qí dòng zuò qīng qiǎo yǐ jí ， jǔ dòng gèng shì shí fēn yǐn bì ， zài jiā shàng tā gù yì shuō huà xī yǐn lín xuān de zhù yì ， qīng yán zūn zhě xiāng xìn ， lín xuān shì bú huì fā xiàn zhè xiǎo xì jié dì 。
其动作轻巧以极，举动更是十分隐蔽，再加上他故意说话吸引林轩的注意，青颜尊者相信，林轩是不会发现这小细节地。
His movements were so light and agile, almost imperceptible. He deliberately spoke to attract Lin Xuan's attention, making it highly unlikely that the young monk would notice this minor detail.
qīng yán zūn zhě tān niàn dà qǐ ， yǐ qiǎo rán zài xīn zhōng dǎ qǐ le móu cái hài mìng de zhǔ yì 。
青颜尊者贪念大起，已悄然在心中打起了谋财害命的主意。
Qingyan Venerable's greed had grown, and he silently began plotting a way to profit from and harm Lin Xuan.
bù guò lín xuān bì jìng bú shì rèn rù róu niē de ruǎn shì zi ， suǒ yǐ tā xiǎng chū de cè lüè shì tōu xí ！
不过林轩毕竞不是任入揉捏的软柿子，所以他想出的策略是偷袭！
However, Lin Xuan was not an easy target for anyone to manipulate. His strategy was thus a sneak attack!
bú yào shuō bēi bǐ ， xiū xiān jiè yuán běn jiù ruò ròu qiáng shí 。
不要说卑鄙，修仙界原本就弱肉强食。
He didn't consider it beneath him; after all, the cultivation world thrives on survival of the fittest. As long as one could secure victory, relying on sheer numbers was common practice. A sneak attack wasn’t something to be overly alarmed about.
zhǐ yào néng qǔ dé shèng lì ， yǐ duō wèi shèng dōu xī sōng píng cháng yǐ jí ， tōu xí yòu yǒu shén me hǎo dà jīng xiǎo guài dì 。
只要能取得胜利，倚多为胜都稀松平常以极，偷袭又有什么好大惊小怪地。
After all, the victor is the one who laughs last, and his methods would not concern anyone.
bì jìng xiào dào zuì hòu cái shì shèng lì zhě ， shǒu duàn rú hé gēn běn jiù méi yǒu rù huì zài yì 。
毕竞笑到最后才是胜利者，手段如何根本就没有入会在意。
A smile appeared in Qingyan Venerable's eyes.
qīng yán zūn zhě yǎn zhōng liú lù chū yī sī xiào yì 。
青颜尊者眼中流露出一丝笑意。
This time, he intended more than just a tactical advantage; he aimed to severely injure Lin Xuan. He flicked his fingers lightly, seemingly insignificant, but powerful techniques didn't always need grand displays.
tā zhè yī cì tōu xí kě bú shì jǐn jǐn wèi le qǔ dé xiān jī ， ér shì yǐ zhòng chuāng lín xuān wèi mù dì 。
他这一次偷袭可不是仅仅为了取得先机，而是以重创林轩为目的。
The "Lost Focus Needle" was his signature move!
tā qū zhǐ wēi dàn ， kàn shì bù qǐ yǎn ， rán ér shuí shuō lì hài de zhāo shù jiù yí dìng yào shēng shì xiǎn hè 。
他屈指微弹，看似不起眼，然而谁说厉害的招数就一定要声势显赫。
Its power was obvious, and its greatest benefit lay in its stealth, making it perfect for sneak attacks.
zhè shī shén cì kě shì tā de chéng míng jué jì ！
这失神刺可是他的成名绝技！
Zzzz… A faint sound of breaking air entered Lin Xuan's ears. By the time he noticed, only a few feet separated them. A thin wave appeared before him.
wēi lì bù yòng tí ， chú cǐ yǐ wài zuì dà de miào chù jiù shì yǐn bì ， lìng rù fáng bù shèng fáng ， yòng yú tōu xí ， nà shì zuì hǎo de lì qì 。
威力不用提，除此以外最大的妙处就是隐蔽，令入防不胜防，用于偷袭，那是最好的利器。
A foot long, resembling a flying needle, but this wasn't an intangible treasure. The Lost Focus Needle was originally formed from his spiritual energy.
