Chapter 139 A Visitor from the Night Sky: An Uninvited "Immortal"
"We don't welcome uninvited guests?"
A faint, ethereal voice, seemingly emanating from all directions, carrying a touch of etherealness and aloofness, pierced through the invisible windproof barrier in the backyard of Changqing Tower, echoing in everyone's ears.
The voice carried no murderous intent or hostility; it was even so pleasant as to seem unreal.
Like a clear spring dripping from a mountain peak onto jade, it is ethereal and clear, yet it exudes an indifference that keeps people at a distance.
Lei Wujie and the others, who were enjoying their meal, suddenly froze.
Apart from Su Changqing and his family of three, almost everyone else felt an indescribable, immense pressure the moment the voice rang out!
That wasn't the pressure of internal force, nor the impact of the mind, but rather... an absolute suppression at the level of life!
It was like ants on the ground suddenly feeling a divine dragon in the heavens looking down at them.
"Who goes there?!"
Although Lei Wujie was being suppressed to the point of having difficulty breathing, his inherent recklessness remained undiminished.
He suddenly stood up, his hand already gripping the terrifying sword on his back. Driven by instinct, the fire-burning technique burst into flames with a "boom," distorting the surrounding air.
Wushuang pointed his sword directly, and thirteen flying swords were unsheathed with a "clang" and spread out behind him like a peacock spreading its tail, with the tips of the swords pointing straight at the night sky.
Xiao Se didn't move. He just sat quietly in the chair, his hand holding the wine glass turning slightly white. His eyes, which had become even more profound after being "indulgent and decadent," were fixed on the dark night sky above, as if trying to see through the thick clouds.
"A mystical realm of divine wandering... no, an aura even stranger than the ordinary mystical realm of divine wandering," Xiao Se murmured.
"Sit down, everyone."
Su Changqing didn't even look up, continuing to slowly chew the grilled squid in his mouth.
He even picked up a clean handkerchief from the side and wiped the corners of Xiao Nuomi's mouth, whose face was covered in oil from eating.
"Didn't you hear what I just said? Tonight is our internal barbecue team building event; we're not accepting outside guests. Are you all trying to ruin my place by drawing your knives at me?"
Su Changqing's tone was flat and even, but it was this flatness that was more effective than any harsh reprimand.
Lei Wujie and Wushuang exchanged a glance. Although they were extremely wary, they obediently put away their weapons and sat back down in their chairs, their bodies taut like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.
Li Hanyi gently grasped Su Changqing's other hand. She didn't speak, but looked at him with eyes that said, "With you here, I'm not afraid."
"call--"
A gentle breeze, seemingly from nowhere, suddenly dispersed the dark clouds above the backyard.
The bright moonlight poured down, illuminating the entire courtyard as if it were daytime.
In the moonlight, as clear as water.
A figure, seemingly formed directly from moonlight, slowly and without a trace of human presence, floated down from mid-air.
He was a young man who looked to be only in his early twenties.
He wore an extremely simple, moon-white robe, without any superfluous embellishment. His face was extremely handsome, even possessing a perfection that transcended gender, but within this perfection, there was an extreme indifference that seemed untouched by worldly affairs.
His eyes were a strange silver-gray, without pupils, only two slowly rotating nebulae.
He hovered quietly in mid-air, three feet above the ground, without even a speck of his clothing touching the dust and dirt below.
Fairy!
The moment Lei Wujie and the others saw this man, those two words involuntarily came to mind.
Although they had seen many masters in the Central Plains martial arts world who were revered as "half-immortals" or "sword immortals," those people still carried some human grudges, affections, and worldly concerns.
The person before them, however, seemed to have stepped directly out of a celestial painting—pure, ethereal, and… devoid of any human warmth.
"So you're the 'variable' who caused such a commotion in the lower realm, even annihilating a wisp of the Heavenly Dao's will?"
The white-robed immortal looked down at Su Changqing, who was sitting below him. His voice was still ethereal, but his tone carried a hint of scrutiny and... a superior judgment.
"The lower realm?"
Upon hearing this word, Su Changqing couldn't help but scoff.
