Shifu Is So Strong, He Can't Possibly Die — Very Well, Then You Can Die
Shifu Is So Strong, He Can’t Possibly Die — Very Well, Then You Can Die
“Impossible. Shifu is so powerful, how could he possibly have fallen there? This must be fake, impossible...”
“I don’t believe it. I’m going to find Shifu.”
At Celestia Holy Land, Yao Yao’s little face was pale, her eyes red and swollen, her whole expression lost and distraught. Her small hands gripped her sleeves tightly, ice-cold, unable to believe that the rumors she had heard were true.
Within the Sky Pool of Death, her incomparably powerful Shifu was suspected to have fallen?
Beside her, Grandma Yin Hua wore an expression of bitterness and helplessness, equally unable to believe any of it.
Because the impression that Exalted Immortal had left on her was simply too profound.
That unfathomable terror, that confidence in every gesture and movement.
How could an existence like that possibly fall?
But the news she had heard these past days, along with the Jade Pendant the Exalted Immortal had left Yao Yao cracking apart...
All of these things, without exception, confirmed the truth of the news.
And so, her bitterness only deepened.
“Yao Yao, the Exalted Immortal may not have truly fallen. It’s only suspected. They were very far away at the time—no one actually saw him truly fall there...”
Grandma Yin Hua then spoke up, comforting Yao Yao, hoping she wouldn’t be too heartbroken.
But even she herself didn’t quite believe these words as they left her mouth.
Though no one had witnessed it with their own eyes.
That heaven-shaking, terrifying phantom before the eyes of the masses—unless one was blind, who could have failed to see it?
Her saying this was nothing more than clinging to a sliver of wishful hope.
Hearing these words, Yao Yao’s little face remained deathly pale, and at this moment she nearly couldn’t keep her footing.
“Wuwuwu...”
Then, tears welled up from her eyes, falling like pearls from a broken string, utterly unstoppable.
“Shifu, he’s so powerful, there’s no way he could die... He promised Yao Yao, he said he wouldn’t abandon Yao Yao...”
She murmured, her mind replaying the days she had spent with Shifu during this time.
How he had saved her and Grandma from the Black Storm Gang.
How he took her as his disciple and taught her cultivation techniques.
How he led her through ancient city after ancient city, across Mystic Mountains and Forbidden Areas one after another...
That man who was so endlessly gentle with her had given her boundless warmth and peace, letting her understand the many beauties of this world.
Magnificent mountains and rivers, brilliant lantern lights, gentle breezes and calm clouds, white snow and spring sunshine.
How could he just be gone like this?
Just abandoning her like this?
At this moment, Yao Yao felt her vision going dark.
She refused to believe any of this was real.
“Why did Shifu go to the Sky Pool of Death when he knew how dangerous it was...”
“This was all planned by Jiang Yang in advance. He was the one who told Shifu about it. And Shifu, even knowing all this, still went.”
“He must have had some unavoidable reason... I won’t let Jiang Yang get away with this!”
Then, Yao Yao calmed down, wiping away her tears, as if she had suddenly grown up a great deal.
She had decided—she would go to the Sky Pool of Death to search for Shifu.
If he was alive, she would see him; if he was dead, she would see his body.
She refused to believe that someone as powerful as Shifu would truly fall within it.
Hearing Yao Yao’s decision, Grandma Yin Hua was utterly shocked and incredulous, but from Yao Yao’s expression, she saw resolve.
“Sigh... if the Exalted Immortal knew, he certainly wouldn’t let you put yourself in danger...”
She shook her head and sighed.
She understood that the current Yao Yao was already completely different from the little girl who used to hide behind her whenever bandits appeared.
She had become more mature and sensible, and no one could stop her now.
“Grandma supports you. The Exalted Immortal treated you so well—now that something this big has happened to him, how could we just sit by and do nothing?”
Then, a trace of gratification appeared in Grandma Yin Hua’s smile.
And even she failed to notice that the moment Yao Yao made this decision, faint peach-petal patterns appeared between her brows, glowing brilliantly before quickly fading away.
Yao Yao’s entire being gained an ethereal, otherworldly aura, as if she could ascend and fly away at any moment.
During this period, the events at the Sky Pool of Death swept across the entire Sky Domain like a storm.
Countless forces and Cultivators were shocked and horrified, unable to imagine that such a monumental event had actually occurred.
That mysterious Exalted Immortal who had casually annihilated the Mystic Mountains had, in the end, rushed to the Sky Pool of Death and was suspected to have fallen within.
That day, blood-red light soared into the heavens, illuminating the sky beyond the Sky Pool of Death, accompanied by a terrifying phantom that struck fear and palpitations into countless hearts, battling there in a cataclysmic war.
In that battle, many Cultivators personally witnessed the Exalted Immortal’s figure being torn to pieces, his aura finally vanishing within.
This news was simply too horrifying.
The news of a divine phenomenon appearing at the Sky Pool of Death had shaken all directions, drawing numerous forces and Cultivators to rush over—but now, that place carried an even more terrifying atmosphere.
Even the sky itself seemed to have turned blood-red.
Even the Exalted Immortal had bled and fallen there.
