Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Li Yao coughed lightly. A few lumps protruded on his abdomen, as if several mice were crawling on his body and dashing into his pants one after another.

When they crawled out from the bottom of his pants, they turned out to be four palm-sized, delicate beast puppets in the form of spiders!

The four beast puppets shook on the ground and entered the stealth state immediately, swooshing at Dongfang Mingyue, or “Long Yangjun”, Li Yao’s old opponent that he knew from the Ancient Sages Sector, who was neither a man nor a woman, both a friend and a foe.

Under the control of Li Yao’s telepathic thoughts, the four beast puppets were gentle and agile. Moving in the crowd swiftly, they did not touch the feet of any passer-by as they reached Long Yangjun in the blink of an eye.

Long Yangjun scorned, as if she were mocking Li Yao’s lack of creativity, which made him too unchallenging.

Li Yao sniffed. The backs of the four stealthy beast puppets suddenly split apart, and a hundred smaller beast puppets that were no larger than lice jumped out. Equally stealthy, they leaped at Long Yangjun’s critical parts without any sound!

They were not to be underestimated because of their tiny size. On the bodies of metals and crystals the size of lice, a hundred attack rune arrays had been carved, and the capsules at the abdomen stored lethal poison that could corrupt one’s core. Such an extraordinary technique of refining could’ve only been accomplished by Li Yao who was adept at the manual forging arts from ancient times.

The assault of the hundred “stealthy lice” finally made Long Yangjun exclaim, raising the attention of the walkers.

Her face immediately blushed.

Li Yao knew that the “stealthy lice” could not trap Long Yangjun. So, he simply strode forward into the teeming crowd again, while he calculated the height of the buildings around, the angle of the sunlight when it was reflected on the glass wall of the plazas, the speed of the moving crowd, and the structure of the blocks, trying to come up with the most perfect battle plan.

As he expected, in only three seconds, the connections between him and the beast puppets were all cut off, and the hundred windows in his brain were shut down. All the “stealthy lice” had apparently been taken care of by Long Yangjun.

Hot waves of embarrassment and fury were coming from his back. He did not need to turn around to know that Long Yangjun was gritting her teeth and following him.

Before him, it was an intersection. Although most of the vehicles flew in midair, some of the public vehicles and special cars ran on the ground. Also, when the traffic was too huge, the crowd going to different directions might be in conflict too. Therefore, a traffic light was still set up in this place, with an indicator that displayed the countdown of availability.

At this moment, it was the turn of Li Yao’s direction to go, and there were five seconds to go.

Li Yao’s telepathic thoughts rolled to the traffic light like the tentacles of an invisible octopus, and his spiritual energy hacked the control chip of the traffic light. Without anybody realizing it, the speed of the countdown was increased by 20%.

As a result, if Long Yangjun maintained her current speed, she would be forced to stay before the intersection while Li Yao would have just passed it.

So, Long Yangjun accelerated her movement.

At this moment, she was pretending to be a common office lady, and it would be too bizarre if she were to pass the crowd smoothly with the most brilliant body-moving techniques. Therefore, she could only pretend that she had urgent business and shoved the people before her to clear a way.

When the countdown had two seconds to go, Long Yangjun arrived at the intersection.

Right at the moment, the sunlight happened to be reflected by an arc-shaped glass wall of a plaza on her left side. As if concentrated by a magnifying glass, it darted into Long Yangjun’s eyes precisely!

It was a trap that Li Yao had carefully devised for Long Yangjun, which transformed the plain environment into the most fatal weapon.

However, Long Yangjun was an unparalleled expert at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage decades ago. She was also not a regular human being but carried the ancient bloodline from the primeval age.

By absorbing the strength of the extraterrestrial devils in the war against extraterrestrial devils in the Star Glory Federation, she gradually activated the mysteries in her bloodline, and she could see the world clearly even without eyes. How could she be affected by the glaring sunlight?

Her retinas constricted for only 0.01 seconds before they became normal.

During the 0.01 seconds, she sensed that Li Yao touched something with his feet up ahead. Then, he suddenly shortened and disappeared into thin air.

She squeezed forward and checked, only to discover that it was the cover of a manhole. It must’ve been sealed for a long time, but it showed the sign of being moved recently.

A wrinkled old man nearby looked at the cover of the manhole somewhat in surprise and mumbled something to himself. He seemed to be wondering if his eyes had tricked him because somebody just vanished entirely.

Long Yangjun sneered. You really do not have anything new!

Raising the cover of the manhole with the tip of her feet, Long Yangjun released her telepathic thoughts downward to investigate. Suddenly, she felt that something was not right, and her face turned pale.

