SFS Chapter 158 Flipping the Table
Chapter 158 Flipping the Table
Chapter 158 Flipping the Table
The rain was continuous and drizzling.
Li Qingyi struggled to her feet from a patch of charred, damp ruins.
Completely naked, with red and swollen skin, the raindrops hitting it made a faint hissing sound and sent up wisps of white smoke.
Every movement was accompanied by excruciating pain that seemed to tear at one's very soul.
He shook his groggy head, his vision blurred, and he could only vaguely see himself half-buried under broken tiles and beams.
He moved his fingertips with difficulty, drawing upon the last vestige of magical power within his body.
The weak magical power shook off the debris pressing down on him.
He crawled shakily out of the ruins.
The rain immediately poured over his entire body without any cover.
The cold touch sent a shiver down his spine and brought him a moment of clarity.
He knelt in the mud, panting heavily.
After a while, the scene before me gradually became clear.
The core area of the Zhao family, once filled with pavilions and towers and shrouded in mist, has been completely reduced to ruins.
Scorched earth and ruins—as far as the eye could see, there was only deathly silence.
What chilled him to the bone was that he couldn't sense a single living person within the range of his divine sense.
Only the sound of rain, the endless sound of rain, beat against this dead zone.
"I...I'm not dead? Who saved me?"
Li Qingyi frowned, looking puzzled.
That earth-shattering sun was far beyond what a mere Qi Refining cultivator like him could withstand.
He forced himself to sit cross-legged and looked inward at himself.
Multiple meridians were broken, and internal organs were damaged.
His magical power was pitifully weak; he was barely clinging to life.
Only the sharp sword energy flowing faintly deep within his eight extraordinary meridians gave him a slight sense of peace.
He took out a Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill from his storage ring and swallowed it. The pure medicinal power dissolved and, combined with his remaining magic power, began to slowly repair his damaged body.
The rain poured down harder and harder, washing away the ruins and the dirt and burns on his body.
Two hours later, his injuries finally stabilized, and he regained about 60-70% of his mobility.
He stood up and took out a blue robe from his ring and put it on.
The old set has long since turned to ashes.
"Fortunately, this ring was left by Senior Youhuang, otherwise my entire fortune would be gone."
He gave a low, bitter laugh, his gaze sweeping once more over the hellish scene before him.
Li Qingyi spread her divine sense and searched carefully.
Once, twice —
There was nothing but rain and ruins.
The continuous Zichuan Mountain Range has now sunken in an extremely exaggerated way.
"This is... the Purple Mansion?" Li Qingyi's heart sank.
Considering the power of that spell, it seems reasonable that no one from the Zhao family survived.
What about those Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Zhao family?
And Ling'er—
Thinking of Ling'er, he inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
She is of the metal element, and is the key to the struggle among various parties.
She had been secretly rescued, so there was no way she could simply disappear.
"Who saved me? Li Changqing? Or—"
He cleared his mind of all distractions; his immediate priority was to leave and find out what had happened.
Braving the torrential rain, he sped towards the imperial city.
With the power of magic, raindrops were deflected by an invisible force before they could touch his body, leaving no trace of rain on him.
Looking back, the ruins that had witnessed centuries of celestial aura became increasingly blurred in the rain.
Half a day later, the majestic outline of the imperial city came into view.
However, the long line in front of the city gate and the chilling atmosphere in the air made Li Qingyi pause slightly.
He just wants to find out what's going on from Qin Xiyue.
I want to know what exactly happened.
He held his breath and lined up at the back of the queue like an ordinary traveler.
Ahead, a man wearing a tattered raincoat was talking animatedly to his companion.
"Hey! You didn't see it with your own eyes! What happened two days ago was truly terrifying! It was as if the heavens were enraged, with thunder, fire rain, and the earth shaking violently! If it weren't for the immortals guarding the capital, the capital would probably be—"
"That's right! My great-uncle's neighbor's second son works in the palace. He said he saw several figures flying around in the sky, like gods fighting!"
Li Qingyi listened silently.
Two days ago —
He had been unconscious for two days.
It seems that a conflict has indeed broken out at the Purple Mansion level, with far-reaching consequences, even alarming mortals.
"This... Immortal Master?" The man in the straw raincoat suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice to Li Qingyi, saying, "Judging from your extraordinary bearing, I'll say a few words."
"These days, cultivators aren't allowed into the capital. His Majesty just issued an edict, and the checks are very strict. Perhaps you shouldn't—stop queuing?"
The sudden sound interrupted Li Qingyi's thoughts.
Li Qingyi's eyes flickered slightly: "Thank you."
After a moment's thought, he quietly left the group and found a secluded corner.
"I can't get into the capital—" he thought to himself.
Returning to Xuan Ce City? It seems unnecessary.
For a moment, I felt a sense of aimless drifting.
But this didn't stump him.
The fake human skin silently covered his face, and his aura was completely concealed to the point of being almost inhuman.
He changed the city gate and joined the queue again.
Check and pay the city entry fee —
all the best.
Just as he was about to step through the tall city gate...
Suddenly, a complex array of patterns lit up the ground, and a pale golden light curtain rose up instantly, enveloping him within it.
"We've been exposed!"
Li Qingyi reacted extremely quickly.
Before the formation completely closed, the figure retreated rapidly like a ghost.
"Trying to leave?" A cold shout rang out, accompanied by a flash of golden light.
A general clad in gleaming golden armor, whose aura clearly indicated he had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, stood blocking their path, his gaze sharp as lightning.
"Concealing your cultivation level and infiltrating the imperial city, what is your intention?"
The Foundation Establishment cultivator blocked his way.
Li Qingyi raised an eyebrow. "I want to go in and look for someone."
"Looking for someone?" The other party sneered and took action without saying another word.
Li Qingyi's mind raced, and without hesitation, a faint light flashed at her fingertips.
That terrifying Netherworld God-Slaying Talisman is already in my hands.
The golden-armored general's pupils contracted sharply, and his forward momentum was abruptly halted.
"What do you want to do?"
Li Qingyi gave him no more time to react.
With a flick of his other hand, the crystallized resentment was instantly unleashed.
A burst of black light erupted, and countless wronged souls ravaged the land.
They pounced on the golden-armored general and his guards.
"A trivial skill!"
The golden-armored general roared, his body radiating golden light, like the blazing sun melting snow, purifying all the wronged souls that rushed towards him.
But in that dazzling golden moment...
Li Qingyi had already transformed into a wisp of faint green smoke, shooting off in a direction far from the imperial city.
"Sir, aren't we going to give chase?" a guard asked urgently.
The golden-armored general raised his hand to stop him. He looked towards a certain direction deep within the imperial city, his eyes flickered, and he slowly said, "No need. Let him be."
Li Qingyi ran wildly for dozens of miles, making sure no one was chasing her, before stopping at the edge of a deserted forest to catch her breath.
"Damn it!" he muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed.
The capital is under martial law, Jiang Yanxu has gone missing, the Zhao family has been wiped out, and Ling'er's whereabouts are unknown.
Everything was out of control.
"Who overturned my chessboard?!"
He leaned against a withered tree, gazing at the gloomy sky, rain dripping from the leaves.
What's the next step?
At this moment, Li Qingyi was completely lost.
Just then.
The rain ahead distorted slightly, and a figure quietly emerged.
She was a woman, dressed in an elegant palace dress, with a beautiful face, bright eyes and white teeth.
She stood quietly in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella with several plum blossoms painted on its surface.
"Young Master, your subordinate has been waiting for you for a long time."