Chapter 208: Intense Battle Inside the Building

Li Weiyi was not afraid of Yang Qingxi. What he feared was that if she escaped, such an excellent opportunity as tonight would be lost.

As for taking Yang Yun hostage…

It was hard to say how much weight this brother, Yang Yun, held in Yang Qingxi's heart.

In a flash, Li Weiyi made his decision. His eyes dark, he stepped towards the gate of Xianlefang, which was as black as the entrance to an abyss, ignoring Yang Yun at the doorway.

From the insect pouch at his waist, two Phoenix-wing Moth Emperors silently slipped out.

Stepping inside, Li Weiyi released his perception.

Inside, it was abnormally dark; even a martial cultivator's 'eye of dharma power' could see nothing.

Suddenly, the sound of a door closing came from behind him.

A gauze lantern hanging from the beam was lit, casting a dim, flickering light across the spacious hall that connected the four-story pavilion, creating shifting shadows.

Li Weiyi stood in the center of the hall.

He saw Yang Zhiyong, with his tall and imposing physique, standing on the staircase leading from the first to the second floor directly ahead, holding a halberd. The red carpet beneath his feet stretched all the way to the main door, as if specifically laid out for a trap designed to ensnare a target.

Li Weiyi's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged as he turned sideways to look behind him.

It was Yang Qingxi, dressed in a black robe, who had personally closed the door.

She locked the door.

She turned around, stood before the door, and looked directly at Li Weiyi.

Under the crimson glow of the gauze lantern on the beam, Yang Qingxi's pure immortal body skin, delicate and fair, emitted a faint rosy hue. Her figure, a head taller than ordinary women, was all leg, creating a breathtakingly perfect proportion.

Li Weiyi could hear various subtle sounds coming from the rooms in the four-story pavilion, and peeking eyes through window cracks… Clearly, many people resided in this brothel.

It was just that tonight, they had closed early!

By the railing on the third floor, a wooden chair held an elegant figure of unparalleled grace. Their face was unclear, but only a pair of hands, characteristic of a pure immortal body martial cultivator, were visible.

Holding a bamboo scroll, he calmly read and absorbed its contents.

Li Weiyi sighed softly, "Is Young Miss testing me?"

Yang Qingxi praised sincerely, "You are truly formidable. At such a young age, to be so calm in this situation. But there's no need to keep up the act, is there?"

Yang Zhiyong nodded in agreement, "Your disguise technique is almost flawless, rarely seen in the world. But you've used it too many times; how could we not be wary? You shouldn't have disguised yourself as Yang Yue. I'm too familiar with him, including his walking posture and subtle eye habits."

Yang Qingxi said, "The wolf scouts placed by the Earth Wolf King's army were already under my control and just reported to me. Li Weiyi, did you underestimate my abilities too much, or overestimate yourself?"

"As expected of the leader of Huaizong's younger generation; your abilities and wisdom are truly outstanding."

Li Weiyi dispelled his disguise, revealing his true face, and added, "For Young Miss to treat a low-level martial cultivator like me with such importance, I am greatly honored."

Both Yang Qingxi and Yang Zhiyong felt a strange sensation in their hearts.

It was clearly a situation where they held all the cards, yet how could the opponent be so composed? Where did his confidence come from?

Yang Qingxi gently flicked her arm, and a strange sword, thin as a long needle, sharp and bright, appeared in her hand. "You don't think you can still escape today, do you? Or perhaps you believe the Earth Wolf King's army can rescue you from my grasp?"

Li Weiyi faced her, his back to Yang Zhiyong. "Why is Young Miss in such a hurry? With the First Commander of Lizhou here, are you still worried I might escape?"

By the railing on the third floor.

Yao Qian, who was studying the obscure ancient script on the bamboo scroll, glanced down. "To guess it's me is indeed not simple. He's someone with a calm mind and meticulous thinking; he just needs more experience. Take him down now!"

Yang Zhiyong took a step forward, his body leaping. Strands of spiritual energy emanated from his mouth, nose, and the pores of his arms, surging into the long halberd in his hand.

An ear-splitting beast roar!

From the tip of the halberd, a beast's head of green light burst forth, as large as a house, with sharp fangs and teeth.

Li Weiyi didn't turn around at all. With a swish, his feet shifted, and his body, following an incredible trajectory, appeared several zhang high in mid-air, standing briefly above Yang Zhiyong's head.