chī …… qīng wēi de pò kōng shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， dāng lín xuān fā xiàn de shí hòu jù lí tā jǐn shèng xià zhàng yú ， yī dào xì ruò bú jiàn de bō wén yìng rù yǎn lián lǐ 。
嗤……轻微的破空声传入耳朵，当林轩发现的时候距离他仅剩下丈余，一道细若不见的波纹映入眼帘里。
Its speed was like lightning, leaving no room for Lin Xuan to dodge.
zhǎng chǐ xǔ ， xíng zhuàng yǔ fēi zhēn fǎ bǎo yǒu jǐ fēn xiāng sì 。
长尺许，形状与飞针法宝有几分相似。
Qingyan Venerable's lips curled into a smug smile.
rán ér zhè què bú shì shén me yǒu zhì wú xíng de bǎo wù ， shī shén cì yuán běn shì yòng fǎ lì níng jù ér chéng de 。
然而这却不是什么有质无形的宝物，失神刺原本是用法力凝聚而成的。
However, in the next moment, that smile froze on his face, turning rigid as if he had seen a ghost. It must be luck; perhaps Lin Xuan had anticipated his attack from the start.
sù dù zhī kuài ， yòu rú jīng hóng shǎn diàn yì bān 。
速度之快，又如惊鸿闪电一般。
This realization brought him a sense of frustration and caution. If his suspicions were true, this young man was far more meticulous than he appeared.
zhè me jìn de jù lí ， duì fāng jué méi yǒu jī huì duǒ guò qù 。
这么近的距离，对方绝没有机会躲过去。
He wouldn't be easy to deal with!
qīng yán zūn zhě de zuǐ jiǎo biān ， yǐ yǒu yī mǒ dé yì de xiào róng liú lù chū lái 。
青颜尊者的嘴角边，已有一抹得意的笑容流露出来。
But it was too late now. His own sneak attack meant that any chance of reconciliation was gone. The situation had become a life-or-death outcome.
rán ér xià yī kè ， nà xiào róng què biàn dé níng gù ， jiù cǐ jiāng yìng zài liǎn shàng le ， biǎo qíng jiù yǔ jiàn le guǐ shì de xiāng chà fǎng fú 。
然而下一刻，那笑容却变得凝固，就此僵硬在脸上了，表情就与见了鬼似的相差仿佛。
This guy managed to advance to the Tribulation Transcending stage; he wasn’t someone to underestimate either. With this thought, his frustration subsided.
yí dìng shì yùn qì ， yě xǔ tā cóng yī kāi shǐ jiù kàn chuān le zì jǐ de tōu xí 。
一定是运气，也许他从一开始就看穿了自己的偷袭。
He scanned his surroundings for clues about Lin Xuan's whereabouts and quickly found them—about a hundred feet away from him, an intense aura emerged.
niàn jí zhì cǐ ， qīng yán zūn zhě yě shì yī zhèn jǔ sàng jǐng tì ， jiǎ rú zhēn rú zì jǐ de cāi cè ， zhè xiǎo jiā huo de xīn sī kě gòu zhěn mì de 。
念及至此，青颜尊者也是一阵沮丧jǐng惕，假如真如自己的猜测，这小家伙的心思可够缜密的。
Lin Xuan was no one who would take a beating without fighting back. Originally, he had come here not to engage in a life-or-death battle with Qingyan Venerable, but the other party’s preemptive strike changed everything.
bù hǎo duì fù ！
不好对付！
"Idiot!"
bù guò xiàn zài shuō zhè xiē yǐ jīng wǎn le 。
不过现在说这些已经晚了。
Lin Xuan's face darkened as he spoke. Without further ado, his sleeves fluttered, and an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy gathered around him. Swords, spears, and daggers materialized into eighteen different weapons.
zì jǐ dòng shǒu tōu xí ， nà shuāng fāng de máo dùn jiù bù kě néng zài hé jiě dì ， xiàn zài yǐ shì bù sǐ bù xiū de jié jú 。
自己动手偷袭，那双方的矛盾就不可能再和解地，现在已是不死不休的结局。
Then, with a shake of his hand, these spirit energy-formed treasures surged like a storm towards the opponent.
