Longevity: Comprehending the Heart Method

But in the end, he gave up on the tempting idea. That Mao Wuwei was a Tier Two Top-grade Array Master. While he might have been able to fool Liu Yunfeng and the others here, he couldn’t fool Mao Wuwei.

At that point, he would just be shooting himself in the foot.

”Song Changsheng, aren’t you good at running? Why have you stopped now?” At this moment, Liu Yunfeng, Qian Ming, and the others closed in, their bodies surging with Spiritual Power that sent the surrounding Spiritual Qi into a turbulent storm.

Song Changsheng shot Liu Yunfeng a mocking glance. ”If I had really run, would you still be smiling?”

Liu Yunfeng’s expression darkened, and he sneered, ”Hmph, I admit you have some skill, but I’ve already sealed the surrounding airspace. You can’t escape even if you grew wings. I advise you to surrender obediently. If you do, I can grant you a quick death!”

”Heh, my Song Clan has only members who die in battle, never those who surrender. My head is right here. Come and take it if you can.” Song Changsheng pulled out the Broken Water Spear beside him and spoke nonchalantly.

”Such an arrogant brat. Die!”

Qian Ming’s gaze was sharp as a torch. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a Copper Lamp. On its wick, a cluster of pale blue flame flickered in the wind. The moment it appeared, it unleashed a shower of ethereal blue fire, instantly turning the mountain peak into a sea of flames.

The flames seemed to burn everything they touched, yet their temperature was lower than an ordinary fire’s, even giving off a cold, sinister feeling. It was truly strange.

Song Changsheng’s eyes lit up immediately as he asked in surprise, ”A Spiritual Fire?”

”I didn’t expect you to be so knowledgeable,” Qian Ming said, filled with pride.

A Spiritual Fire was a Celestial and Earthly Spiritual Object, exceedingly rare. The appearance of any wisp could drive Fire Attribute Cultivators, Alchemists, or Artifact Refiners into a frenzy.

To think this Qian Ming actually possessed one. Though it was only a small wisp, its value was no less than that of a Spiritual Artifact.

”Formless Sword Array, activate!” Qii Feiyun was enveloped in Sword Qi, twelve flying swords circling neatly by his side, their aura magnificent.

Liu Yunfeng also summoned his iron ruler, which hovered in mid-air, waiting for the right moment to strike.

They had a clear understanding of Song Changsheng’s strength, so from the very beginning, each of them went all out, holding nothing back.

But what they found strange was that Song Changsheng seemed to be in a daze. He made no move to resist, as if he had already accepted his fate.

”What a fine day.”

Suddenly, Song Changsheng said this out of the blue.

Qii Feiyun glanced at the heavy, leaden clouds and sneered, ”It is a fine day indeed. Perfect for your funeral.”

”You’re right. It is a fine day for a funeral. But not for me. For you.”

Looking at the hint of a smile in Song Changsheng’s eyes, Qii Feiyun felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. A bad premonition began to sprout in his heart.

”Why are you wasting so much breath on him? Kill him!” Liu Yunfeng roared, and the iron ruler hovering in the air instantly transformed into a streak of black light, striking down toward Song Changsheng.

”Twenty years ago, my grandfather defeated your Sect’s Supreme Elder, a day none of you have forgotten. Today, I will make you remember the name of the Moon Viewing Song Clan once more!”

The Luwu Bell appeared above Song Changsheng’s head, blocking the iron ruler. Song Changsheng then took a step forward. Lines of azure light emerged from under his feet, rapidly spreading into the distance.

”Is this... an Array?”

Everyone’s expression changed in an instant.

”Stay calm! He’s just a Tier Two Low-Grade Array Master. Even if he set up an Array, it’s nothing more than a desperate struggle. Join me and we’ll kill him!” Liu Yunfeng immediately shouted to reassure everyone.

But he never expected that this one sentence would push them all into the Abyss.

Song Changsheng looked at them and shook his head with a hint of regret. ”If you had fled the moment you saw the Array, you might have had a sliver of a chance to survive. But unfortunately for you, you’ve already lost that precious opportunity.”

”Enough of your tricks!” Instead of retreating, Liu Yunfeng and the others advanced, unleashing a torrent of Magic and Spiritual Artifacts that rained down on Song Changsheng.

But the Luwu Bell’s defense was formidable, blocking all of their attacks.

”It’s starting.”

Song Changsheng looked up at the Thunder Serpents surging within the dark clouds and pushed the Thunder Attraction Array to its absolute limit.

