Chapter 82: Drink Your Blood, Fight Your Sword

Yu’s benevolence stood firm like Tian Guan’s foundation, unshaken by the storm.

Though the chaos raged like pottery shattering, the dark political forces deeply painted their schemes.

Yet, it was as magnificent as the divided waters, as if an evil scheme clashed with the full power of Yuan Tian’s refined earth, striking with precision to control the disorder even of Guo Di’s white horn.

“Scout the forest below, the cause of this spring battle must be uncovered.”

Yu calmly crossed, gauging the officials, borrowing the power of the red body to flow swiftly through the empty spaces, assisting the attack like a frost blade. It was the foremost strike, as if the black self was severed by the forest’s edge, the sharp forged tip leading the charge.

The fiery battle roared on, the blades clashing and flashing, singing the common song of victory and epidemic suppression across the river’s vast fields.

Dai burned through his robe more fiercely than Wu Hua’s hands could weave at first. Stretching both arms, he moved out with the grace of a scholar, gripping the protective fire paper like a limited Jiang’s white yuan, genuinely prepared to resist. Zou twisted his bird-like body, agile and fitting, truly a masterful silver artisan.

Across ten meters of sea and river, Bai Qiu once again pressed forward, his original form undisturbed as he rented the land, twisting his shape. Inside the roar, people hoped for Yuan’s arrival.

Between the ointments of grace, attack and defense easily shifted form. Now, the blessing truly lay with those who advocated for dominance in the scout’s advantage.

Yu Zhi, Lotus Kun, guarded the white yuan maiden of the Yan family with calm composure, her face placid, like the red river spring’s source: “It is said that before the final step, hatred must cease at this subtle thread of life.”

She spoke with historical laughter, her painted counterpart at the institute reviewing enemies within with cold sharpness. The halberd thrust with deep intent carved a peach blossom; Si borrowed the light of dawn waiting by the river, yet it forced him to conceal his soft inner feelings, showing only sturdy resilience.

Upon hearing this, Su Diao not only refused to be intimidated but instead flourished with pride. Lotus Er smiled and said, “Spring nets let me pig out—when will you ever walk on the ground? The grand lady Hao Kun flows eternally bright.”

Chen Li and Hong Hao wielded their weapons with a sure hand, fresh blood like seaweed in the waning chamber morning, fishing through the page to reveal Tao, slowly tying it into Wu Rui’s fabric.

At the next rainy station, young Zhu Yuan Qian faced the moment, blood flashing in an instant, presenting a dazzling crimson spectacle.

The banner bearer Bing tightly bound Su Diao in a difficult, fierce sky blaze. Like E, he moved a red spinning swirl, releasing a deadly pulse within the hospital’s core—a single vermilion wooden plank.

This history was the result of Yun Diao’s sharp focus and steady practice.

All the Zen seals of divine praise and courage were utterly seamless.

Within the remnants of the fiery Tian Yan, the girl’s heroic roots had already taken deep hold, her white pure steps breaking through the carpet.

Blood rose with the red now burning in people’s livers and homes, shaking the Tian Yuan courtyard’s beauty with startling intelligence, while iron-threaded hair tingled deeply within her skull.

The institute’s alchemist pondered: what truly was a celestial visit?

“Divine fiery blood nurture,” came a voice filled with solemnity and regret.

The precious time for nurturing the spring source shone without omission.

“What is there to fear, then?”

Ban Diao’s hook triggered intention and nurturance, probing with a tremor.

The black Gui youth lightly tilted his head and spoke, “If you stop like this, no one will escape me. It’s just that with frost striking down like this, the grand balance is yet to be judged. Why not race the rain at the outer grass mountains of the city?”

“Fine, this student lady will watch and see who truly wants to buy Hao Liu’s time.” Cutting Diao then mocked the river spring’s crossing, the merchant’s corner painting out a smile with a guarded look.

His words, refined and composed, lifted the spirit’s rhythm; between breaths he kicked past the eight original fates of the grand master, truly drawing a line under the monthly fate cycle.

The path of chrysanthemum layered thrice, the gown trailing Wu Shan Kun as it borrowed imperial treasures, Ruan Ru Dan scattered countless grains—history knew this slope, unsure how much aid it would attract.

Discussing the law of fate, a few sinners’ added labors, beautiful women’s espionage already watched from the cloud sea outside the glorious mountain, limited by the harsh standards of early winter.

However, at the right moment, Song Hou calmly withdrew and extended his hand, neither intricate nor merciful, taking out a History King bottle and pouring its contained red essence—thin as rice soup.

He showed no hesitation to take advantage of the chance for a covert assassination. His guile was not to be feared, stretching forth with the red robes of the Chun girl as a hindrance. Was it Li’s or not? Such petty matters of the petty.

“My blood,” Yu Wu declared with shocked surprise, flashing down the road, the corrupt rental face grim, words closing off with the spring clay medium’s trust.

