Records of Clouds Over the Vast Ocean 10

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Episode 2, Chapter 10:
The crowd trembled at his gaze. The leader, Yue Xuanji, the "Master Calculator," took a deep breath, suppressing his fear. He glanced around at the crowd and declared loudly, "Senior, since setting foot in the Central Plains, you have marched north, leaving a trail of devastation across the land. The bloodshed you have committed is equivalent to a thousand lifetimes for an ordinary person. Why not lay down your weapons, become a Buddha on the spot, cripple your martial arts, and follow Master Fahua of Shaolin to become a monk and cultivate for the next life? This would save you from the calamity of today."
Master Fahua, upon hearing this, clasped his hands together and softly chanted two Buddhist prayers.
A flash of anger crossed the rugged face of the Soul-Stealing Demon Lord. He suddenly raised his head, his Azure Sky Halberd flashing, and shouted, "Hypocritical and presumptuous! Enough with the nonsense! If you want to kill me to rid the martial world of this scourge, just lay down your sword!"
His voice was low and hoarse, quite distinctive, clearly indicating his intention to fight to the death with everyone.
Hearing the powerful energy surging within his deep shout, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, instantly losing ground in terms of momentum. Only the proud and arrogant "Purple-Clad Phoenix" Zhu Yunfei, who had never been looked down upon, suddenly drew her Yi Zhu sword from her back with a "clang." This sword, along with Zhu Longyang's "Heavenly Soul Divine Sword," was hailed as one of the Seven Great Swords, and she had carefully selected it from the Zhenwang Mansion's armory specifically for this trip. At this moment, her snow-white wrist trembled slightly, and several delicate seal characters suddenly appeared on the ground: "Since the cold is not of interest, why bother vying for spring?"
These words were written extremely quickly, and even those with keen eyesight could hardly discern how she wrote them in the blink of an eye. Although it lacked the imposing momentum of the Demon Lord's words, the characters were elegant and delicate, carrying a faint Zen-like quality, and were not overshadowed by the Demon Lord's writing. Although they had long heard of the "Purple-Clad Phoenix," most assumed it was only because of her status as a princess of the imperial court. Now, seeing her deliberately display this skill to regain the momentum she had lost to the Demon Lord of Soul-Stealing
, they couldn't help but marvel. They all sighed inwardly, "The Pavilion of Parting Sorrows truly lives up to its reputation; even a disciple possesses such skill." The Demon Lord of Soul-Stealing opposite them also showed a slight surprise, then scrutinized her beautiful face, seemingly unable to believe that such a graceful and noble beauty possessed such remarkable martial arts. A hint of admiration flickered in his eyes.
Suddenly, "Lan Cang the Fiend" Li Can drew the renowned Broken Dragon Whip from the capital. With a flick of his wrist, the thick whip, as thick as a child's arm, straightened instantly. The Broken Dragon Whip was made of silver thread combined with ox tendon and human hair, both supple and heavy. But under Li Can's internal force, it could transform from soft to hard, truly extraordinary. Everyone secretly admired him: the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion was indeed full of hidden talents! Li Can and "Ghost Whip" Cao Qiwen were renowned whip masters in the capital, and their skills were indeed extraordinary and not to be underestimated.
Li Can twirled his whip in his hand and said sharply, "Old Demon, do you still remember the Central Plains whip master who died at your hands outside Yanmen Pass thirty-two years ago?" The Soul-
Stealing Demon Lord raised his head and pondered, "Thirty-two years ago, outside Yanmen Pass, 'Lone Whip' Li Tingzhi."
Li Can gritted his teeth, slowly nodded, and said through gritted teeth, "That was my father! For so many years I thought you were already utterly wicked, but heaven has taken pity on me and allowed me to meet my father's killer again. Hmph, family feud and national hatred, Soul-Stealing Demon Lord, we will not rest until we are dead!"
Everyone suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the experts from the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion had come uninvited; there was such a deep-seated blood feud involved. This Li Can was Li Tingzhi's son. Li Tingzhi was once known as the best whip master in the world, yet he still perished at the hands of the Soul-Snatching Demon Lord!
