Chapter 481 Mourning Snow
Wu Zexian is the youngest yang god in Da Chu.

After the Battle of Drinking Poison, an unprecedented prosperity should have come. However, the luck was bleak. Although there were talented newcomers like Xie Xuanyi, Tang Fengshu and Chen Jingxuan, up to now, there has been no news of anyone breaking through… Maybe there is really such a thing as fate in this world. If you are born in the wrong era, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain.

In fact, Lu Yuzhen is not the only one who firmly believes in cause and effect and fate.

The Crown Prince of Liguo, Nalan Xuance, Chen Jingxuan…

However, warriors are an exception.

Whether it is the one from Forget-Your-Sorrow Island, Qin Zu, or Wu Zexian, their “ways of proving the truth” are all very special.

To achieve a holy body of martial arts, one needs to go through countless hardships. The pain of flesh and blood is just the most insignificant pain. Every Yangshen warrior is a “fate changer” who breaks the destiny with his fists.

Martial arts.

Just one word can suppress the three thousand paths in the long river of the Great Dao.

At this moment, Wu Zexian’s heart was calmer than ever before.

He knew that this might be his last chance. If he didn’t leave the “White Paper Barrier”, it would not be so easy to leave next time.

But… he was unwilling.

He wanted to try again.

“After the battle against Zhao Chunyang in the Imperial City, I realized a new truth about martial arts.”

Wu Zexian whispered: “I think… I might have a chance to kill Paper Taoist here.”

“Do you know what you’re talking about?”

Ye Zu frowned and said, “This Lu is at least at the seventh level of Yang God.”

A warrior in the Yangshen realm who has cultivated a holy body of martial arts is extremely good at fighting. When it comes to close combat, he is not afraid even if he faces a mountain-top monk of a higher realm.

In this battle, Wu Zexian’s bravery was fully displayed.

With the fourth level of Yang Shen, he fought fiercely with Lu Yuzhen and did not lose the upper hand.

If there was no “Immortal Fountain”, maybe there would be a chance to gain an advantage –

“I know.”

Wu Zexian smiled.

He recalled that day in the far suburbs of the imperial city.

That day, Zhao Chunyang came through the void and threw only one punch at him.

Wu Zexian certainly knew that Zhao Chunyang’s realm was far higher than his own… but a martial artist never retreats, so he did not retreat even a single step and chose to take Zhao Chunyang’s punch head-on.

The headmaster of Dashui Sword Palace did not bully the younger generation.

Zhao Chunyang actually admired Wu Zexian very much.

and so……

That punch didn’t involve much effort.

He only used the “Great Dao Intention”.

Wu Zexian will always remember that the moment he was hit by Zhao Chunyang, he was enveloped by an aura like the “big sun”.

This warrior in the Yangshen realm was like a paper sculpture, and his holy body was instantly shattered by the Dao realm!
Zhao Chunyang’s fist contains the strongest and purest fighting spirit!
This fighting spirit gave Wu Zexian a great shock. This fight was more of a blessing than a lesson.

Although injured.

But after Wu Zexian returned to the imperial city, he retreated to recuperate, repeatedly pondered Zhao Chunyang’s Taoism, and gained a lot.

He was very sure that if the person who came here today was Zhao Chunyang who was at the fourth level of Yangshen, he would definitely not be at a disadvantage in this battle!
“I know Lu Yuzhen’s cultivation is higher than mine…but so what?”

Wu Zexian’s voice gradually became cold and stern, and he said decisively: “As long as I can successfully deliver this punch, even those in the Seventh Realm of Yangshen will kneel down!”

“…”

Ye Zu was shocked by this answer and was speechless for a moment.

He knew that this youngest Yangshen warrior in Da Chu was very stubborn, but he didn’t expect him to be so stubborn.

“Lu Yu really has the ‘Fountain of Immortality’.”

Wu Zexian had already made his decision. He no longer hesitated and quickly transmitted his message: “This attack… I won’t give him a chance. Ye Zu, please protect me and suppress the Pure White Saint.”

“……it is good.”

Ye Zu responded and raised his sword into the air.

The pure white saint thought that Ye Zu wanted to escape from the white paper barrier, so he took off into the air with him.

The entire barren land became a pure battlefield between Wu Zexian and Lu Yuzhen.

Wu Zexian took a deep breath.

Without any warning, the martial arts saint body that was burning like golden flames suddenly began to restrain its energy.

The countless holy lights cast by the bright and blazing sun began to shrink—

this moment.

The exiled immortal Wu on the desolate land looked more like the sun than before.

Within a radius of a hundred feet, billions of golden lights, with him as the center, swept away one after another.

“……Um?”

Lu Yuzhen, who had the upper hand, suddenly felt a little uneasy.

He took a step back and waved his sleeves.

Countless pieces of paper snow fell from the sky and stabbed at Wu Zexian.

