Chapter 238: 198 Zhang No one can live for 1000 years!!! [4500-word Chapter!]_2
"Thank you, Grandmaster."
Wang Tuan received the pills, clasped his hands toward Chen Jichuan to bow once more, but upon standing up, he tucked the three pill bottles into his robe and apologized, "With a formidable enemy before us, it is difficult to calmly refine the medicinal effects. I will wait until after this battle to take them."
With a formidable enemy before them.
Though the three ancestral figures appeared genuine, their sudden emergence made Wang Tuan hesitant to fully believe them. On top of that, offering healing pills right away—if poisoned—would spell their end.
Better safe than sorry.
Sun Zhenshan, observing quietly, soon came to the same realization. After some consideration, he too agreed with the approach.
The ancestral scroll.
Great Sun Golden Peng Bird.
While these items did validate the identities of the three figures present, no one had ever seen them firsthand. It was better to err on the side of caution. Even if they were reprimanded by the ancestral figures afterward, risking the lives of Taixu Sword Sect’s elite to test medicine was not an option.
"Hm."
"As you wish."
Chen Jichuan, perceiving Wang Tuan’s concerns, showed no displeasure. Gifting the pills, he turned his attention to Li Qingshan and said, "That man earlier was Zhang Jian, the foremost expert of the Golden Blade Shura Sect, known as ’Night Shura.’ His saber technique is fierce and unpredictable. Senior Brother, why not face him for a bout?"
The Six Great Sects have launched an assault on Pengshan County.
Upon learning the news, Chen Jichuan summoned the Great Sun Golden Peng Bird and headed straight for the depths of Qinling to awaken Li Qingshan and Wang Yan, who had been dormant for six hundred years.
He had brought them here specifically to challenge contemporary elites and sharpen themselves.
To sleep through such an incredible era would be far too regrettable.
Battling against these experts could unleash their potential; perhaps in the years to come, they might find a glimmer of hope to surpass their limits and prove their Dao in ultimate strength.
"Alright."
Li Qingshan, though internally conflicted, responded affirmatively. He quickly cleared his mind of distractions, grasped his spear, and strode forward to engage in battle.
"Grandmaster Qingshan!"
Wang Tuan and Sun Zhenshan called out simultaneously, visibly concerned.
Both were at Void Nether Third Layer.
One was ’Night Shura,’ who had dominated across Seven States in recent years and boasted widespread renown.
The other was a formidable figure from two eras ago who had vanished without a trace for six hundred years.
Wang Tuan and Sun Zhenshan understood that their sect possessed a lost frost-sealing secret technique, and inferred that these three ancestral figures had just awakened from their dormancy.
Having slumbered for six centuries.
To immediately face someone of Night Shura’s caliber, the two couldn’t help but worry.
"No need for concern."
"Senior Brother can handle it."
Chen Jichuan waved it off casually.
Wang Yan chimed in, "If Junior Master says it’s fine, then it must be fine. Be at ease."
"Understood."
Wang Tuan and Sun Zhenshan could only comply, watching over Chen Jichuan and Wang Yan while keeping their eyes on the unfolding battle.
"Who dares approach?"
On Beiyin River, Zhang Jian raised his brow slightly, gazing toward Li Qingshan.
"Taixu Sword Sect, Li Qingshan."
Li Qingshan, without hesitation or concealment, reported his name. With a flick of his spear, he enveloped Zhang Jian within its range.
"Li Qingshan?"
"Impossible!"
"Is it just a coincidence of names?"
"It can’t be! I already suspected something earlier—the Great Sun Golden Peng Bird! Two men and one woman! Aren’t the Taixu Three Ancestors precisely two men and one woman? Moreover, one of the Taixu Three Ancestors, Li Qingshan, was once called ’Five Elements Spear,’ his spear technique unmatched in his era. This man wields a spear as well!"
"Hiss!"
"My heavens! This changes everything!"
...
Li Qingshan’s name dropped like a bombshell, triggering tidal waves of shock on both banks of the Beiyin River.
Li Qingshan.
’Five Elements Spear’ Li Qingshan.
This was a figure famous a thousand years ago and missing for six hundred years, one of the Revival Three Ancestors of Taixu Sword Sect. Now, emerging after six centuries, who wouldn’t be astounded?!
"Li Qingshan?"
"One of the Taixu Three Ancestors, ’Five Elements Spear’ Li Qingshan?!"
"Not possible!"
"How could anyone live for a thousand years?!"
Zhang Jian, upon hearing this, felt a mix of panic and disbelief.
To his knowledge, Li Qingshan was nearly five hundred years old six centuries ago. The rumor claimed he had consumed the Undying Grass.
But a single stalk of Undying Grass could only extend lifespan by about two hundred years.
A thousand years?
Ludicrous!
"Could it be an impersonation, trying to create a false display of power?"
Zhang Jian suppressed his chaotic thoughts, forcing himself to calm down as he sneered inwardly, "Trying to distract me with mental games? Taixu Sword Sect truly knows how to put on a show!"
Steeling his focus, he dismissed all other distractions.
Brandishing his steel saber, he charged forward to engage Li Qingshan.
And thus, the two clashed fiercely on the Beiyin River—
’Five Elements Spear’ in fury, ’Night Shura’ showing his might.
Spear thrust to meet saber block, saber strike met by spear parry.
One was Li Qingshan, who was sweeping through Seven States, the other, Zhang Jian, a contemporary genius.
Initially battling atop the water’s surface, the fight eventually shifted to the river’s central depths.
Reincarnation Spear, sharp and piercing; Ruyi Saber, fierce like a raging gale. Each strike threatened to send souls to the underworld, each counter sought judgment from King Yan.
Both were unmatched experts, trading blow for blow, an electrifying affair.
For a time, they seemed evenly matched, with no clear winner or loser.
...
"Reincarnation Spear!"
Wang Tuan and Sun Zhenshan, observing carefully, finally felt relieved.
Although Grandmaster Qingshan hadn’t overwhelmed his opponent, relying on the ’Reincarnation Spear’—obtained when Grandmaster Wang Shan slew the Xingyi Sect’s Old Ancestor during the historic battle at White Horse Lake—he managed to hold his ground without showing signs of defeat.
This already exceeded their expectations, bringing both relief and joy.
For Taixu Sword Sect, at the brink of survival, having one more Void Nether expert offered a shred of hope for prolonging its legacy.
Yet—
"With the ancestral figures returning to the world, suspicions are inevitable. Once this news spreads, it will surely alarm the Seven States. At that point, the other Six States will undoubtedly act."
"Is this a blessing or a curse?!"
Wang Tuan and Sun Zhenshan shared a silent glance, their initial joy dampened by the weight of further considerations.
Wang Yan was untouched by these worries.
She watched the battle quietly, witnessing her legendary Junior Master Qingshan, freshly awakened only to encounter such a formidable opponent, and still contend with him on equal footing—such a sight left her astonished. She turned toward Wang Tuan and asked, "Who is this man on the field? Which state’s overlord commands such prowess?"