Chapter 151: Dragon Vein! The Hunter Venerable
“Boom!”
Zhao Feng sped forward with incredible velocity, covering two to three hundred miles in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, he had arrived at the county town of Huaian—specifically, the very heart of the town: Long Lake.
A red pillar of light emanated from the center of Long Lake.
Hovering midair, Zhao Feng focused intently, a look of shock instantly crossing his face. “Dragon Qi?! There’s actually Dragon Qi here?”
The term "Dragon Qi" held two meanings.
First, it could refer to the essence of a true dragon.
But how could such a true dragon exist within the mortal realm? Even within the immortal sects, true dragons never appeared.
Second, it referred to the energy of the dragon veins.
Countless dragon veins lay hidden beneath the mountains and rivers of the world. These veins formed the earth’s lifelines, much like the meridians of the human body, governing the fate and fortune of their respective regions.
Simply put, dragon veins were the convergences of vital energy.
Zhao Feng stared at the scene before him, his heart overwhelmed with astonishment.
Suddenly, the sounds of combat echoed through the air.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Zhao Feng glanced toward the source, growing even more shocked.
“Li Ting?!”
Indeed, it was Li Ting engaged in battle.
She wore a traditional black stealth suit—loose-fitting yet unable to conceal her graceful figure.
Though her face was masked in black cloth, Zhao Feng, in his Yang Spirit state, recognized her immediately.
She was fighting against hundreds of Wokoku ninjas.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The clash unfolded in midair, their forms invisible, only the sounds of strikes echoing.
“Bang!”
Li Ting suddenly leapt backward, sliding across the water’s surface for some distance.
“Screech!”
She halted abruptly, standing on the water as if it were solid ground.
“Hmph!”
With a delicate yet fierce snort, she declared, “You Wokoku scum dare to steal the Dragon Vein Qi from Dragon Country? Our Li family has guarded these veins for generations—we will never let you succeed!”
“Ke ke ke!”
The ninja leader laughed wickedly.
He appeared frail and hunched, like an old man.
Yet his aura spoke otherwise—this was no ordinary elder.
He wore an even older style of stealth attire and a pair of wooden clogs.
He too stood upon the water’s surface.
The old man chuckled, “Our Onmyoji have sealed the energy field here. No one will know a thing!”
“Hmph!”
Li Ting sneered, “The Li family is already on their way. When they arrive, this will be your graveyard!”
“Tch!”
The old man scoffed, “By the time they get here, you’ll be dead.”
Li Ting tightened her grip on her dagger, her expression beneath the mask darkening.
“Hmph!”
A nearby ninja snorted coldly, “Orion Sage, enough with the chatter! Kill her! Find Zhao Feng!”
At the mention of Zhao Feng’s name, the old man’s face immediately darkened.
Zhao Feng, suspended in the air, understood fully—this old man was the so-called Orion Sage from before.
The Orion Sage’s gaze turned grim, “Zhao Feng, you killed my grandson. I swear you will suffer a miserable death!”
He then looked viciously at Li Ting, “You were there last time too, so you are involved!”
“Pfft!”
Li Ting laughed derisively, “Old fool, your grandson deserved to die!”
“I don’t know why you’ve targeted Zhao Feng, but I can tell you this—you’ve made a grave mistake from the start!”
“Crossing Zhao Feng was your worst decision!”
“Arrgh!”
The Orion Sage roared madly, “Little girl, I’ll tear your mouth apart!”
“Boom! Boom!”
He hurled several shurikens toward her.
“Ding ding!”
Li Ting blocked them with her dagger.
Sparks flew where dagger met shuriken.
The Orion Sage slowly raised his right hand. Hundreds of ninjas in the area tensed, ready to pounce like hunting leopards.
He glared at Li Ting with ruthless intent, “My grandson was only seventeen… sob… now you’ll join him!”
Stepping lightly on the water, the Orion Sage said, “Our Onmyoji have already pinpointed Zhao Feng’s location. I’ve sent men there—I expect news soon.”
“Boom!”
Suddenly, the Orion Sage launched an assault.
Clad in wooden clogs, he leapt upward, spinning in midair as he flung a volley of shurikens.
“Ding ding ding!”
Li Ting raised her dagger to block.
“Boom!”
The Orion Sage attacked again.
He gripped a kunai tightly, while Li Ting wielded a fiery red dagger.
“Ding ding ding!”
Their fierce duel commenced.
“Boom boom boom!”
Around Long Lake, buildings, trees, and the water’s surface swarmed with Wokoku ninjas.
Some sprinted forward, others leapt, all converging upon this spot.
Li Ting’s lovely face grew cold.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
About five hundred ninjas appeared, encircling Li Ting.
She gazed at the ring of foes, her heart sinking.
Slowly, she raised the fiery dagger, prepared to fight to the death.
There was no retreat for Li Ting now.
Her own life mattered little compared to the Dragon Vein.
The Dragon Vein was the lifeblood of a nation’s fortune.
These Wokoku ninjas, aided by Onmyoji, had come to steal the Dragon Vein Qi from Dragon Country. Their intentions were unknown—perhaps even sinister.
Li Ting gripped her dagger tighter.
Suddenly, she spun and leapt fiercely into the air.
“Leaf-Plucking Flying Flowers!”
From her bosom shot countless glints of cold steel.
These were myriad concealed weapons.
“Ding ding ding!!”
“Pew pew pew!!”
Some were blocked by the ninja horde, but many pierced through their bodies.
Some struck necks, some eyes, others hearts.
Yet only a few fell dead from the assault.
The rest of the weapons were intercepted by the Orion Sage.
He sneered darkly, “Little girl, your tricks have run dry!”
Li Ting’s eyes darkened, her face ashen.
After all, she was merely a martial artist.
Martial artists were different from the defiant cultivators.
Martial artists were still human.
If martial artists were human, cultivators were akin to gods.
Human effort could only go so far—how could one defy heaven?
Moreover, those Onmyoji, though called differently, were essentially cultivators.
At this moment, the Wokoku Onmyoji had arranged formidable formations encircling Long Lake.
They intended to seize the Dragon Country’s fate in one fell swoop.
Thus began a war without gunpowder.
Suddenly, Li Ting sprang forward, running atop the water.
“Tap tap tap!”
She fled toward a spot with the weakest defenses.
Seeing her approach, the ninjas in that area leapt up.
Some hurled shurikens; others brandished kunai.
“Ding ding ding!”
Li Ting tangled fiercely with them.
“Bang bang bang!”
“Ding ding ding!”
The battle was a blur of movement—no figures visible, only footprints on the water and sparks in the air.
At last, every ninja in that area lay slain by Li Ting.
With a powerful leap, she prepared to escape.
Ninjas from other areas rushed to join, yet they were too late.
Only one was an exception—the Orion Sage.
In a swift, effortless motion, he appeared before Li Ting.
Yet she smiled coldly, unafraid.
“Just the one I was waiting for!”