Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

When the blade of Gu Yan's knife touched Jiang Ran's body, dense knife marks were left on his body, and rays of sunlight could be seen shining through the gaps.

Just like a mirror falling to the ground, it shattered into countless pieces.

This was also the source of Li Sutong's horror.

When the lone goose in his hand swallowed Jiang Ran like a falling star, he suddenly felt that the outcome was decided.

However, the unbelievable fear in the next moment shattered all his pride and confidence, and even the violent blade light in his hand that was several feet long became a little calmer.

Jiang Ran's forehead, neck, chest and abdomen were all shattered into countless pieces like glass, and then scattered into strange spots of light, which were completely dissipated by the remaining blade.

This was the first scene that Li Sutong saw. Immediately afterwards, Jiang Ran, who had "divided into ashes", was pieced together bit by bit from the unknown void, just like rewinding the progress bar of a movie.

Although his face turned as pale as gold paper, there were not many new scars on his body except for his bloody right hand.

The power of the moonlight from the Yingyue Stone in Jiang Ran's arms dissipated completely, and even the Nine Tribulations Qi in his body was consumed into a silky and flossy state, flowing through his body with extreme sluggishness.

"what is that?"

Li Sutong's teeth were all soaked in blood and turned dark red. As he spoke, pieces of internal organs mixed with blood flowed out of his mouth.

There was both resentment and unwillingness in his eyes.

Jiang Ran felt a sweetness in his throat and he forced down the blood in his mouth. Looking at Li Sutong who had forced him to such a point with his mortal body, he gave him some respect.

"The ultimate method, splitting light into shadows."

Li Sutong smiled bitterly, holding up his Lone Goose Knife and barely standing up straight, "Supreme Method? Is it a martial art that can only be seen above the internal strength?"

Without waiting for Jiang Ran to answer, he muttered to himself with great reluctance: "If you were the same age as Yan Yuqing, you would be no more than 20 years old at most. How could you cross the gap between a Grandmaster and a Grandmaster?"

Jiang Ran used the Nine Tribulations Qi to slowly heal his injuries while staring at the Solitary Goose Knife in Li Sutong's hand. Even when the opponent was no longer able to fight, he still remained on guard.

The power of natural talent must be guarded against.

"Aren't Grandmasters and Grandmasters all trapped in internal energy? Is there any point in clinging to these things?"

Jiang Ran shook his head lightly, and with just a few words, he brought Li Sutong, who was in a trance, back to reality.

The elegant gentleman in everyone's eyes was speechless for a moment.

"Twenty-one years ago, I had just comprehended the mysteries of Hua Jin. I was confident of my talent and began to challenge the masters in Qingjiang Province. I won every battle!"

After a while, Li Sutong let out a long sigh, his eyes full of memories.

"Through fighting, my internal strength became stronger and stronger, and I couldn't stop myself. Within three months, I challenged all the sects and schools, showing off my brilliance without knowing how to restrain myself."

"Then, Luo Yanjun, my wife, had her heart meridians broken by someone who used hidden power. Even though I sought out famous doctors, I was still unable to help her. I could only watch her live in agony."

"Twenty-one years, four months and three days ago, in order not to drag me down..."

Li Sutong's voice gradually choked up when he spoke to this point, and for a moment he could not tell whether it was tears or blood in his eyes.

"That night, there was a storm. I buried Yanjun under the magnolia tree with my own hands, and then entered the realm of Grandmaster."

"If Yanjun doesn't commit suicide, the Grandmaster's internal energy will be able to protect her heart meridians... But if Yanjun doesn't commit suicide, I won't be able to enter the Grandmaster realm..."

"Coincidentally, twenty-one years later, Yanjun's only son died in your hands."

Li Sutong kept coughing, and the look he gave Jiang Ran was still filled with murderous intent, but he could no longer lift the lone goose in his hand.

