Chapter 881 - 884: Han Xiangzi

"Die, Wu Tian."

Master Jian Yin, seeing Wu Tian’s attention focused entirely on his daughter, seized the opportunity and thrust his sword towards Wu Tian’s back.

Master Jian Yin’s eyes were fierce; he must strike true with this blow. By the time Dao Feng and others realized the situation, it was already too late.

Master Jian Yin’s sword finally pierced Wu Tian’s back.

A cold smile touched the corner of Master Jian Yin’s mouth; he knew things would turn out this way.

Seeing Wu Tian’s glory made him long uncomfortable; he had been waiting all along.

He waited impatiently, feeling miserable inside, but he kept telling himself he must wait, as long as he waited for the right moment.

All glory might still belong to him.

Now, with the sword having pierced Wu Tian, Master Jian Yin had only one thought in his mind.

The heavens do not disappoint the determined!

In the end, he has won.

But the next moment,

"Clang."

The point where the sword struck Wu Tian’s back emitted a sound like metal clashing.

"How can this be?" His eyes widened, finding it hard to believe.

How could things have turned out differently?

"Scram."

Wu Tian slapped backhandedly,

"Smack."

As if swatting a fly,

Master Jian Yin was sent flying backward.

But Wu Tian couldn’t be bothered with Master Jian Yin; with one slap dealing a fatal blow, Master Jian Yin was bound to die.

Now, his concern was the young fellow facing Zhan Sha’s full-force palm strike. The young fellow grunted, flipped his hand, and the Golden Brick appeared.

At the same time, the bright magical beast, Silver Spirit Child, perched like a hairpin on the young fellow’s hair, also assisted in time.

In the space around, complex ripples emanated.

Zhan Sha never realized he’d fallen under the bright magical beast’s Illusion Technique, as he slammed his palm towards the young fellow’s head, hitting only the left side where no one stood.

When the palm struck empty, Zhan Sha realized the young fellow in his eyes was merely an illusion.

"Not good."

"This is an Illusion Technique."

"Retreat quickly."

Zhan Sha hurriedly withdrew.

"Your defeat is already certain." The young fellow snickered and used the Qiankun Ring. The Qiankun Ring, on the young fellow’s finger, began rotating, gathering more and more power.

Looking over, Zhan Sha, still ensnared by the illusion, saw the young fellow only playing with a floral ring.

"How can a little floral ring defeat me?"

"You’re blind." The young fellow chuckled again and finally threw the Qiankun Ring.

Seeing the ring coming towards him, Zhan Sha immediately punched it heavily.

"Boom!"

A wave of energy erupted in the arena, the fierce blast spread like a storm.

Afterward, everyone saw a figure flying backward, like a punctured balloon, crashing heavily onto the ground and spewing out a mouthful of crimson blood.

Due to the illusion, he mistakenly saw the Qiankun Ring as a floral ring, Zhan Sha underestimated, and now was struck by the Qiankun Ring.

Dead!

"We’ve lost completely."

"There’s no hope left."

The soldiers of the Azure Empire, seeing the Great General dead, knelt one by one, chilled to the bone.

"Not satisfying enough." The young fellow suddenly sighed, "I need more opponents."

His eyes glanced towards Dao Feng, Lv Dongbin, and others’ direction.

They immediately dropped their heads, not daring to compete with the young fellow even for a moment.

Wu Tian seeing the young fellow unsatisfied, calmly said, "Look, there’s still one on the ground."

"Really?"

The young fellow looked towards the ground and saw Master Jian Yin, still barely breathing.

This person who stealthily tried to assassinate her father, the young fellow didn’t mind teaching him a lesson.

"No, I... I can’t."

Master Jian Yin was terrified. Now he has only one breath left, thanks to the precious medicine he drank before coming to the battlefield, which kept him breathing.

That breath was still waning; without the young fellow striking, he would also die, but now, what Jian Yin could say was that living a second longer was a good thing.

"I beseech everyone, let him pass peacefully."

Turning to look, Lan Xiangzi walked over.

"Brother Lan."

Lv Dongbin was startled.

"Lan Xiangzi, take me away... quickly take me away, I don’t want to die here." Seeing Lan Xiangzi arrive, Master Jian Yin struggled to hold on to his last breath, calling out.

Lan Xiangzi, having taken Master Jian Yin’s medicine, had to obey orders and couldn’t let Master Jian Yin just die; he walked up to Master Jian Yin, intending to take him away from here.

"Do you know who you are?"

There was movement in Wu Tian’s Investiture of the Gods.

He shouted at Lan Xiangzi.

From atop the city wall, looking down, his voice was god-like, shaking hearts.

Lan Xiangzi was taken aback.

"Remember, you are Han Xiangzi."

"Han Xiangzi..." Lan Xiangzi suddenly felt dizzy.

Han Xiangzi’s memories unfolded; in them, he was Han Xiangzi, Han Yu’s nephew, having passed the imperial exams and served in the central government during the Tang Dynasty.

But gradually, he grew weary of fame and fortune.

Han Yu repeatedly urged him to study diligently, but Han Xiangzi replied, "What I learn differs from what you learn." Han Yu grew angry and scolded him.

One day, Han Xiangzi went out seeking teachers, encountering Lv Dongbin and Han Zhongli, he left home with them to learn the Dao, and gained their true teachings. Later, Han Xiangzi traveled to a place where he found a peach forest, the Immortal Peaches ripened, he climbed to pick them but unexpectedly, the branch broke, he fell and died, thus becoming immortal.

"Catch the Zijing Xiao." Wu Tian flipped his hand, a flute appeared—it was Han Xiangzi’s Magical Treasure, the Zijing Xiao, said to be made from divine bamboo in the Purple Bamboo Forest of the South Sea.

Wu Tian gifted the Zijing Xiao to Lan Xiangzi, while understanding Zijing Xiao’s intent.

"What are you staring at?"

Seeing Lan Xiangzi ignoring him, not rushing to take him away,

Master Jian Yin was furious, gritting his teeth, "Hurry and take me away."

"I don’t want to die here."

"Too many foolish people have died here, lying buried."

"Should I die in the same place as them? It tarnishes my name."

Hearing this, Lan Xiangzi immediately shouted, "Jian Yin, if I kill you, that’s unjust of me, but someone like you doesn’t deserve to live any longer, now quickly kill yourself."

"Kill myself?"

Dao Feng and the others looked at each other, seeing Master Jian Yin as someone who loved reputation and life, living even a moment longer was good.

Someone like him, how could he commit suicide?

Lv Dongbin and others thought more; they realized Lan Xiangzi might be Han Xiangzi, but the others pondered that their Supreme Treasure came from the Ancestor of Blood Refinement.

But Lan Xiangzi’s Supreme Treasure came from Wu Tian.

This made them feel strange.

"This Mr. Wu Tian, with our master Ancestor of Blood Refinement, could it be..." He Qiong speculated.

"You’re asking me to kill myself?"

Master Jian Yin gritted his teeth, mere Lan Xiangzi, having taken his medicine, should obey him.

But now?

Actually defying and asking him to end his life?

"Revolt, revolt, you want me to kill myself, haha, I can’t do that."

Holding on to his last breath, Master Jian Yin simply didn’t want to die, breathing even a mouthful of air was good.

"I have a way to make you kill yourself." Lan Xiangzi said calmly.

The young fellow’s eyes darted, smiling, "I also have a way, and my way is better."