The Soul-Snatching Demon Lord's lips curled slightly, seemingly disdainful, before a look of reminiscence crossed his face. He said in a low voice, "Li Tingzhi's whip skills were not bad; they gave this old man quite a bit of trouble back then! I never imagined his son would be such a cowardly and useless person! Hmph, since you are his son, you must have inherited the true essence of his 'Crippled Dragon Whip Technique.' Today, let this old man examine it and see if it's up to par."
Li Can's face was flushed red, his throat hissing loudly, clearly extremely angry. He took a step forward, but then stopped, obviously not daring to attack the Demon Lord alone. Yue Xuanji saw Li Can's angry lashes, the faint blue veins on his forehead, and his heavy breathing. Fearing he wouldn't be able to contain his rage, he knew he was no match for this demon, and a one-on-one fight would surely result in injury. He gave Li Can a wink, signaling him to be patient. He hastily changed the subject, speaking with ulterior motives: "I see a bluish aura emanating from your brow, Senior. You must have been poisoned by Master Liaofan's Five Poisons Powder! I've heard that this poison is made by burning the ashes of five kinds of poisons: Golden Chrysanthemum, Black Lotus, Poisonous Peach Blossom, Wisteria from the Cold Jade Pool in Miao Territory, and the Jade Silkworm Gu. After being poisoned, the symptoms appear intermittently. If an antidote is not obtained after forty-nine days, the body will fester and die, the pain of which is far greater than being bitten by a thousand poisons. Although Senior possesses unparalleled skills and has suppressed the poison with his internal energy, it will inevitably be greatly affected when he acts. Senior, please do not remain obstinate, lest you cause us unnecessary trouble." These words were extremely rude, but everyone knew that his purpose was simply to point out that the Demon Lord was already poisoned. The Demon Lord of Souls remained expressionless, silent for a moment, then roared, "Life and death, success and failure, will be decided in this battle!"
Everyone was startled by this thunderous roar, their hearts leaping in surprise.
Wei Xuzi's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he angrily said, "You scoundrel, so ungrateful! I'll teach you a lesson later!"
Though he said this, it was more to bolster his own and his companions' courage; like Li Can,
he dared not make the first move. Zhu Yunfei glanced at Yue Xuanji with her beautiful eyes, noticing his composed expression. However, his hands, which were resting on the wine gourd behind his back, were constantly stroking it. Although she didn't know much about this man whom her father so highly praised, she knew this gesture was a sign of Yue Xuanji's extreme nervousness. Startled, she couldn't help but feel a chill. Yue Xuanji was known as "the master strategist," and even with her discerning eye as a disciple of the Ice Soul Divine Consort of the Lihen Pavilion, she couldn't fathom the depth of his martial arts cultivation. However, in the past few days, he had always appeared relaxed and carefree, never showing such tension and unease. Could this formidable Soul-Stealing Demon Lord truly be as terrifying as the rumors suggested?
The others, though also secretly alarmed, were all renowned masters with countless experiences, so they maintained an unusually calm demeanor. Chu Xingyun and Xiao Zhuying exchanged a glance, both seeing the other's astonishment. The Zhu siblings, huddled together, were completely absorbed in their work. Xiang Tianxiao remained silent, deeply dissatisfied with Chu Linchuan and Yue Xuanji's calculated actions. He believed that using underhanded tactics against a single, honorable opponent was not the behavior of a true martial artist, and it also gave the Japanese pirates an excuse to ridicule the Central Plains martial arts world for lacking talent. However, it was inconvenient to say anything at this moment, so he remained silent and observed. Fang Qingyan's eyes flashed with a complex expression that others couldn't understand. He stared intently at the Soul-Snatching Demon Lord's face, which showed no signs of age but was now slightly bluish. His aura was rising steadily, clearly gathering all his strength. Fahua Shangren and Wei Xuzi gathered around Li Can, their hands on their weapons, ready to attack at any moment.
