132: Chapter 132 One Sword, One Million: The Terrifying Damage of the Kidney-Deficient Scholar

Qin Ji sat upon the dragon throne that symbolized supreme imperial power, his purple-gold pupils reflecting the scene of utter extravagance within the great hall.

Nine stunning beauties from the Western Regions were swaying their waists to the sound of decadent music, their thin veils fluttering as an exotic fragrance filled the air.

Behind them, countless rare treasures were piled up like mountains.

The god-beating whip radiated an ancient pressure, the Immortal-Slaying Sword revealed a biting cold light, the Sea-Stabilizing Needle shimmered with golden light, and the Eastern Emperor Bell carried a long-lasting ancient charm...

Each one was a Divine Artifact capable of causing the Divine Realm to tremble.

"Human greed is nothing more than wealth, power, and lust."

In the Void Realm, that soft and bone-melting voice sounded once again, carrying a sense of lofty certainty, "Now that these three things are placed before you, I do not believe there is truly a Saint in this world who can resist such temptation. As long as your heart wavers for even an instant, this Moonlit Zither Realm will become your eternal Burial Ground."

Qiu Shui Ru had absolute confidence in her illusion.

She was waiting, waiting for a trace of greed to appear in the man's eyes; even if it were only for a fleeting moment, her zither music could instantly erode his mind and refine him into a Puppet within her zither.

However.

Qin Ji slowly stood up from the dragon throne, his right hand reaching out without warning.

"Crack—"

A bone-cracking sound that set one's teeth on edge exploded abruptly within the great hall.

The stunning dancer who had danced before him and was about to nestle into his arms had her slender neck snapped by Qin Ji with a single hand.

There was no tragic beauty of a fading flower; the dancer's body did not bleed at the moment of death, but instead shattered like broken porcelain into a sky full of spiritual light.

"Not interested in women?"

The voice in the Void Realm carried a hint of surprise.

After all, judging by Qin Ji's previous words and actions, he looked like a reckless madman who feared nothing.

"Since you do not love beauty, then you must love the empire."

As the voice fell, the civil and military officials below the great hall kowtowed in unison, the shouts of 'Long live' were deafening, and the mountain of Divine Artifacts shone even brighter, seemingly within reach.

"Noisy."

Qin Ji remained expressionless, his longbow suddenly drawn to its full extent.

This time, it was not a normal flat shot.

"Five-Star Conjunction."

Five feathered arrows were nocked onto the bowstring simultaneously, thunder leaping madly at the arrowheads.

"Snap—!"

The bowstring vibrated, and the five streams of light were not shot at anyone, but directly blasted toward the mouth-watering pile of Divine Artifacts in the center of the hall.

"Boom—!!"

Amidst the violent explosion, the so-called god-beating whip and Immortal-Slaying Sword fell apart like paper toys the moment they made contact with the arrows carrying true damage.

Fragments flew everywhere, shredding the affected "civil and military officials" into patches of black mist.

Qin Ji stood amidst the wreckage, a cold arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Fake is ultimately fake. Even if it were a real Divine Artifact, as long as it lacks a data bar, it is just a pile of scrap metal in my eyes."

Qiu Shui Ru's voice finally turned icy, and the originally soothing background zither music suddenly became rapid, like the sound of metal weapons and galloping horses crushing mountains and rivers.

"Even if you have seen through wealth, power, and lust, so what? As long as I do not withdraw the illusion, you are still just a beast trapped in a cage! No matter how strong your attacks are, if you cannot hit me, it is all in vain!"

She did not care that the illusion was destroyed.

As long as Qin Ji could not find the eye of the formation or her true body, this endless illusion could wear him to death.

"Cannot hit you?"

Qin Ji tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of palace shadows, locking onto a certain point in the Void Realm.

He possessed the 【Eye of Spotlessness】; all falsehoods in the world were nothing but clumsy mosaics in his eyes.

