No one was looking at him.
Fan Xian knew this was an illusion. Just like the last time he was outside Shangjing in Northern Qi, on the precipice of Xi Mountain, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching him from the forest behind him. This was probably the stress reaction of a person facing a difficult and hopeless situation and experiencing emotional shock, particularly the natural reaction of an idealist like Fan Xian.
A year ago, when he had sat on the white sailboat to return to Danzhou to visit relatives, he had passed by this great Dong Mountain that seemed to have been cleaved in half by a god's sword. At the time, he had looked at the smooth jade walls of Dong Mountain and had thought self-mockingly that he would not one day have to climb this mountain, right?
Unexpectedly, all of this had become reality.
Addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, there was the firmament above. Had heaven truly been watching him this entire time?
The great Dong Mountain was more dangerous, slippery, and higher than the precipice of Xi Mountain. When Fan Xian reached this place, his body had already begun to tremble. The exhaustion of his internal strength had already begun to affect his body.
Like a bat, he gently stuck to the stone wall. His fingers dug into a rare crack and rested for a moment. Raising his head, he could no longer see the lights at the top of the mountain. Glancing back, he could see the increasingly ink-like seawater and a few military ships floating in the water.
It was the Jiaozhou Navy ships. They were here to protect. Although they would not be of much use against the sudden attack by the rebel army, it was clear that they could sail away from this place and inform the local government.
However, from the development of the situation until now, the navy ships had not moved. Although Fan Xian had never discussed this matter with the Emperor, the two of them knew that the Qin family had also encountered problems.
A corner of the moon came out, but Fan Xian did not move in a panic. He pressed his face against the icy stone wall and felt the threads of cold air. He thought of a problem. If the Qin family was also counted … all of this was the gathering of all the power in the world to participate in the Dong Mountain operation. No wonder the Emperor had not expected it.
One person could make all the enemies in the world put aside their temporary differences and closely unite. What kind of realm was this? This was the realm of the Qing Emperor.
Although Northern Qi had not acted, it was clear that the Eldest Princess and Shang Shanhu had secretly made arrangements for Yan Xiaoyi's 5,000 trusted soldiers to come to the foot of Dong Mountain. Fan Xian rubbed his face against the cold stone. Would Haitang know about such an important matter?
Immediately, he breathed gently a few times. In reality, this dangerous situation, no matter how he looked at it, was created by Chen Pingping, the old cripple, using many years of time. He had also participated a few times. Whether it was the Eldest Princess, the Qin Family, or the Ye Family, they were all driven to the opposite side of the Emperor by him and the old cripple with great care.
If Chen Pingping knew that things would develop in this way, would he feel that things in the world were really wonderful, just like how he felt when he was on the cliff?
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The wind on the cliff was very strong. The suction force between his hand and the smooth stone surface was very strong. The Tyrannical zhenqi in his body gently opened and closed along his thick meridians to prevent his internal energy from running out. The gentle and natural aura of Tianyi Dao was slowly repairing the instability in his meridians.
He swallowed and used the faint moonlight to look at the perfectly straight lines of the rock above his head. He couldn't help but feel some lingering fear. If he couldn't stick to the stone wall and fell like this into the sea full of reefs and dangerous waves, he would probably be smashed to pieces.
The wind on this cliff facing the sea was too strong. It poured in through his four limbs and was icy cold. He was not Wu Zhu. He didn't have the miraculous martial method to descend from the sky, so he stuck closer to the wall.
"How did the Emperor know Uncle Wu Zhu was on Dong Mountain?" A question that he had never had a chance to ask rose in Fan Xian's mind. It looked like the Emperor probably had some secret connection to the Temple. However, the Great Priest's strange death last year … these things were a bit hard to explain.
The clouds once again covered the moon. Fan Xian began to move down the cliff again. He didn't know how long he had been sliding. He got closer and closer to the basin of ink-like seawater. He also became more and more cautious. He raised his martial power to its peak, ready to welcome unknown danger at any moment.
The closer he was to the sea, the easier it was for the rebel soldiers on the navy ships to discover him. The closer he was to the sea, the closer he was to the little boat on the sea.