If they went, could they compare to that Exalted Immortal? In the end, they would probably only die even more miserably.
For a time, many Cultivators and living beings beat a retreat, hastily evacuating the Sky Pool of Death, not daring to linger there any longer.
Even if a divine treasure had emerged, one still needed to be alive to claim it!
This incident directly made the Sky Pool of Death a thousand, ten thousand times more terrifying than any Forbidden Area!
Within a radius of ten thousand li, no living being or Cultivator dared approach ever again.
...
“What a foolish and arrogant fellow. Did he think he was invincible just because he came to the Overworld? In the end, wasn’t he still trapped and killed by me at the Sky Pool of Death...”
Meanwhile, within a vast and magnificent mountain range of towering ancient trees.
On the road of a remote little town, Jiang Yang—his expression calm, dressed in a long robe—was smiling. Hearing the news transmitted from all directions, he couldn’t help but remark as such.
His expression was one of absolute confidence, the very picture of having everything under control.
In his eyes, this was exactly how things were supposed to unfold.
After all, this was his scheme against Gu Changge.
So what if his power was immense?
Wasn’t he still killed by the trump cards Jiang Yang had left behind?
In Jiang Yang’s eyes, Gu Changge was incomparably conceited, styling himself as someone from the Beyond, exuding contempt and indifference toward the beings of the Overworld, caring for nothing.
Therefore, the moment he heard that a divine treasure had emerged from the Sky Pool of Death, Gu Changge was bound to rush there at the first opportunity. Even if he knew it was an open trap, he wouldn’t care.
Jiang Yang knew Gu Changge’s temperament, which was why he was so certain.
As someone from the Beyond, with Gu Changge’s breadth of knowledge, he was bound to know just how precious the thing within the Sky Pool of Death was—making it all the more impossible for him to give it up.
Even knowing full well that a pit of fire likely lay ahead, he would still have to jump in.
Moreover, there was no way Gu Changge could know that the Sky Pool of Death was actually connected to Jiang Yang—that many of the trump cards within had been personally arranged by him back in those years.
To put it bluntly, aside from Jiang Yang himself, any other living being who dared carelessly set foot in the Sky Pool of Death had only one path: death.
Gu Changge was naturally no exception.
“That Exalted Immortal... was actually trapped to death by Jiang Yang...”
Behind Jiang Yang, Zhao Yi, who was playing the role of a sword-carrying maid.
Hearing these words, her eyes suddenly went wide with utter shock, monstrous waves surging in her heart.
She truly never imagined that Jiang Yang’s few short sentences back then, those few instructions, had actually trapped and killed that mysterious, powerful Exalted Immortal at the Sky Pool of Death.
Such terrifying, unfathomable methods made her back run cold, and she couldn’t suppress a shiver.
At the same time, her awe and reverence for Jiang Yang rose several levels higher.
Jiang Yang was simply too inscrutable!
That Exalted Immortal’s terrifying might was still vivid in her memory, yet in the blink of an eye, he had already fallen within the Sky Pool of Death.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yi couldn’t help but sigh with emotion. Although Jiang Yang’s cultivation couldn’t compare to that Exalted Immortal’s, these methods of his were far more terrifying than cultivation.
“A mere Exalted Immortal—hardly worth mentioning.”
Noticing her expression, Jiang Yang smiled faintly. In his words, he had long since stopped taking Gu Changge seriously, tossing him completely to the back of his mind.
In his eyes, Gu Changge was already a dead man.
Judging by the news that had come, even if he wasn’t dead yet, he soon would be. How could those methods of his be something an ordinary person could withstand?
Gu Changge had previously humiliated him by relying on his profound cultivation.
Jiang Yang still remembered that grudge. He was no petty man, but some debts simply had to be repaid.
Especially since Gu Changge had stood in his way.
“Not finishing him off with my own hands—that’s become one of my regrets...”
Jiang Yang shook his head slightly, quickly casting the thought aside.
In his past reincarnations, he had actually encountered quite a few enemies like Gu Changge, and their endings had been much the same as his.
Either killed by his own hand, or dealt with by his many trump cards—none able to hinder him in the slightest.
And what he had to do next became much simpler.
“This generation’s Successor of Mortal Palace is quite the cautious one. Even the meeting location is so far from Celestia Holy Land. Just how much do they fear that so-called Exalted Immortal?”
Soon, three days later, Jiang Yang brought Zhao Yi along, crossing numerous mountain ranges before finally arriving at the agreed-upon location.
It was a valley, seemingly boundlessly vast, surrounded by towering, majestic mountains, ancient trees reaching for the sky, vines interweaving.
In the middle of the valley lay an emerald-green lake like jade.
Upon arriving here.
Jiang Yang’s brows furrowed involuntarily—somehow, this place gave him a sense of danger.
For an existence like him, his trust in such vague, premonitory sensations was almost instinctive.
“Could something unexpected happen?”
Jiang Yang frowned inwardly, though he had brought certain things with him on this trip away from Celestia Holy Land, so he didn’t pay it much mind.
He had experienced far too many things.
Even if something unexpected occurred, he was confident he could settle it.
“I’ve arrived. Come out.”