The cold air was filled with killing intent, and a great battle was about to break out! Suddenly, Chu Xingyun laughed loudly, stepped forward from the crowd, and said in a clear voice, "Junior Dieyi meets Chu Xingyun and wishes to learn a few moves from Senior. What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed. Up to this point, Yue Xuanji's previous words had deeply planted the image of the Soul-Snatching Demon Lord in everyone's hearts, in order to unite them in hatred against him and attack him together. Who would have thought that Chu Xingyun would have such a move? He was young and impetuous, acting rashly!
For a moment, Master Fahua, Wei Xuzi, Li Can, and others were extremely surprised, while Xiang Tianxiao frowned deeply. Zhu Yunfei, full of admiration, secretly stuck out her tongue at Zhu Fengxiang, who looked worried and slightly furrowed his brows. Meanwhile, Xiao Zhuying, the true master of Linzhu Valley, sighed softly as she gazed at Chu Xingyun's young and imposing figure. The
Soul-Stealing Demon Lord nodded slightly, glanced at the women, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. Chu Xingyun laughed heartily, turned to give Xiao Zhuying a deep look, crossed his hands, and assumed the stance of the unique "Shattered Rain Longing Palm" taught by Zhuang Qingyin. He looked at this peerless demon who had fought for thousands of miles without a single defeat and was the only one left in the world, and his heart was filled with extreme tension.
In truth, even he himself couldn't understand why he would risk such a perilous journey to fight the Soul-Stealing Demon Lord alone. He was simply struck by his domineering presence, his disregard for all heroes, and by the sight of the peerless beauty Xiao Zhuying, whose beautiful eyes, though accustomed to countless stunning women, held a captivating admiration for his imposing figure. His heart surged with excitement, and he blurted out his willingness to challenge her alone. He was naturally fond of beautiful women, and although he had been in love with Princess Fang Xinyi for years, he still couldn't resist being moved by the elegant and ethereal beauty of Xiao Zhuying. In truth, he deeply loved everyone—the beloved daughter of the Imperial Preceptor, Li Yanying; his fellow disciple, Zhu Fengxiang; and the weeping woman, Shang Xiaoye. For these women he loved, he would risk his life without fear. At this moment, he felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration after uttering those words. A surge of heroic spirit welled up within him, and his concerns about Yue Xuanji and Chu Linchuan's schemes vanished. He felt there was nothing left in the world to fear or be wary of, and his heart soared towards the boundless sky!
The Demon Lord's smile faded, and he stood motionless like a mountain, his aura imposing. Chu Xingyun, upon closer inspection, found no flaws. He thought to himself, "He who strikes first gains the upper hand. Although he has no weaknesses now, I can lure him into revealing one!"
The thought had barely formed in his mind when he leaped into the air, unleashing three palm strikes at the Demon Lord, who was more than five zhang away.
The force of each strike was different, varying in strength and gentleness, designed to draw the opponent into an opening so he could launch a series of attacks and gain the upper hand. The Demon Lord of Souls remained motionless with his halberd in his left hand, while his right hand deftly deflected the palm strike, sending it slamming into the open ground to his right and crushing the layers of bamboo leaves that covered the ground.
Chu Xingyun never expected the Demon Lord of Souls to not directly block his palm strike, and he was momentarily unable to unleash his follow-up attack, his body momentarily swaying. In that instant, the Demon Lord extended his finger and pointed, a sharp gust of wind whistling as it hurtled towards his forehead! At this moment, Chu Xingyun's toes had just touched the ground, his footing unsteady, and the two were only about three zhang apart, right within the range where the finger strike was most powerful!
As soon as the finger strike rang out, Xiang Tianxiao, the Beggar Clan leader who had been silent for a long time, exclaimed in alarm, "Be careful! It's the Heavenly Profound Jade Yang Finger!"
Zhu Fengxiang's heart skipped a beat, her face turning pale. Zhu Longyang, standing beside her, also looked tense, drawing his "Heavenly Soul Divine Sword" and preparing to support his senior brother. Their master, Zhuang Qingyin, known as "Qin Jian Yi Xian," once recounted anecdotes from the martial arts world, mentioning that the "Heavenly Profound Jade Yang Finger" was a unique martial art of the Shangguan family, lost to the martial arts world for nearly a century. Its finger strength was so great it could pierce gold and split stone, penetrate jade and corrode iron, but it was extremely difficult to master. The Shangguan family genealogy recorded only a handful of those who could achieve this divine skill.