From the very beginning, he had seen that figure hiding on the rafters playing the zither.

The reason he played along was merely to test the strength of this illusion.

"Whoosh!"

Qin Ji raised his hand and fired an arrow.

The direction of this arrow was extremely bizarre, flying toward a blind spot in the dome of the great hall.

"Heh, is he panicking and shooting blindly?"

Qiu Shui Ru sneered in her heart.

That arrow was absurdly off-target, at least ten zhang away from her true body.

But in the next second, the mockery on her face froze.

The feathered arrow that had originally been flying in a straight line suddenly traced a perfect arc in mid-air, as if it were a cruise missile equipped with thermal imaging guidance, making a sharp ninety-degree turn and heading straight for her face!

Guaranteed hit attribute!

"What?!"

Qiu Shui Ru exclaimed, her Protective Aura instantly erupting.

"Puff—"

The feathered arrow pierced through her Protective Aura without any resistance, accurately pinning into her left shoulder.

-400,010 (True Damage)!

A scarlet damage number emerged from the Void Realm.

As this arrow hit, the surrounding magnificent great hall collapsed with a roar like a shattered mirror.

The golden Dragon, officials, and Divine Artifacts all turned into black smoke and dissipated.

The view returned to dimness.

Qin Ji was still standing in the center of the dead, silent ancient town street, while on the roof of a pavilion not far away, Qiu Shui Ru clutched her blood-dripping shoulder, staring at him with a face full of disbelief.

"How about it? Surprised? Unexpected?"

Qin Ji blew on the non-existent gunpowder smoke on his bowstring, his gaze playful, "It seems your illusion is even more fragile than your defense."

"You broke my Moonlit Zither Realm? How is this possible?!"

Qiu Shui Ru bit her silver teeth tightly; in those beautiful eyes, apart from shock, there was more of an annoyance at being humiliated, "Tiny human, how dare you hurt my Dharma body! Since the illusion is useless against you, then let me show you the true methods of the Demon Zither Ghost Woman!"

Before the words fell, she suddenly sat cross-legged and began to frantically pluck the strings with her ten fingers.

"Zheng zheng zheng—!!"

The zither music was no longer intangible, but transformed into tangible sound waves.

The air was compressed and distorted, finally condensing into phantom images of blood-colored Dragons and tigers that were galloping and roaring, rushing toward Qin Ji with an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if to crush everything.

Each sonic beast contained terrifying damage sufficient to instantly kill an ordinary level 50 tank.

Qin Ji's eyes narrowed, and he advanced instead of retreating.

"Comparing firepower coverage? You chose the wrong person."

His body sank slightly, and the longbow in his hand instantly turned into an afterimage.

Five arrows fired simultaneously!

Multi-Shot - Overclock Mode!

At this moment, Qin Ji's hand speed exploded to the limit, a hundred arrows per second!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The dense sound of breaking air merged into a piercing shriek.

Hundreds of pitch-black feathered arrows wove into a death net in the air, colliding fiercely with the galloping sonic Dragon and tiger phantoms.

"Boom boom boom boom—!!"

The ancient buildings on both sides of the street exploded one after another in the aftermath of the collision of the two forces, with wood chips and gravel flying everywhere.

Qiu Shui Ru's originally ferocious expression instantly became extremely ugly.

Her sonic offensive had actually been completely suppressed!

That man's arrows were too fast, too dense, and too heavy!

Every feathered arrow was wrapped in despair-inducing true damage, not only shattering her sonic Dragon and tigers, but also having fish that slipped through the net constantly pierce her defense, causing flowers of blood to explode on her body.

Her fingers playing the zither began to tremble, and the high-intensity mana output caused an abnormal flush to appear on her face; fine sweat beads soaked her thin veil, outlining a breathtaking figure.

"Damn it... what kind of monster is this?!"

Qiu Shui Ru was terrified to the extreme.

