Chapter 155: Immortal of Eternal Life Appears, an Eight Trigram Spanning Thousands of Chapters
Chapter 80.
Thirty years have passed since Chen Changsheng left the Purple House Sacred Ground.
As Wu Li’s reputation grew, the former Purple House Sage Son was gradually forgotten.
At this time, Wu Li’s strength had reached an indescribable level.
He could not be defeated by anyone in the world within three moves.
But on a certain day in Chapter 80, a woman quietly arrived at the place where Wu Li was meditating.
“Whoosh~”
A gentle breeze blew past, and Wu Li slowly opened his eyes as he sat cross-legged in meditation.
In front of him stood a woman in snow-white clothes.
Looking at Wu Li, the white-clothed woman said calmly, “Indeed impressive, no wonder you became the first to open the Heavenly Mandate after thirty thousand years.”
“Give up this round’s Heavenly Mandate, and I won’t stop you next time.”
Hearing this, Wu Li slowly stood up and said, “Since you have come to contest for the Heavenly Mandate, you naturally know that there is no such thing as retreating without a fight.”
“If you want the Heavenly Mandate, come and take it yourself.”
Upon hearing Wu Li’s words, the white-clothed woman nodded slightly and said, “That’s good, taking it myself will save me a lot of trouble.”
“Zing!”
An invisible wave covered the entire Purple House Sacred Ground.
Wu Li and the white-clothed woman fought, their speed even surpassing the speed of sound.
After the first move ended between them, the white-clothed woman’s words finally spread out completely.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Powerful impacts continuously emanated from the void, and the two were fighting in the void at this moment.
The commotion caused by their battle naturally alerted everyone in the Purple House Sacred Ground.
“How did this person get in?”
Seeing her husband struggling, Nalan Jing showed a hint of worry on her face.
In recent years, no one in the world could withstand three moves against Wu Li.
As the saying goes, under great fame, there is no false hero. This person dared to challenge Wu Li, naturally having prepared well.
Seeing this, Ziling couldn’t help but step forward to comfort, “Master, rest assured, the Holy Lord won’t lose.”
At the same time, Sun Huaiyu had already gathered the Tiger Cavalry and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends.
“Teacher, should I lead the Tiger Cavalry to assist Master?”
Hearing this, Nalan Jing calmed herself down and said.
“No need, your master’s battle you can’t interfere with.”
“Since your master dares to accept the challenge, it means he has confidence. Let’s deal with these scattered aftermaths first.”
“A battle like this can easily injure some disciples.”
“Yes!”
Facing Nalan Jing’s command, everyone quickly sprang into action.
However, Song Yuanshan, who was watching from among the crowd, frowned and muttered.
“Why do I feel an inexplicable familiarity?”
“But I can’t explain this familiarity. Where does this feeling come from?”
Song Yuanshan carefully pondered the question in his heart.
At this moment, Ye Hensheng shouted from afar, “Second Master, don’t think about it, come help.”
Ye Hensheng’s voice reached Song Yuanshan’s ears, and it was this voice that finally made Song Yuanshan remember the source of this familiarity.
“d*mn!”
Song Yuanshan cursed and then charged towards the spatial rift, braving the powerful aftermath of the battle.
“Stop fighting! Stop fighting!”
“It’s all a misunderstanding!”
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Listening to this, everyone’s faces were filled with confusion.
Even Wu Li, who was fighting in the void, furrowed his brow, and then exchanged a palm strike with the white-clothed woman before retreating from the void.
“Swish!”
Two figures flew out from the void.
Wu Li stood solemnly in front of everyone, while the white-clothed woman gently landed on the treetop.
“You two stop fighting, this is all a misunderstanding.”
Song Yuanshan blocked between the two, afraid they might start fighting again if they disagreed.
Once he confirmed that the two had no intention of fighting for now, Song Yuanshan bowed respectfully to the white-clothed woman.
“Shangqing View’s Song Yuanshan pays respects to Elder Brother Changsheng!”
Facing this name, everyone began searching their memories.
But after thinking for a long time, no one remembered anything about “Elder Brother Changsheng.”
Although most people hadn’t heard of “Elder Brother Changsheng,” there were three people at the scene who knew about “Elder Brother Changsheng.”
Moreover, they had deep impressions of her. These three people were Wanyan Yue, Zuo Xinghe, and Song Yuanshan.
Because the owner of the wooden carving in the Night Moon Nation’s Bronze Ancient Palace was this “Elder Brother Changsheng,” and this was personally acknowledged by Chen Changsheng.
Hearing this, the white-clothed woman looked at Song Yuanshan calmly and said.
“How did you recognize me? Given his personality, you wouldn’t know my appearance.”
“I truly don’t know Senior’s appearance, but Shangqing View and Linglong Sect are ultimately allies.”
“Although Linglong Sect has declined, I still heard about some of its techniques.”
“Also, when Elder Brother Changsheng left, he secretly entrusted me with something.”
“He said that when one day I meet a special person, I must personally hand it over to him.”
“There are very few people in the world who deserve Elder Brother Changsheng’s special reminder, and it’s probably only you.”
As he spoke, Song Yuanshan took out a wooden box.
Seeing this, the white-clothed woman waved her hand, and the wooden box instantly flew into her hands.
Opening the box, inside lay a set of cute wooden carvings and a letter.
Unsealing the letter, the familiar handwriting came into view.
“Girl, this set of wooden carvings is compensation for the gifts I owe you.”
“The road ahead is long, sometimes don’t rush too much, and I will always be behind you.”
“This boy is taught by me, I am quite satisfied with his abilities, don’t make things too hard for him.”
Looking at the content of the letter, the corners of the white-clothed woman’s mouth involuntarily curled up slightly.
Putting away the things left by Chen Changsheng, the white-clothed woman calmly looked at Wu Li.
“You indeed have the qualifications to be his disciple. He trusts you, so I trust you too.”
“Since you want to bear the Heavenly Mandate, let this matter be done by you.”
“As for what you want to do, you will know after bearing the Heavenly Mandate.”
With that, the white-clothed woman turned to leave.
But halfway through her departure, she suddenly hesitated.
“Swish!”
Wanyan Yue felt a gentle breeze, and the white-clothed woman appeared in front of her.
The two women looked at each other, although everything seemed calm, everyone sensed a hint of something unusual.
“Are you Wanyan Yue?”
“Yes.”
“You should be the prodigy of the Great Qian Dynasty’s Linglong Sect a thousand years ago, Li Niansheng, right?”
Seeing Wanyan Yue reveal her identity, Li Niansheng didn’t say anything, just smiled and looked at her.
But this simple smile contained so much.
Everyone: (͡°͜ʖ͡°)✧
Although they weren’t quite sure what was happening, I always feel this is a juicy gossip!