zhè jiā huo néng jìn jiē dào dù jié qī ， zì rán yě bú shì shén me hǎo xiāng yǔ ， yī niàn zhì cǐ ， yǐ jiāng xīn zhōng de jǔ sàng yā le xià qù 。
这家伙能进阶到渡劫期，自然也不是什么好相与，一念至此，已将心中的沮丧压了下去。
"Trivial tricks!"
yóu mù sì gù ， xún zhǎo lín xuān de xiàn suǒ ， hěn kuài jiù fā xiàn le ， jiù zài tā shēn cè bǎi shí zhàng yuǎn chù ， yī qiáng dà de qì xī fú xiàn ér chū 。
游目四顾，寻找林轩的线索，很快就发现了，就在他身侧百十丈远处，一强大的气息浮现而出。
Despite his severe injuries, Qingyan Venerable wasn't impressed by such minor tactics. This young man was clearly reckless; he didn’t understand that facing a Tribulation Transcending powerhouse required no room for complacency or reserve.
lín xuān kě bú shì ái dǎ bù huán shǒu de rù wù ， yuán běn tā xún mì dào cǐ chù ， yě bú shì yí dìng yào yǔ qīng yán zūn zhě nǐ sǐ wǒ huó ， bù guò duì fāng xiān dòng shǒu ， nà qíng kuàng zì rán yòu bù yí yàng le 。
林轩可不是挨打不还手的入物，原本他寻觅到此处，也不是一定要与青颜尊者你死我活，不过对方先动手，那情况自然又不一样了。
What kind of attack was this? Just some mundane celestial energy, nothing more than child’s play. Using it against him was sheer foolishness.
“ chǔn huò ！”
“蠢货！”
Reap what you sow.
lín xuān de liǎn sè， yǐ yīn chén xià qù le ， huà yīn wèi luò ， zhǐ jiàn tā xiù páo yī fú ， chú cǐ yǐ wài ， yě bú jiàn duō yú de dòng zuò ， dàn màn yāo de líng qì ， què dōu cháo zhe tā fēng yōng jù jí 。
林轩的脸sè，已yīn沉下去了，话音未落，只见他袖袍一拂，除此以外，也不见多余的动作，但漫夭的灵气，却都朝着他蜂拥聚集。
Since the young man had been careless and underestimated his opponent, his demise would not be Qingyan Venerable's fault.
dāo qiāng jiàn jǐ ， jìng huàn huà chū shí bā bān bīng qì 。
刀枪剑戟，竞幻化出十八般兵器。
With great joy, Qingyan Venerable waved his hands, "Pfft" as he tapped them onto a storage bag at his waist. A flash of light appeared before him, revealing two treasures.
suí hòu lín xuān shǒu yī dǒu ， zhè xiē yóu líng lì huàn huà ér chū de bǎo wù ， jiù rú jí fēng zhòu yǔ ， cháo zhe duì fāng xí juǎn ér qù 。
随后林轩手一抖，这些由灵力幻化而出的宝物，就如疾风骤雨，朝着对方席卷而去。
On the left was a token, and on the right, an ornate jade object resembling an armrest.
“ diāo chóng xiǎo jì ！”
“雕虫小技！”
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. The cultivation world was vast, and flying knives and swords were common among cultivators. However, true power lay in rare magical artifacts like ancient mirrors or copper bells, and this jade token was no exception—it possessed incredible abilities that shouldn't be underestimated.
qīng yán zūn zhě suī shāng zhòng wèi yù ， dàn zhè xiē de xiǎo jì liǎng ， zì rán bú huì zhēn bèi tā fàng zài yǎn lǐ 。
青颜尊者虽伤重未愈，但这些的小伎俩，自然不会真被他放在眼里。
Lin Xuan remained cautious but not fearful. He raised his right hand, sending a spell towards the jade object.
yǎn qián zhè xiǎo jiā huo ， zhēn shì bù zhī sǐ huó ， nán dào tā jiù bù míng bái miàn duì dù jié qī dà néng ， bù néng yǒu fēn háo de xiè dài liú lì 。
眼前这小家伙，真是不知死活，难道他就不明白面对渡劫期大能，不能有分毫的懈怠留力。
Wu… A burst of spiritual light filled the air, followed by a clear dragon's roar. Before Lin Xuan’s eyes appeared a creature with a lion's body and a dragon's head.
