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Xu Qiaoshui arrived at the teahouse, where the previous battle between Mu Qinglong and Hong Yulong had subsided. The atmosphere had shifted, and he found himself engaging in conversation with several people.
What a Mahayana Practitioner! Even when all trump cards were played, there was no way to counter them. Their spells were endless, almost akin to celestial magic. The term "Earth Immortal" truly suited them; it was undeniable.
Xu Qiaoshui expressed no regret as he spoke to everyone present who had not participated in that battle. That fight was enough to captivate any cultivator.
A Mahayana Practitioner? Teng Minxian nearly bit his teeth as he uttered those four words. It was indeed true; Yan Dong still had some fighting spirit left, but it was dwindling. Gu Ping confirmed that everyone only had one chance. Whether they succeeded or failed, they could retreat. The power of a Mahayana Practitioner was something ordinary people could hardly fathom.
Everyone gazed up at Cangming, where the Nine Heavens were obscured by clouds, and the stars scattered in the aftermath of the battle. Tian Zai seemed to have appeared like a second sun, competing for brilliance against the starry sky.
Everyone knew that Gu Ping, who once faced a Foundation Practitioner, could now escape unscathed like a youth illuminated by the sun in that vast sky.
Suddenly, Xu Qiaoshui recalled how just a few days ago he had asked Gu Ping for a reason—a reason to persuade himself to take risks alongside Gu Ping. Gu Ping had said one sentence that compelled Xu Qiaoshui to come.
He was old, while they were young.
Those nine short words conveyed Gu Ping's determination in that battle. Regardless of whether Wu Qiu or Zhu Xian Mountain were involved, Gu Ping never believed he would lose, even if it meant facing a Mahayana Practitioner or an Earth Immortal.
What?
Even Xu Qiaoshui himself did not notice that when he recalled those words, he unconsciously spoke them aloud, catching Zhu Xian Mountain's attention.
Before coming here, Gu Ping had given him a reason. He understood that such matters required courage; perhaps a reason was merely an excuse—an excuse to lend oneself courage.
He gave me a reason, but what was it?
At Zhu Xian Mountain, I always felt that I had done something wrong. Perhaps I shouldn't have thought that the Mahayana Practitioner was invincible, or maybe I shouldn't have called Ji Wuqiu here in the first place.
He was old, while they were very young.
He was old. He was old.
Zhu Xian Mountain wasn't famous, yet those three words seemed to be the key to that battle. Hong Yulong also felt like he had grasped something, recalling what Hong Ling had reminded him before he came.
Gu Ping knew Ji Wuqiu had arrived, so he must have prepared well before coming. Yin Tianheng also knew; otherwise, he wouldn't have let Gu Ping come to face death. Perhaps for Gu Ping, it wasn't about facing death but rather taking a risk.
Hong Yulong's words made Zhu Xian Mountain increasingly solemn, but there was nothing he could do. At least at Yan Dong's teahouse, both sides were still at a stalemate. Chongguang and his group held the numerical advantage. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't match Gu Ping's level under the starry sky of Yan Dong.
Everyone knew that after that battle, regardless of whether Gu Ping and Zhu Xian Mountain clashed directly, the title of the first person in Tiandong would fall upon Gu Ping.
Gu Ping could confront the Mahayana Practitioner head-on, and only when they all stood together could there be Coco.
Compared to Gu Ping's strength and balance, Ling Chanzi's extreme defense left a deep impression on several people who had retreated. If Fuhling Zenzi's realm were a bit higher, perhaps that battle wouldn't have been as risky as it was now.
Although everyone had a chance to strike, in reality, not everyone could focus their attention to the limit. In such battles, even a single breath of time could lead Coco to miss an excellent opportunity and waste all the efforts made by everyone before.
Although for Tenglan and his group, the consumption of spiritual energy wasn't significant, in just a few exchanges, their energy drained rapidly, making them feel waves of fatigue wash over them. They longed for nothing more than to lie down on a soft and comfortable bed and sleep soundly.
The butcher's existence made them wary, and whether Chongguang was an enemy or a friend remained uncertain after this battle.
In just a few months, Cheng Zong had fallen, and over the next decade, while enduring the Great Qin Empire's advances, they gradually swallowed the territories of two major vassal states.
Previously, after the fall of Anping Pass, the Ten Thousand Allied Forces outside the city had no strategic retreat options, allowing them to fight to the death against the Nine Nether Alliance. Xiao Zhang could not afford to die without giving the Easterners an explanation, nor could he leave those who still clung to Yuan Shi and remained loyal to Cheng Zong without answers.
The defeat of Cheng Zong signified the complete decline of Yuan Shi, as what had once been a mere fig leaf was ruthlessly torn away.
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