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“It’s just that I wonder how the battle eventually ended?”
He rose into the air, hovering above the small island, surveying the surrounding sea surface, “Sadly, this place is completely surrounded by the sea, and it is very hard to determine-what route did junior apprentice-sister Sikong take when leaving the island?”
Yan Zhaoge pondered for a moment, striking downwards with a palm.
The tiny island instantly began shaking intensely, breaking apart right from the middle, before finally began to sink downwards into the sea.
Moving about the surrounding area for a bit longer, Yan Zhaoge tried to see if there was anything else he could discover, but didn’t gain anything in the end.
Shaking his head, Yan Zhaoge chased over in the direction in which Ouyang Qi, Ah Hu and Pan-Pan had just left.
The Immortal Crane Wings expanded behind his body, his speed swift as the wind and fast as lightning.
Leaving the territory of the Water Domain controlled by Jade Sea City and arriving in the Outer North Sea, one would immediately feel that the situation had become complicated and chaotic.
Here, there was seldom any order, with it being the haven of outlaws.
Here, a person’s background and identity had the least use, because one’s opponent would very possibly be used to such a way of life: I’ll get drunk today if there’s wine today; be it a day or a year, I’ll just be happy whenever I can.
In such an environment, what was most reliable was one’s own strength.
Luckily, while the people here were generally lawless, most of them were amply experienced, also having better discernment abilities, not taking the initiative to provoke those who they could not afford to offend.
However, there were always those blind ones who collided straight into Yan Zhaoge.
In the end, their robbery failing, they were instead robbed by Yan Zhaoge, then slaughtered and thrown into the ocean to feed the sharks.
After catching up with Ah Hu, he saw Ah Hu smiling at him, “Young Master, I feel that this kid is intentionally drawing us around in circles.”
“Then I’m even more interested,” Yan Zhaoge chuckled, “Under such an environment and surroundings, he can still bring us around for a ride, not letting us find junior apprentice-sister Sikong. Looking from it the opposite way, he can confirm where junior apprentice-sister Sikong is, therefore able to evade successfully.”
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 359: Capture
HSSB359: Capture
The sea was vast, but this couldn’t hinder Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu.
Black streams of water appeared around Pan-Pan, shrouding him as it formed a barrier which kept the seawater at bay as he strode onto the sea with Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu on his back.
Yan Zhaoge surveyed their surroundings, “Junior apprentice-sister Sikong should still be somewhere in the vicinity.”
Ah Hu’s spiritual sense locked onto Ouyang Qi, the smile on his face a little savage, “Young Master, since it’s confirmed that there’s something wrong with this kid, let’s just take him down.”
Yan Zhaoge stroked his lower chin, “It’s unknown whether he has any relation to Old Man Mo. I remember that the Verdant Pill Island that Old Man Mo resides in is in the intersecting area between the Outer North Sea and the Outer East Sea.”
While Old Man Mo had not founded a clan, he had many disciples under him, just that all of them were like him, seldom getting involved in worldly affairs, keeping an extremely low profile.
Old Man Mo was detached from the world, living beyond the seas.
However, if one thought that this old man had a good temper, that would be a great mistake indeed.
The treasured ink of old man Mo was famed throughout the world, but what stood alongside his ‘ink paintings’ were his ‘blood paintings’!
Killing people like hanging a picture-as the fresh blood of the enemies killed by Old Man Mo was touched by his martial true intent, it would be transformed into bloodstained ink, with the heavens and earth as the canopy and blood as the medium, the marks remaining within nature, not dissipating in a long time.
Thinking about Old Man Mo’s great strength, Ah Hu shrunk back his neck.
While his Young Master had Broad Creed Mountain behind him, first not saying that they were currently facing off against the Sacred Sun Clan, even if they had any manpower to spare, if they offended and infuriated Old Man Mo on his own territory here, they would be destined to suffer a loss, with there even not being a place to complain to should they be killed.
If it was that girl who had battled with Sikong Qing, fighting would still have been acceptable. Sikong Qing was a Broad Creed Mountain disciple, and even if the opponent was of Old Man Mo’s lineage, Broad Creed Mountain would also guard its own disciple.
