Nightfall Chapter 61

In the blink of an eye, in the air around the carriage in the rain at Chao Mansion’s main gate, there were fourteen feathered arrows like lightning. These feathered arrows flew past Chao XiaoShu’s side, piercing through the densely packed raindrops, and strangely avoiding the tall and sturdy coachman’s interception at the coachman’s seat. Then the fourteen arrows whistled shooting through the carriage’s curtain into the hollow compartment.

Inside of the carriage, Xiao KuYu frowned, his already extremely distressed ancient appearance now seemed even more haggard. Staring at the empty space in front of him, the seemingly boundlessly endless Enchanter power in his body filled the carriage, unexpectedly making the inside of the compartment fill with a light scent of orchids; in the bit of air like orchids was a very strange scene.

The lightning-like arrows outside of the carriage, once they came forward to this old and powerful body, it was as though they entered a relatively still space, instantly losing all of their speed and becoming like a still, dead object!

Fourteen feathered arrows were unexpectedly strangely still, floating in the air – not one was able to touch the plain clothing on his body. One of the feathered arrows floating in the air inside of the carriage was less than three inches away from Xiao KuYu’s brow – two arrows were immobile in front of him, and even more feathered arrows were suspended motionless in front of his hands!

The still arrows fell to the ground as light as feathers, just like the rainwater outside of the carriage, and even more like tender, soft leaves struck down by rainwater. If they were even sharper arrows, once the speed bestowed by the yellow hardwood poplar bow and the wound tendon bowstring was lost, they then lost all of their lethality, and like trash, they fell down at Xiao KuYu’s feet.

But because of responding to the fourteen lightning-like arrows, even Xiao KuYu who was powerful within the military, had his psyche unavoidably affected a bit. The Enchanting power controlling the energies of heaven and earth all around showed a slight gap.

To a person like Chao XiaoShu, any gap of the enemy was his chance. He felt the layers of binding on his heart loosen some, the tens of thousands of prickling pains on his Sea of Qi weakened a bit. Only visible was him clearly yelling; his blue robe flapped the rain, and his rolled sleeve flew – his whole body becoming like a fallen leaf, floating towards the carriage!

That tall and sturdy driver on the coachmen seat hollered, and that whip made of some unknown material suddenly lashed out. Within the rough clothing, was an extremely dark-earthly yellow light that was at first hidden – very clearly he was a warrior.

At the side of an old and ailing Great Enchanter in a frightening realm, inevitably he would have a powerful, fierce bodyguard. Even Ning Que was able to think of this, Chao XiaoShu naturally wouldn’t miscalculate.

One whip strike lashed out, and wind and rain parted. The completely wet robe on Chao XiaoShu was blasted by a strong wind making whooshing sounds, but now his body had already become like a fallen leaf, and extremely softly and easily he evaded. His right hand’s index and middle finger directed the sword in the air, the sword stabbing towards the close-quarters guarding coachman. With his fingertips forward, within the chaotically blown raindrops appeared a single white line.

The coachman again yelled, and the returning whip drew a circle in the air that smashed it to bits, waiting to again brandish the whip for when Chao XiaoShu came, but he was interrupted by violent pain in his belly.

His widened eyes looked downwards, only seeing an ordinary plain blade, deeply imbedded into his stomach!

In the rain, Ning Que who had the whole while been madly rushing, clearly knew that the Great Enchanter inside of the carriage and the coachman atop the driving seat were both practitioners, but his steps didn’t have the slightest hesitation; just that he was just a little later than Chao XiaoShu in getting to the carriage. Then in the very first turn, he made his way under the two steeds, avoiding that close-quarters guard’s gaze, discarding the arrows and drawing the blade.

When he was underneath the horses’ bellies, his right hand tightly held onto the blade, but it was from the rear of the horses’ hips, from the carriage’s shaft slantingly piercing upwards that this sinister blade’s strike precisely avoided the enemy’s possible soft armor, deeply stabbing into the other’s belly!