This kind of attack would have been blocked by the Holy Light, but at this moment… the Holy Light shrank to the extreme, and even the layer of Holy Light covering the surface of the skin was absorbed by Wu Zexian into his lungs, so the paper snow successfully pierced into the martial arts holy body. Wu Zexian, who was as solid as a rock, did not make the slightest sound, and more than 90% of the paper snow was incinerated by the high temperature the moment it pierced into the holy body.

However, there were still dozens of pieces of paper snow, like feathers, each one clearly visible, inserted into Wu Zexian’s shoulders, back, and arms.

This piece of rock that was gleaming with golden light was instantly pierced with arrowheads.

But Lu Yuzhen’s uneasiness did not stop at all.

He continued to retreat, staring at the abnormal man who was in a state of “dead silence” and did not fight back even when being beaten.

The next moment.

Wu Zexian suddenly opened his eyes.

Those black pupils turned into an extremely pure golden color at this moment.

Raging flames burned in Wu Zexian’s eyes.

He took a step forward and instantly arrived in front of Lu Yuzhen. This was not teleportation, nor was it breaking through the void, but a real “stepping forward on the ground”. It was just that the speed was too fast, so even the divine mind could not catch it. Wu Zexian’s clothes exploded, and after he landed and appeared, the ground cracked into a huge gully. Lu Yuzhen lowered his head in astonishment. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. Wu Zexian’s speed had exceeded the sensing range of his divine mind. Even in the white paper cave he had set up, he still had no way to foresee and dodge.

“boom!”

The scene of Zhao Chunyang throwing a punch in the far suburbs of the imperial city was deeply engraved in his mind.

Wu Zexian’s punch was delivered without any fancy moves.

some……

This is the meaning of the great way of “the utmost strength and the utmost purity”!

Lu Yuzhen responded defensively immediately, clasping his hands together and placing them horizontally at his dantian.

But it didn’t work.

This punch penetrated his palm, skin, lungs, and penetrated his body with great force. The Paper Taoist’s pupils contracted and his face suddenly turned pale. He tried his best to suppress this blow… But in the end, Wu Zexian won the wrestling match. The punch was full of energy, and Lu Yuzhen’s feet left the ground uncontrollably, turning into a cannonball and hitting the top of the white paper barrier. Then the Yangshen realm warrior, whose aura was completely restrained, slightly bent his knees, squatted and stood up in an instant, and appeared again above Lu Yuzhen’s back.

A knee strike.

Lu Yuzhen once again turned into a meteor and fell to the ground.

“…?”

Ye Zu’s pupils trembled as he looked at the scene in disbelief.

Two figures, like two straight lines, constantly passed through the sky and the ground.

The speed of Wu Zexian’s punches and kicks could no longer be seen.

Every blow he makes burns his blood. This guy is a complete lunatic. No wonder he dares to attack even though he knows his opponent has the “Fountain of Immortality”… This is basically a gamble with his life at stake.

Ye Zu’s divine sense could no longer capture the two people’s traces.

The entire white paper barrier was cracking.

Lu Yu was like a kite with a broken string, being hit and thrown out continuously, crashing into the barrier everywhere.

The pure white and gorgeous ceiling was cut with cracks one after another…Ye Zu had a complicated expression.

He seemed to have seen such a scene many years ago.

The “Great Dao” displayed by Wu Zexian at this moment really makes people feel familiar… In the past, there was a guy who was obviously a sword cultivator, but he beat himself up with just his fists and made him breathless.

This is……

Zhao Chunyang’s great Dao and meaning?

At this moment, Wu Zexian really was like a sun.

Unfortunately.

The sun will burn out soon.

Such a brilliant attack… is bound to come at a terrible price.

Ten breaths.

Wu Zexian gathered all his energy and blood, and the “desperate fight” he performed only lasted ten breaths. The light on the top of the sky became slower and slower, from being impossible to be captured by divine thoughts at the beginning to being visible to the naked eye later. This bright and dazzling sun burned for ten breaths. However, ten breaths were enough to change the outcome of a battle.

“boom!”

The last explosion sounded from high in the sky and burst out from the earth.

Lu Yuzhen fell heavily on the barren ground.

The Taoist Paper Master was not much better than the “White Ghost” at this moment. Normally, a cultivator like him should use his “Dharma Body” to fight against an enemy of the same realm. However, he completely resisted Wu Zexian’s “Life Burning Technique” with his physical body, and his physical body was almost beaten to pieces, because Wu Zexian’s punching speed was too fast, and the repair speed of the Immortal Spring could not catch up.

Wu Zexian slowly fell to the ground. He was no longer able to stand and could only kneel on one knee. But it didn’t matter anymore… at least he didn’t lie down.

