202: The Bliss of the Mortal World
Spreading the White Lotus Sect's teachings across the world and returning to the True Void Home is the desire of all White Lotus Sect members.
Although Zhao Ming was the Great Gan's Ninth Prince, he was not, after all, of legitimate birth.
While his mother's status was certainly noble, he always had a genuine Crown Prince, Crown Prince Zhao Ce, above him.
If he were truly a good-for-nothing, seizing the throne would be almost impossible.
Now that Zhao Ming had shown his strength, it made the White Lotus Sect and the others even more pleasantly surprised.
A soul-stirring charm rippled in Su Qingqian's eyes.
"Coming into the mountains this time was indeed the right choice."
She murmured in her heart, then her gaze fell upon the Gray-robed Old Man.
This person's martial arts were profound, and his strength was formidable.
He was truly a nuisance.
"Stop this old gentleman; don't let him ruin our plans."
Su Qingqian's voice reached the ears of several Protectors.
Hearing this, the Scholar, the Warrior, and the Tuo showed expressions of excitement.
With the Saintess taking action, she would surely be able to capture Zhao Ming.
With a wave of the Scholar's folding fan, poisonous needles rained down from the sky like rain, blocking the Gray-robed Old Man's retreat.
The sword-carrying Warrior let out a roar, his muscles bulging and his blood qi burning as he closed in to engage the Gray-robed Old Man in hand-to-hand combat.
The Tuo, who had just been slightly injured, still activated his damaged Magical Artifact. Ghostly shadows breathed out flames, enveloping the Gray-robed Old Man.
"You seek death!"
The Gray-robed Old Man was furious; his True Essence turned into a giant wave, attempting to blast the several people away.
But those who could become White Lotus Sect Protectors naturally had some skill.
They were like maggots on a bone, stubbornly dragging the Gray-robed Old Man down.
On the other side.
Su Qingqian's white clothes fluttered without wind.
The fragrance that had been drifting through the mountain forest suddenly became dense.
"Hmm? So fragrant..."
A guard of Prince Ning, who had been hacking and killing with his saber, twitched his nose slightly as he caught the scent.
The next moment.
The killing intent in his eyes quickly receded, replaced by a kind of daze and a silly grin.
With a clang,
the magical sword in his hand fell to the ground. Like a drunkard, his body went limp, and he almost slumped directly onto the blood-stained mud.
Not just him; the other guards were in similar situations.
Puchi!
How could the White Lotus Sect members miss this opportunity? They unleashed all their killing moves, blood gushed out, and they immediately killed several guards.
The smell of blood mixed with the fragrance, appearing even more eerie.
"Hold your breath! Don't fall for the enchantress's trick!"
Seeing this, the Gray-robed Old Man, who was entangled by the three Protectors, immediately surged his True Qi.
His voice was like a great bell, causing everyone to snap back to their senses.
Seeing their companions' corpses, the guards' faces changed drastically, and they all held their breath.
But that fragrance was peculiar; it actually seeped in through the pores of their bodies, making their limbs feel weak once again.
The three Protectors laughed, their expressions excited and thrilled.
"The Saintess's Mortal World Bliss Barrier is not something you can resist just by holding your breath."
"Old thing, your opponents are us!"
The Warrior Protector gave a cruel laugh, his broadsword carrying the power to split mountains and crack rocks as he slashed fiercely toward the old man's face.
The Gray-robed Old Man's eyes showed anxiety.
Even he was somewhat affected; the blood qi in his body surged, and the circulation of his True Qi became slightly stagnant.
As the White Lotus Saintess, Su Qingqian's methods were indeed unpredictable.
Although Your Highness has a deep Foundation, he is young after all and lacks combat experience.
If she truly got close to him, the consequences would be unthinkable.
"Get lost!"
The old man roared, his palms turning into a sky full of palm shadows as he tried to force a breakthrough.
But the three Protectors also had their own methods. He couldn't escape for the moment and could only watch helplessly as that white figure drifted toward Zhao Ming like a ghost... Zhao Ming had his own marvelous methods for protection. Golden light flowed around his body, sealing his acupoints and keeping the Mortal World Bliss Barrier out.
He could feel that the fragrance was pervasive, constantly eroding his protective True Qi and trying to seep into his Divine Soul.
"Prince Ning, my Mortal World Qi is not a harmful poisonous miasma. Why not give it a try?"
Su Qingqian's voice seemed both far and near, as if whispering in his ear and yet echoing from the horizon.
Just as Zhao Ming was focusing his guard, a white shadow appeared beside him without warning.
Su Qingqian's exquisite face was already inches away.
A slender jade hand reached out, its fingertips glowing with an eerie light, gently tapping toward the center of Zhao Ming's brow.
Once the Lifeless Demon Seed took root in the Divine Soul, the victim would become the most devout believer of the Lifeless Mother.
"Enchantress."
Zhao Ming snorted coldly, shifted his footwork, and narrowly avoided the finger.
At the same time, he threw a backhand punch.
Roar!
The Dragon's roar rose again, and the golden fist print, carrying overbearing True Qi, struck directly at Su Qingqian's abdomen.
With this punch, Zhao Ming showed no mercy; it was a killing move from the start.
The Great Gan was founded on martial arts. The founding Great Ancestor had defeated all under heaven with a Coiling Dragon Staff, and the Cultivation Technique he created was undoubtedly the world's top martial art.
Therefore, Zhao Ming's True Qi was fierce and indestructible. If it landed solidly, even an ordinary Fourth Rank would be injured.
Su Qingqian had deep cultivation, but she did not take it head-on.
Her body seemed to have no bones as she bent backward at an extremely bizarre angle, drifting away with the wind of the punch and dodging Zhao Ming's fist.
"Such fierce fist intent. Does Your Highness not know how to cherish a lady?"
Su Qingqian looked at Zhao Ming and chuckled, covering her mouth.
"Too much nonsense!"
Zhao Ming suddenly exerted force, his body like a wandering Dragon. He threw out a series of punches, the sky full of fist prints enveloping Su Qingqian.
Every punch carried the sound of a Dragon's roar, and every strike contained power enough to shatter great mountains.
With the enhancement of the Imperial Dragon Qi, Zhao Ming's offensive became even more sharp and relentless.
For a time,
even Su Qingqian retreated repeatedly, using her mysterious movement techniques to constantly dodge.
After several moves.
Whoosh!
Amidst the whistling wind, Zhao Ming's fist brushed past Su Qingqian's shoulder.
The wind from the fist tore her sleeve, leaving a red mark on her snowy-white arm.
"In the end, you're just rats in the gutter, only knowing how to dodge."
Golden light shone brilliantly in Zhao Ming's eyes, and the Dragon shadow circling his body became increasingly solid.
"Your Highness is indeed a celestial talent."
Su Qingqian looked at the wound on her arm. Instead of being angry, she revealed a poignant and moving smile.
She sighed softly, and her figure suddenly stopped, no longer dodging.
"It's just, Your Highness, why fight to the death with me?
I didn't come here this time to be your enemy."
Zhao Ming frowned and sneered, "Rats who hide their heads and show their tails, do you even deserve to be my enemies?"
Su Qingqian looked up, a different kind of blush appearing on her holy face.
Her voice became increasingly moving, making those who heard it feel as if hands were lightly scratching their heartstrings.
"Your Highness has great ambitions. Are you willing to remain subordinate to others, willing to watch that mediocre Crown Prince sit on the throne?"