Just now, she memorized the faces and body figures of everybody around with the Heavenly Vision Technique, but the white-haired, wrinkled old man next to the cover of the manhole was not in her impression.

Hardly had the idea occurred to her when the “old man”, or Li Yao, already attacked!

His fingers seemed to be cramping like the habitual quakes of a common aged man, but every cramp actually meant that a wind blade that could break gold was condensed and blown at Long Yangjun’s critical parts.

A pink flower blossomed on Long Yangjun’s pale face again. Her fingers that were long and narrow danced deftly too, dispersing all the wind blades. She even cut off Li Yao’s control and twisted the direction of a few wind blades, making them attack Li Yao!

Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua!

The two of them clashed a thousand times in only three seconds.

However, the passers-by right next to them noticed none of their attacks. They had no idea at all that two horrible “monsters” were lurking right next to them and engaged in the most soul-stirring battle.

Long Yangjun’s sword arts were apparently better than Li Yao’s. Coming back to herself from the initial shock, she soon took the initiative of the battle. The wind blades were like hundreds of invisible, tiny flying swords that almost occupied Li Yao’s eyes.

While Li Yao was dealing with the attacks anxiously and about to lose, from the cover of the manhole below Long Yangjun’s feet that had just been moved, a few transparent molecular mica threads crawled out stealthily and tied her legs.

Even though those molecular mica threads were not really as thin as molecules, the difference was little to none. As the sharpest weapon, they could cut any spiritual shield or strengthened armor.

Everything just now was a disguise. This was Li Yao’s fatal move!

Long Yangjun gritted her teeth again. She was the one dealing with the emergency in a hurry now. Dodging the embrace of the molecular mica threads somewhat ungracefully and cutting them apart, she raised her head again, only to discover that Li Yao had squeezed into the crowd again and turned to the street on the right.

BOOM! BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

Right then, from the plazas behind the two of them, explosions came over.

Yue Wushuang’s devil huntresses did choose to trust Li Yao’s judgment and retreated in advance, avoiding the outcome of stepping into the trap and being entirely annihilated.

But it was inevitable that they ran into the embarrassed and infuriated demon hunters. The two parties immediately started a thrilling and dangerous hide-and-seek game.

A hundred crystal suits were moving among the skyscrapers, unleashing the most destructive and eye-catching techniques that looked like fireworks during a day.

As a result, the glass wall was all falling apart under their attacks, and the broken pieces sprinkled like a shower.

The pedestrians on the street were immediately disrupted. Exclaiming and covering their heads, they hurried to dash into the stores and buildings on the two sides of the street to hide.

Hiding in the chaotic crowd, Li Yao and Long Yangjun found the erratic situation even more complicated.

However, the panicked crowd, the falling glass pieces, and the continuous explosions in the sky gave them a bigger room for attacks too.

Li Yao and Long Yangjun both vaguely guessed each other’s concerns.

Since the two of them were on par with each other, if they were to burst into a real fight, they would have to reveal all their trump cards.

However, they both got too many secrets and would rather their techniques and magical equipment to stay hidden.

It was especially so for Long Yangjun, who was not a human being but a member of the Nuwa Clan who was corrupted by the forces of the Pangu Clan in the fetus state. She was a weird being that nobody could tell what it was exactly.

Even though she could hurt Li Yao badly, she would have to reveal her real appearance, which would certainly be suicide in the Imperium that considered the Pangu Clan as a major threat.

Therefore, neither Li Yao nor Long Yangjun wanted to attract the devil huntresses, the demon hunters, or other Immortal Cultivators to them; they preferred to settle the problem in their own way.

The rapidly falling glass pieces, as if given a life uncannily, flew horizontally and crashed into each other, turning into sprinkling white powder.

The white powder was then condensed into flying swords the size of needles under the control of mysterious strengths, before they rushed to the two sides of the street fast and soundlessly.

At this moment, the street had already been vacant. Everybody had escaped to the stores and malls on the sides of the street and simply allowed the broken glass to fall on the ground.

Each on one side of the street, Li Yao and Long Yangjun moved forward unhurriedly and shot each other with the “storm of glass” in between. The “flying glass swords” brushed past them closely, before they turned into clusters of sand and collapsed to the ground.

Although there was not any sound or smoke, the battle was a hundred times fiercer and more dangerous than the battle between the devil huntresses and demon hunters up above.

Suddenly, Li Yao came to a halt.

Before him, it was a metro station, which had multiple entrances and exits in the malls on the sides of the street.

It was also a major station where two metro lines joined. There were a lot of branches below the ground.

He spat on the ground, and blowing the last flying glass sword that Long Yangjun shot over into pieces, blinked into the people that were running like headless flies, making his way to the metro station without looking back.