He took a deep breath and looked at Lu Yuzhen who was embedded in the pit of the ground. Hundreds of wounds appeared on the body of the Paper Taoist, and strands of golden Dao intent seeped out from them. These golden Dao intents cut the skin and lungs, but unfortunately they failed to tear the “Dantian”.

“Just… a little bit.”

It should have been excruciating pain.

But Lu Yuzhen still forced a smile.

He smiled awkwardly and wanted to raise a finger to make a gesture that was almost perfect, but unfortunately his body was severely damaged and he couldn’t even raise his hand.

“Just a little bit… maybe you really have a chance to kill me…”

Lu Yuzhen looked up at the ceiling with a look of emotion.

These words were spoken to Wu Zexian.

Lu Yuzhen heard the sound of a figure falling to the ground and knew that Wu Zexian was right beside him.

However, he was completely “exhausted” at this moment and was unable to turn his head. He could only look at the shattered ceiling.

Countless pieces of paper snow fluttered down, but due to the serious injury of the master of the barrier, these pieces of paper snow could no longer be transformed into swords and could only drift down miserably. The faint sound of wind and snow echoed between heaven and earth, as if mourning in advance for someone’s departure.

“…”

Wu Zexian’s condition is not much better than Lu Yuzhen’s.

He hadn’t laid down yet though.

But the inside of the body has already cracked.

Such a blow requires a price to be paid…

He looked a little regretful. If he could reproduce Zhao Chunyang’s Taoism, perhaps this final blow would be able to completely shatter Lu Yuzhen’s cave heaven.

“It’s still a little short.”

Wu Zexian also smiled with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: “But… is it still important?”

“…”

Lu Yuzhen still looked at the ceiling calmly.

He understood what Wu Zexian meant.

This is not a fair fight.

Here, in addition to Wu Zexian, there is also a Yangshen.

The white paper barrier had been blown into pieces, and large chunks of paper snow were collapsing. Lu Yuzhen saw a sword shadow appear in the center of his sight.

Someone is hanging a sword in the sky.

“pity.”

Lu Yuzhen said softly.

Wu Zexian frowned slightly, not quite understanding why Paper Taoist had this reaction at this moment.

The overall situation in southern Xinjiang is on the verge of success or failure. Even if there are no regrets, isn’t there any fear?

All monks in this world, without exception, are afraid of “death”.

Lu Yuzhen’s current condition is just a step away from death.

“I have a question.”

Lu Yuzhen smiled again and asked seriously, “How did you come up with this kind of ‘technique’?”

“Zhao Chunyang.”

Wu Zexian smiled faintly.

He had actually figured out this move a long time ago.

In the battle against Great Peacock in Dayue Kingdom, he had this trick up his sleeve.

If Peacock Great Venerable wanted to fight him to the death at that time, he would burn his blood and try to kill the big monster on the spot –

It’s just because of the existence of a third party.

This magic was not performed.

Now that the sun has burned out and the situation has reversed, although Wu Zexian’s blood has dried up, his will to fight has never dried up.

As a sign of respect for his opponent and the Dasui Sword Palace, he did not hide anything and slowly said, “This technique… was given to me by Zhao Chunyang.”

“……I see.”

Lu Yuzhen showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

Such an expression rarely appeared on his face.

Most things in the world were within his expectations.

But the universe is so vast, how can anyone be omniscient and omnipotent?
“As expected of the guest of Paperman Dao that I have chosen, a great talent in martial arts.”

Lu Yuzhen praised sincerely: “Just by fighting with Zhao Chunyang, he was able to comprehend such a ‘technique’.”

“I’m not the same as you.”

Wu Zexian shook his head and said expressionlessly: “The real talent is not me, but Zhao Chunyang. If it were him, you wouldn’t be alive today.”

“…That makes sense.”

Lu Yuzhen grinned and sighed, “So I never dared to provoke Dasui Sword Palace. That old guy’s punches are too heavy, and he might really beat me to death. You are a warrior in the Yangshen realm, you should know how difficult it is for people like us who go against the will of heaven to cultivate to this level, right?”

Also a monk.

Some people are born with the favor of the great Dao when practicing swordsmanship and Taoism, such as Xie Xuanyi in those days, who made rapid progress with almost no obstacles.

But warriors are different.

A warrior must undergo extensive training and experience all kinds of pain.

As for the evil cultivators… their situation is naturally even more miserable. Although Wu Zexian has always looked down on these evil cultivators in southern Xinjiang, he has to admit that people like Lu Yuzhen can be called “heroes.”

Rotten grass growing in the mud has a hard time surviving, not to mention that everyone is bound to step on it when they see it.

Able to cultivate to the Yang God.

It is one in ten thousand, the only example in a thousand years.

“You failed to kill me just now…”

After a slight pause.

Lu Yuzhen looked at Wu Zexian with some regret.

He uttered the four words seriously.

“what a pity.”

(End of this chapter)