92: Chapter 81: Taoist, World Pavilion 92: Chapter 81: Taoist, World Pavilion Raging waves surged, and the large ship rose along with the swell, soaring to a hundred zhang high.

Hundreds of Dao patterns exploded on the body of the ship.

Three Yin God Realm Great Practitioners unfolded battle on the ship, with You Hai King facing two adversaries alone.

Not only did he not fall into a disadvantage, he actually produced an extremely oppressive scene—

After advancing into Yin God, the Dao Grotto Heaven fully matured, and Cultivators could condense their “dharma”.

Jiang Qihu’s Angry Tiger Dharma Form had already been shattered several times, and as it condensed once more…

its radiance was dim, liable to dissipate at any moment.

Ye Qinglian’s dharma “Sky-reaching Vine” was slightly better off, but most of its branches and leaves had been broken.

On the other side.

You Hai King Chu Lin hadn’t even called forth his dharma.

His python robe was stained with quite a lot of blood.

But not a single drop was his own.

“Charge!”

Jiang Qihu’s Primordial Energy was almost depleted.

He grasped a long sabre with both hands, charging once more, only to be struck in the lower abdomen by Chu Lin the next instant—

This time Chu Lin did not retract his hand but, while carrying Jiang Qihu, he rushed forward dozens of zhang, slamming directly into the mast.

His entire forearm wrapped in thunder, the lightning burst forth enveloping the entire ship!

“Crackle!”

After the lightning dissipated.

Jiang Qihu lowered his head, staring blankly at what was beneath him.

You Hai King’s palm pierced through his flesh.

Perhaps it was because the Thunder Technique was too ferocious, at this moment he couldn’t even feel the pain…

But perhaps there was another possibility.

This palm that had pierced through was very close to his Dantian.

This was the “Grotto Heaven”, the most important part of a Cultivator.

This meant, if he wished, You Hai King could at any moment destroy his Dantian, shattering his Grotto Heaven.

“Brother Qihu, believe me, if you try to condense your dharma one more time, you will die on the spot.”

Chu Lin slowly pulled out his blood-drenched palm, looking down at this stubborn man who’d rather die than yield, his eyes as cold as ice.

Jiang Qihu collapsed to the ground.

Chu Lin’s words…

naturally, he wouldn’t care about them.

He grunted.

Unfortunately, due to overexertion,

The Angry Tiger Dharma Form, no matter what, could not be condensed again.

On the other side, Ye Qinglian’s situation wasn’t much better…

the entire ship was littered with shattered and broken Flying Swords.

Now, all she had left was the “Sky-reaching Vine” as her last resort.

After all.

It was You Hai King who harbored “merciful” thoughts.

Otherwise, this battle would have ended long ago.

“All these years, have you been hiding your skill, and in fact had already advanced to the nineteenth level of Yin God Realm?”

Ye Qinglian looked at the man in the python robe in front of her, her eyes filled with despair.

Chu Lin’s realm was even higher than the waves of Carp Tide River, piling on top of each other.

In the Yin God Realm, each level was a step toward the heavens.

After the twentieth level, one achieves Yang God.

To be able to fight without calling his dharma and leave her and Jiang Qihu powerless…

must be at least at the nineteenth level.

“A fortunate coincidence, a fluke of yin and yang.”

Chu Lin spoke softly, “I never thought before that I would rely on the ‘Tide Sacrifice’ to ascend to Yang God.

Or rather, to be honest, I’m not really interested in cultivation.”

The reason he received the imperial title of “You Hai” was that Chu Lin, from childhood to adulthood, did not like cultivation.

However…

After his older brother, the Prince, died, many things changed.

He had a new plan, and this plan required him to make some compromises.

“A fortunate coincidence, Nineteenth of Yin God?”

After listening, Ye Qinglian couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.

She found it so very ironic.

How many people could not reach that height even with a lifetime of arduous cultivation?

In this Dachu Dynasty, how many knew that You Hai King Chu Lin’s talent for cultivation was so high?

In that moment, You Hai King completely crushed Ye Qinglian’s will to fight.

The Sky-reaching Vine on the mast was withdrawn, and its remaining branches, dragging the blood-soaked Jiang Qihu, came to stand before Ye Qinglian.

“Kill…

kill…”

Jiang Qihu, with a pierced and burned lower belly, was still muttering subconsciously, and even now, he tightly clutched the long sabre.

Ye Qinglian just shook her head silently, reaching out to press on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding for Jiang Qihu.

Kill?

This battle…

had been doomed from the start.

You Hai King had held back.

He had not shattered Jiang Qihu’s Dantian and had left an intact Grotto Heaven.

“Let him rest well.”

After confirming that the two of them were no longer a threat, You Hai King did not make another move, returning to the leisurely temperament of a prince, speaking softly.

“Don’t waste your strength anymore.”

Just as he had said earlier, he didn’t intend to determine life or death.

The tide surged.

The countless surges of blood shooting into the sky from Lichao City resonated with the increasingly high waves.

“The formation has been set, and once the Tide Sacrifice ceremony begins, it cannot be stopped.”

You Hai King went to the bow, and said gently, “Either the people of Lichao City die, or…

I die.”

Looking at the current situation—

In one hour, Lichao City will be submerged by the great tide, and at that time, all living beings within the city will be sacrificed by the formation, becoming food for Chu Lin’s ascension to Yang God.

Ye Qinglian silently supported Jiang Qihu, leaning against the railing at the stern of the ship.

Jiang Qihu’s lips mumbled, as if he was trying to say something.

She frowned slightly and leaned in a bit closer to hear what Jiang Qihu was saying.