RUMBLE...

The Array and the dark clouds in the sky answered each other. In an instant, thunder roared to life. Thick bolts of lightning let out sky-shaking bellows, and in a flash, the entire mountain was bathed in thunderbolts.

”Celestial Thunder Shock Talisman.”

The talisman paper in Song Changsheng’s hand burned away rapidly. A heart-stopping feeling flickered and vanished. The next moment, a vortex abruptly appeared above Liu Yunfeng and the others. Arcs of lightning leaped within it, thunderbolts surged, and an aura of destruction brewed inside!

”A Tier Three Talisman?” Staring at the vortex, Liu Yunfeng’s face went green. He never imagined Song Changsheng was hiding such a trump card and would use it under these circumstances.

The power of this Talisman already surpassed any Tier Three Low-Grade Talisman he had ever seen.

At this moment, he could no longer care about any Sect orders. He recalled his Heaven-Encompassing Net, then summoned every Magical Artifact and Defense Talisman he owned. All he wanted now was to save his own skin.

Qian Ming’s face was as ugly as if he’d just eaten a pile of shit. His heart was filled with regret. ’Why did I have to get involved in this mess?’

”It’s over,” Song Changsheng murmured softly.

The moment his voice fell, the vortex emanating a terrifying aura stopped spinning. At the same time, the breathing and heartbeats of Liu Yunfeng and the others also stopped.

BOOM—

Streaks of blindingly brilliant golden lightning shot out from the vortex, re-illuminating the once-dim world.

Watching the golden lightning, filled with a destructive aura, descend upon him, Liu Yunfeng felt as if the blood in his veins had stopped flowing.

BOOM—

The first bolt of lightning was blocked by the Heaven-Encompassing Net, but the Spiritual Light on the surface of this High-Grade Spiritual Artifact dimmed instantly.

Seeing this, Liu Yunfeng felt as if he had been plunged into an icy abyss. ’Even a High-Grade Spiritual Artifact can’t block it?’

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

More thunderbolts fell one after another, like an apocalypse. The first to fall was the wretched cultivator. He had the weakest Cultivation of everyone present and no treasures to protect him. He was directly struck by the lightning, suffering Annihilation of Body and Spirit.

Next was Qii Feiyun. His Formless Sword Array shattered the instant it came into contact with the thunderbolts. All twelve of his flying swords crumbled, turning into countless fragments that filled the sky.

”No—!”

He could only let out a final cry to express his unwillingness to die before he was reduced to ash and smoke amidst the thunderbolts.

”Song Changsheng, I’ll haunt you even in death!!”

The Copper Lamp in Qian Ming’s hand shattered under the bombardment of thunderbolts, and this moderately famous Loose Cultivator was also annihilated in the storm.

In just a short time, three Foundation Establishment Cultivators had suffered Annihilation of Body and Spirit. Liu Yunfeng’s face was ashen. The dying wails of the others still echoed in his ears. He knew it was his turn.

The next moment, all the thunderbolts converged into one and came crashing down.

The spiritually dim Heaven-Encompassing Net was instantly torn open. It was followed by the iron ruler, and then all the Magical Artifacts on his body...

The thunderbolt was unstoppable, tearing through all of Liu Yunfeng’s hopes.

The golden thunderbolt grew larger and larger in Liu Yunfeng’s pupils, finally crashing down upon him...

A quarter of an hour later, tranquility returned to the world. The downpour that had been brewing for so long finally fell upon the land ravaged by thunderbolts.

”COUGH, COUGH, COUGH...”

Song Changsheng crawled out from under the Luwu Bell in a sorry state. Although he hadn’t been in the direct path of the thunderbolts, the collateral damage was still not to be underestimated.

The already low mountain peak had been sheared down by dozens of feet by the thunderbolts, making it even shorter. For the next decade or more, not a single blade of grass would grow on this mountain.

Liu Yunfeng and the others had been turned to dust by the thunderbolts, not even leaving corpses behind. Naturally, their Qiankun Bags hadn’t survived either, which made Song Changsheng’s heart bleed.

The Heaven-Encompassing Net was torn in half. He would be burning incense and thanking the heavens if it could even be restored to the level of a Low-Grade Spiritual Artifact after repairs.

The iron ruler was also heavily damaged; there was no telling how much Five Elements Essence Qi would be needed to restore it.

Qian Ming’s Copper Lamp was gone, but thankfully, a tiny ember of the Spiritual Fire remained.

As he collected these ”scraps,” Song Changsheng felt his heart twitching in pain.

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