Chapter 26: Mountain Moving Realm

Sword Dynasty

Volume 1: Great Rebel

Chapter 26: Mountain Moving Realm

“Although Murong Chen was a bid stupid, but he was young. Moreover, he had good cultivation potential. I thought his stupidity could be gradually eliminated through training, but before I could teach him anything, you killed him.”

Marquis Xu of Crossing Mountain was like a mountain of flesh, exuding a fiery and ferocious presence. He looked at Ye Celeng like a lion looking at a sheep. He said coldly, “He could be considered half a member of my marquessate establishment. You killed him like this. You didn’t give me an explanation. In the future, who will give me face?”

“Receiving one of your sword blow is not giving you face?” Ye Celeng smiled coldly. Facing the other party's fierce presence, which was so large it could even envelop her, she even revealed two faint dimples.

“Good! I like your personality. As expected of the only female bureau chief in the Qin Dynasty!”

Marquis Xu of Crossing Mountain smiled coldly and stretched out a hand towards Ye Celeng. “Then come, what are you waiting for!”

Ye Celeng smiled coldly. She did not say anything and just extended her white hand.

In the clear twilight, a drop of rain suddenly fell and landed in the shadow behind Marquis Xu’s massive body.

With a splat, these rain produced countless tiny, sparkling streaks of water.

At the same time, a crystal drop appeared in Ye Celeng’s hand.

Marquis Xu of Crossing Mountain’s almost non-existent eyes narrowed even further. He snorted coldly and said, “One Sky Water!”

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Under the pressure of the primal energies of the universe, the bricks and stones all over the streets creaked and squeaked. Years of dust seeped out from the cracks, as if sensing the terrifying energy and wanting to escape this long street.

Ye Celeng’s smile completely disappeared.

Her every movement became extremely slow and labored. She was clearly working even harder than when she fought Zhao Zhan. The hand she stretched out only held a floating, sparkling drop of water, but each small movement was so heavy that it seemed like she was moving a mountain.

Boom!

The drop of translucent liquid in her palm suddenly transformed into a three-foot-long translucent water sword. At the same time, the sky above the entire street seemed to collapse, and the primal energies of the universe gathered toward the small sword in her hand.

The primal energies of the universe were so vast and moved at such a speed that, at this momen, it resembled an invisible mountain. She moved and then squeezed this mountain into the crystal water sword in her hand.

This was realm seven of cultivation that countless cultivators in the world dreamed of; Mountain Moving realm.

Realm three was Vital Energy; and realm four was Energy Fusing.

When cultivators reached realm three of cultivation, they could pull some primal energies of the universe into their bodies and cultivate it with their own physical energies to produce vital energy. When they reached realm four of cultivation, as their vital energy and more primal energies of the universe merge, several apertures in the body, which could store primal energies of the universe, would open. The body could now act as a vessel for storing primal energies of the universe, in addition to drawing in primal energies of the universe during cultivation.

However, only those who reached realm seven of cultivation could directly draw large amounts of primal energies directly from the world and condense it into their vital energy. Within every tiny drop of vital energy, there was vast amount of primal energies which could explode with immeasurable power when fighting enemies.

In the wine shop at Falling Parasol, Chen Moli Chen Moli was a cultivator in realm four.

The primal energies of the universe he displayed when intimidating the school's disciples was completely different from the primal energies of the universe that Ye Celeng was currently manipulating!

At this moment, the primal energies that Ye Celeng was driving into her sword felt as heavy as a mountain. However, the crystal water sword in her hand was so light that it seemed weightless.

Pew!

This small sword disappeared from her hand and shot towards Marquis Xu’s forehead.

The sword was so fast that it streaked through the air like a river and then could no longer be seen.

Marquis Xu’s body, which was as sturdy as a mountain, did not take a single step back. His fat right hand also disappeared at that moment.

His movement was too fast.

In reality, he had only raised his arm horizontally in front of him. But with this movement, an indigo sword shadow, like a giant mountain, appeared before his forehead.

This sword was like a massive mountain, one that even an army could not advance. This was the true Crossing Mountain Sword!

An even more powerful and ferocious presence emerged.

An indescribably deep sound came in front of his forehead.

Marquis Xu’s hands were behind his back, his metal-like clothes fluttering as if he had not moved at all.

In front of him, Ye Celeng was silent and motionless. Her hand remained outstretched. That small sword transformed back into a glowing droplet that floated in her hand.

Above the two of them, a terrifying green vital energy continued to rise, forming a green mountain in the sky.

Above the mountain, there were countless droplets of rain flew. They did not go down, but even higher up into the sky.

Marquis Xu looked at the unusual phenomenon in the sky. He snickered, his fat flesh trembling slightly. He said nothing more and turned to walk toward the majestic carriage.

Ye Celeng stared at her palm expressionlessly.

The droplets of liquid on her palm were slowly being absorbed into her body.

Night finally came.

The black carriage and the metal carriage moved away from each other.

 

Not far from that place, a carriage belonging to the Bureau of Divinity was parked beneath a maple tree on a nearby stone bridge.

