daoist Palace mentioned.
This swordcraft was indeed horrifying and daunting.
As they walked upwards, there was a gradual thin white mist. The cold air was heavy and even the both of them felt a little cold.
This was not caused by any formation. It was solely because of the aura that was given out by that sword will have caused the frigid mist to be formed here. Due to the natural infusion of the Qi of vitality, a cold sensation appeared, which was why the two felt 'cold'.
The white mist thickened, hiding the stream, giant trees and rocks.
Some of the sunlight from outside penetrated and landed on the frosty white mist, which was why it seemed dreamlike, like a celestial environment.
Without realizing, they reached a tall cliff. This area was empty and big. In front was a pool of water with a small opening. The water slowly trickled down. This was where the river stream of the top of the mountain came from. As for the water that was against the edge of the cliff, it suspended as a streaming of gushing waterfall.
By the side of the pool of water, a lady in a red dress stood quietly. It was not a dark red but a light red, pink dress. Frigid clouds and mist drifted around her and huddled underneath her feet was a green ermine-like small beast. It seemed as though it was unconscious.
Shen Lian's Dharma empowered eyes were like burning torches that could see the fine hair on other people's faces from many miles away, but he could not get a clear view of the lady.
He tried concentrating slightly and his mind naturally drifted.
Zhao Xiaoyu extended a finger and a deep and quiet light broke through the white mist, which caused the sight of the lady in the pink dress to fall clearly in their line of sight. Her Wusheng Finger was more formidable than back then.
However, the finger strength could only disperse the cold smoke, but not dispel the lingering sword will.
Her eyebrows were arched slightly like two new moons. She had an oval face, her skin was white as snow. She was exquisite and fine like cool jade. Her slender frame stood in far away, like the plum flower that was cool and free.
The autumn river water like the peaceful cold smoke, the reflection in the water like silk sateen.
This verse suddenly popped out in Shen Lian's mind, which was very suitable to the woman's qualities.
”Wusheng Finger. Are you the current saintess of the Nine Lotus Secret Order?” The lady in the pink dress had a pure and proud expression, she gazed at Zhao Xiaoyu with indifferent eyes.
Zhao Xiaoyu smiled a little, nodding her head at the same time, which would account as a reply.
”And who are you?” This time the lady pointed her slender and clear jade-like fingers. The direction was natural towards Shen Lian.
”I am Shen Lian, you must be the Senior Apprentice-Sister of the Chunyang Daoist Palace. How do I address you?” Shen Lian asked bak.
”Jiang Hanyan.”
”That's a really pleasant name. Also, please put your finger down, I don't really like it when others are pointing at me.” Shen Lian added with mirth.岳飞－ A famous general from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.[2] 一江秋水澹寒烟,水影明如练. － A verse by Nizan (倪瓒). Taken from ”小桃红·一江秋水澹寒烟”.