Since the disappearance of Shangguan Xiaotian, the genius who single-handedly revived the declining family during the Six Sects' Annihilation War seventy years ago, the Shangguan family had once again declined, and decades later, it had even fallen to a small, isolated place, no longer possessing the strength to contend for supremacy. Among the three other declining aristocratic families, it ranked last. The Shangguan family had become a once glorious but now vanished echo! No one could have imagined that Shangguan Xiaotian's "Heavenly Profound Jade Yang Finger" would reappear in the martial arts world, and that it would be used by the Western Regions' extraordinary figure, the Soul-Stealing Demon Lord!
Chu Xingyun, of course, knew what the "Heavenly Profound Jade Yang Finger" was, but he had no time to think about it. He only felt a slight gust of wind, and the finger force was already right in front of his face. In the midst of the crisis, his body went limp, and he fell straight backward with the force of the finger. The finger wind "whooshed" across his face, making his nose sting slightly.
The Soul-Stealing Demon Lord's index finger remained still, while the other four fingers spread out, and his palm pressed down. A tremendous force, like an invisible hammer, slammed into Chu Xingyun's chest as he was falling downward! At this moment, Chu Xingyun had completely lost his balance, and this heavy, mountain-like internal force was impossible to avoid. As Xiao Zhuying cried out in pain, Zhu Yunfei, the first among the young ladies to react, waved her slender hand, and the Yi Zhu Sword was drawn halfway from its sheath with a "clang"!
Before she could offer any assistance, Chu Xingyun, whose body was already close to the ground, was suddenly pulled aside as if by an invisible hand. With a deft twist, he spun around, pivoting on his heels and drawing a semi-circle, rising diagonally to the left. The Demon Lord's powerful energy, pressing down on his chest, instantly missed its target, creating a crater over two feet deep behind him.
"What a magnificent 'Golden Lotus Inviting the Moon'!"
Xiang Tianxiao exclaimed in admiration. This "Golden Lotus Inviting the Moon" was a unique technique created by Zhuang Qingyin, the "Immortal of the Qin and Sword," inspired by the graceful movements of women. It emphasized using the strength of the waist, legs, and ankles in conjunction with internal martial arts techniques to make rapid, swaying movements in place to evade the opponent's attacks. This particular "Golden Lotus Inviting the Moon" was executed perfectly, with unparalleled elegance.
Before the cheers subsided, the Soul-Stealing Demon Lord's right palm, which had been pressing forward, transformed into a claw, reaching back in a grabbing motion. A gust of wind arose, and the surrounding air seemed to be drawn into a giant vortex, surging towards the direction his five fingers were closing in. Chu Xingyun, who had just been relieved to have escaped danger, suddenly felt his body floating, as if he were about to be sucked into the vortex. Alarmed, he quickly used the Thousand-Pound Drop technique to stabilize himself. The Soul-Stealing Demon Lord clenched his giant palm into a fist behind his shoulder, and a punch, as powerful as thunder, struck
towards Chu Xingyun's chest! This punch was several times stronger than the previous finger strike and press; the whistling wind of the punch pierced the ears, and countless fallen leaves gathered into a withered green dragon, slashing towards Chu Xingyun's chest! Seeing the power of this punch, Chu Xingyun knew it was impossible to block it, but having just used the Thousand-Pound Drop technique, he couldn't muster any true energy and couldn't dodge with his lightness skill. In desperation, he shouted and unleashed both palms with all his might! These palms were infused with the true energy of his "Water Cloud Technique," which he had painstakingly practiced for over a decade. Although it couldn't match even a fraction of the overwhelming power of the Demon Lord's ninth level, the "Great Heavenly Thunderbolt Divine Skill," it was still formidable. The force of his palms sliced the Demon Lord's fist into three pieces just a foot away!
