Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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The sky turned dark as ink, and the storm raged on.

The rain, which had started as a drizzle, intensified rapidly, with the raindrops becoming larger and falling faster.

The Sky Piercing River swelled up, with waves crashing against the banks, flooding the fields and wastelands outside the city.

Lord Chen and others on the city gate tower looked towards the battlefield by the Sky Piercing River in the distance, feeling a sense of confusion in their hearts.

They could no longer understand the direction of this battle.

They were hoping that Qiao Pian, who came alone from outside the city, might be able to intervene in this siege and stop the battle, maybe even defeat the Feather King and allow Lord Chen and others to chase and attack the Feather King Army without their leader.

But now, Qiao Pian jumped up and, to the shock of the defenders, leaped into the sky and disappeared?

"Master, something is wrong." The solemn voice of a nearby general interrupted Lord Chen’s thoughts.

"The rain is getting heavier, and the water level of the Sky Piercing River is rising. It might cause a flood…"

"A flood? It’s not the flood season for the Sky Piercing River. How could there be a flood?" Lord Chen focused his gaze and realized that the water level had silently risen much higher than when he last checked, now overflowing the embankment.

"Master, what should we do?" the general asked again.

Lord Chen frowned, not answering immediately.

They thought Qiao Pian’s arrival had turned the tide of the siege, but now a new crisis emerged with the rising tide of the Sky Piercing River.

Linhe City is the largest city in Southwest Province, located next to Sky Piercing River. In the city, there are dikes and walls to prevent flooding and protect the city from being submerged.

With his years of experience as the lord of the city, he realized that this flood seemed somewhat unnatural, and couldn’t help but blurt out:

"Hmm… Let’s pray to the Cat Power Immortal and the Yunxiao Sect immortals for good weather."

The commanding officer he consulted was momentarily speechless.

When he looked back towards the city, he saw that the rainwater had already flooded the streets and alleys.

He thought that without the city lord’s command, many households must be praying for good weather as well…

………………………………..

Next to Sky Piercing River.

Feather King Qin Li, covered in blood, sat alone by the river, listening to the roaring waves, his mind swirling like turbulent waters.

If you say she felt nothing in her heart at this moment, it would be false.

Feather King Qin Li and Qiao Mu, obviously chose two different ways of dying.

Her choice was based on a feeling of redemption, trying to die as a stepping stone, a way of dying that she considered more valuable.

And as for the Qiao family member’s choice….

Challenging the inhuman, clearly leads to certain death, especially when both sides are already heavily injured, how could they have the strength to continue fighting? Ultimately, it would be in vain.

In her final moments, how should she choose to die?

As the defeated Feather King, being killed by the Kingslayer; or perhaps taking a last stand with Qiao Pian?

Qing Li fell into contemplation, due to her injuries and loss of blood, her mind gradually dulled, and her vision started to blur.

At this moment, she suddenly heard urgent yet familiar shouts from a distance, breaking her thoughts:

"Your Majesty, Feather King!"

"Your Majesty, Feather King…"

She looked up.

In the distance, a group of soldiers on horseback was charging towards them, led by Jade Carp, the heart of her army.

Seeing Feather King defeated, Jade Carp was solely focused on rescuing him with her troops, and she galloped towards them.

By now, the rain was pouring heavily. As Jade Carp rode closer, a thunderous roar was heard.

Suddenly, the riverbank dam collapsed with a deafening sound. A surge of water rushed like a dragon, and in no time, Qing Li, sitting alone by the Sky Piercing River, found herself surrounded by water, turning into a small isolated island.

The flood was roaring, and the horses were too scared to approach. Jade Carp and her companions could only watch from afar and call out to Qing Li on the riverbank.

Qing Li stared at the rushing water around her, suddenly waking up from her daze.

When she looked up again, she saw a sudden flood rushing towards Linhe City, while the soldiers of the Feather King Army outside the city were already retreating to the small hill.

"This flood…"

Qing Li looked up at the gloomy sky, remembering Qiao Mu’s figure leaping into the clouds just now, her pupils shrinking slightly.

"Yunxiao Sect?" She looked up at the sky, a flash of lightning passing by from the sky, her mind also flickering like lightning, briefly puzzled on her face.

The battle outside Linhe City was originally a carefully planned show for her.

The "death of the Feather King" gave birth to the Kingslayer… this was her final struggle.

But from the looks of this flood now…

Whether it’s a stepping stone, Kingslayer, Feather King Army, or Linhe City… they all will be submerged in this flood.

All her struggles and plans, before the Immortal Gate, ultimately ended in vain, all efforts flowing away like water.

Boom!!!

Another thunder roared through the sky.

Between the dense dark clouds, dozens of lightning snakes slithered towards a point in the sky, converging to form a dazzling ball of light in an instant.

The sudden brightness was as bright as a small sun illuminating the sky like daylight, causing Qing Li, Lord Chen, and others to look up involuntarily.

The dazzling ball of light suddenly exploded, releasing crimson energy and countless sparks of lightning.

These sparks of lightning fell like raindrops into the rushing flood, creating vortexes of powerful currents, making the water flow even more swiftly and violently.

Amidst the flashing lightning, a half-charred figure fell from the sky.

"Is that… Qiao Pian?" Lord Chen suddenly felt extreme fear in his heart.

"Who is Qiao Pian fighting against? This sudden storm and flood seem unnatural. Is someone else behind this mischief?"

