Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 101-Chapter 200)

The desolate moonlight fell on her emotionless face as she listened in on the conversation below. She seemed rather cold.

As her cultivation of the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty deepened, her mind seemed to gradually return to when she was a spirit. However, that previous state was the numbness that came from losing a sense of individuality from all the torture, but now, it was indifference that came with clearly understanding everything.

When she controlled the fire and swallowed everyone one by one, it was not as simple as absorbing the essence within their flesh and blood. It was unlike what regular evil or demonic cultivators did, sacrificing living people to forge artifacts and treasures, who would then be denounced and hunted down by humanity.

Whether it be the blood flames or the pale flames, they were all a part of her. As she fused with the flesh and blood, especially when it came from living people or people who had just died, she could clearly sense their resentment, fury, pain, fear…



The barrage of all of these negative emotions was enough to make a regular person collapse in a single instant. Even cultivators with sturdy wills would be shaken up by that, developing doubt about their own actions and existences. They would be haunted by these dead souls for the rest of their lives. This was the most difficult psychological test of the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty.

However, she did not feel troubled at all. Just like reading a buddhist scripture, she read the wails of pain and anguish of the deceased, without any pity or sympathy at all, just like gods and buddhas who sat up high on the lotus throne, taking in the suffering of all life with a clear, indifferent mind. It was not that these emotions were suppressed, but rather they were unable to develop these emotions.

She could neither be moved by friendship and hot-bloodedness, nor would she be troubled by the curse of resentment. There was no difference between the red and black ants. All living creatures were equal. All of them could be killed, apart from him.

Within the morgue, they discussed the plan as the sky in the east gradually lit up.

Suddenly, Xiao An stood up and cast her gaze into the distance. Looking past the wilderness, she saw a group of people rapidly drawing closer. She leapt down from the roof and arrived beside Li Qingshan.

Just from making eye contact once, Li Qingshan understood that Zhuo Zhibo was finally here. He said to the mohist disciples, “Please go first. I have some personal matters to settle. I’ll catch up to you later.”

Hao Pingyang said, “Just what is there that is more important than hunting down the Zombie Daoist?”

Li Qingshan only smiled, while Hao Pingyang did not ask him any more questions. Seeing how determined he was, Hao Pingyang said, “Alright then. We’ll set off first and wait for you at the entrance of the Zombie Cave.”

The morgue emptied out and Li Qingshan pressed down on his blade as he waited. After a while, he suddenly called out, “Commander Zhuo, since you’re here, please show yourself!”





Chapter 172: Human Mentality in the Face of Danger | Legend of the Great Sage




Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Black Wolf guards clothed in their dark uniforms directly pierced through the walls and entered the morgue.

Dust rose up in the surroundings, but none of it reached them. Their clothes fluttered with their true qi as they stared at Li Qingshan coldly.

A sharp killing intent gathered and wrapped firmly around Li Qingshan. Although the strongest was only the fifth layer Xie Nande, they were much more powerful than Zhang Lanqing and the others.

They were professional killers, a pack of wolves for hunting prey. Every single one of them had survived countless life-threatening battles. If Zhang Lanqing were pitted against Xie Nande, he would kill the latter in a single clash.

However, Li Qingshan sat down instead. He held the scabbard of the Wind-entwining blade in one hand without even looking at these Black Wolf guards. The rolling dust reached five steps away from Li Qingshan, but it was unable to advance another inch further. Xiao An stood beside him as her eyes that were like black pearls revealed yearning.

All of his paths, front, back, left and right, had been sealed. All that remained was the pitch-black, holey main entrance of the morgue with cold wind whistling into the structure. A black shadow stepped over the door sill. With the wind, an iron hawk arrived. The hawk’s wings were highly raised, its eyes were circular, and its beak was curved like a hook. It stared straight at Li Qingshan as if it could come alive at any time and kill him.

The might he gave off alone surpassed the other Black Wolf guards combined.

Li Qingshan finally raised his head. “Commander Zhuo, what an impressive group!”

Zhuo Zhibo scanned the morgue filled with corpses and asked in doubt, “Did you do all of this? You repelled the Zombie Daoist?”

“It’s as you can see.” Li Qingshan spread out his left hand.

Zhuo Zhibo sneered. “He’s just a piece of trash!”

If the wolves and the hawk had surrounded the Zombie Daoist, he would never have been as relaxed as when he faced the disciples of mohism. Even if he tried to flee with everything that he had, they would still end up killing him and ripping him to pieces.

Li Qingshan agreed, “He really is just a piece of trash.”

They had fallen out already, so Zhuo Zhibo no longer tried to hide his blatant killing intent. “You’re about to die, so do you have any last words?”

Li Qingshan shook his head with a smile. “I won’t die.”

Zhuo Zhibo said, “Yes, you won’t die too soon. We have the most skillful interrogators here. We will cut you open bit by bit, but we won’t let you die.”

He wanted to take pleasure in Li Qingshan’s expression of fear and despair, but he was disappointed. Li Qingshan only smiled. A pair of snowy-white canines that were slightly longer than usual protruded from his mouth, and even the child beside him remained unfazed.

Not a single Black Wolf guard in the surroundings butted in as Li Qingshan and Zhuo Zhibo spoke with one another. Even their expressions remained the same. Even the eyes of the weakest among them, Ge Jian, shone brightly. He firmly locked onto Li Qingshan’s aura, unwilling to drop his guard even by the slightest.

Although they were enemies, Li Qingshan could not help but praise them. Now these were true warriors. As the most powerful system of violence within the Great Xia empire, even the weakest Black Wolf guards possessed such composure.

He possessed absolute confidence about defeating them. The only issue now was that he could not let any one of them escape!

Li Qingshan stood up. With a shing, he drew the Wind-entwining blade that was so damaged it seemed like a saw. He reached into his talisman pouch with his left hand and held a Lightning Summoning talisman. Xiao An held her blade in one hand and the Skull Prayer Bead in the other.

They did not even have to make eye contact, and they had already decided on a battle tactic. It would be the same as the tactic they had employed against the Zombie Daoist earlier. They would erupt with all of their strength and kill the strongest, Zhuo Zhibo, instantly. After that, the rest would just be lambs for slaughter. Even if they managed to escape, hunting them down would be easier.

Zhuo Zhibo nodded, and seven Wind-entwining blades were drawn from their scabbards.



The battle was about to erupt, but a bellow suddenly rang out from outside, “Li Qingshan, is there something wrong with your legs? How slow do you have to be?!”

Li Qingshan was slightly taken aback. “Why did you return?”

At this moment, Zhuo Zhibo looked back and saw a burly man with a full beard standing several dozen meters away. The aura he gave off and the bronze cannon in his arms made Zhuo Zhibo’s eyes narrow.