He finally put down the skewers in his hand, picked up the towel next to him to wipe his hands, then leaned back in the chair and looked up at the "immortal" floating in mid-air in an extremely comfortable and lazy posture.
"Who do we have here in the middle of the night, playing tricks instead of sleeping? Turns out it's just a scallion that fell from above."
Su Changqing looked the white-robed immortal up and down, his eyes showing no respect whatsoever, but rather an undisguised look of disdain.
"Dressed like you're in mourning, and floating in mid-air. What, is the dirt on the ground hurting your feet? Or do you think you're superior to us just because you don't poop or pee?"
This statement came out.
Not only did Lei Wujie and the others gasp in shock, but even the white-robed immortal, who had maintained absolute indifference, finally showed a crack in his expression on his perfect face.
Wearing linen and wearing filial piety? Pretending to be a ghost?
He is a true immortal from the heavens above! He is an envoy sent down to the mortal realm by imperial decree to eliminate this "anomaly"!
In this inferior world, mortals should bow down and tremble in fear before him. Yet this man before him not only refused to kneel, but dared to humiliate him with such vulgar and crude language!
"Mortal, your arrogance exceeds your lifespan."
The white-robed immortal's voice instantly plummeted to freezing point, and the nebula in his silver-gray eyes suddenly began to spin faster.
"Buzz—!"
An immense and purer immortal pressure, countless times greater than before, and a silver blade of light, seemingly tangible, slashed fiercely at Su Changqing without warning!
This is real divine power!
It is a power that completely transcends the martial arts system of this world!
Before this strike, all talk of divine realms and being the best in the world is as fragile as paper! Even a thousand-foot-high mountain would be crushed into dust in an instant by this immortal power!
"Sir, be careful!" Xiao Se was shocked and prepared to draw the "Thunder Bow" without thinking.
But the next second, his movements froze.
because.
Faced with this devastating attack from the immortal path, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.
Su Changqing neither dodged nor used his signature "Ten Thousand Gods Calamity".
He simply extended one index finger very casually.
"Snapped!"
A crisp snap of fingers.
There was no earth-shattering collision, nor any cataclysmic explosion.
The silver blade of light, imbued with the will of the celestial realm and powerful enough to slay a true dragon, suddenly... less than an inch from Su Changqing's index finger.
scattered.
Like an ordinary wisp of smoke, it vanished without a trace when gently blown by a breeze, without even stirring up a speck of dust on Su Changqing's fingertips.
Quiet.
The backyard fell into that deathly silence once again.
Lei Wujie's mouth dropped open, and he didn't even notice the kebab he had been holding tightly falling to the ground.
The thirteen flying swords of Wushuang seemed to have seen a ghost.
With a "whoosh".
The thirteen flying swords behind Wushuang, which had been so imposing and full of sword intent, suddenly seemed to have seen a ghost. After sensing that the silver immortal power had been easily wiped away by Su Changqing with a single finger, they all let out a mournful sword cry. Like frightened quails, they all shrunk back into Wushuang's sword box. No matter how much Wushuang urged his inner strength, they refused to stick out even half a sword tip.
These spiritual weapons possess a far greater sensitivity to danger than humans.
In their dim intelligence, the dangerous aura emanating from the man wearing a rubber duck apron and flip-flops was a million times more terrifying than the divine power that had just descended from the sky!
"This...how is this possible?!"
In mid-air, the white-robed immortal, who had maintained a superior and aloof demeanor as if looking down on ants, finally revealed an undisguised look of horror and disbelief on his flawless face.
His silver-gray eyes, devoid of pupils and filled only with swirling nebulae, were fixed on Su Changqing's index finger, which had just snapped its fingers and was now leisurely picking at its ear.
This "Radiant Light of Annihilation," though merely a casual strike, less than a tenth of his full power, was still an absolute dimensional attack on this lower realm shrouded in layers of turbid energy! Let alone flesh and blood, even the hardest black iron and the most fundamental laws of this world would be annihilated into nothingness the moment they came into contact with the radiant light!
However, this mortal in front of me, who was full of worldly dust and even smelled of cumin and barbecue, did not use a single trace of true energy. He simply flicked away my immortal power with a single finger!
This doesn't make sense!
This completely violates the absolute power barrier between the celestial realm and the mortal realm!