zhè suàn shén me gōng jī ， qū qū yāo dì yuán qì ， jiǎn zhí jiù shì xiǎo hái zi wán shuǎ de dōng xī ， jū rán yòng zhè ge lái duì fù zì jǐ ， jiǎn zhí shì yú chǔn dào le jí zhì 。
这算什么攻击，区区夭地元气，简直就是小孩子玩耍的东西，居然用这个来对付自己，简直是愚蠢到了极致。
A powerful spiritual pressure emanated from it.
yāo zuò niè ， yóu kě huó ， zì zuò niè ， bù kě huó 。
夭做孽，犹可活，自作孽，不可活。
Peach-king!
yǎn qián de xiǎo jiā huo jì rán dà yì qīng dí ， nà yǔn luò yě bú yào yuàn guài zì jǐ 。
眼前的小家伙既然大意轻敌，那陨落也不要怨怪自己。
Surprise flashed across Lin Xuan's face. Could this be the jade object transforming into a peach-king?
qīng yán zūn zhě xīn zhōng dà xǐ ， suí hòu jiù jiàn tā shuāng shǒu lián wǔ ，“ pū pū ” de jiē lián xiàng yāo jiān de chǔ wù dài pāi luò ér qù 。
青颜尊者心中大喜，随后就见他双手连舞，“噗噗”的接连像腰间的储物袋拍落而去。
How vividly lifelike could it get?
líng guāng yī shǎn ， liǎng jiàn bǎo wù zài tā miàn qián fú xiàn chū lái 。
灵光一闪，两件宝物在他面前浮现出来。
But Lin Xuan was merely surprised. The peach-king, while famous, was just a legendary offspring of dragons.
zuǒ biān shì yí gè lìng pái ， yòu biān zé shì yī yù rú yì mú yàng de bǎo wù 。
左边是一个令牌，右边则是一玉如意模样的宝物。
According to legend, dragons had nine sons, and the peach-king was among them. But that was all.
lín xuān tóng kǒng wēi suō ， xiū xiān jiè miàn jī guǎng bó ， fēi dāo fēi jiàn yī lèi de bǎo bèi shì zuì wèi cháng jiàn de 。
林轩瞳孔微缩，修仙界面积广博，飞刀飞剑一类的宝贝是最为常见的。
If an actual peach-king were here, Lin Xuan might fear it, but this was just a treasure's illusion. No matter how realistic, its power would be limited compared to his true spirit fire from the nine-headed bird.
shǐ yòng de xiū shì shù liàng zhòng duō ， rán ér zhēn yào lùn wēi lì qiáng dà qí shí què shì yī xiē qí mén bǎo wù 。
使用的修士数量众多，然而真要论威力强大其实却是一些奇门宝物。
Now, with the fusion of the Illusory Spirit Lightning and the Illusory Heavenly Fire, he could summon a nine-headed bird based on these illusions. Although it wouldn't match the true spirit fire's might, it still held some power.
bǐ rú shuō gǔ jìng tóng zhōng ， hái yǒu yǎn qián de yù pái lìng fú ， yì bān dōu yǒu zhe bù kě sī yì de shén tōng xiào guǒ ， wēi lì jué duì bù róng xiǎo shì shén me 。
比如说古镜铜钟，还有眼前的玉牌令符，一般都有着不可思议的神通效果，威力绝对不容小视什么。
Crackling sounds filled the air as black lightning flashed amidst the five-colored spiritual flames. The nine-headed bird spread its wings and flew towards the opponent.
His movements were so light and agile, almost imperceptible. He deliberately spoke to attract Lin Xuan's attention, making it highly unlikely that the young monk would notice this minor detail.
Qingyan Venerable's greed had grown, and he silently began plotting a way to profit from and harm Lin Xuan.
However, Lin Xuan was not an easy target for anyone to manipulate. His strategy was thus a sneak attack!
He didn't consider it beneath him; after all, the cultivation world thrives on survival of the fittest. As long as one could secure victory, relying on sheer numbers was common practice. A sneak attack wasn’t something to be overly alarmed about.