The blade entering the belly wasn’t a fatal wound. Ning Que with his face expressionless flipped his wrist, the blade twist and turned, and instantly the innards of the carriage driver’s belly into a mess of paste.

The driver seeing those non-stop twisting motions of the blade in his belly, his face had an expression of appalled despair, his throat making gurgling sounds. The metallic blade rinsed by rainwater many times was an ice-cold piece, but he felt it was incomparably burning.

Ning Que at the moment wasn’t in the mood to enjoy the dying expression of his opponent. With his palm resting on the cart shaft, he agilely flipped up, charging from the close-quarters bodyguard’s side over with Chao XiaoShu’s figure closely following charging to kill into that mysterious carriage.

The carriage’s curtain rose, and the cold and bitter spring rain went inside.

Chao XiaoShu’s face was pale, his eyes bright. One wave of his hand parried Xiao KuYu’s direct attack with a cane.

Xiao KuYu’s expression suddenly changed, gathering all of his Enchanting power, he wanted to directly shoot this troublesome JiangHu person to death.

Ning Que went through in between Chao XiaoShu’s knees. With a muffled groan he suddenly knelt down, and the sharp blade in his hand firmly pierced through the bottom of Xiao KuYu’s foot.

Xiao KuYu howled painfully like an old animal about to die. Because of the massive pain in the bottom of his feet, his meditation was again interrupted, but his two old palms like dried up twigs already fanned open, about to strike!

Without any expression, Chao XiaoShu ruthlessly crashed into the old man’s chest. The one crash, scattered all of the opponents condensed enchanting power – turning his hand over he pulled out a dagger from his own boot, and ruthlessly stabbed it into his opponent’s neck!

Pu!

One stab.

Two stabs.

Three stabs.

Fourteen stabs.

Chao XiaoShu knelt at Xiao KuYu’s gaunt body, his left hand pressing rock-hard against his right shoulder, his right hand holding a sharp dagger stabbing without stopping. His face didn’t have a shred of emotion, blood sprayed onto his blue robes, changing them into vague, dark red-colored flowers.

Until finally the old man’s neck was attached by only a thin layer of flesh, such that even if Lord Clear Sky would have no way to revive him, did he then put away the dagger in his hand, slowly standing up inside of the carriage. …… ……

The other carriage in the alley had the whole while not moved, the whole while quietly stopped in the boundless spring rain. Whether it was the very beginning of the slaughter, the bitter battle inside of Chao Mansion, or even that core-shocking beheading of the Enchanter in the alley, none made the slightly fat youngster in the carriage move. He just quietly looked at his own finger like lotus roots, as though entranced.

In the cultivating world, there were several publicly recognized rules. An Enchanter in the same realm could sweep a Sword Master or Talisman Master of the same realm, just like at North Mountain Crossing Elder Lu QingChen could safely overwhelm that expelled disciple from the Academy, but the final result of this battle was a bit surprising.

“Both were top levels within the Mysterious Cavern realm, a Great Swordmaster was actually able to kill an Enchanter, truly making people quite not understand. But Chao XiaoShu you were truly amazing. In a battle between cultivators, unexpectedly you won forcibly striking out a wide and rich scent of metal and blood.”

Despite the slightly fat young person being young, he was already consecrated by the Prince’s Mansion. In his heart he silently praised and lamented Chao XiaoShu’s fierce liveliness, but in his eyes there was still the free and uncaring overtone. Before he disdained to get involved, but he believed that as long as he acted, no matter how strong Chao XiaoShu and that other fellow that he hadn’t seen were, there was only a road to death.

Because he was…. Wang JingLue, unrivaled under Fateseekers.

“Let’s go, let me send this legend of ChangAn’s underworld on his last journey.”

Wang JingLue calmly rubbed his smooth, fat, soft finger, and spoke with a slight laugh. His words were full of strong confidence, and even a bit of undisguised excitement. Each time before killing someone truly powerful, he was always very excited.