"If you were only at the Grandmaster level, you would have no chance of survival like a lone goose falling under a star. But you managed to break through the barrier of internal strength, leaped over the dragon gate like a fish, and soared into the sky, entering a more profound realm of martial arts."

"I can't save Yanjun, and I can't kill you."

Li Sutong asked with a sad smile, "Can you tell me why God always plays tricks on us like this?"

Jiang Ran's eyes moved and he lowered his eyes to look at Yan Shui, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long while, he responded with a sigh of empathy.

"Six hundred years is a dream, two hundred years is a drizzle. I taught her the Falling Plum Blossom Sword Technique. She searched for me all her life and never met me again until she died."

"Only a sixty-year difference, what a twist of fate."

"Human life is to heaven and earth what the sun and the moon are to the universe. The stars move for ten thousand years, and their reflection on the world is nothing more than a speck of snow on a plum blossom sword or a gust of wind under a magnolia tree."

Upon hearing this, Li Sutong's dejected eyes involuntarily met Jiang Ran's deep pupils.

Although he didn't quite understand the deeper meaning of some of Jiang Ran's words, he could clearly see the same loneliness and desolation in his eyes as himself.

They are fellow travelers with a deep blood feud.

"I would like to be taught."

"Li Sutong, the Lone Goose Blade."

Li Sutong used all his strength to raise the Lone Goose Sword that was stuck on the ground, and pointed the blade, which was less than a foot long, at Jiang Ran.

"Please die."

His voice was no longer as crazy as before, but became gentle and elegant, but the resolute tone remained unchanged.

Jiang Ran calmly watched Li Sutong raise his sword and slash forward with an indomitable and happy smile.

He stood in place with one hand hanging behind his waist, raised the bloody hand, pointed his elbow back, and pointed his fingers like a sword, like thunder, and when he slowly chopped down the knife, it hit Li Sutong between the eyebrows.

An invisible force penetrated from the back of Li Sutong's head, and the determination in his eyes slowly disappeared. Before it completely dissipated, it turned into a longing that had not faded for twenty-one years, four months, and three days.

As he fell on his back, the gentle voice echoed around him for a long time.

"I picked the flowers and sent them to you at dusk. How can I bear to look for you year after year?"

"The magnolia tree remains unchanged in color year after year, and its fragrance lasts forever... I present this to you."

The sound of Li Sutong falling to the ground was too clear in the silence, and all the wealthy people from Qingjiang Province who were present became fools.

They had originally planned to wait and see what decision Yan Weiguo would make today and adjust their attitude towards the Yan family in the future.

No one expected that Li Sutong would actually take action against the Yan family, and no one expected such an extremely embarrassing situation to occur.

There was silence for only a moment, and then the most eye-catching woman in the red dress and Lin Siting, who was struck by lightning, rushed over at the fastest speed after the dust settled.

As soon as she stepped within ten feet of Jiang Ran, Lin Siting felt her heart beating much faster. Although the sharpness remaining in the air had dissipated, it was still difficult for ordinary people to remain calm.

She ignored Zhu Shao's shouts and the pressure from Jiang Ran, staggered and fell to the ground, staring blankly at Li Sutong who was lying on his back on the ground, his body soaked in a pool of blood, and suddenly she was overwhelmed with grief.

"Mr. Sutong!"

"Li Sutong." Ignoring the pungent smell of rust, she knelt beside Li Sutong, closed his eyes in a daze, and then kept calling his name.

"Li Sutong, wake up... I won't bother you anymore, okay?"

When Yan Yuqing saw her like this, although she had no sympathy in her heart, she still felt a little scared.

If it was Jiang Ran who lost today, then... No, no, no. As soon as this thought came to her mind, she shook her head vigorously, thinking that he had already won, and these thoughts would not be valid.

thump—

Just as Yan Yuqing withdrew her gaze, she heard a muffled sound. She glanced sideways and saw Jiang Ran half-sitting on the ground, supporting himself with his hands. His bloody palms were frightening to look at.

Her eyes suddenly became sparkling.

"Jiang Ran!"