Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

Chapter 55: Vanished Dark Candle

After the battle in the inner library began, the entire martial arts arsenal defense started to move, converging towards the inner library from all directions like a tide.

Wei Yan charged outwards with his knife, going against the current.

To avoid leaking any information, the defense of all the arsenals was kept in the dark about this operation. Only Wei Yan was ambushed here.

He was enough on his own.

More experts were actually scattered throughout the entire city. As the lord of the city, Wei Quji used the Ming Candle as bait, but he would never endanger the people of the entire Maple Forest City.

Fortunately, the Three Cities Debate attracted a large number of people to watch, and the safety of the martial arts arena was guaranteed. This greatly reduced the pressure of defense.

The two city guards who faced Wei Yan didn't say a word and turned to follow him. Wei Yan casually said, "Just stay here and don't leave without permission."

Although the Ming Candle was taken away, the martial arts arsenal was still the top priority.

Two city guards soldiers were still guarding the gate of the arsenal. They naturally heard the commotion inside the arsenal, but before they received orders, the gate was their post.

They were already fully alert, but when a blood light stuck to the wall and swam out, they still had no idea.

At this time, a young nobleman dressed in luxurious clothing passed by, shaking his folding fan. He rolled up his sleeves as if shaking off the dust. The blood snake disappeared.

The young nobleman continued walking and reached the end of this street. He passed by a ready-to-wear store and brushed shoulders with a hawker carrying a load.

Walking on Xuanwu Street, he looked relaxed and even hummed a tune.

Two experts from the city guard flew past him, just behind him, and killed a revealed evil cultivator with their swords.

The young nobleman seemed completely unaware and gradually moved away.

"Stop!" One of the city guard experts shouted.

The young nobleman was too calm, arousing his suspicion.

The young nobleman turned his back to the two alert city guard experts, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose into a sneer.

He was about to go mad on the street when suddenly a long knife whistled through the air.

"Quick Snow!" He widened his eyes and looked down at the narrow and straight blade slowly disappearing from his chest, being pulled out.

The knife was called Quick Snow, and the person was Wei Yan.

Perhaps he already understood that death was inevitable, and he didn't ask himself how he was discovered and caught up to.

The fear in his eyes faded away, gradually replaced by a kind of madness. He laughed triumphantly, "The thing... is not with me!"

Wei Yan sheathed his knife and left.

At this time, the hawker carrying the load had already walked onto Qingmu Avenue. He had two bamboo baskets filled with miscellaneous goods, both covered with a piece of linen, swaying on his shoulders.

One of the baskets had a strange thing among the groceries. It was a small, dark-colored candle.

...

Dong A and Wei Quji were both watching the battle in the stands, but no one knew that their attention was not here.When Yu Wei Qujie spoke, what he cared about more was the trap he set up in the city today. It was a simple lure, but its execution was perfect and the effect was outstanding.

For Dong Alai, he was more concerned about the safety of the entire Fenglin City compared to the results of the Three Cities Debate. On the other hand, he had some confidence in Zhang Linchuan. Even after Lin Zhengren had demonstrated the strength of a sixth-grade cultivator, he remained unshaken.

The two bigwigs standing at the top of Fenglin City only spoke in each other's ears.

Yu Wei Qujie sneered, "Seeing the Ming Candle is like a dog seeing a bone. Those guys are indeed demons of the White Bone Path!"

The Ming Candle was a treasure of the underworld and was left behind by the White Bone Path. Yu Wei Qujie deliberately took out the Ming Candle to verify his guess.

Dong Alai frowned, "The White Bone Path has been destroyed for two hundred years. The ancestors cleaned it up for nine years and killed them all. How come there are still remnants left?"

"A centipede dies but never falls."

...

Lin Zhengren defeated Fu Baosong with seemingly little effort. The next battle would be between him and Zhang Linchuan.

Zhang Linchuan did not remove his hand from his mouth and frowned, "Can we clean up this place before we fight?"

He had easily defeated his opponent before, but this time he would not be able to consider other things while fighting Lin Zhengren.

There was a dedicated sparring ground in the Daoist Academy, but the Fenglin City Daoist Academy itself could not accommodate so many spectators. The square outside the city lord's mansion had no array inscriptions at all.

The battlefield where they fought had already been destroyed. The tiles were shattered, mud and water mixed together, and there were many pits. Plus, some people had shed blood, so it was a mess.

Zhang Linchuan frowned heavily, "This fighting environment is really dirty."

Dong Alai didn't even lift his eyelids, "If you say one more word, I'll throw you into the cesspool for three days."

Zhang Linchuan immediately put away his handkerchief and smiled politely and mechanically at the referee, "We can start now."

At the referee's command, Lin Zhengren strode forward.

Then thunder roared.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Lin Zhengren's body was like waves, with three waves in succession.

And behind him, there were already three charred deep pits.

Zhang Linchuan had many quirks. You could say he was a clean freak, picky, lazy, and did things his own way.

But you couldn't deny his strength.

Everyone knew that thunder magic was fierce, but how many people could truly control it?

Lin Zhengren had two instant Dao techniques inscribed in his Tongtian Palace, the Wave Three Stacks and the Vine Snake Wall. He didn't choose to defend first, but chose to move first, naturally for...attack!

A seed broke through the soil, the bud bloomed, and its sharp teeth were like hooks. It took a bite!

A lower-grade Dao technique, the Flower of Consumption.

Zhang Linchuan flew lightly, threw a thunderball into the flower's mouth with his other hand, and rose into the air, pinching his fingers towards the sky above the charred corpse of the Flower of Consumption.

Dark clouds gathered, and thunder was faintly heard.Roar!

A water dragon burst out with a roar, but it did not attack Zhang Linchuan. It just flicked its tail and directly dispersed the dark clouds.

Water mist exploded in the sky, lightning flashed, and then dissipated.

This scene was extremely beautiful, causing the onlookers to exclaim in amazement.

But Zhang Linchuan's carefully prepared Dao technique was thus scattered.

If the most significant difference between a powerhouse who opened the door of heaven and earth and a cultivator below the seventh level was that they could begin to master A-grade Dao techniques, then could some exceptionally talented individuals who had already mastered certain A-grade Dao techniques before the sixth level, such as Wang Changxiang and Zhang Linchuan, make up for the difference? What was the difference between them and the powerhouse who opened the door of heaven and earth?

Lin Zhengren gave the answer.

A powerhouse who opened the door of heaven and earth was almost fused with heaven and earth, able to penetrate the flow of heaven and earth's aura and immediately perceive the flaws in Dao techniques.

This was reflected in battle by defeating Zhang Linchuan's powerful Dao technique while he was still preparing it.

But that was not all.

In almost the blink of an eye, Lin Zhengren appeared in front of Zhang Linchuan.

It was only then that everyone noticed that he was still stepping on a water dragon wave under his feet. He had actually completed a close-range attack while stepping on this offensive Dao technique!

After opening the door of heaven and earth, he had a completely new understanding of all Dao techniques, greatly reducing the time it took to form hand seals and enabling him to quickly develop other variations.

While Zhang Linchuan was still in the air, Lin Zhengren's hand was already touching him.

The outcome seemed to be about to be determined.