Then, he spoke indifferently, sweeping his gaze toward the mountain range ahead.
He had already sensed fluctuations of aura coming from there.
Clearly, the one who had invited him here was within.
And as Jiang Yang’s words fell.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Figures materialized from all directions, each clad in golden armor, flowing with precious radiance, their blood qi powerful, their killing aura astonishing.
“People from the Beyond.”
“How is this possible...”
Noticing the special aura fluctuations on these people, Zhao Yi’s expression couldn’t help but change. She never expected that Jiang Yang had come here to meet people from the Beyond.
Just what kind of identity did Jiang Yang have?
Moreover, at this moment, Jiang Yang remained calm and composed, not the least bit surprised, which shocked Zhao Yi even more.
Jiang Yang’s origins were likely far more frightening than she had imagined.
“Where is the master behind you all?”
Jiang Yang didn’t care in the slightest about the Beyond origins of these Golden Warriors before him, saying indifferently, “Have her come out and meet me. Going through all this trouble, yet being so wary—what is the meaning of this?”
The language he spoke came from the Beyond, not from this world.
Fortunately, Zhao Yi’s cultivation was strong enough that she could understand what he was saying—otherwise, she would have been utterly baffled at this moment.
“Our master is at the lakeside pavilion. We must ask you to come in person, Your Excellency.”
The leading Golden Warrior carried a trace of scrutiny in his expression, looking Jiang Yang up and down, inside and out, as if to confirm everything, before finally speaking.
Hearing this, Jiang Yang’s brows furrowed. His coming in person was already giving them tremendous face, yet at this point, she still wouldn’t come out to greet him?
This stirred displeasure in his heart.
Though on the surface, he maintained his indifferent expression, revealing nothing.
In his view, this generation’s Successor of Mortal Palace was likely harboring pride, her temperament somewhat arrogant and untamable, unwilling to submit to him just like that.
Thinking this, Jiang Yang instead figured out the source of that faint unease he had sensed earlier.
Perhaps today’s matters wouldn’t be so simple.
But he didn’t mind teaching the current Successor of Mortal Palace a lesson, letting her understand a principle—how seniority and hierarchy came to be, and how the Mortal Palace came to be.
“I hope she won’t regret today’s disrespect when the time comes.”
Jiang Yang said indifferently, then brought Zhao Yi along, following behind the group of Golden Warriors toward the lakeside pavilion.
As for the strange, peculiar expressions of the Golden Warriors around him, Jiang Yang paid them no mind.
By now, he had also figured out why the current Successor of Mortal Palace wanted him to come to such a remote place.
Rather than visiting Celestia Holy Land openly.
Every move was extremely covert, revealing not the slightest ripple.
Wasn’t this precisely the sign of someone harboring rebellious intent?
Soon, Jiang Yang saw the figure waiting at the lakeside pavilion.
Though her face was veiled, it could not conceal her peerless, immortal beauty. Her expression was calm and profound, her temperament incomparably transcendent and otherworldly, carrying a peerless air of standing above all living beings.
She was sizing him up with a peculiar expression.
It was none other than Yue Mingkong, who had been laying preparations here for a long time, planning to catch a turtle in a jar.
She hadn’t expected that after finally testing it out and sending that letter, Jiang Yang would actually believe it—leaving Celestia Holy Land to come keep the appointment.
Though there were some puzzling and confusing points.
It didn’t affect Yue Mingkong’s intent to kill Jiang Yang in the slightest.
And so... she had laid an Inescapable Net here, a thousand times greater than when she had schemed against Ye Ling last time.
No matter how heaven-defying Jiang Yang’s methods were, even if he didn’t die this time, he would still have a layer of skin stripped off.
“So this is the current Successor of Mortal Palace? No wonder she would do something like this.”
As Jiang Yang sized up the figure in the lakeside pavilion, he felt a measure of understanding.
He had always been an accurate judge of people.
From her temperament alone, he knew exactly what kind of disposition this peerless woman before him had.
Most likely, she was unwilling to submit to him just like that.
So Jiang Yang didn’t mind much. He had encountered quite a few women with such untamable temperaments before, and he knew how to make them submit.
“You are Jiang Yang?”
And just as these many thoughts flashed through Jiang Yang’s mind.
The woman in the lakeside pavilion also spoke, her voice like the music of the heavens, yet laced with icy killing intent.
“I am Jiang Yang,” Jiang Yang said with an indifferent expression. “Which is to say, the person you’ve been looking for all along.”
“And you are this generation’s Successor of Mortal Palace?”
To frankly reveal his identity at this moment—wasn’t that itself a display of his confidence, utterly unconcerned with the other party’s intentions?
“Very well. Then you can die!”
However, upon hearing this, Yue Mingkong’s delicate brows merely furrowed slightly, and she didn’t answer him.
Then, along with those words of hers.
She suddenly waved her sleeve, her expression cold to the extreme.
Rumble rumble rumble!
Vast, terrifying pressure surged from all directions, blood qi billowing, blotting out the sky and covering the sun, boundlessly immense.
From every part of the mountain range, numerous Golden Warriors descended like a flood, suddenly charging in for the kill.