"So fast… So strange!"

Yang Zhiyong's expression changed drastically.

Compared to their last intense battle in the alleyway, where he could completely suppress Li Weiyi, he now felt that the opponent had undergone a complete transformation, reaching a height he couldn't grasp.

Li Weiyi stomped his foot. Spiritual energy burst from the sole, and a fierce surge of power erupted as he unleashed "Jade Cauldron Shakes Rivers and Mountains," one of the Twelve Loose Hands of Chanmen.

He was preparing to cultivate the sixth type of battle intent through this move.

A mystical phenomenon manifested in the mid-air of the spacious hall.

An ancient jade cauldron, as vast as a small mountain, formed from spiritual energy, appeared beneath Li Weiyi's foot. It shone brilliantly, weighing like ten thousand jin, threatening to crush Yang Zhiyong into dust.

Its aura was as powerful as that of any Five Seas Realm martial cultivator.

Yang Qingxi's brows furrowed. She never imagined Li Weiyi's progress to be so terrifying, having already developed an extraordinary demeanor of a powerful expert. Thus, she immediately swung her sword, unleashing a bright sword light resembling a galaxy.

Li Weiyi, stepping on the cauldron mid-air, thrust out a finger.

Behind him, the light projection of a goddess-like battle intent manifested, three zhang tall with flowing hair, joining him in unleashing a finger-force beam as thick as a wine glass.

The finger force shattered the sword light, causing it to explode into countless sword marks that fell upon the surrounding pillars, walls, and ground, activating the formation Yang Qingxi had long set up, revealing layers of luminous veils.

Yang Zhiyong seized this opportunity, broke free from the jade cauldron's suppression, and rolled away to escape.

The light projection of the jade cauldron and Li Weiyi's stomping foot landed on the ground.

Instantly, the floor shattered, sinking and denting, with cracks appearing.

In just the blink of an eye, the three-person, one-round confrontation had concluded.

The gauze lantern on the beam swayed continuously.

Yang Zhiyong quickly got up, holding his halberd in defense, his heart pounding like a drum. Just now, if Yang Qingxi hadn't swung her sword to save him in time, he would likely have been severely wounded by the opponent in just one round.

He was a pure immortal body cultivator of the Sixth Sea.

"A three-zhang-tall battle intent projection—have you broken through to the fifth stage of the Five Seas Realm?"

Yang Qingxi was a Nine Springs Pure Immortal Body cultivator of the Seventh Sea, yet at this moment, she dared not underestimate the opponent two realms below her.

Because this person possessed profound martial arts mastery, capable of defeating all enemies in five moves within the same realm. Every time he attacked, his moves were incredibly mysterious and peerless. After integrating with his dharma, a single move could create phenomena such as ancient seals, yellow dragons, or jade cauldrons.

Moreover, the battle intent he cultivated could even commune with the divine.

He understood Li Weiyi's talent far better than other martial cultivators in the city.

Li Weiyi greatly regretted not being able to kill Yang Zhiyong with a surprise attack in one move, and he very much disliked fighting two opponents at once.

He said, "In my hometown, there's an ancient saying: 'When a scholar parts for three days, one should look at him with new eyes.' I am only at the fifth stage of the Five Seas Realm; is Young Miss already afraid?"

Other martial cultivators at the fourth stage of the Five Seas Realm typically had two-zhang-tall battle intent projections.

But his was three zhang tall.

It was too easy to cause misunderstanding.

"Afraid? Not necessarily. It's just that capturing you has become more troublesome."

The vast spiritual energy emanating from Yang Qingxi's feet filled the entire hall, transforming it into a sea of mist.

The sound of flowing water arose, a pleasant murmur.

Her stream-like battle intent, like liquid vines, wove through the space, encircling and enveloping Li Weiyi.

Li Weiyi stared intently at her battle intent. "Capture? Are you interested in the martial arts moves I cultivate?"

"You yourself are actually quite interesting to me. Here I come!"

Yang Qingxi strode forward, raising her sword, her battle intent pressing towards Li Weiyi first.

Li Weiyi also condensed a battle intent to resist the impact of the stream of intent.

Immediately after, he thrust out a finger, and a beam of light shot forth.

Yang Qingxi shifted to dodge, then thrust her sword out, as fast as a streak of light or lightning, its glow blinding.

