The Empress’s Blind Consort: Invincible in Secret

Vol2 – Chapter 41 – Sword Fanatic and Formation Fanatic

The news spread rapidly through the cultivation world. When Meng Qingzhou appeared and single-handedly blocked the invading enemies, it was like a deep-water bomb, quickly spreading far and wide.

At this moment, Meng Qingzhou sheathed his sword and was about to return to Present Village when a sudden, overwhelming killing intent pierced his back like a needle, signaling a great danger.

"There's still an enemy!"

Meng Qingzhou instantly reacted, stopping mid-air and releasing all his Sword Sense, covering a hundred-mile radius. Within this domain, no living being could escape his detection.

"Don't bother looking. I never intended to hide," came an old, laughing voice.

Meng Qingzhou rubbed the hilt of his sword with his thumb and said, "That voice sounds familiar. Are you the Yin-Yang Elder?"

The Yin-Yang Elder, holding an Eight Trigrams formation disk, revealed a corner of his hidden formation and walked out, saying, "Indeed, Pu Lingzi bought me quite a bit of time. His death wasn't entirely in vain."

Meng Qingzhou felt a heavy weight in his heart and took a step back, merging into the river of time and entering a historical snapshot.

"Three Purities One Breath!"

"Unite as One!"

Three avatars merged with Meng Qingzhou, temporarily boosting his strength significantly.

Not only that, but Meng Qingzhou, hidden within the historical snapshot, released streams of Sword Sense of Time and Space, surrounding the Yin-Yang Elder and sealing all paths.

The Yin-Yang Elder smiled serenely, his gaze calm, as if looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He made no move to stop Meng Qingzhou and instead looked at the surrounding Sword Sense with a hint of admiration.

"Sword Sense of Time and Space... You truly are Sword Saint Meng Qin, playing two roles and deceiving the entire world. Impressive."

To the Yin-Yang Elder, Meng Qingzhou was both the Empress' Husband in the palace and the Favorite Minister in court, deliberately toying with the world.

His words were a reminder: I know your secret. If you're smart, don't resist. Surrender quietly! Otherwise, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, we will find you.

At this moment, outside the Imperial Capital, Meng Qingzhou's figure had vanished, leaving only a voice echoing from what seemed like the future:

"Is that so..."

"Then you might have overlooked another possibility. This place is deserted. If I kill you, who would know?"

Hiding within the historical snapshot in the river of time, Meng Qingzhou sighed.

In the end, the villagers of Present Village were implicated. This old bastard dared to threaten him with the lives of innocent villagers!

Playing two roles, wasn't it just saying that Meng Qingzhou was both the live-in son-in-law of the Dongfang family in an obscure village and the renowned Space-Time Sword Saint?

In other words, if he ran, the villagers would suffer. Either surrender or fight, but if he dared to flee, the village would be massacred.

Thinking of this, Meng Qingzhou's anger flared.

Cultivators of Sky State were indeed shameless to the extreme! They all deserved to die!

"What? Deserted?" The Yin-Yang Elder was stunned, scratching his head in confusion. He glanced towards the Imperial Capital, where a dense crowd of civilians and soldiers were watching intently from the city walls and gates...

The Yin-Yang Elder couldn't help but ask, "Are you serious?"

"Of course! Cultivators of Sky State are the epitome of shamelessness. Today, you will die," Meng Qingzhou's voice echoed from the empty void.

Meng Qingzhou thought the Yin-Yang Elder was asking if he was confident in killing him.

The answer was undoubtedly yes!

Whether he could kill him or not was another matter, but he couldn't lose his morale.

The Yin-Yang Elder rubbed his eyes and looked again at the Imperial Capital of Great Jin, confirming he wasn't mistaken. He felt a chill down his spine and muttered, "Could it be I've seen a ghost?"

Then, looking at the colorless and shapeless river of time flowing in mid-air, the Yin-Yang Elder muttered to himself:

"Or perhaps... Meng Qingzhou has gone mad?"

"Tens of thousands of people, and you say it's deserted. It seems you've lost your mind."

"What a pity, such a talented individual."

Meng Qingzhou was about to strike first when he heard these words and paused.

Tens of thousands of people??

Could this old man be crazy? Present Village was deep in the mountains, a remote place with no one around for thousands of miles. Where did tens of thousands of people come from?

"Probably drilled his brain out studying formations."

He began to recall the Yin-Yang Elder's character and plot.

The deputy leader of Beyond the Heavens—Yin-Yang Elder, in the late stage of the Morning Glow Realm, specialized in formations, known as the Formation Fanatic since childhood. Given enough time, he could set up a formation to kill dozens of cultivators of the same realm.

Even Ji Wushuang would be cautious against the Yin-Yang Elder, striving for a quick battle, not giving him time to set up formations.

However, during Meng Qingzhou's battle with Pu Lingzi, the Yin-Yang Elder had already been secretly setting up a grand formation.

So he was extremely cautious, hiding without hesitation in the historical snapshot of the river of time.

"No wonder you could create the unprecedented Swordsmanship of Time and Space at such a young age. Turns out you're a Sword Fanatic," the Yin-Yang Elder said with a sigh.

If it weren't for the Young Master's orders, they might have become friends.

A Sword Fanatic and a Formation Fanatic would surely have many common topics.

What a pity...

"I'll give you one more chance. Surrender willingly, and I'll plead with the Young Master for you. You might even join Beyond the Heavens," the Yin-Yang Elder said, feeling a sense of camaraderie.

The only response he got was:

"Scram!"

Motherfucker, first you propose to my wife, then you threaten the villagers' lives.

And now you want to recruit me?

Too late!

Meng Qingzhou sneered. To him, Dongfang Liuli was just an ordinary person, and Present Village was just a regular village. The only thing that could attract Ji Wushuang was the Space-Time Sword Saint Meng Qin.

Recruitment was a facade; the real intention was to seize the Dao of Space-Time!

"In that case, I'll have to take your corpse back to the Young Master," the Yin-Yang Elder said.

Immediately, the Eight Trigrams formation disk in his palm began to operate on its own, the six lines of Qian and Kun spinning wildly.

In an instant, the sky and earth changed color, and a killing formation covering hundreds of miles revealed itself!

"Fortunately, when you fought Pu Lingzi, I vaguely sensed something like the Dao of Space-Time and modified the formation in advance."

The Yin-Yang Elder's robes fluttered, his long white beard moving without wind. Standing at the center of the killing formation, his aura surged, exuding the demeanor of a grandmaster. He chuckled and said:

"The Dao of Space-Time involves time and space, which are indeed troublesome for ordinary cultivators."

"But unfortunately, you met me. Perhaps this was the Young Master's foresight, preparing in advance."

"I might as well tell you, I specialize in fate and excel in causality formations!"

"Time and space... cannot withstand the power of fate and causality!!"