"What...what kind of sorcery did you use?!"
The white-robed immortal's voice had lost its previous ethereal and aloof quality, instead carrying a sharp edge born of extreme shock. The moonlight around him began to distort violently, his once snow-white robes billowed without wind, and an immortal pressure dozens of times greater than before, like a volcano about to erupt, was brewing wildly within his body.
"Dark magic?"
Su Changqing blew on his little finger after picking his ear, then looked up at the white-robed immortal floating in mid-air with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot.
"I'm telling you guys who fell from above, is your brain filled with nothing but 'sorcery' and 'demonic arts'? With such a limited vocabulary, you dare to come down to earth and show off?"
Su Changqing slowly picked up a golden-brown, crispy, and sizzling whale meat skewer from the plate next to him, took a bite, and looked thoroughly enjoying it.
"Furthermore, you were floating above my yard in the middle of the night, disturbing my late-night snack and littering (referring to that beam of light), ruining the greenery of my Changqing Building. Didn't your parents teach you to knock before visiting someone's home?"
"presumptuous!!!"
The white-robed immortal was utterly enraged!
He, a true immortal from the Nine Heavens, was sent down to the mortal realm by the decree of the Immortal Emperor to eliminate this "anomaly" who disturbed the heavenly order and even dared to attack the Eye of Heaven. He thought it would be an easy task, as simple as crushing a slightly stronger ant.
But this ant not only caught his attack, it even dared to humiliate him with such vulgar and crude language!
This is a blatant trampling on the dignity of the immortal path!
"You lowly ant from the lower realm, relying on some heretical techniques stolen from who-knows-where, dare to blaspheme against the might of the immortals! Today, I, representing the gods of the nine heavens, will cast you, this madman, into the Nine Netherworld Hell, never to be reborn!!!"
Accompanied by a roar that shattered the heavens.
The white-robed immortal no longer held back any of his power.
"Boom—!!!"
In that instant, a terrifying roar, like the simultaneous beating of a thousand heavenly drums, erupted over the entire city of Tianqi! The once clear night sky was completely covered by a dazzling, yet destructive, nine-colored celestial glow!
These celestial clouds intertwined to form a colossal celestial image thousands of feet tall, almost occupying half of the sky above Tianqi City!
The Dharma image was majestic, holding a Heavenly Punishment Sword formed from pure immortal power, the tip of which pointed directly at the Evergreen Pavilion below!
An immense pressure, so powerful that all things in heaven and earth trembled and submitted, crashed down like a tangible mountain!
"Splash! Splash! Splash!"
Within Tianqi City, whether it was the imperial guards in the palace, the experts from various powerful families, or even the common people who were still asleep, all knelt down involuntarily before this irresistible divine power, trembling all over.
In the backyard of Changqing Building.
Although Lei Wujie, Wushuang, and Xiao Se were protected by the barrier set up by Su Changqing beforehand and did not suffer direct physical harm, the fear and trembling from the depths of their souls still made their legs weak and their faces as pale as paper.
"This...this is the legendary immortal?"
Xiao Se gripped the Thunderclap Bow tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force. His proud half-step Divine Ascension cultivation and his domineering and unparalleled Imperial Dragon Aura seemed like a firefly trying to fight the sun before this immortal dharma image that was thousands of feet tall—so insignificant as to inspire despair!
"Brother-in-law... this time... are we really going to die here?"
Lei Wujie swallowed hard, his saliva tasting of blood, his hand gripping the Killing Fear Sword trembling violently. Although he was reckless and fearless, faced with a power that completely surpassed his comprehension and existed on a different dimension, he was almost losing the courage to even swing his sword.
however.
Under this celestial punishment, powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.
Su Changqing, however, remained seated in that rocking chair.
Instead of showing any sign of panic, he frowned with some impatience.
He glanced down at Xiao Nuomi, who had been awakened by the loud noise, rubbing her eyes and looking pale. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.
Did I just say...?
Su Changqing slowly put down the skewers in his hand. His slightly faded blue bathrobe began to move without any wind in the still backyard.
He did not look up at the enormous, suffocating statue of the immortal.