“Dao…”

Faint and indistinct, she heard only one word.

Dao?

Ye Qinglian silently watched the man in front of her, perplexed.

She could see that Jiang Qihu had risked nearly half his life in this fight; if You Hai King had not shown mercy, this fool would likely have died here…

This was not the scenario she had anticipated.

The man behind Jiang Qihu, the man with infallible strategies and omens that exhausted the heavens.

Most importantly—

Chen Jingxuan treated Jiang Qihu like his own limbs.

How could he allow Jiang Qihu to die here?

Jiang Qihu squeezed out an ugly smile, spent great effort, and with difficulty spat out two words.

This time, Ye Qinglian heard clearly.

“Taoist.”

She suddenly froze.

Jiang Qihu used a bloodstained finger to scrawl a crooked character in the palm of her hand.

Tang.

It was the surname of a person.

A surname that Ye Qinglian had dreaded for many years, yearned to challenge, but somehow could never muster the urge to do so—

It was the surname of the current Master of World Pavilion.

Over the past ten years, Ye Qinglian had practiced arduously, desiring to contend with Peak Master Jiang Miaoyin of Jade Screen Peak…

She knew she was likely no match for Jiang Miaoyin, but she still wanted to try.

If she hadn’t met Jiang Miaoyin early on, would she still have had such a thought?

Ye Qinglian did not know.

But she knew.

Jiang Miaoyin could not be considered a true prodigy.

Some people are born for cultivation, facing such “prodigies,” she truly could not foster any desire to compete.

For instance, the Xuanyi of the past.

And then, there’s Tang Fengshu, hailed as Dachu Dynasty’s number one Dao-cultivation talent in a century.

Ye Qinglian looked at Jiang Qihu with complex emotions.

The latter smiled wryly.

Standing at the bow, his hands pressing on the railing, You Hai King leisurely looking down at the great tide of Lichao City, pupils suddenly contracted.

With a “boom,”

a sound like a crossbow bolt piercing through the air exploded, grazing his cheek.

Then, a figure landed atop the mast of the large ship.

The ship was at the highest point of the countless waves.

And she stood at the highest point on the ship.

You Hai King’s hair bun was shattered, hair flying about, his python robe billowing similarly—

The sea breeze carried an additional hint of bloody scent that wasn’t there before.

A narrow cut appeared on Chu Lin’s cheek, from where blood flowed out.

This king of Qing State turned exceedingly slowly, little by little tilting his head to look at the position on the mast.

Raging waves surged, the sky overhead dark and gloomy.

A young woman in green stood, her arm cradling a horsetail whisk, looking tranquil like an immortal.

“Prince Chu, long time no see.”

The woman stood atop the mast, expressionlessly looking down at the man in the python robe.

Chu Lin touched his cheek, glanced at the palm of his hand with the fresh blood, and said softly with a chuckle, “Indeed, it’s been a while.

When was the last time we saw each other?”

“Twenty years ago.”

The woman said, “The Taoist invited you as a guest.

I remember back then, my master said Prince Chu was naturally gifted and would surely achieve remarkable feats in the future.”

Chu Lin was speechless.

He lamented, “Your master had a discerning eye, is he still in good health now?”

“He was fine, but if he knew about the matters in Qing State, I presume he wouldn’t be so well.”

The woman said sarcastically, “What I didn’t expect is that even he could be mistaken—Chu Lin, a king of great stature in Qing State, you’ve actually colluded with the Demon Country, Blood Refining the people of Dachu!

Is this the remarkable feat you wished to achieve?”

“Everything is fate, little is up to us.”

Chu Lin sighed deeply and said earnestly, “I didn’t want it to be this way…”

The next moment.

His python robe billowed, and he suddenly leaped up, charging towards the mast.

Above the sky, all of a sudden, a muffled thunder roared, the dark, ink-splattered canvas of the sky was split in half, and amid the raging waves, an immense Qilin Dharma Form that stretched a hundred feet momentarily materialized, even more majestic and fierce than the Qilin at the prow of the Povao ship!

“Boom!”

Thunder light exploded.

After the two figures collided, each was flung backward; Tang Fengshu in green retreated back to the highest point of the mast, her hair at the temples slightly disheveled.

You Hai King Chu Lin was heavily slammed back onto the deck.

He pressed a hand to his mouth corner, this time, bleeding from a place other than his cheek.

“Worthy of being the Taoist sect’s once-in-a-century genius.”

Chu Lin raised his head to look at the woman standing atop the mast and said sentimentally, “Half a jiazi of cultivation and your foot is already on the threshold of the Yang God Realm…

At this speed, even Xuanyi from back then couldn’t compare with you, could he?”

“I’m not sure if I can compare with Xuanyi.”

Tang Fengshu said expressionlessly, “But being able to best you is sufficient.”

Chu Lin extended his hands.

Boom boom boom—

The river tide rose, the blue waves of the North Sea surged along, and that lifelike Qilin Dharma Form, hidden within the waves, seemed to carry the entire ship on its back, tumbling in the raging waves.

“So…

Chen Jingxuan was prepared all along; pity he’s still a bit young.”

Chu Lin shook his head and smiled faintly, asking in a deep voice, “We are both in the Yin God Realm, perhaps I’m no match for you…

but who said anything about battling in the Yin God Realm?”

The tides drummed up.

Countless furious waves sped up, crashing towards that ancient city!

Tang Fengshu stood at the very top of the mast.

She merely watched the scene in silence, making no move to intervene—

“Prince Chu, you’re still too young.”

In the midst of the angry waves, the woman’s mocking voice echoed.

“You wouldn’t think I came here to duel with you, did you?”