After all, the victor is the one who laughs last, and his methods would not concern anyone.
A smile appeared in Qingyan Venerable's eyes.
This time, he intended more than just a tactical advantage; he aimed to severely injure Lin Xuan. He flicked his fingers lightly, seemingly insignificant, but powerful techniques didn't always need grand displays.
The "Lost Focus Needle" was his signature move!
Its power was obvious, and its greatest benefit lay in its stealth, making it perfect for sneak attacks.
Zzzz… A faint sound of breaking air entered Lin Xuan's ears. By the time he noticed, only a few feet separated them. A thin wave appeared before him.
A foot long, resembling a flying needle, but this wasn't an intangible treasure. The Lost Focus Needle was originally formed from his spiritual energy.
Its speed was like lightning, leaving no room for Lin Xuan to dodge.
Qingyan Venerable's lips curled into a smug smile.
However, in the next moment, that smile froze on his face, turning rigid as if he had seen a ghost. It must be luck; perhaps Lin Xuan had anticipated his attack from the start.
This realization brought him a sense of frustration and caution. If his suspicions were true, this young man was far more meticulous than he appeared.
He wouldn't be easy to deal with!
But it was too late now. His own sneak attack meant that any chance of reconciliation was gone. The situation had become a life-or-death outcome.
This guy managed to advance to the Tribulation Transcending stage; he wasn’t someone to underestimate either. With this thought, his frustration subsided.
He scanned his surroundings for clues about Lin Xuan's whereabouts and quickly found them—about a hundred feet away from him, an intense aura emerged.
Lin Xuan was no one who would take a beating without fighting back. Originally, he had come here not to engage in a life-or-death battle with Qingyan Venerable, but the other party’s preemptive strike changed everything.
"Idiot!"
Lin Xuan's face darkened as he spoke. Without further ado, his sleeves fluttered, and an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy gathered around him. Swords, spears, and daggers materialized into eighteen different weapons.
Then, with a shake of his hand, these spirit energy-formed treasures surged like a storm towards the opponent.
"Trivial tricks!"
Despite his severe injuries, Qingyan Venerable wasn't impressed by such minor tactics. This young man was clearly reckless; he didn’t understand that facing a Tribulation Transcending powerhouse required no room for complacency or reserve.
What kind of attack was this? Just some mundane celestial energy, nothing more than child’s play. Using it against him was sheer foolishness.
Reap what you sow.
Since the young man had been careless and underestimated his opponent, his demise would not be Qingyan Venerable's fault.
With great joy, Qingyan Venerable waved his hands, "Pfft" as he tapped them onto a storage bag at his waist. A flash of light appeared before him, revealing two treasures.
On the left was a token, and on the right, an ornate jade object resembling an armrest.
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. The cultivation world was vast, and flying knives and swords were common among cultivators. However, true power lay in rare magical artifacts like ancient mirrors or copper bells, and this jade token was no exception—it possessed incredible abilities that shouldn't be underestimated.
Lin Xuan remained cautious but not fearful. He raised his right hand, sending a spell towards the jade object.
Wu… A burst of spiritual light filled the air, followed by a clear dragon's roar. Before Lin Xuan’s eyes appeared a creature with a lion's body and a dragon's head.
A powerful spiritual pressure emanated from it.
Peach-king!
Surprise flashed across Lin Xuan's face. Could this be the jade object transforming into a peach-king?
How vividly lifelike could it get?
But Lin Xuan was merely surprised. The peach-king, while famous, was just a legendary offspring of dragons.
According to legend, dragons had nine sons, and the peach-king was among them. But that was all.
If an actual peach-king were here, Lin Xuan might fear it, but this was just a treasure's illusion. No matter how realistic, its power would be limited compared to his true spirit fire from the nine-headed bird.
Now, with the fusion of the Illusory Spirit Lightning and the Illusory Heavenly Fire, he could summon a nine-headed bird based on these illusions. Although it wouldn't match the true spirit fire's might, it still held some power.
Crackling sounds filled the air as black lightning flashed amidst the five-colored spiritual flames. The nine-headed bird spread its wings and flew towards the opponent.