Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze-Chapter 599 - 282: Setting Sail Through the Vast Ocean (Grand Finale)_4

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The hunched old man couldn't use words to describe the flair of this strike!

It lacked killing intent!

It lacked the momentum of a blade!

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Even the Sword Qi seemed soft and flimsy, like a supple ribbon...

But at that moment, facing the strike, it was as if he stood alone against the vast ocean: unstoppable, with nowhere to flee!

A gigantic, crimson "death" character rapidly overwhelmed his mind and crushed his will to fight within an exceedingly short time.

"Even if I die, I won't make it easy for you!"

He roared to the heavens heart-wrenchingly, and at the very moment those three weapons were about to pierce his body... he self-destructed with a mighty explosion.

"Boom..."

A mushroom cloud rose dozens of feet high, but strangely, it wasn't the usual bright yellow or the color of flames but a sinister red mixed with a hint of ghastly green.

The three, who had closed to within a zhang of the old man, were inevitably blasted away by the terrifying Qi Force, like three broken kites carried dozens of zhang away by the powerful gust.

Fortunately, when the hunchbacked elder self-destructed, the three had brandished their weapons to attack, breaking through the first wave of the Qi Force impact from his self-destruction.

Yang Ge crashed heavily onto the grassland, sliding back a dozen or so zhang while propping himself up with the Cold Moon Saber before stabilizing himself, and then felt a surge of blood, unable to suppress it no matter how hard he tried.

"Pfft..."

He spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, his body turning limp, almost collapsing to the ground.

Not far away, Zhang Xuansu approached anxiously, "How are you?"

Yang Ge clenched his teeth secretly, leaning on the Cold Moon Saber as he stood up with difficulty, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of his robe as he smiled bitterly, "I'm quite badly wounded..."

Zhang Xuansu slowed down his pace and after taking a couple of looks at him, he somewhat irritably took out a small jade bottle from his waist and tossed it to Yang Ge, "This is the Great Revival Elixir, a secret concoction of Mount Longhu. Take it or leave it!"

Yang Ge caught the small jade bottle and took a look, then with a smile brimming on his face, he tucked it into his chest, "Thanks, old Zhang!"

Zhang Xuansu's expression turned a bit sour, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Just then, with a still calm expression, Jiang Ping walked over slowly with a plant in hand and handed it to Zhang Xuansu, "Take a look at this."

Zhang Xuansu took the plant with curiosity, looked at it, sniffed it, and all of a sudden, as if realizing something, he reflexively threw the plant away, "Corpse poison?"

Jiang Ping nodded, "You think it's corpse poison too?"

Zhang Xuansu, "Where's it from?"

Jiang Ping gestured at the messy grassland, "It's everywhere."

Zhang Xuansu suddenly realized, "From that monster's body?"

Jiang Ping was silent for a moment before speaking again, "The old man might know who this monster is."

Yang Ge and Zhang Xuansu asked simultaneously, "Who?"

Jiang Ping calmly uttered a name, "Meng Yuan the demon monk, Yang Lian Zhenjia."

Zhang Xuansu was astounded, his face a picture of disbelief.

Yang Ge was confused and inquired, "Who is he?"

Zhang Xuansu took a deep breath and explained slowly, "Meng Yuan the demon monk; when Meng Yuan's iron cavalry trampled through the Central Plains, this man, with the backing of the Meng Yuan nobility, plundered the tombs of emperors from past dynasties, prying off their skulls to create Magic Artifacts, using them to suppress the Central Plains' fortunes... He was rumored to have died of corpse poison in Jiangzhe long ago. Who would have imagined he survived until now!"

Yang Ge was also stunned for a few seconds, thinking 'no wonder' several times in his heart, and then said with a smile, "The ancestors bless us, letting us finish off this demon monk today, to dismantle his corpse into ten thousand pieces and scatter his ashes to the winds!"

"Well said!"

Zhang Xuansu, hearing this idea, immediately brightened, "You didn't fool your old Daoist friend, this time you've indeed accumulated great merit!"

Yang Ge smiled, picked up the Cold Moon Saber, made a respectful bow to the two with his fists, and solemnly said, "Yang Lian Zhenjia is dead, I thank the two seniors for their help. I shall visit in person to express my gratitude another day. Right now, I'm worried about the battle elsewhere, so I won't detain you any longer... I'll take my leave first!"

Without waiting for a response, he turned and, mustering the last of his strength, leaped up and transformed into a streak of Sword Qi, speeding toward the main battlefield.

The two watched silently as he disappeared into the horizon, Jiang Ping nodding slightly and murmuring, "The new waves of the Yangtze River push forward the old waves. A new generation replaces the old."