However, while this Ouyang Qi appeared very strange, he currently hadn’t revealed any sense of animosity towards Broad Creed Mountain.
Under such a circumstance, if the other party was of Old Man Mo’s lineage and Yan Zhaoge captured him on his own volition, it would appear as though he was just randomly provoking Old Man Mo.
Provoking a Martial Saint—in the current Eight Extremities World, this was not a minor thing.
Even if Old Man Mo did not react immediately, allowing Yan Zhaoge to return safely to the Water Domain and through it the mainland, gaining Broad Creed Mountain’s protection, Old Man Mo would be rendered helpless , also being pushed towards the side of the Sacred Sun Clan.
The Sacred Sun Clan would be laughing even in their dreams.
At this point, Ah Hu could only feel that his teeth hurt a little as he could only temporarily discard the idea of capturing Ouyang Qi back.
But after pondering for a moment, Yan Zhaoge said, “Right, Ah Hu, go capture him.”
Ah Hu was stunned, “Young Master, this is in the case of…”
Seated in the meditative position on Pan-Pan’s back, hands pressed down on knees, Yan Zhaoge nodded, “Just do it; it’ll be fine.”
Hearing his words, Ah Hu spoke no further, leaping upwards and out from the sea, resembling a ferocious tiger spreading its wings, soaring through the horizon as he shot towards Ouyang Qi.
Yan Zhaoge pressed his knees down with his elbows, palm on his lower chin as his eyes were temporarily unfocused, many issues currently occupying his brain.
But after just a bit, Ah Hu was already returning to his side with Ouyang Qi in tow.
“Young Master, this kid’s strength is not ordinary. At the same cultivation level, let alone capture him alive, even obtaining victory over him should take quite some effort.”
Ah Hu smacked his lips, saying, “It feels like even though his strength at the same cultivation level is inferior to Miss Sikong’s, the distance is also very limited.”
Yan Zhaoge nodded, now saying to Ouyang Qi, brought before him, “Hi, we meet again.”
Ouyang Qi snorted, “I don’t know how I have offended your Broad Creed Mountain, for the Broad Creed Young Master to treat me like this?”
While his words could still be considered polite, the doubt and mockery contained within was very obvious.
Martial practitioners traversing the area beyond the seas seldom bore much goodwill towards the six great Sacred Grounds, their fear of them also being somewhat lower.
Yan Zhaoge smiled calmly, “Currently, you still don’t seem to have offended my clan or offended me with any specific actions.”
“However, there are some questions that I would like to ask.”
“The first question is-are you a descendant of the Painting Saint’s lineage?” Yan Zhaoge asked neither hurriedly nor slowly.
Hearing his words, Ouyang Qi’s gaze flickered slightly, but he did not speak.
It was instead Ah Hu by the side whose face seemed slightly bitter as he sent over a sound transmission via aura-qi to Yan Zhaoge, “Young Master, the martial art he displayed earlier seemed to be the Light Rainbow Sword.”
The Light Rainbow Sword,
a martial art of after the Great Calamity, having been created by the Golden Rainbow Sword Saint from referencing and merging some pre-Great Calamity martial legacy within his own true martial intent.
It had also been famous once, as one of the elite sword arts that had appeared in the Eight Extremities World following the time of the Great Calamity.
However, it had been lost for a long time afterwards.
The Painting Saint Old Man Mo himself had not displayed this martial art.
However, one of the known disciples of Old Man Mo, ‘Collapsing Sea Long Rainbow’ Tan Xing, had gained his fame with this sword art.
Therefore, those of the Eight Extremities World knew that this long lost sword art had reappeared once more thanks to Old Man Mo.
In having displayed this martial art, Ouyang Qi had inevitably exposed his own identity.
As Ah Hu saw it, the worst case scenario had appeared, that of Ouyang Qi precisely being a descendant of Old Man Mo’s lineage.