As the BOSS guarding the ancient town, she had never been this disheveled, even when facing those so-called top-ranked players.

Qin Ji frowned slightly.

"Still too slow."

This scraping-like damage rate made him lose patience.

With a thought, his passive skill was triggered.

【Heavenly Fire Meteor】!

The originally pitch-black night sky suddenly turned crimson.

"What is that..."

Qiu Shui Ru instinctively looked up, her pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks.

She saw hundreds of meteorites burning with raging flames, dragging long tails of fire, descending from the sky like a doomsday judgment, indiscriminately covering the entire ancient town!

"Boom boom boom—!!"

Fire burning the city!

Qiu Shui Ru was already struggling under the rain of arrows, and at this moment, she was completely defeated by this sudden natural disaster.

A meteorite exploded beside her, and the terrifying shockwave threw her out, slamming her heavily onto the bluestone slabs of the street.

"Stop!! I can't take it anymore!!"

Qiu Shui Ru was disheveled, her green veil burned to a charred black, no longer having any of her previous arrogant and charming demeanor; she screamed for mercy, "What kind of monster are you? How can you be so fierce?!!"

Qin Ji slowly lowered his longbow, stepping on the scorching scorched earth, and walked to her step by step.

"I have something even fiercer; do you want to try it?"

He looked down at this disheveled female BOSS, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Qiu Shui Ru trembled all over, instinctively shrinking back, "Enough... I don't want to fight you anymore. What is your purpose in coming here? If it is for the former residence of the Drought Demon, I can show you the way, as long as you let me go!"

Qin Ji scanned his surroundings, finally landing on the antique zither in her arms.

Although she had been blown away, the zither remained unscathed, clearly not an ordinary item.

"No need for directions; I have a mouth and can ask."

Qin Ji reached out, his tone matter-of-fact, "I think this zither of yours is not bad; hand it over to me, and I might consider leaving your corpse intact."

"In your dreams!!"

Qiu Shui Ru was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, tightly protecting the zither, "This is my Lifebound Treasure; the zither exists, and I exist! If you dare to snatch it, I will drag you down with me even if I have to self-destruct!"

"Oh?"

Qin Ji raised an eyebrow, "Then go ahead and self-destruct for me to see. It just so happens that it will save me the trouble of doing it myself."

As he spoke, he raised his longbow again, the arrowhead pointing directly at the center of Qiu Shui Ru's forehead.

Qiu Shui Ru gritted her silver teeth, her eyes full of despair and resentment, "You... you robber! This is the God-Forbidden Land; if you kill people and seize treasures here, you will definitely be punished by the rules!"

"Punishment?"

Qin Ji acted as if he had heard a joke, "Are you human? You are nothing but a pile of data."

Just as Qin Ji was preparing to pull the bowstring to completely end this BOSS.

A refined and gentle, yet bone-chilling voice suddenly came from the end of the street.

"This brother, she has already said it. You cannot kill people here."

Qin Ji's movements paused, and he turned to look.

He saw that against the backdrop of the sky full of fire and ruins, a Young Scholar wearing a white Confucian robe was walking over slowly.

He held a folding fan, his face as pale as paper, his eye sockets deeply sunken, his footsteps unsteady; he looked like a sickly person who had indulged too much and suffered from severe kidney deficiency.

But with every step he took, the surrounding raging fire automatically extinguished a little.

Qin Ji narrowed his eyes slightly.

He cast a reconnaissance skill, but it was all question marks.

"I want to kill her; do you have an objection?"

Qin Ji's mouth curled into an arrogant arc.

If it were before, facing such an NPC whose depth he could not see, he might have been three parts cautious.

But now, he possessed abnormal data and the confidence of infinite resurrection; keeping a low profile? That was an excuse for the weak.

"Young man, do you know that a tree that is too tall invites the wind, and a person who is too arrogant invites disaster."

The Young Scholar walked to a stop ten steps away from Qin Ji, his tone flat but carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, "Forgive where you can; since this zither is her Lifebound Treasure, why must you seize it by force?"

"Since you said I am young, don't you know that the young are reckless?"

Qin Ji sneered, "There is nothing I have set my eyes on that I could not get. If you want to play the hero saving the beauty, you had better weigh your own worth first."

The Young Scholar heard this, sighed softly, and closed the folding fan in his hand.

"I was once very arrogant, too, until one day, I came here."

He lifted his eyelids, and in those seemingly turbid eyes, a heaven-shaking Sword Intent suddenly erupted, "Since we cannot talk it through, then I will fight you until you understand. After I beat you down a few more times, you will naturally learn what humility is."

The moment the words fell.

There was no earth-shattering Aura eruption; the Young Scholar just casually formed a sword finger.

"Clang—"

A silver Flying Sword only the size of a palm flew out from his sleeve without warning.

Fast!

Fast to the extreme!

Qin Ji only felt a flash of silver light before his eyes, and the Flying Sword had already reached three inches from his forehead.

So fast!

Qin Ji's pupils shrank sharply, his body instinctively leaning backward, attempting to avoid this fatal blow.

But this Flying Sword seemed to possess intelligence, drawing a bizarre acute angle refraction in the air, chasing Qin Ji's forehead relentlessly.

No way to avoid it!

Qin Ji simply stopped dodging; he also wanted to see if the attack power of this kidney-deficient Young Scholar could break his defense.

"Puff!"

The Flying Sword instantly pierced through Qin Ji's chest, bringing out a mist of blood.

Immediately after, a terrifyingly high damage number slowly floated up from above Qin Ji's head.

-999,999!!

One sword.

Nearly one million damage!!

Even though Qin Ji was mentally prepared, he could not help but feel his heart jump when he saw this number.

Is this even human?

At the current stage, even a tank with full health stats only has a few tens of thousands of HP.

This one sword strike is enough to skewer a full hundred-man party like candied haws and kill them ten times over!!

Is this the gold content of a hidden BOSS in the God-Forbidden Land?

"Eh?"

The Young Scholar saw that Qin Ji had not fallen after being struck by one sword, and a hint of surprise finally appeared on his pale face, "Not dying after taking one of my swords? It seems your Physique is somewhat special."

"Special?"

Qin Ji looked down at the blood hole in his chest that was healing, the smile at the corner of his mouth becoming even more ferocious, "The more special things are yet to come!"

He advanced instead of retreating, and the longbow in his hand erupted with a thunderous roar again.

Five arrows fired simultaneously!

Since you can one-shot people, I will lifesteal it back!

As long as he is not killed in one hit, he, with his high lifesteal attribute, is an immortal body!!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

A hundred feathered arrows shot toward the Young Scholar like a violent storm.

The Young Scholar's expression remained normal, his hand changing the sword formula.

"Rise."

In an instant, nine Flying Swords appeared out of thin air, rotating at high speed around his body, forming an impenetrable blade storm.

All feathered arrows approaching him were ground into powder the moment they touched the blade storm.

At the same time, the Young Scholar again pointed his fingers like a sword, pointing from afar at Qin Ji.

"Go."

That Flying Sword which had just pierced through his chest traced a perfect arc in the air, bringing a harsh sonic boom, and attacked toward the back of Qin Ji's head again.

At this moment, the sunset sank completely below the horizon.

Above the dim ruins of the ancient town, Qin Ji stepped on the scorched earth, with the life-taking Flying Sword whistling toward him from behind, and the impenetrable blade storm in front.

He did not look back, but suddenly pulled open the bowstring; at that moment, the thunder light surging around him illuminated him like a blood-bathed God of War, his purple-gold pupils locking tightly onto the Young Scholar's pale face, with no fear in his eyes, only the madness and excitement of being about to hunt a strong enemy.