The snowstorm gradually slowed and the snowy plains fell silent. But not long after, the ground began to tremble and the accumulated snow began to loosen. Countless demon armies galloped past in pursuit of the south. The shadow in the sky slowly returned to Xuelao City. At some point, Black Robe had returned to the scene. Several Demon Generals silently stood behind him. The scene once more returned to silence. For a very long time, not a single sound could be heard. These important figures of the Demon race seemed to have no idea what to say. Who could have imagined that the strongest expert of the southern continent was actually this sort of person?
"When a true expert suddenly becomes shameless, it truly is very troublesome."
Black Robe's voice was still emotionless. Occasionally, a cold wind would sweep past, lifting up a corner of his hood and revealing a slightly green chin. The Demon Generals deeply believed this. For someone as strong as Su Li to use such a low-class trick at a time like this was truly beyond their expectations. Was this probably the principle of the most despicable being invincible?
Black Robe gazed at the footprints Su Li had left in the snow and was quiet for a very long time. Then she indifferently continued, "His injuries are already very heavy. Although he succeeded in deceiving His Majesty's eyes, that final strike must have exhausted all of his blood. There's no reason for him to continue."
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It was impossible for a single strike to truly travel ten thousand li, but to be able to slash out a path of the sword through the layers of arrays constructed by the demon experts to travel several hundred li, one could imagine just how powerful that strike was. Just as Black Robe had asserted, even someone as strong as Su Li would have to pay an enormous price to wield that sword.
Six hundred li southwest of Xuelao City was a snowy mountain range. The cold weather did not freeze all the scenery, and white steam rose from the mountain range. As it turned out, there were many hot springs in the mountain range. Beside one of the hot springs, a snowstorm suddenly blew. As the snowflakes slowly drifted down, the figures of Su Li and Chen Changsheng gradually appeared.
Su Li had already returned his sword to the Yellow Paper Umbrella. His right hand lightly brushed away the snowflakes in front of him. His bearing seemed extremely tranquil and casual. In comparison, Chen Changsheng was in a much more sorry state. His hand still tightly gripped the front section of the Yellow Paper Umbrella. Sitting in the snow, he looked like a little beggar begging for food.
"Demons clearly have pretty good intelligence, but for some reason, they always act very stupid. Those Demon Generals will definitely lead their people south in pursuit." Su Li turned his head to look at the path he had come from. His sharp gaze that was like a sword ray pierced through the layers of wind and snow, landing somewhere unknown. The corner of his lips perked up, revealing an expression of ridicule.
He didn't say this to Chen Chang Sheng, but to himself, or to comfort himself. But Chen Chang Sheng didn't know. He climbed up from the snow with some difficulty and said, "Senior, this is still the demon realm after all. We should leave as soon as possible."
At this moment, Su Li seemed to notice the existence of the youth. He glanced at him, but did not say anything, nor was he in a hurry to leave. Instead, he walked towards the hot spring at the side.
Chen Changsheng's hand loosened the Yellow Paper Umbrella. Seeing him walk into the hot spring, he did not know what was going on.
Suddenly, a series of sounds rang out around the hot spring. Some of the sounds were very shrill, as if sharp swords were slicing through space. Some of the sounds were very loud, as if a hammer was striking a rock. Some of the sounds were very muffled, as if someone was speaking in the depths of the hot spring.
Along with these sounds, countless powerful Qis floated out from Su Li's body. They were the sword intent of the Demon General's metal sword, the wind and thunder intent of the metal rod, and the gloomy and gloomy intent of Black Robe. The rocks around the hot spring were frozen until they became brittle, and then began to crack.
The snowy mountain range was filled with the cries of swords and the roar of thunder! Even the surface of the hot spring that gurgled with steam was covered in countless cracks. Only after a very long time did it once again calm down. Su Li stood knee-deep in the hot spring, his long gown in tatters. His body was covered in countless wounds, blood constantly dripping from them.
In a place so close to Xuelao City, he was surrounded by tens of thousands of demon soldiers, surrounded by ten-some Demon Generals, with the Demon Military Advisor Black Robe quietly watching from the side, and the will of the Demon Lord transforming into a shadow that covered the sky. This was the greatest killing trap in the last several hundred years, and Su Li had persisted for several days and nights.
There were no tears on his clothes, not even a single snowflake. He did not seem injured at all, but in reality, he had already suffered very heavy injuries. The Demon Generals that he had killed, Black Robe that he had exchanged blows with, and even the will of the Demon Lord had left behind many terrifying wounds and killing intent in his body.
It was just that these wounds and killing intent had all been forcefully suppressed by his valiant will and transcendent cultivation. Only when he obtained the Yellow Paper Umbrella, unsheathed the Heaven Shrouding Sword, cut open a path in the snowy sky, and arrived several hundred li away. After confirming that he was temporarily safe, he was no longer willing to continue using his true essence to suppress it.