Hearing his words, Yan Zhaoge instead smiled as he appraised Ouyang Qi all over, “Light Rainbow Sword ah, so it really is someone of the Painting Saint’s lineage. I wonder how you are related to ‘Collapsing Sea Long Rainbow?”
Ouyang QI was silent for a moment before he finally said, “That is my Grand Master.”
Yan Zhaoge nodded, “I have also long heard of Senior Tan’s famed name.”
Ouyang Qi remained silent as he looked at Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhaoge asked, “The second question is; my fellow disciple-where is she now?”
Ouyang Qi asked, “How could I possibly know.”
Ah Hu stared, greatly curious as he looked at Ouyang Qi who actually appeared to be breathing slightly more quickly in guilt.
Could it be that he had stolen the Light Rainbow Sword to learn? Or perhaps run out after having made a mistake? Or might he already have been expelled from whence he had come?
Yan Zhaoge said casually, “You definitely know, or maybe you have just forgotten it. That’s fine; we can head to Verdant Pill Island. I believe you will be able to remember very easily there.”
Not only did Ah Hu stare wide-eyed at this, even his mouth unconsciously widened as he was temporarily rendered speechless.
His Young Master, having captured someone else’s disciple, was still preparing to head to that someone’s home on his own accord?
However, what left Ah Hu stunned was the fact that Ouyang Qi’s face turned rather dark upon hearing those words as he answered after a while, “Your fellow disciple is around three hundred and fifty kilometres west of here, but I cannot be certain of her exact position.”
Yan Zhaoge nodded satisfiedly, “It is already enough. See, isn’t this good.”
Saying thus, he patted Pan-Pan, the group turning to head west.
Ah Hu’s gazed moved continuously between Yan Zhaoge and Ouyang Qi as he silently asked via sound transmission, “Young Master?”
Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly, “As long as we don’t kill him, it’ll be fine. Comparatively speaking, he hopes even less for his seniors to know of this matter.”
Turning to gaze into the distance, Yan Zhaoge said softly, “After seeing junior apprentice-sister Sikong, we should be able to confirm more things.”
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 360: Seeing many different versions of herself
HSSB360: Seeing many different versions of herself
By Ouyang Qi’s words, Yan Zhaoge’s group headed west.
Being within a certain proximity of one another, fellow disciples of Broad Creed Mountain had an easy communication method, now allowing Yan Zhaoge to confirm Sikong Qing’s position.
On the great sea, Sikong Qing sat on the back of a sea beast, their bodies bobbing up and down along with the tides.
Yan Zhaoge glanced at that sea beast, seeing that it was a type raised by Jade Sea City that was used for travelling within the great sea.
It had probably been given to her by those of Jade Sea City, Song Chao, Li Jingwan and the others, when they had parted ways earlier on.
Before Yan Zhaoge’s group had come near, her eyes originally having been closed in meditation, Sikong Qing opened her eyes, looking over in their direction.
Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge raised his brows slightly as he looked at the Ouyang Qi beside him with an expression which seemed as though he was smiling whilst also not.
Ouyang Qi was silent.
Seated on Pan-Pan, Yan Zhaoge and the others neared Sikong Qing and that sea beast.
After carefully appraising Sikong Qing with a glance, Yan Zhaoge leapt onto that sea beast, coming behind Sikong Qing before he extended a hand and pressed it on her back, “Your injuries are not light ah.”
Sikong Qing nodded, “There was still someone chasing me. Therefore, I hurried all the way, not having the time to treat my injuries.”
Whilst speaking to Yan Zhaoge, Sikong Qing was instead staring at Ouyang Qi, restricted by Ah Hu atop Pan-Pan.
Having always appeared cold and aloof, Sikong Qing’s face was currently a complex mix of emotions, confusion, wariness, closeness and other things all appearing on her face.
Ouyang Qi was similarly looking at Sikong Qing, remaining silent as his gaze too was complex.
While one of them was male and the other female, as the two identical faces came before each other, the surrounding air grew somewhat heavy.
“I already know the general gist of the matter,” After glancing at Ouyang Qi, Yan Zhaoge asked Sikong Qing, “He can feel your approximate position, and you should also be able to feel his, right?”