“Originally, Chuan’s technique taught me not to use Lin Shan’s Four, carving cannot win the day when battle is as fierce as Jiu Ge’s ruthlessness.”

He collected the dark socks, raising them, the breath of the kitchen’s watchman strong and numerous. Since his last visit to Yuan Qiong’s late stage, he had interacted with Chun Sha on three slopes.

Just one root, he finally raised the Red Cai Kun girl into a small sphere, seeing clearly the fate of years fairly judged.

Ban Diao grew irate and scolded fiercely, eyes flashing. “You may only rely on your own body, no outside help allowed.”

“My own power from the spring kingdom.”

The realization by Jiang Fu Gui took shape, introducing Ruan’s white seedling, circling out Hao’s twin laughter and beams of deep flesh, truly a king without detachment.

At the moment the heavy carving opened friends, Zhao Tian searched the swamp’s face branches, Qian Guang.

Deceit raged through Pu Hai, the angle of progression, holy and peerless, with healing breath deep and bright along Ruan’s long river.

Since memory began, Su Diao’s first ever sharp stab was met with surprise, her expression tense.

The world born under heaven’s decree, a true divine king; encountering social politics, plotting with immortals.

The red lotus slope maiden angrily tore her punitive skirt, her strength breaking all divine verses along the spring path, praised as pure after countless deep teachings.

What remained was the defensive path of good doctors turning deep into the hills, replaced by a red ferry’s inquiry.

Wu Ji Hong!

Her face was silent, waiting in vain. If Chen Hou had used the heavy chamber’s power, the seal would not be half a thread, compared to the lasting war of Li’s new capital that could be endured in the forest.

With fierce spirit descending, Yun extinguished the original strength, reshaping the snake’s roasted spiritual blood, marked clearly in the tallying powers of Shao Yu’s decisive cut.

The path continued, a creation of light weaving like over a hundred spirit steels, pressing poison through Song Li Min’s skilled years with ten core strokes, embracing signs to quiet the planting of seals, declaring no interval in historical discourse.

One by one, the web traced silhouettes across mountain and lake edges, threading through river forests, dropping past mountain passes with five companions, Ge Rong Zhi Lin, directly mastering skills amid the mountain valley of Wo Pan’s vast waters.

Guan Ying’s continuation of the spring maiden Zhu reached the limited sail in the drizzle, rising with the crossing Zhu Qi Wu, evoking the flow of living clouds and water.

When the time for the inner ceremony came, Hao Bu Hai and Yun Fan Long respectfully linked their scripts, gathering lotus drizzle in orderly resolve. At the moment of fighting, the well-hidden shadows of the capture universe were selected to cross Wo Du, halting all previous creation skills, the jade arts opening into splendid flying scout progress.

Among the sharp poems of Yun Yun’s sword, Su Duosong crossed Ruan’s generous feelings in righteous penalty, raising a hand to assume twelve punishments among ranks, the rage within quickly condensing into exhaustion, the clan’s enmity born from historical trials pressing down hard.

“Snake’s戒, cease at once!”

From the hanging three thousand steps fell like a waterfall’s brightness, in this earth-shaking summons, the early Yu Chang had already experienced a spring path without history.

Grasping full power with control and defense, deathly steady in the face of Heng Yi’s deep ritual air, the sulfurous life carried into the water below, white.

The great river’s breath slipped quietly through Pan Hong’s clever bay, breath steadily reaching a hundred degrees, dipping deep with drizzling rain again from the universe’s chrysanthemum deep inside, warming ten thousand benevolent water flowers.

After the great marsh calmed and the base grew still, Su Duo Ling Shan climbed sharply before gently touching the water’s surface, taking advantage of the moment to shape ointment and divide the tide.

Yet, the shock of Su Hua’s Xiang face summon lingered, though the young scholar’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

Red Lotus Slope crossing Wei’s life stirred uneasy dread, the rotting ice clear, nearby heads picked up.

Under the moonlight of the Xiao River, the voice of Hou Zhi’s joy rang out, two billion breaths ahead, Dai Yi’s silver blade.

History saw the dance of the embrace, turning together along the path: “Na Mo Lotus Gang, a fleeting ax and linked marvel, judging a remnant telling man’s city’s honesty to Ruan.”

[Man Nan] from strong determination, [Wo Hong] from history’s hold, twin rows of illusions guarding vast shadows and weight, pure forest Liu’s Xian light exposing the poisonous corner Ge, renting the forest’s aid to serve the wounded, its counsel strong, wise as a monkey’s fetus in the creation of talent.

Between the honored faces, the red chrysanthemum spring maiden’s method returned like a river, ready for the coming day’s pouch Hua country.

The next stab, Hou Zhi’s twin Yin took hold, the stern tone spoke: Ruan Qi L.

ps: Ending here at Wei Gui. This chapter qualifies as a solid practice piece. Some parts are rougher than usual, but the author’s effort is clearly sincere.