The Blood of Youth – CH 048

Chapter 48: Snow of Cangshan, Silver Moon Spear

Standing on the roof, Sikong Qianluo raised her spear high and pointed it at Lei Wujie, who was standing below.

“I heard that you made it to the sixteenth floor, and you’re a young expert from the Lei Clan?

“I heard that you forced Lei Yunhe, the once most powerful person in the Lei Clan, to re-enter the Unfettered Heavenly Realm, and he opened his hand to Summon Thunder from Ninth Heaven, nearly destroying the Tower of Ascension?

“I heard that you challenged the sword immortal with your sword, named ‘Raging Inferno Roaring Thunder,’ with a power that was incomparable, causing even the Snow Moon Sword Immortal to use his sword move ‘Moonlit Night and Flowering Dawn,’ thus gathering the camellia from the whole city?”

Sikong Qianluo asked three questions in a row, but Lei Wujie could only scratch his head and ask back, “Why are you hitting my third shidi?”

Xiao Se, who was standing to one side, lifted a foot and kicked Lei Wujie. “Get lost. Just try calling me shidi again?”

Lei Wujie could only laugh awkwardly, looked up at Sikong Qianluo on the roof, and corrected himself, “Why are you hitting my Xiao-xiongdi?”

Xiao Se was still dissatisfied. “Xiao-xiong is just Xiao-xiong. Why do you have to add little brother?”

Sikong Qianluo curled her lips in a serene smile. “I won’t hit your Xiao-xiongdi then.”

Then, her smile vanished just as quickly as she glared at him with disdain. “I will hit you.”

In an instant, Lei Wujie’s clothes filled out, the red clothes fluttering, and his eyes blazed fiercely. Behind him, the phantom of a golden-winged giant bird appeared.

Blazing Arts, Garuda Realm.

In just an instant, Lei Wujie felt the power of the girl with the spear. “Who are you?”

“The one who was supposed to wait for you on the fourteenth floor.” Sikong Qianluo raised her spear and took a small step backwards.

Yin Luoxia and Luo Mingxuan exchanged a glance, then they both took a step back and jumped away from Lei Wujie. Luo Mingxuan still had a malicious smile on his face. “Lei-xiong, don’t you die before we get our rematch, okay?”

Lei Wujie didn’t have time to answer. He didn’t need Luo Mingxuan’s reminder because he already understood the terror behind that long spear. Otherwise he wouldn’t have exerted the highest realm of his Blazing Arts at the outset.

Sikong Qianluo took a step forward and flung her spear viciously at him.

She once stood in the middle of the long street, gathered all the wind in the street, and wielded a very powerful spear move to break Xiao Se’s Cloud Step.

This time, her long spear tore through the entire sky, the spear’s shaft roared like a hundred birds screaming, and the dark golden color of the spear started to peel off, revealing its original appearance.

Silvery white as snow.

Lei Wujie suddenly remembered the legends about the Spear Immortal when he was young. Back then, he held a long silvery white spear, and according to the stories, when he swung the spear, it was like a jiao dragon soaring through the sky, like a silver snake curling in a wild dance. This spear was called Silver Moon.

Snow of Cangshan, Silver Moon spear.

Lei Wujie finally understood who the person in front of him was. He also took a step forward and used all his strength to strike with a fist. A wave of red qi formed a circle and surrounded him, effectively stopping the spear at the perimeter of the circle. But the spear power did not diminish. It spun rapidly outside the circle, as if trying to penetrate that perfect circle.

The golden-winged giant bird behind Lei Wujie increased to its maximum size, but it was also flickering on the verge of collapse. Sweat drops as large as beans were dripping from his forehead; he gritted his teeth and growled, “Go!”

He waved his sleeve and suddenly threw another three fists. Every strike of his fist neutralized another layer of the spear’s power, and after three fists, the spear made a circle, looking like it was about to fall to the ground.

Sikong Qianluo suddenly jumped down and grabbed her spear. She smiled slightly and said, “Very good. Indeed someone I should have waited for.”

“What’s your name?” Lei Wujie still asked.

“Sikong Qianluo,” Sikong Qianluo replied slowly.

“Alright,” Lei Wujie nodded.

