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He patted him hard on the back as he spoke.
Let me see, has the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword developed a new sharpness?
Chapter 320 Ye Dingzhi's Bizarre Invitation!
Luo Yuheng lightly tapped his palm with a bamboo-bone folding fan, and half of a black iron wrist guard was revealed beneath his dark wide sleeves.
He gazed at Wei Changxuan's sweat-soaked clothes, a rare smile appearing in his eyes:
Even martial artists at the third rank or above in the Free Realm would avoid Zhao Yujia's Five Thunder Orthodox Law Talisman.
He folded his fan open with a whoosh, concealing the smile on his lips. "You've really gone too far, drawing lightning directly onto your sword. You're truly a master of both skill and daring."
Just as Wei Changxuan was about to respond, a sudden, fine chill ran down the back of his neck.
It was as if a pair of cold eyes were watching his every move.
He turned around abruptly, and in the twilight, a dark figure leaned against the branches of the locust tree.
Ye Dingzhi's black robe trailed on the fallen locust blossoms, his pale fingers toying with a jet-black token.
Seeing him turn around, his scarlet pupils suddenly contracted.
The curve of his lips was like a poisoned scimitar, sending chills down one's spine.
Ever since you broke the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion's trap yesterday, his gaze has never left you.
Tang Lian appeared beside him at some point, her eight-edged Tang sword gleaming coldly at her waist.
Last month at the Ghost Market, someone offered three Snow Soul Pearls as a bounty for your life to the Tang Clan.
He paused, his fingers tracing the dark patterns on the hilt of the knife. The person who made the bid was surnamed Ye.
The evening breeze swept up the locust blossoms scattered on the ground, making the silver patterns on Ye Dingzhi's black robe appear and disappear.
Wei Changxuan gripped the hilt of his sword, noticing that his opponent maintained a languid, reclining posture.
But those eyes, like venomous snakes, were locked onto his throat.
It was as if the slightest movement would transform it into venomous fangs, instantly tearing his neck apart.
Wei Changxuan tightened the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword at his waist, the cool hilt pressed against the thin layer of sweat seeping from his palm.
Ye Dingzhi's hastily written invitation note was still tucked inside the lining, the corners of the paper already wrinkled from sweat.
He knew this man was ruthless, and the rumors of a bounty being placed on him in the ghost market were not unfounded.
Yet this secret concerning the academy's final exam attracted him like a magnet, making him unable to resist despite knowing the danger.
The sound of the night watchman's drum startled the crows in the treetops, and the branches of the old locust tree south of the city seemed to weep in the night wind, as if telling of the impending danger.
Wei Changxuan walked on the moonlight, which was like shards of silver scattered on the ground, and deliberately circled around three times before stopping under the tree.
Deep within the shadows of the trees, the locust leaves rustled, and a sense of danger enveloped him like a spiderweb, making every step filled with uncertainty and tension.
Brother Wei truly kept his promise. A hoarse voice, carrying the pungent smell of aged liquor, wafted over.
As Ye Dingzhi emerged from behind the tree, the hem of his black robe swept across the pile of fallen leaves, startling several lurking crickets.
The bronze talisman he was playing with in his left hand gleamed with an eerie light. The Taotie pattern seemed to come alive and writhe under the moonlight, exuding a strange aura.
The Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword suddenly trembled violently, and the lightning patterns on the hilt emitted a dazzling blue light, as if warning its master of the impending crisis.
Wei Changxuan gripped the sword guard with his five fingers like iron clamps, his pupils slightly contracting: Brother Ye invited me late at night, I wonder what you mean by 644?
He glanced around at the shadows, silently counting the positions of the locust trees he could use to dodge.
However, they discovered that there wasn't a single fallen leaf within three steps of Ye Dingzhi—this was the cultivation level of a half-step Divine Travel Realm cultivator who could condense his inner force into a wall of energy, and his powerful aura sent chills down their spines.
Ye 4.8 Ding's lips curled into a mocking smile, his withered fingers tracing a harsh sound on the ancient token:
Brother Wei, do you know that the third test is not a simple arena competition?
He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, letting the night wind tear his words to shreds.
The distant sound of the night watchman's clapper signaled the arrival of 1:45 AM, a full hour later than the appointed time.
This deliberate delay only added to the mystery and unease.
Chapter 321 Ye Dingzhi's Strangeness!
The hum of the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword suddenly became sharp, and fine lightning patterns appeared on the surface of the sword.
Wei Changxuan forced himself to remain calm, his sword-like eyebrows furrowing into a sharp arc: "I would like to hear the details."
He noticed that Ye Dingzhi's gaze remained fixed on the sword at his waist as he spoke.
That burning greed almost scorched him, as if the sword were the most precious treasure in the world.
As far as I know, the final exam will be conducted in groups of three.
Ye Dingzhi suddenly moved closer, and the smell of rotting flesh mixed with rust hit him.
His bony fingers pointed towards Tianqi Academy, where brightly lit pavilions stood in the distance.
In the darkness, they resembled the eyes of a colossal beast, exuding an aura of mystery and majesty.
But the specific content... The bronze edict struck the tree trunk heavily, startling the locust blossoms that filled the tree.
Even the mole I planted in the examination hall couldn't find out.