The carriage driver was a mute man with no tongue. He also appeared deaf. He did not react at all to the very loud noise that had just occurred.

Inside the carriage of the Bureau of Divinity sat a thin man dressed in a crimson satin robe with an unkempt beard on his youthful face.

His hair was flecked with white, and his fingernails were slightly yellowish.

He appeared slightly haggard, but everyone in Changling knew this was just an illusion.

Everyone in Changling thought him extremely vicious, cunning and ruthless.

He was the chief of the Bureau of Divinity, Bureau Chief Chen.

He lowered his head sadly, but his gaze peered through the gaps in the curtains onto the wide street.

 

The metal carriage sped through the darkness.

Marquis Xu’s body was so large that the carriage was still crowded. His fingers slowly tapped his stomach as he recalled the sword strike just now. He sneered and said to himself, “So strong… you received my blow, you will have some hardship but at least you will be safe for now.”

 

Numerous horse-drawn carriages slowly moved toward the Red Charm Tower on this Changling night.

The Red Charm Tower was a medium-sized brothel in the south of the city. When night fell, lanterns would be lit and hung at the courtyard entrance and along the riverside. The surrounding alleys were filled with stalls selling street food, flowers, and buskers for money… they did it for the money, and the place was bustling with people.

However, the Red Charm Tower had been completely reserved today, and the surrounding miles were so incredibly quiet that it felt eerie.

Even the tycoons, who were never short of money and hated being disturbed, heard the eerie sounds roaming the empty tower. They saw shadows lurking in the alleys. The hairs on the back of their necks stood on end, and they dared not linger.

Ding Ning and Wang Taixu got off the carriage. The two of them walked leisurely toward the Red Charm Tower in the distance.

Behind them, a dozen people got off the six carriages and followed them.

The lanterns around the Red Charm Tower had already been hung.

He could see at least a hundred people standing in the shadows around the Red Charm Tower, all wielding swords.

Wang Taixu walked over with a frown. He had changed into a red satin robe, which made his face appear even rosier.

An old man in cotton robes, with snow-white hair but a rosy, wrinkle-free face, emerged alone from the second carriage and walked to Wang Taixu's side.

Wang Taixu, with a young man and an old man behind him, stepped through the threshold of the Red Charm Tower.

On the east side of the second floor was a very large, elegant room. At this moment, all unnecessary furniture in this private room had been removed, leaving behind many short tables where about a dozen people were seated on the ground.

When Wang Taixu pushed open the door and his face appeared behing the slightly ajar door, the private room was completely silent.

Wang Taixu smiled slightly, his lips moving slightly. His voice sounded softly in Ding Ning's ears, who was walking slightly behind him. “The fattest one is Fatty Zhang. The thin, short-haired man beside him with an ugly expression is Tang Que from the Jinlingtang. The pale-faced scholar next to Fatty Zhang is his adopted son, Zhong Xiu. He should be the strongest cultivator in the Thunder Rain Hall. The one-eyed man next to Tang Que is Tang Mengchen. He is one of the last experts the Jinlingtang currently has.”

After saying this, Ding Ning and the old man in cotton robes followed Wang Taixu into the private room and to a table.

Ding Ning sat at the table next to Wang Taixu and observed the people Wang Taixu had mentioned.

Fatty Zhang of Thunder Rain Hall had a nose so severe that one would notice two wide nostrils upon looking at him. No matter how good his other facial features were, this one feature alone was enough to make him displeasing to see. Furthermore, this notorious gangster of Changling wore his black satin robes with his chest exposed as if to show his vigor.

However, his clothes seemed too warm, and he appeared to sweat easily. His forehead and chest were covered in oily beads of sweat.

If one were to compare him to the equally obese Marquis Xu of Crossing Mountain, everyone would feel that Marquis Xu of Crossing Mountain was the dignified mountain, and this man would only make one think of pork belly on a chopping board.

Tang Que sat cross-legged. He sat upright. His thin body appeared devoid of fat. His cheekbones were high, and due to his recent lack of rest and mental stress, he had dark circles under his eyes. His expression was so gloomy that he looked like he was shrouded in shadows, with dark circles under his eyes.

Fatty Zhang's adopted son, Zhong Xiu, looked graceful and elegant. He wore a light purple robe and appeared to be around twenty-seven years old, with a clean, beardless face.

Ding Ning could not even see the figure of the one-eyed man beside Tang Que, who Wang Taixu thought was Tang Mengchen. Since entering this private room, Tang Mengchen had kept his head lowered and never looked up.

The long-standing gang leaders possessed a formidable presence. The Two Level Tower had stood in Changling for many years without falling. Wang Taixu had told Ding Ning that he only engaged in small-scale underground business due to his humility and personal choice.

With the bloody battle that had occurred earlier, everyone present now knew what Wang Taixu was like. When he sat down, the wine cups on everyone's table seemed to tremble slightly.

An invisible pressure made it difficult for people to breathe.

Wang Taixu, with a young man and an old man on his left and right, did not speak after sitting down. He looked at Fatty Zhang and Tang Que with a smile.

Notes:

This novel is not my work... I just translated it from a Chinese web novel written by Wu Zui

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