The heavy sword on Li Weiyi's back flew out of its sheath and into his hand. Empowered by spiritual energy, he held the sword horizontally like a shield to block. His body sank with the momentum, his legs spreading into a lunge to support himself.

Just like that night, it was a thrust and a block.

The sword was like a fine needle, yet its power was astonishing. Rings of vibrating energy rippled across the heavy sword's blade.

After a brief stalemate.

Li Weiyi ultimately could not resist and retreated repeatedly. With each step, a deep footprint appeared beneath his feet.

Meanwhile, the Grand Profound Needle in Yang Qingxi's hand seemed to stick to the heavy sword, continuously pressing him backward.

At the same time, Yang Zhiyong, who had been waiting for an opening, finally seized his chance and swung his halberd.

Li Weiyi glanced sideways, saw the halberd tip descending, immediately abandoned his sword, and executed the Pure Void Cicada-Catching Steps, transforming into a wisp of green smoke. He escaped from under Yang Qingxi's sword and also evaded Yang Zhiyong's halberd attack.

Even though his movement speed was pushed to its limit, the Grand Profound Needle still tore his clothes at the corner, almost piercing his body.

The heavy sword fell to the ground.

Although Yang Qingxi had forced her opponent to abandon his sword and flee, she felt no joy whatsoever. "How formidable! Just having entered the fifth stage of the Five Seas Realm, you already possess the strength to fight a Seventh Sea martial cultivator. If you reach the Seventh Sea, wouldn't you be another rare prodigy?"

Li Weiyi stood against the wall, spiritual energy continuously circulating within him. He slapped the wall and said, "This formation of yours, it wasn't set up by Yao Qian, was it?"

"Trying to break the formation and escape?"

Yang Qingxi stood perfectly straight, yet instantly moved from the ground to a spot two zhang high in the center of the hall.

Stepping on the stream of intent, jade light bloomed around her, as if a divine lamp resided within her. She unleashed "Soul Severing Ghost Annihilation," one of the Ten Absolutes Sword Arts.

Dense sword shadows, overwhelming and covering the sky, swept forth, emitting the ear-piercing wails and shrieks of ghosts.

A dragon's roar echoed, deafening.

The Yellow Dragon Sword appeared in Li Weiyi's hand.

His eyes were resolute, his battle intent ignited. Around him, one battle intent projection after another condensed into form.

With each additional battle intent projection, the power fluctuations around him increased by ten percent, and at the same time, an afterimage of his true self rushed out.

All five battle intent projections appeared, like five three-zhang-tall deities standing in the hall.

At this moment, the brothel transformed into a solemn temple.

Five figures of Li Weiyi stood in front of the battle intent projections. The five deities and five people attacked simultaneously, charging towards the sky-filling sword curtain.

Some pinched fingers, some formed hand seals, some gripped swords…

The true body of Li Weiyi, at the very center, stood as if upon a great sea, raising his sword above his head and unleashing a formidable and domineering 'Sea-Splitting Sword Strike'. Sword energy and a yellow dragon burst forth simultaneously, tearing open the sword curtain Yang Qingxi had created with her full power.

Under the amplification of the five battle intent projections, he unleashed 140% of his combat power.

The dense sword energy of the Grand Profound Needle overwhelmed Li Weiyi's battle intent projections. Several strands of sword energy struck his body, sending him crashing heavily against the luminous veil of the formation behind him.

Simultaneously, the Yellow Dragon Sword's energy also cleaved open Yang Qingxi's stream of intent.

The yellow dragon light projection charged straight forward, struck her body, sending her flying backward. She broke a pillar as thick as a water bucket and slammed into the second-floor wall, sliding down.

Fortunately, the formation provided protection; otherwise, this brothel would have shattered into ruins from the full-power exchange between the two just now.

The moment he unleashed 140% of his combat power, Li Weiyi's strength was elevated to a level comparable to a Seventh Sea Nine Springs Pure Immortal Body cultivator, allowing him to contend with Yang Qingxi.

Currently, his spiritual energy was only at the fourth-tier qi, and this state could not be maintained indefinitely; it was merely a peak strike.

On the third floor, Yao Qian's eyes narrowed, deeply moved.

Had the New Year's bells not already rung, he would certainly have intervened personally. Now, however, he could only be a bystander, his feelings indescribable.