The rebel soldiers on the navy ships might not be able to clearly see the little dot slowly crawling on the cliff in the darkness, but Ye Liuyun might be able to discover him.
His palms pressed tightly against the smooth cliff. Suddenly, his pupils constricted. He felt a sharp killing intent behind him.
Who could have such eyesight to discover him?
Fan Xian had no time to think. Unconsciously, he forcefully severed the zhenqi flowing through his body. The connection between his palms and the stone wall suddenly lost its effectiveness. His entire body slid down.
Thud! A black and faint arrow struck where he had been hiding. The metal tip pierced deeply into the stone wall of Dong Mountain and sent out dozens of pieces of rock.
If Fan Xian's reaction had been slightly slower, he would have been nailed to the stone wall by this arrow. And at this moment, he was still in danger. His entire body smoothly swept down the stone wall at high speed.
Fan Xian gave a muffled grunt. The zhenqi flow that had just been severed was forcefully pushed to the limit again. His palms gently slapped against the stone wall and barely managed to stabilize his body.
Whoosh! The second black arrow shot ruthlessly into the stone wall under his feet. It was only half an inch away from his heel.
The situation was extremely dangerous. The person who had fired the arrow had clearly planned ahead and calculated the speed of Fan Xian's fall. If Fan Xian had planned to naturally fall and avoid the sudden attack of the arrow, it would have been difficult for him to escape.
Cold sweat poured down Fan Xian's back. With a shake of his right palm, half of his body left the wall and drew a semicircle in the air before sticking back to the stone wall. However, now that he was facing the ocean, he had no time to think. Purely unconsciously, he slid down the stone wall by three feet. Immediately after, his right palm slapped down again. His body bent strangely and twisted downwards.
From a ship on the ocean, a dozen black arrows shot toward him coldly and mercilessly. They brushed past his body, pierced through his clothes, and stabbed ruthlessly into the stone wall.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Fan Xian stubbornly and dangerously dodged on the stone wall. Purely relying on the never-ending training in his 20 years of rebirth and the foundation Wu Zhu had laid down as a child, he unconsciously dodged these unpredictable arrows.
The situation was very dangerous. The black arrows came in a continuous stream and didn't give him any time to react. Furthermore, they seemed to have calculated his next landing spot clearly, forcing him to the point where he could fall off the cliff at any moment.
Strangely, each time it seemed that Fan Xian would be hit by the black arrows, he would make a prediction. The zhenqi in his body circulated vigorously through two circulations, replenishing the zhenqi he had lost. It allowed him to barely ensure that one of his two palms would always stay on the stone wall.
Each time it looked like he was about to fall, the palm stuck to the stone wall would pull him, twisting his body as he bounced up and down. It was as if he would never be able to escape the pull of the stone wall.
He was like a wooden puppet made of black material. His four limbs were pulled by the mysterious power in the stone wall of Dong Mountain as he performed a stiff and comical dance on the cliff.
The black arrows that followed closely behind his body valiantly brushed past his body and shot into the stone wall. They formed a few messy lines on the stone wall. The front of the lines chased after him with a strong murderous aura. At any moment, they could pin this wooden puppet to death and shoot through his heart.
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Because the navy ships were worried about the hidden reefs at the foot of Dong Mountain, they didn't get too close. To be able to shoot an arrow into the stone wall from so far away, there was only one person in the world. Only that person could discover Fan Xian hiding on the stone wall in such a dark night.
The Qing army's Northern Governor, Yan Xiaoyi.
After an indeterminable amount of time, the black arrows on the ocean surface stopped. There was no trace of Fan Xian on the cliff. The bottom of the cliff returned to silence. There was only the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Fan Xian had finally successfully dodged the chain of arrows and landed on the rocks.
Stab! The last black arrow also seemed to have missed. It stabbed ruthlessly into the stone wall, sinking more than an inch into the stone. The tail of the arrow trembled endlessly and made a buzzing sound.
There were a few strands of black cloth on the shaft.
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The sound of the waves on the rocks shook the sky. Fan Xian half-knelt on the slippery rocks and began to cough uncontrollably. Fortunately, the navy ships were too far away. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks was too loud. It covered up his series of coughs. In the dark night, he did not reveal his figure.