Within that exchange, Sikong Qianluo had already picked up her spear and wielded three spear moves, and Lei Wujie retaliated with six fist moves.

Standing nearby to observe the fight, Yin Luoxia glanced at her disciple and said with a smile, “What do you think?”

Luo Mingxuan thought for a while. “I’m still betting on Qianluo-shijie! No, wait, I should bet on Lei Wujie. After all, he was the one who defeated me.”

Yin Luoxia laughed but didn’t say anything.

Luo Mingxuan scratched his head. “Shifu, who are you betting on to win?”

Yin Luoxia turned around and walked back into the hall. “I’m betting on you.”

“Me?” Luo Mingxuan was taken aback. “I’m not even fighting with them, and I’ve already lost against Lei Wujie before.”

“I don’t care. You’re my disciple, so I will only bet on you. It doesn’t matter if you lost before. As long as you’re not dead, the game is still on.” Yin Luoxia’s tone even carried the willfulness of a young lady.

Luo Mingxuan watched his master’s back, suddenly feeling a little entranced.

Meanwhile, above the main hall, two people were also standing on a roof watching the duel below. They were both dressed in black, almost looking like a master and disciple. They were Snow Moon City’s third city master, Sikong Changfeng, and head disciple, Tang Lian.

“Who do you think will win?” Sikong Changfeng smiled and looked at Tang Lian.

Tang Lian shook his head. “Hard to say, but if Wujie doesn’t use his sword, he’ll definitely lose.”

“He’s the disciple of a sword immortal. Why wouldn’t he use his sword?” Sikong Changfeng said obliquely.

Tang Lian frowned slightly. He couldn’t help feeling that something about Lei Wujie wasn’t right.

Below, after exchanging several moves, Lei Wujie was sweating profusely, and his red clothes were full of cuts and tears. Xiao Se frowned slightly and said, “It’s just as well you bought that from a random roadside store. No big loss if it gets shredded. Lei Wujie, if you can beat her, I will give you another phoenix flame shirt, exactly the same as the one you had before!”

Lei Wujie didn’t consider that much of an encouragement. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he was gradually losing his advantage, and he laughed bitterly, “Since when were you so generous?”

Xiao Se, who had always remained calm in the face of whatever happened, had been accumulating no small amount of resentment over the last few days. “If you can beat this woman to her knees, I will give you eight hundred taels! No! Eight thousand taels!”

Sikong Qianluo scoffed out loud. “Beat me to my knees? You just wait; neither of you are getting out of this today.” She raised her spear and swung it forward, forcing Lei Wujie to retreat three steps.

“I have a spear; its name is Summon Cloud and Rain.”

The wind raised by the spear howled, and Lei Wujie retreated another three steps.

“Another spear, its name, Hundred Miles Firestorm.”

The spear power expanded, and Lei Wujie retreated another six steps.

“And another spear, its name, Birds Pay Homage to Phoenix.”

The shaft of the spear vibrated with a cry sounding like a hundred birds screeching. Sikong Qianluo’s gaze sharpened, and she pressed ahead. “I saw your sword from the ground. Your standard should be better than this. Where’s your sword?”

Although the Murderous Dread sword had been nailed above the gate to the Lower Pass, everyone could see there was another long sword at Lei Wujie’s waist.

Sword name: Rainfall.

Silver Moon spear, Rainfall sword, Sudden Thunderclap saber.

Once upon a time, these three weapons were equally famous in the martial world because they were held in the hands of three young people who later became renowned under Heaven.

Spear Immortal Sikong Changfeng, Sword Immortal Li Hanyi, and Wine Immortal Baili Dongjun.

The Rainfall sword seemed to sense the call of its old friend, and inside the scabbard, the blade screamed with a long cry, vibrating incessantly, as if it was about to unsheathe itself. Lei Wujie had never felt such a strong fluctuation. At this moment, he was out of options, and finally, he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The long cry came to a sudden stop, but a faint sound of thunder rumbled in the hilt of the sword.

Lei Wujie exhaled a long sigh of relief and finally stopped his retreat. His pupils that were gradually dimming ignited again, and he tightened his grip firmly on the hilt of his sword.

“Watch my sword.”