The carriage didn’t move, and no one replied to his order. Wang JingLue slightly frowned. He stretched his wide forehead, making several difficult to discern lines, and squinted his eyes. Separated by the thick carriage curtain, he sensed all the fluctuations of energy around the carriage, but couldn’t discover anything unusual, and didn’t notice that someone was spying.

Inside and outside of the carriage was a deathly stillness. Only the pitter patter sound of rain accompanied. This young power known as peerless under the Fateseeker realm, in his heart birthed intense alarm, but felt that this kind of alarm had no cause. He calmly sat inside of the carriage, and was silent for a long time, listening to the sound of rain outside of the carriage, then suddenly stretched out his hand tearing off the heavy curtain of the carriage.

The corner of the carriage’s curtain rose, and suddenly that piece of curtain drifted out lightly floating, floating five feet away, then falling lightly floating onto the ground.

Wang JingLue squinted his eyes watching that curtain corner in the distant rain. His right finger slightly shot out, and the carriage’s curtain in front of him again swept up – then without the slightest incidence it again split, turning into a piece of cloth in the rainwater.

It seemed that near the carriage was an invisible blade.

There was no sensation of any other cultivator’s fluctuations of Enchanting power, only that within the energies of heaven and earth around the curtain were being sliced apart instantly with a few extremely subtle changes. If he wasn’t a powerhouse within the Tang Dynasty’s younger generation, perhaps even those slight changes in the energies of heaven and earth would be impossible to detect.

Thinking of some possibilities, Wang JingLue’s face became slightly paler.

After a while, in the end arrogance prevailed over this unknown fear. With a muffled yell, the ten fingers of his chubby hands burst open like a white-lily with excessive nourishment, and powerful fluctuations instantly invaded from inside the carriage to the outside, jolting all the carriages windows and doors open. Immediately he clearly recited enchantments, wanting to swoop out of the carriage.

Then in the next instant his body extremely pathetically stopped, becoming like a stone carving in the rain.

The whole alley had already turned into another world. His action of trying to break through the envelopment directly led to a dangerous state within the energies of heaven and earth. The accumulated rainwater on the limestone tiles on the ground began to violently tremble; from time to time, leaping in the sky and then falling, just like the wild dance of men and women during the Spring Festival of the Da He Kingdom!

And the night sky above the alley turned into a magical workshop of Lord Hao Tian – all of the falling raindrops from the night sky, all turned into irresistibly sharp little blades!

Countless raindrops turned into countless irresistibly sharp blades, falling from the night sky, falling onto the carriage in the alley, falling onto the planks of the compartment. The planks shattered into tiny pieces; falling onto the carriage shaft – the shaft turned into wood dust; falling onto the two horses in front of the shaft, the horses cried like they had never cried before and instantly were sliced into meat paste by the raindrops!

Tens of thousands of spring raindrops fell into the alley, and everything in the rain around the carriage was smashed and splintered into bits. Very strange was that the rain that fell onto the carriage were truly as soft as spring rain, falling onto Wang JingLue’s pale cheeks, without leaving a single scratch.

Amidst the rain, Wang JingJue looked strangely pathetic, miserably sitting on the barely surviving board of the carriage. The clothing on his body had long been soaked, and his almost net-like hair hung weakly onto his forehead. He raised his head a bit disappointedly towards the falling rain of the night sky, and his body began to uncontrollably violently shake, unknowably from the cause of cold or fear.

With difficulty he lowered his head towards the four alleys around him in the night scene, watching the dancing rain on the ground of the alley, seeing that four alleys and the rainwater formed a faint “Water well” (井) character. His pale lips slightly trembled, muttering to himself he said, “Water well character?”

The rainwater dripped down from the wet hair on his forehead – Wang JingLue in absolute fear turned his head, searching for a trace of an enemy in the rainy night. His ordinary arrogance had long turned into despair and dread; he suddenly coughed violently, leaned over, and using his hand to heavily slap the rain at his side, he cried like a small child being bullied, saying, “Impossible! Why would there be a Rune Master!

Who drew this rune!” …… ……