Sikong Qing answered, “That’s right; as long as I am within five hundred kilometres of him, I will be able to feel it.”
She paused for a moment before continuing, “It was also like this for the one I fought previously.”
Yan Zhaoge asked, “You said just now that there was someone pursuing you; who was this?”
Sikong Qing replied, “This person is different from them. We did not meet, but I unwittingly happened to hear someone mention that that person who is looking for me has a very high cultivation base, very possibly being an Essence Spirit Martial Grandmaster.”
Yan Zhaoge swivelled his head, asking Ouyang Qi, “Your Master?”
Ouyang Qi did not reply.
Yan Zhaoge’s palm remained on Sikong Qing’s back as he felt her injuries, “Indeed caused by the Fire Evil Spirits of the Five Elements Spirits Palm.”
The Fire Elements Spirits Palm was a martial art of before the Great Calamity. This was the first time following that that it had appeared within the Eight Extremities World.
Divided by the five elements into five routes of palm arts: gold, wood, water, fire and earth.
The Gold Evil Spirits were fierce, extremely tough and sharp, proficient in head-on attacks.
The Wood Evil Spirits were straightforward, breaking unordinary with ordinary, breaking intricate with simplicity, specifically used to deal with the slick fighting methods of others.
The Water Evil Spirits were light and agile, exactly the opposite of the Wood Evil Spirits as it targeted the gaps of the defences in others, specifically used to win higher cultivation opponents in a subtle, intricate manner.
The Earth Evil Spirits were stable, dense and heavy, proficient in defence.
The final Fire Evil Spirits stance was an all-out attack with one’s determination of taking along their enemy down with them even in death.
First not mentioning the state of the enemy afterwards, in executing the Fire Evil Spirits, a martial practitioner would have to bear immense risks, suffering grave injuries. However, the might of this stance was indeed extremely great, all one’s power unleashed in a single attack, being ferocious and violent to the extreme.
It was not inferior in any way as compared to to the supreme martial art, the Heaven Flooding Tide, of the Water Domain’s Jade Sea City.
Sikong Qing said, “She couldn’t beat me, therefore wanting to risk it all. In the end, she was slain by me
, but I was also wounded by her.”
As she spoke of this opponent, Sikong Qing’s expression was slightly strange.
While it was not as much as for Feng Yunsheng, the sword in Sikong Qing’s hand had definitely seen blood before, having reaped quite a few lives, especially in this time’s tempering experience on the seas whereupon she had killed all the way over.
It was just that the opponent whom she had slain this time was clearly a little different from the rest.
With Yan Zhaoge’s help, Sikong Qing very quickly regained her breath, her injuries no longer pressing as she just needed to rest peacefully for a time.
Yan Zhaoge retracted his palm, Sikong Qing standing as she opened her accompanying Shadow Shrinking Pouch.
A female corpse appeared before Yan Zhaoge. Looking over carefully, Yan Zhaoge saw that this girl’s appearance was indeed no different from Sikong Qing’s.
If one were to say that due to gender differences, there were still some slight differences from Ouyang Qi, this foreign girl’s appearance was completely identical to Sikong Qing’s.
The only difference lay in their clothing. Clothed in the same garb and standing alongside Sikong Qing, there was no one who would be able to distinguish between them.
The other party was also a late outer aura Martial Scholar, her body greatly tempered. For those of her cultivation base, even with their death, their bodies would not decompose for a long time.
However, with a bloodied hole having been opened in her chest by Sikong Qing, her fleshly body had already been damaged, such that her qi and blood would very quickly begin to deteriorate and rot.
An Ice Soul was placed upon this girl’s forehead, as Sikong Qing explained, “This is a coincidental gain of my journeying this time, able to suppress a person’s corpse from rotting.”
She looked somewhat disturbedly at that face that was already pale and without colour, looking at which was as though she was looking at her reflection in a mirror.
“She set up a formation for ambush, wanting to capture me alive. Having just happened to receive a treasure from Jade Sea City’s Senior Sister Li earlier, I used it to break her formation, then clashed with her, who wasn’t able to match me.”