Thus, those wounds and killing intent exploded in an instant.
The majority of the killing intent had been forcefully delivered to the snowy mountain range, allowing the world to bear it in his place. However, the wounds still remained in his body.
His face was snow-white and his expression weary. Only the undisciplined Qi on his face remained the same.
Hearing the whistling of swords and the rumbling of thunder in the snowy mountain range, feeling the overflowing terrifying and cold killing intent, seeing the blood-covered Su Li and the hot spring water that was gradually dyed red, Chen Changsheng paled in shock. With a trembling voice, he asked, "Senior … are you alright?"
Su Li did not answer his question, but asked, "Are the Mount Li disciples in the Garden of Zhou alright?"
Chen Changsheng shook his head. "I don't know."
Su Li said nothing. He gazed at the distant dusky sun in the snowy mountain range, thinking about something.
Chen Changsheng was very worried. He repeated his question, "Senior, are you alright?"
Su Li turned around and looked at him. "Do you know who I am?"
Chen Changsheng had previously believed that he had guessed the identity of this senior, but this senior's behavior was truly different from the rumors. At that moment, he directly began to doubt his life. Naturally, he also began to doubt whether he had guessed incorrectly. He hesitantly asked, "May I ask for Senior's great name?"
Su Li replied, "I am Su Li."
Chen Changsheng was very shocked. He had not thought that he had guessed correctly, that he had really guessed correctly.
Because he had not thought that the legendary Martial Granduncle of Mount Li would actually be such a person.
"And then?" he asked.
Su Li was somewhat displeased. He rebuked, "This order isn't right. Let's go again."
Chen Changsheng was slightly taken aback. "Ah?"
Su Li looked into his eyes and asked again, "Who am I?"
Chen Changsheng stared blankly, then said, "Senior, you are … Mount Li's Junior Martial Uncle Su Li."
Su Li then asked, "In the rumors, what kind of person am I?"
Chen Changsheng did not know why this senior, covered in blood and looking extremely exhausted, would ask these questions. After thinking it over, he still seriously replied, "Senior is a genius of the path of the sword that has never been seen before. Your cultivation has long since reached perfection, and you can be considered a legendary figure."
If this sort of evaluation was said to his face, it would be very easy to take it as flattery. However, Chen Changsheng said it very seriously, because what he said was the truth. As a result, when these words came out of his mouth, they seemed especially sincere and trustworthy. This made Su Li extremely satisfied.
He looked at Chen Changsheng and said with gratification, "Although this junior's strength is terrible to the extreme, he still has some experience."
At this time, Chen Changsheng really did not know what to say. As he saw more and more blood flow from his body, he could not help but ask again, "Senior, are you really alright?"
Su Li smiled. "You just said that I am a genius of the path of the sword that has never been seen before. My cultivation has long since reached perfection, and I can be considered a legendary figure."
Chen Changsheng thought to himself, to be able to remember every single word of what I said, it seems that there shouldn't be any major problems.
"So, for a person like me, how could anything happen to you?"
Following that, Su Li said joyfully.
Then, like a stone pillar that had been cut apart, he fell forward, falling into the hot spring.
Water splashed everywhere, and the hot spring water that had been dyed red incessantly rippled. Su Li's body incessantly bobbed up and down in the water.
Only after a while did Chen Changsheng understand that this senior had actually fainted. He hurriedly jumped into the hot spring, carried him out, and then placed him on the ground by the hot spring.
Almost at the same time that his body landed on the ground, Su Li began to snore. To be able to last until now, he was truly too tired.
Chen Changsheng did not know this. Looking at this senior, he did not know what to think.
What he had said just now was true.
In the hearts of the younger generation of cultivators, although Su Li was not ranked among the Storms of the Eight Directions, nor did he have the title of a Saint, he was the idol of the younger generation of cultivators. Even someone as narcissistic and proud as Tang Thirty-Six had no objections. Because compared to the Divine Empress and the Pope, these sacred and dignified Saints, compared to the Elder of Heavenly Secrets and the Solitary Drunk under the Moon, these Storms of the Eight Directions that obeyed the rules, the Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li roamed the four seas, and the songs of his sword could be heard everywhere. He represented the freedom and freedom that the young yearned for.
And yet … as it turned out, the Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li was actually this sort of person.
Chen Changsheng could no longer remember how many times he had this sort of sigh.
He felt that the shock that this senior had brought him was even greater than the Sword Pool and the Heavenly Tome Monoliths in the Garden of Zhou.
Seeing Su Li's indifferent expression as he slept, hearing his thunderous snores, he suddenly felt that he was rather similar to Tang Thirty-Six.
Then, he remembered that Tang Thirty-Six had once evaluated him and Xu Yourong as people that made people speechless.
This Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li was the one that truly made people speechless, right?
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(See you tomorrow.)
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