abnabooks Chapter 147: Why Has Everyone Reached the Body Treasury Realm?
Chapter 147: Why Has Everyone Reached the Body Treasury Realm?
Luo Yue was stunned. Though Lu was on Lake Island, his voice rang clearly in Luo’s ears—a feat akin to the immortals of legend. It deepened Luo’s awe for the young master, the one who had brought an end to the era of the Hundred Schools.“Open the city gates. Let them in. Perhaps I’ve been too lenient, giving some the wrong impression,” Lu’s calm voice echoed in Luo’s mind.
Luo opened his mouth but found no words. Still, he followed the order. The gate’s bolts were lifted, and the martial artists outside erupted in joy. They surged into the city, scrambling to be first, afraid of losing their chance. From the city walls, Luo watched the swarm, like ants pouring in, his eyes narrowing.
Once all had entered, he ordered the ironclad guards to lock the gates again. The crowd, sensing the shift, fell quiet, unease rippling through them. Luo descended the tower, flanked by Beiluo’s elite guards. “Follow me,” he said, his gaze sweeping over the martial artists. Many were desperate or washed-up fighters, their sincerity questionable. Most likely, they saw joining Baiyujing—now at the height of its fame—as a shortcut to glory. A foolish, laughable notion.
With his saber at his side, Luo led them unhurriedly toward Beiluo Lake. The martial artists felt an oppressive aura radiating from him. As they walked the city’s main street, Beiluo’s residents pointed and whispered, curious about the oddly dressed newcomers. Normally, these martial artists might have taken offense, but in Beiluo, under Baiyujing’s shadow, they restrained themselves, their tempers subdued by awe and apprehension.
Soon, Beiluo Lake came into view.
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On Lake Island, in the second-floor pavilion of Baiyujing, Lu paid little heed to the martial artists. He knew most weren’t sincere in seeking to join Baiyujing; they merely wanted to ride its fame for their own gain. He summoned Jing Yue.raversed the iron chain bridge, and reached the floating island. Standing at its edge, he gazed at the central palace, its oppressive aura still lingering.
Taking a deep breath, his eyes gleamed. This was his eleventh attempt to reach the palace. He had failed ten times, beaten back by a shadowy figure each time. Yet he refused to yield, rising with unyielding will after every defeat. Now, he felt his bottleneck loosening—a spark of hope, like rain in a parched desert.
“Eleventh time,” he muttered, neck cracking, eyes sharp. He stepped onto the swaying chain bridge, shield raised, its surface dented from past clashes. The abyss yawned below. Two steps in, the oppressive aura intensified. He braced himself, energy swirling from his qi core.
But, to his surprise, the shadow didn’t appear. Frowning, he stared at the palace, took a breath, and sprinted across the bridge. Leaping, he landed heavily on the palace floor, panting like a bellows.
Lifting his head, he saw two familiar figures, spiritual energy swirling above them. “Nie Changqing, Ning Zhao!” he murmured.
Nie Changqing, butcher’s knife at his side, his white robe billowing. Ning Zhao, in a flowing white dress, gripped her Cicada Wing Sword, her expression grave. Lu had sent them to challenge the palace’s master.
Hearing their names, they turned, their Body Treasury Realm auras surging. The Overlord’s face shifted. “You’ve broken through to Body Treasury?!”
Both nodded slightly. “Just entered,” they said.
The Overlord’s breath quickened, a flash of envy in his eyes. But he relented, recalling the white-robed young master under moonlight, seated in his wheelchair. With such a figure leading Baiyujing, their breakthrough was no surprise.
Suddenly, the chain bridge rattled. A figure in a flowing Taoist robe, wielding a wooden sword, descended gracefully. As he landed, his aura erupted, a faint spiritual vortex above his head.
The Overlord’s eyes narrowed. “Li Sansi, the Daoist prodigy? He’s reached Body Treasury too?”
He stood dumbfounded.