His face was pale. Climbing down this kind of precipice where humans couldn't walk, and then avoiding Yan Xiaoyi's marvelous chain of fatal arrows, he had already used up too much of his zhenqi and spirit. The last part of the puppet dance on the cliff seemed to have been easily dodged, but it was already a display of his highest realm. Every second, every moment, his nerves were tense. He had dodged the impossible. The speed at which the zhenqi in his body changed was too fast and the frequency was too high. Even with the powerful width of his meridians, he still could not withstand it.
When the zhenqi reversed, it injured a meridian below his diaphragm. It made him cough and feel a tearing pain in his chest.
Compared to this, he did not care too much about the wretched wound on his right shoulder. Although the wound had been twisted by the sharp arrow until the flesh had split open and blood flowed freely, even the black Overwatch Council official's robe had been torn and mixed into the wound. It was very painful, but it had not injured any vital parts.
It was nighttime, which was disadvantageous to Yan Xiaoyi. However, Fan Xian was on the precipice and was at an even greater disadvantage. Thus, this attack and escape were not fair. No matter how valiant Fan Xian was, in the end, he had not dodged the last arrow.
However, how many people could keep their lives from Yan Xiaoyi's chain of arrows under such dangerous conditions?
Fan Xian lowered his body very low. The seawater soaked through his clothes, making the black clothes soak with water. It blended perfectly with the reef that was often submerged in the seawater.
Fan Xian was not worried about whether or not Yan Xiaoyi's arrow had been coated with poison. For one, he knew that Yan Xiaoyi was proud and arrogant and had always disdained the use of poison. For another, he took out a pill from his clothes and chewed it, mixing it with his saliva and swallowed it. In terms of using poison, not many people were better than him.
The situation on the shoreline was still tense. The ship could not get close to the precipice. Presumably, the eagle-like eyes on the ship were staring at all the movements below the precipice. They had to kill Fan Xian before he came ashore.
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and observed his surroundings. The moon in the sky was not bright, but the waves were growing larger and larger. On one hand, it protected him. On the other, it made it difficult for him to find a safe path. If he were to use his lightness kungfu to fly from the reef, it would be giving Yan Xiaoyi another opportunity to kill him.
Fan Xian did not like the feeling of being targeted by an arrow and unable to retaliate, particularly being targeted by Yan Xiaoyi's arrow.
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Suddenly, a warning flashed in his mind. With a muffled groan, his right palm slapped the reef beside him. Tyrannical true energy surged out violently, and an extremely violent force smashed a corner of the reef below him. His body also followed the strong reaction force, drawing a slanted arc, and using the fastest speed possible, he fell into the sea!
The moment the splash appeared, it was immediately swallowed up by the growing waves. The white spray at the bottom of the precipice seemed to be incomparably angry that someone dared to underestimate its power and throw himself into the sea full of submerged reefs.
This time, Fan Xian revealed his tracks. Although he had sunk into the sea, he could not escape the pursuit of the eagle-like eyes. However, he had to jump into the sea. He had to use the fastest speed and most decisive stance to leave the reef that temporarily protected his safety. Even if the sea was angry, he still had to throw himself into it.
He would rather face the angry sea and be targeted to death by Yan Xiaoyi's arrow in the sea than stand on the reef and face the trembling in his heart.
A line swept over from the sea.
It was a white line.
The waves were so large, but the white line seemed to have a power beyond the world. It was not disturbed by the spray. On the contrary, it quietly and clearly drew toward the bottom of the precipice of Dong Mountain. It was like a god's hand holding a magical pen and drawing a line in the angry ink-like ocean water.
The white line was actually a wave that had broken through the water. An ancient sword was swiftly sweeping two feet above the line.
The moment Fan Xian flipped his body away from the reef, the white line was about to touch the reef. The ancient sword and his body met in a flash and then separated. No one knew if they had touched or not.
The reef was thrown into chaos. Before the power of the sword arrived, the sword intent seeped out and easily split open the wet black reef where Fan Xian had landed earlier.
In front of this sword, the reef was like black tofu.
Then, the sword swept through the waves and air and pierced into the smooth stone wall of Dong Mountain. The stone wall was very hard, but the body of the sword had completely pierced in. Only the hilt was left like a small dot.
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