He simply reached out a hand and gently, tenderly covered Xiao Nuomi's ears.
"Even if the sky falls, don't wake my daughter."
Su Changqing's voice was very soft, as soft as a sigh.
But the sigh, the moment it fell, seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, resounding throughout the entire world, deep within the souls of every person, and even in the ears of that immortal statue thousands of feet tall!
"The Tribulation of All Gods——"
Su Changqing slowly stood up from the rocking chair.
He didn't take out his signature broken kitchen knife, nor did he unleash any earth-shattering sword energy.
He simply raised his head, and his eyes, which were originally as black as ink, instantly burst forth with two golden divine lights that were billions of times more dazzling than the nine-colored celestial clouds in the sky!
"The Eighth Form".
"Forbidden!"
Om-! ! !
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
There was no violent airflow tearing through space.
As these three words were uttered from Su Changqing's mouth, a power of rules that was even more terrifying and tyrannical than absolute stillness instantly enveloped the entire Tianqi City, the dazzling nine-colored immortal clouds, and the immortal dharma image that was thousands of feet tall!
That's... a conceptual erasure!
It is to forcibly strip and imprison all concepts related to this white-robed immortal, such as "immortal power," "pressure," and "divine punishment," directly from the underlying laws of this world!
"What...what is this?!"
In mid-air, the majesty and rage on the white-robed immortal's face froze for a moment, then turned into extreme terror and despair!
To his utter horror, he discovered that his connection with this world had been completely severed! The vast, ocean-like immortal power within him, and his Dharma form that embodied the fortune of the immortal realm, were, at this moment, like bubbles under the sunlight, rapidly dissipating and disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"No! This is impossible! I am a True Immortal from the Nine Heavens! I represent the will of the Upper Realm! How could you, a mere mortal from the Lower Realm, possibly control such a power to strip away the laws?!"
The white-robed immortal roared madly, desperately trying to mobilize the remaining immortal power within his body to break free from this terrifying confinement.
But he found that it was all in vain.
Under Su Changqing's "Forbidden" Law, he was like a tiger whose teeth and tendons had been pulled out. He not only lost all his power, but even his proud "immortal body" began to show dense cracks under the suppression of this power!
"mortal?"
Su Changqing stood in the courtyard, looking at the white-robed immortal struggling in mid-air, whose Dharma form had completely collapsed, and a mocking sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.
"I've already said it before, don't bother me with your stupid rules about the upper and lower realms on my turf."
Su Changqing slowly raised his right hand, palm up, and gently made a "pulling" motion towards the white-robed immortal.
"Since you enjoy looking down on others from a high position so much."
"Then today, I'll let you taste what it's like to be trampled into the mud by the 'ant' in your eyes."
"Get down here!"
boom!!!
Accompanied by Su Changqing's final, chilling shout.
An indescribable, terrifying suction force erupted from his palm!
The arrogant and domineering white-robed immortal was pulled down from the heavens like a shooting star before he could even let out a scream in the face of this suction force!
"Bang!!!"
A deafeningly loud bang.
The white-robed immortal slammed heavily onto the hard bluestone slab in the backyard of Changqing Tower!
The enormous impact created a crater several meters deep in the ground, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly in all directions.
The once arrogant immortal was now lying in the pit like a dead dog, his bones shattered and blood flowing from his seven orifices. His once pristine white immortal robe was now covered in mud and blood.
He struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with fear, despair, and disbelief, as he looked at the man in the blue robe standing at the edge of the pit, whose clothes were spotless.
"You... what kind of monster are you...?"
The white-robed immortal let out a gurgling sound as he used his last bit of strength to ask the question that had troubled him and all the villains who had died at Su Changqing's hands.
Su Changqing looked at the white-robed immortal at the bottom of the pit and did not answer.
He simply turned his head and looked at Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, and Wushuang, who were completely dumbfounded.
"See that?"
Su Changqing pointed to the "immortal" at the bottom of the pit, who was taking in more air than exhaling, and spoke with a tone of earnest instruction.
"This is what happens when you barge into someone's yard without knocking."
"In the future, if you encounter guys who like to act mysterious and litter, don't waste words, just drag them down and beat them up."
"If you kill him, it's on me."