Wei Changxuan tapped his knuckles on the scabbard in a rhythm of three long and two short strikes. This was a coded signal used by the Tang Clan for transmitting messages using hidden weapons, in case of unforeseen circumstances.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of chains faintly visible beneath Ye Dingzhi's black robe. These were the Immortal Binding Ropes used by the Southern Border Witchcraft Cult to suppress evil spirits, and alarm bells rang in his mind.
The night wind swept up the locust blossoms scattered on the ground, weaving a white curtain between the two, as if it were the prelude to an intense duel about to unfold.
Why choose me? The Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword suddenly stopped humming, and the lightning patterns on its surface disappeared completely.
Instead, a drop of dark red liquid seeped from the end of the scabbard.
Wei Changxuan stared at Ye Dingzhi's suddenly contracting pupils, realizing that this magical artifact had absorbed his life essence.
Sensing the other's murderous intent even before its master, a thrilling contest seems inevitable.
The black-robed youth's laughter was like ice breaking in a cold pool, creating ripples in the silent night.
He raised his hand, and the moonlight flowed across his pale fingertips, as if coating them with a layer of frost.
A locust leaf drifted down, landing precisely in his palm. His slender fingers gently rubbed it.
The leaf shattered into tiny fragments, like fragile glass, transforming into fine veins that danced in his palm like ancient, mysterious runes.
"Because Brother Wei's thunder magic can dispel evil spirits," he drawled.
The last syllable carried a seductive rhythm, and the amber pupils gleamed eerily in the moonlight.
Like the eyes of a beast peering from the abyss, "And where we are going..."
Fine, scattered leaves fell through his fingers like a silent funeral. "This is necessary."
As he finished speaking, a mysterious smile curved his lips, a smile as enigmatic as an abyss veiled in darkness.
After leaving the old locust tree, Wei Changxuan did not head towards his residence, but instead deliberately circled around to the north of the city.
As night deepened, the streets were nearly deserted, with only a few scattered lights and sounds emanating from the 720 taverns in the distance.
The faint shouts of people playing drinking games could be heard, a stark contrast to his heavy and depressed mood at that moment.
A cold wind howled past, swirling up the withered leaves on the ground, rustling them as if telling untold secrets.
From a distance, Luo Yuheng's room was brightly lit, and the dim yellow light shone through the window paper, casting hazy shadows on the bluestone path.
The silhouettes of two women flickered on the window paper, their outlines graceful; they were none other than Luo Yuheng and Mu Nanzhi.
Wei Changxuan took a deep breath, stepped forward and knocked on the door knocker. The carved wooden door creaked open slowly, leaving a crack.
Chapter 322 The Strange Divination!
Luo Yuheng stood inside the door, her long, dark sleeves cascading down like flowing clouds. The mutton-fat jade bracelet on her wrist struck the door knocker, producing a clear and melodious sound, like the tinkling of a clear spring.
She lowered her eyes slightly, her nostrils twitched, and suddenly her eyebrows furrowed, her expression becoming serious.
"You smell of bronze rust." Her voice carried a hint of doubt and wariness.
Before he finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes slightly, sniffed carefully, and his tone became even more certain.
"There are still remnants of the Yin Fu Jing?" Her gaze was piercing, as if she could see right through Wei Changxuan.
Mu Nanzhi peeked out from behind her, the gold hairpin in her hair swaying violently with her movements.
The rustling sound was crisp and pleasant.
"In the middle of the night, could it be that she's going to meet someone..." Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly fell silent.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened, staring intently at Wei Changxuan's collar.
There, a tiny, fragmented locust leaf clung to the surface, its veins bearing an unnatural bluish-black hue.
In the candlelight, it seemed to be some kind of evil mark, exuding an unsettling aura.
Suddenly, the candlelight inside the room crackled and popped, sending sparks flying. One spark landed on the Xuan paper on the table, instantly burning a small, blackened hole in it.
Luo Yuheng and Mu Nanzhi exchanged a glance, both of their eyes flashing with wariness and unease.
A night breeze swept through the room, lifting the thin gauze curtains on the windows. The curtains billowed like waves, casting long shadows of the three people inside.
They intertwined into complex and eerie patterns on the ground, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.
The celadon teacup slammed heavily onto the ebony table, the spilled tea spreading out in ink-like cloud patterns on the gold-stamped stationery.
Wei Changxuan swept his wide sleeves across the scattered secret letters on the table, and tapped his knuckles on the three characters "Ye Dingzhi".
His voice was as cold as frost: Three days ago, someone witnessed him taking half of the bronze token in Falling Star Abyss.
What?! Mu Nanzhi suddenly stood up, the medicine pouch at her waist rattling against the sandalwood fruit dish.
Candied fruit rolled down like pearls, and her embroidered shoe unconsciously crushed a green plum.
The crimson juice splattered on the moon-white skirt, resembling bloodstains: that madman who used living people to test poison!
You just turned the Third Elder of the Tang Clan into a living corpse puppet last month, and you actually...
Nan Zhi. Luo Yuheng's pale hand suddenly pressed down on her trembling wrist, his fingertips surprisingly cold.
The bronze mirror on the desk reflected the trembling of the cinnabar mole between her brows, like a drop of blood about to fall.
She dipped her brush in the remaining tea and traced patterns on the table, the watermarks meandering into incomplete hexagrams, their edges oozing a dark red: