The wind and rain grew stronger. When rain fell on the ground, it let out splashing sounds. There seemed to be some sort of rhythm to it, causing those who listened to it for a prolonged period of time would naturally feel as if they were about to fall asleep.
Regardless of whether it was the roof or the wooden shed where Su Ming was, there were different sounds of rain. Once they fused together, they seemed to turn into the sounds of nature. However, if a cultivator listened to it with their heart, they would not be able to tell that it was different. Only a mortal's heart would be able to hear the pleasant sounds of nature in the middle of the night, when he was half-asleep.
However, in the rainy night, there were always sounds that tried to break the rhythm of the rain. When Su Ming was half-asleep, they came from the house.
"Boy outside, I don't have a good memory. Remember, tomorrow, go to the blacksmith at the west end of the village and bring back two dogs for us. Otherwise, if some thief steals our axes in the middle of the night, we'll be in big trouble."
The old man's voice came from the house. It seeped through the rain and landed in Su Ming's ears. He did not speak, but at that moment, a brilliant light shone in his eyes.
He could vaguely sense a sense of danger. He could also vaguely hear the sound of the rain falling … not on the ground, nor on the roof of the house. It sounded like … the sound of the rain falling into the air, as if it had struck some invisible barrier.
"Someone's here." The brilliant light in Su Ming's eyes faded away slightly, but killing intent shone in the depths of his eyes. The person who came to this place was clearly not here to cause trouble for the old man. After all, the old man's location should not be a secret place no one knew about.
That was why unless they were just passing by … they would definitely be searching for Su Ming.
'Nine Dao Voices. If I don't die, I will definitely become a Great Dao Paragon. Perhaps the first two sentences of this sentence will come true today.' Su Ming's expression was calm. From the moment he let out the voice of his Life Matrix and the ninth Dao Spirit Voice, he knew that there were definitely … quite a number of cultivators who wanted to kill him in Ancient Zang, especially in One Dao Sect and Asura Clan.
'One Dao Sect, Asura Clan … The cultivators of Asura Clan still have some morals. As for One Dao Sect … If I become a Great Dao Paragon one day, I will definitely kill One Dao Sect and dye their sect with blood!' The killing intent in Su Ming's eyes had already turned blood-red.
At that moment, a bolt of lightning sliced through the sky. Its light instantly illuminated the ground, revealing a thin of a person floating in midair. It also revealed a rather plump cultivator who had been sitting on the roof at some unknown point in time!
The moment their figures appeared in the lightning, a shocking thunder rumbled and shook the heavens and the earth.
"Third prince, I 'of course., and I've been." The emaciated Cultivator hovered in mid-air above the courtyard, smiling. He wore a Daoist robe, and as he floated there in the rain, he seemed to be able to cover the entire sky. As he hovered there in mid-air, not a single drop of rain fell from the courtyard.
The thin cultivator floating in midair smiled faintly. He was dressed in a Daoist robe, and when he stood in midair, not a single drop of rain fell on the ground in the courtyard.
Su Ming felt as if he was facing the great sect elders of Seven Moons Sect. They were clearly Dao Paragons!
Those who reached the seventh level of Dao Divinity Realm had already changed from Dao Spirit Realm to Dao Paragons. With just one more step, they could become Great Dao Paragons who were the center of attention. However, the difficulty of taking that step was incredibly great … Since ancient times, there had been less than thirty people who had managed to do it in Ancient Zang.
"Those who sound nine Dao Spirit Voices are bound to become Great Dao Paragons. It's a pity … that if you weren't the third prince, all the sects and clans would treat you as a treasure. It's a pity … that you won't have the chance to become a Great Dao Paragon in your life." The thin cultivator sighed softly. When he was in midair, he lifted his right hand and pushed his palm in Su Ming's direction.
At the instant he pushed his right hand forward, a pentagonal Rune formed by black smoke appeared above Su Ming. It pushed down swiftly, and thick black smoke immediately appeared in the pentagonal Rune. It looked as if it had turned into a huge hand that seized Su Ming.
That grab might have seemed normal, but in truth, it had already sealed off all the regions around Su Ming, making it seem as if the entire world had been imprisoned!
Su Ming's expression remained as calm as ever. He formed a seal with his hands and swung his arm at the incoming pentagonal Rune. Booming sounds rose up like thunder. A hint of derision appeared at the corners of the thin cultivator's lips, but right when he did so, his pupils suddenly shrank.
At that moment, Su Ming took a step forward from the air behind the thin cultivator. With lightning speed, he lifted his right hand, and the wills of the four Great True Worlds as well as his power in Dao Spirit Realm fused together to form one finger!
That finger was breathtaking and peerless. At the instant the thin cultivator's expression changed and he turned around to swing his arm, his finger crashed into the thin cultivator!
Booming sounds echoed in the air again. Blood trickled out of the corners of Su Ming's mouth, and he swiftly retreated. As for the thin cultivator, he took a step forward, intending to chase after him, but Su Ming disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already standing in the courtyard.
The thin cultivator in midair lowered his head and cast a glance at his left hand. There was a bloody hole on his left hand, and blood flowed out of it. There was also a presence that even he found difficult to deal with. It was spreading through his flesh and blood, wanting to spread through his entire body.
"With your power in Dao Spirit Realm, you might have borrowed the Rune you laid in this place, but you can still be proud of yourself for being able to injure me." The thin cultivator's expression was dark. He was not bothered by this sort of injury. It might be a little strange, but he was confident that he could get rid of it. However, being injured in front of a fellow Daoist from the same sect made him angry.
It was just as the thin cultivator had said. With Su Ming's cautiousness, he had set up quite a number of Runes and killing moves in the courtyard he stayed in over the past few months. Once someone stepped into the courtyard, with just one thought, Su Ming could make those Runes and killing moves activate.
At that moment, Su Ming stood in the courtyard. His face might have been pale, but when he lifted his head to look at the thin cultivator, fighting spirit appeared in his eyes. He swung his right hand slightly to the side, and immediately, the rain in the courtyard turned into white smoke. Under that white smoke, the sand on the ground in the courtyard started trembling.
"If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, then get lost. Why are you being so noisy?!" When Su Ming said those words coldly, the white smoke formed by the rain in the courtyard tumbled about and rose into the air. In an instant, it formed a circular Rune in midair. The moment it appeared, it started rotating rapidly. As booming sounds reverberated in the air, Su Ming seized the air in the direction of the ground with his right hand. Immediately, an endless amount of sand on the ground flew up. When Su Ming lifted his hand, each grain of sand contained the Brands he had left behind over the past few months, and they instantly charged into the sky.
"As expected, you're still too weak," the thin cultivator said flatly. Said the gaunt Cultivator coolly. His expression was calm, but from the constriction of his pupils, it was obvious how shocked he was.
However, perhaps because he felt that his level of cultivation was higher, he could not lose his reputation no matter what, especially when there were other people watching. That was why he had to maintain an indifferent expression on his face. As for how wary he was in his heart, only he knew.
As he spoke, the thin cultivator lifted his right hand, formed a seal, and pushed at the ground. Booming sounds immediately reverberated in the air. A crack seemed to have been torn in the sky above him. A ray of golden light descended and turned into a huge golden seal that charged towards the ground.
When the golden seal pressed down, the white fog around the thin cultivator crumbled with a bang. The seal pressed down again, and the sand was destroyed, but at that moment, another killing intent appeared in Su Ming's eyes.
When he lifted his right hand, the Reversed Spirit Pearl shone. A vast amount of power spread out from it, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the thin cultivator's body, causing his expression to change, but he soon regained his composure. He let out a cold harrumph and took a step forward, but just as he was about to attack, the Reversed Spirit Pearl shone again. This time, a powerful rebound shot up with a bang, forcing the thin cultivator to take a few steps back. His pupils shrank, and when he cast a scrutinizing glance at the Reversed Spirit Pearl, his expression suddenly changed again.
"This is … the Phala of Dao Verification!"
Almost at the instant the thin cultivator said those words, the eyes of the plump cultivator who had been watching the battle with a smile on his face suddenly focused. Even with his level of cultivation, he could not help but have a hint of greed appear in his eyes. Without another word, he took a step forward and charged towards Su Ming.
Only then did the thin old man let out a sigh of relief in his heart. He had intentionally said those words because Su Ming had given him quite a lot of pressure, but due to his dignity, he had to remain calm. That was why once he recognized the pearl, he immediately pointed it out so that the other person would attack as well and break out of the situation that had been giving him a headache.
Su Ming could still fight against a Dao Paragon with the Runes and methods he had set up in the place, along with the Reversed Spirit Pearl which had extraordinary power. However … if two Dao Paragons attacked at the same time, it would be difficult for Su Ming to fight back.
When the situation was about to turn into a hopeless situation, a dry cough suddenly came from the house.
"Look, I told you to go to the west of the village and bring back two dogs to guard the house. How about it? I was right, wasn't I? There's indeed a thief who wants to steal our axe!
"That's the most important thing in our house right now. Y-y-you … Why aren't you picking up the axe? If someone steals it, I'll fight you to the death!"
When the voice spoke, the two Dao Paragons were stunned. Clearly, they did not expect that there would be a mortal hiding in the house during the battle of Arts. How dare he speak in such a manner and call them thieves?
A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, as if he had come to understand something. He lifted his right hand and seized the air in the direction of the axe, which was not too far away. The axe immediately flew into his hand.
At the instant Su Ming held the axe, he lifted his head to look at the two people coming towards him, and his heart suddenly trembled.
He could vaguely see that they were not cultivators … but two pieces of firewood!
Thank you, fellow Daoist Ye Guyu, for your silver monthly ticket! I only saw it this morning, and I also saw how hot-blooded everyone was. Today, during the battle of the fourth night watch, I hope that my sword will be first place!
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