Zhang Xuansu also agreed, "Apart from being somewhat stingy, holding grudges, having shady hands, not respecting elders much, and having a bit of a bad temper... he's indeed not bad."

Jiang Ping glanced at him sideways.

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When Yang Ge barely managed to fly back to the main battlefield above, he felt dizzy and nearly lost his grip on the Sword Qi.

He strained to take a quick survey but before he could make out the details of the chaotic battlefield, vibrating with cries of war, he first spotted a familiar fiery red Sword Qi.

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He refocused his gaze and his heart suddenly relaxed, no longer able to maintain the Sword Qi, he rapidly fell towards the area shining with the fiery red Sword Qi.

In the center of the battlefield, Yang Tiansheng was leading sixty-one cavalrymen, cutting down generals and capturing flags amidst the throngs of soldiers, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of an object falling from the sky. Instinctively turning his head, he saw Yang Ge land on Erhei's back.

Overjoyed and about to call out, he saw Yang Ge "puh" spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Damn..."

"Yang Ge?"

"Yang Ge!"

"Yang Ge, how are you?"

"Is your injury severe?"

The crowd was shocked and worried, fighting fiercely while loudly asking for his condition.

Yang Ge steadied himself by gripping the horse's belly, grabbed the reins with his left hand to drive Erhei forward: "I'm fine, everyone focus on the fight... Boss, what's the situation?"

Although his mind was already too muddled to function properly, he did not ask why they were there... He knew without thinking, they must have caught on to his mistake at Bright Summit earlier.

Yang Tiansheng formed a sword with his fingers pointing to the sky; the eight rampaging precious swords around him immediately soared, merging into one giant precious sword that swept clean a congested cluster of enemy soldiers and horses in front of them.

Seizing the opportunity, he replied loudly, "The enemy tried to deceive Zhou with an empty fort strategy, but Zhou countered with a deception of his own, 'Capture the leader first to capture the followers'."

Yang Ge: "Oh oh oh, so where are we now?"

Yang Tiansheng tilted his head upward and nudged his chin forward, signaling him to look ahead: "Isn't that it there?"

Yang Ge turned his head and saw a tall command flag planted about seventy or eighty yards away, surrounded by countless Tatar soldiers clad in layers of iron armor, with innumerable enemy troops surging towards the flag.

After gathering his thoughts, he drew the Cold Moon Saber without hesitation and flung out a thirty-yard-long bright Sword Qi straight toward the command flag.

The bright Sword Qi, like a blade through tofu, flattened all the enemy troops in its path, skimming precisely over the tall command flag and bisecting the Tatar soldiers stacked beneath it.

Yang Ge's unfocused eyes watched the flagpole, witnessing its slow collapse, seeing the horror and desperation on the faces of the surrounding Tatars, their movements becoming disoriented.

Yang Tiansheng also stared in stunned silence as the flagpole toppled, watching the 'duck' that was about to fall into his lap suddenly grow wings... and fly away!

"Ah!"

He explosively turned and grabbed Yang Ge's neck, shaking him vigorously, "Yang Ge, you deserve to die! I was just about to have my moment of glory..."

"Puh."

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed onto Yang Tiansheng's face, and as the world turned black and spun around him, Yang Ge could no longer hold on and slowly slumped onto the horse's back.

In the last moments before losing consciousness, he heard Yang Tiansheng's panic-stricken shouts.

He also heard the elated cheers of countless border soldiers.

'I can finally get some good sleep.'

He murmured contentedly to himself.

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In the third year of Zhaode, early autumn.

Linjiang County, Gewu School.

Zhao Miao, with a slight bulge in her abdomen, cradled the teaching plans and slowly walked down the long corridor. She lifted her increasingly plump face towards the clear autumn sun outside the corridor, with the fresh and elegant scent of Huang Jialan lingering still under her nose...

Huang stuck close to her feet, its whiskers already half white but its eyes still bright, and its ears still sharp. Even when a bird flew by Zhao Miao's side, it would prick its ears and turn to look with a solemn face.

The woman and her dog slowly headed towards the classroom at the end of the corridor. Before they even got close, they heard a warm and clear voice: "Come on, read after me again, a, o, e, i, u, v..."

"a, o, e, i, u, v..."

Hearing the children's elongated chanting, Zhao Miao gently stroked her belly, her large eyes slowly squinting to reveal her adorable fangs.

She listened with a giggle for a while, then walked slowly up to the front door and knocked on the open teacher's door, feigning severity, "Mr. Yang, are you holding the class over again?"

"Ah?"

In the classroom, Yang Ge, wearing a simple long garment and still holding a teaching stick, looked confused and asked, "Is class over already?"

The neatly seated children below chorused, "Class is over!"

Helplessly putting down the teaching stick, Yang Ge said, "Alright, class dismissed!"

(The end of the book)