As soon as his palms struck, Chu Xingyun swiftly formed a hand seal in front of his chest. This seal was one of the ultimate techniques from the "Myriad Phenomena Return to Origin" divine skill of the Chu family of Jiangnan, a culmination of esoteric Buddhist mantras and hand seals, known as the "Great Sun Tathagata Seal." By forming this seal, he instantly unified his mind and spirit, concentrating all his power into a single point, making it incredibly powerful. As the fist's force reached him, Chu Xingyun's body swayed slightly, like a willow in the wind, while his hands, still bound together, thrust out with tremendous force.
The mountain-like fist force wielded by the "Great Heavenly Thunderbolt Divine Skill" was deflected by his earlier palm strike. The gusts of wind from the fists on either side grazed his body, making his clothes flutter high. At the same time, the central fist force collided head-on with the Great Sun Tathagata Seal. With a "bang," they clashed, and the bamboo leaves stirred up by the force instantly formed a circular shield more than ten feet in diameter, a magnificent sight!
Chu Xingyun felt a heat in his chest. Without thinking, he took nine breaths of true qi to suppress his surging blood and qi. Using the immense force that had rushed along the meridians of his arms, he flew backward, reaching a distance of more than ten feet. While in the air, his true qi had already flown smoothly, and he did not land. Using the remaining momentum, he let out a long roar, his figure spun and flew straight back, landing on the spot. He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Senior's skill is unparalleled. I am utterly convinced of my defeat and thank you for your mercy!"
Although he was defeated, his heroic spirit in challenging the Demon Lord alone, his quick wit in responding to the three moves, and his magnanimous acceptance of his inferiority after defeat all secretly impressed everyone, especially Xiao Zhuying, who fell
for him. Yue Xuanji revealed an unnatural smile, while Fang Qingyan's face was uncertain as he stared in astonishment at Chu Xingyun's back, shaking his head slightly. The Demon Lord of Soul-Stealing showed no smugness, as if the earth-shattering three moves were made by someone else and had nothing to do with him. He chuckled and said, "At such a young age, you have already been able to withstand a blow from half of my divine power. If you survive today, your future will be limitless!"
Chu Xingyun smiled slightly, leaped back, and as he relaxed, he smelled three different but equally gentle and elegant fragrances that permeated his heart and soul. He knew the three women were approaching him and couldn't help but think to himself, "Girls all have different body scents. Yunfei is noble and pure, Fengxiang is elegant and beautiful, and Zhuying is light and refined, hehe!"
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear what Yue Xuanji said to the Demon Lord next.
"Senior's skill is indeed extraordinary, but since we dare to welcome you here, we naturally have a foolproof plan. If Senior is willing to leave behind the 'Charm Talisman,' we can stay and let Senior leave."
Everyone naturally knew that Yue Xuanji was deliberately saying this to provoke the Demon Lord, making him lose his chilling aura and thus become vulnerable to attack.
Upon hearing this, the Soul-Stealing Demon Lord's eyes flashed with a chilling light, his hair and beard moved without wind, and he took a step forward. Yue Xuanji, intimidated by his aura, couldn't help but take a step back. Everyone drew their weapons, watching this peerless demon with tense expressions. The Demon Lord's three incredibly powerful consecutive moves had already secretly impressed these renowned martial arts masters, and now everyone knew that this extraordinary being from beyond the realm, the Soul-Stealing Demon Lord, was indeed beyond their ability to defeat. Among the crowd, only Xiang Tianxiao stood still, his face showing a mixture of surprise and a defiant look of predatory delight.
Episode 2: Chapter 11, The Ferocious Soul
-Stealing Demon Lord glanced at the crowd, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. His figure swayed, his halberd braced against the ground, and his massive, demonic body lunged straight at the crowd! The crowd was utterly shocked, never expecting him to strike first.
Xiang Tianxiao, who had been forced to the front without moving, was the first to be hit. Witnessing the Demon Lord's astonishing skill, the thought of fighting against overwhelming odds took flight. Moreover, in this situation, even if he didn't want to fight, he had no choice. With a swift movement of his right hand, his unique weapon, the "Rebirth Axe," appeared in his grasp, flashing a cold, azure light, as it parried the "Azure Sky Halberd" that came with earth-shattering force. The two weapons clashed, producing a thunderous roar! Xiang Tianxiao, known for his unparalleled bravery as "Dragon Soaring Across the World," felt an extremely powerful force from the axe surge against his meridians, causing him to lose his footing and stagger back three steps. Just as he tried to regain his footing, the force surged back like a tidal wave, forcing him back three steps. He quickly gathered his inner energy to steady himself. Just as he tried to catch his breath, he suddenly realized that the force hadn't subsided, and his previous burst of inner energy couldn't withstand it, forcing him to stagger back three steps again. After retreating three steps, his legs buckled, and he was about to kneel. Startled, he roared and slammed his Reincarnation Axe into the ground, using the recoil to stand up and avoid the humiliation of kneeling. His face, never before humiliated, was flushed crimson. The
Soul-Stealing Demon Lord swept his halberd horizontally, saying with satisfaction, "I knew you were the most skilled among this group. I didn't expect you to withstand eighty percent of my power! The Beggar Clan leader is indeed extraordinary!"
He had clearly memorized the names of the world's greatest masters before even arriving in the Central Plains, and only now did he reveal that his opponent was indeed prepared and not to be underestimated.
Yue Xuanji leaped aside, avoiding the "Azure Sky Halberd," not daring to take it head-on. Master Fahua of Shaolin roared, wielding his staff horizontally. He unleashed his mastery of the Buddhist demon-subduing power, the "Prajna Zen Skill," at its peak, attempting to deflect the attack. However, despite being the abbot of Shaolin and one of the temple's five greatest masters, he was clearly inferior to Xiang Tianxiao, his situation far worse. Like Xiang Tianxiao, he staggered back several steps and collapsed to the ground. Although he had received far less force than Xiang Tianxiao, he was far more disheveled.
At this moment, all doubt and underestimation vanished, and the crowd unanimously surrounded the Soul-Stealing Demon Lord. Zhu Yunfei lightly flicked her wrist, transforming the "Intentional Dust Sword" into five thin sword beams, piercing towards the Demon Lord's back, specifically the four vital acupoints: "Divine Path," "Spirit Platform," "Ultimate Yang," and "Muscle Chain." The Soul-Stealing Demon Lord let out a soft snort, remaining motionless, his long halberd's tail thrusting back from under his ribs. For some reason, this thrust arrived first despite being delayed. The "Intentional Dust Sword" spun, dodging the "Azure Sky Halberd," but the sword missed its mark.
Li Can roared, his "Broken Dragon Whip" straightening like a spear, aiming for the Demon Lord's ribs. The Soul-Stealing Demon Lord didn't even look, his left hand extended, grabbing the whip's tip. Li Can was startled, his wrist twitching, the whip's tip leaping up, not daring to let him grasp it. Wei Xuzi let out a Daoist chant, stepping forward and thrusting his longsword at the Demon Lord's ribs. At the same time, the Zhu siblings flashed forward, their zither and longsword flashing simultaneously, each aiming for the Demon Lord's eyes. The "Azure Sky Halberd" snaked out from behind, stabbing towards Wei Xuzi's abdomen. Wei Xuzi couldn't get close and had to retreat a step. The halberd swept horizontally again, Zhu Long leaning forward to block in front of his sister. The two dodged, forced to retreat eight feet away.
In a flurry of attacks, none could get even half a step closer to the Soul-Stealing Demon Lord, their spirits shattered. They were also increasingly alarmed, thinking to themselves, "I never imagined such a figure existed in this world!"
Yue Xuanji, usually so composed, showed shock. Noticing his side's morale had plummeted, his brow furrowed. Suddenly, he leaped forward, his folding fan transforming into wisps of hazy blue light, drifting towards his opponent like scattered clouds in the wind. The
Soul-Stealing Demon Lord thrust his halberd straight at his opponent's left chest, his momentum so great it seemed a direct collision would be fatal. Suddenly, Yue Xuanji darted away like a fish, sliding under the halberd's tip, his foot-long fan aimed at his opponent's abdomen! The Soul-Stealing Demon Lord had no time to change his move; he shifted to the left, the halberd's tip striking his right shoulder. Yue Xuanji raised his fan, tapping the halberd, and gracefully retreated, his movements extremely elegant and fluid.

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