"Feather King was defeated by him, but now he is struck by lightning, half of his body charred, in such a sorry state?"

A flash of green light, a figure soared into the sky like a hawk.

Qiao Mu, with half of his body charred, was falling down, but was caught by Qing Li’s vibrating wings and arms, floating in midair.

"Feather King?" Qiao Mu opened his eyes.

"Mr. Qiao, there is no Feather King in this world anymore," Qing Li said slowly.

"In this final battle of my life, I prefer to die as ‘Qing Li’," she said.

She looked deeply at Qiao Mu, her voice slightly emotional.

"People only talk about Qiao family members valuing loyalty over life and death, but they don’t see the depth beneath Mr. Qiao’s rough exterior."

"The words by the riverbank were not meant to insult me. They were a wake-up call, breaking the invisible chains in my heart, igniting the fighting spirit of a martial artist within me, becoming your wings?"

"No, the main reason is that I don’t have wings," said Qiao Mu, the atmosphere destroyer.

He carefully observed and noticed that the way he was held by Qing Li’s arms was a bit like a princess carry, not manly enough, so he kindly asked:

"Can I ride on your head?"

Qing Li: ….

Although she was puzzled, she spread her wings and let Qiao Mu straddle her back.

Now transformed, she was over two meters tall, with wings on her back and carrying a person on her back didn’t seem to be much of a problem.

"… Mr. Qiao is obviously proficient in the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps, the world’s top light skill that can ascend to the sky," Qing Li returned to the previous topic.

"No matter how good the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps are, it’s still not as flexible as having wings. If there were wings, there would be a few more chances of winning," Qiao Mu replied.

"Mr. Qiao is joking," Qing Li said solemnly.

"Both of us are badly hurt now, and with me being a half-disabled paper man, how can we win? Mr. Qiao is so confident and open, why hide it?"

"Actually, I wanted to try the feeling of riding on top of the admired Feather King, and I wanted you to be my steed… no, my wings."

Qing Li: ?

Even though the conversation was a bit off track, she spoke sincerely from her heart, while the other side seemed to be joking… but she felt an unusual sense of ease in her heart at that moment.

Now, Qing Li was no longer tangled up in uncertainties, questioning whether challenging Immortal Gate would lead to certain death or if there was a chance of success.

The flood destroyed all her plans, and made her see the ruthless methods of Immortal Gate. She knew that no matter how she planned, it would all end in failure.

She was destined to be trapped in the clutches of Immortal Gate, all her plans in vain, dying with regret and resentment.

"It is too late to mend the sheepfold now, how can sewing and patching up stop the wolves?!" She squinted at the two daoists Yu Shan transforming into feathers above the clouds, her eyes cold:

"Retreat one step, and you retreat every step! When will it end?!"

Yu Shan and the two monks looked at each other, showing a bit of surprise.

Qing Li’s appearance, and the state of this person, actually caught them off guard.

But it’s not a big deal, no problem.

"Jingwei Bird, a demon formed by obsession," Immortal Yu Hua smoothed his beard, smiling as he mentally communicated with Yu Shan:

"Human emotions and desires can all become obsessions."

"It’s just that hatred is easier for us to provoke, so we tried to stimulate it."

"If it wasn’t lingering hatred, but rather fighting spirit transformed. It’s not bad at all, even better, it can be considered an unexpected gain."

Immortal Gate causes trouble, it’s all about a margin of error.

Even the eccentric Soul Predicting Path cultivators cannot foresee all possibilities.

The process isn’t that important, after all, they will end up laughing in the end.

In a way, this isn’t a failure at all, it can even be called a great success, a huge success!

Next, it’s time to close the net.

"Mortal Qiao Pian, Feather King Qin Li, you have made a big mistake," Immortal Yu Hua spoke coldly.

Not through divine communication, his voice echoed above the clouds, like thunder rolling, carrying an invisible pressure.

This voice not only echoed in the ears of Qiao Mu and the others, but also descended from the sky, echoing in the ears of the Feather King Army on the hillside below.

The whole city was shocked.

At this moment, a great flood swept in, torrential rain poured down from the sky, creating a scene of the world collapsing, and from the high sky came a voice as majestic as a god’s.

Lord Chen is still tolerable.

In the city, many people, including some soldiers guarding the walls, were kneeling on the ground with fearful expressions.

"I knew it, I knew this flood and rainstorm were not ordinary." Someone murmured with a pale face.

"This is the punishment from the gods in the sky, we have incurred their wrath."

"What did the Feather King and Qiao Pian do wrong to cause harm to so many people, flooding the Sky Piercing River and affecting tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the city?"

"Divine punishment, divine punishment!"

Both the Feather King Army outside the city and the soldiers and civilians inside the city were shocked and terrified, immersed in great fear and awe.

The Southwest Province belongs to the Yunxiao Sect and is filled with followers.

Therefore, when the majestic voice, resembling that of a deity, sounded, even before mentioning the reasons or sins committed, the people were already filled with fear and started cursing Qiao Pian and the Feather King.

When the deity spoke.

The reputation of the Qiao family and the victories of Feather King Qin Li faded, and in a moment, they became unforgivable criminals in the world, destined for divine punishment.

"Listen." Immortal Yu Hua smiled slightly, looking at Qiao Mu and the other person.

"A lifetime of battles, winning widespread infamy."

"And this is just the beginning." Immortal Yu Hua was in no hurry to act, as the Immortal Gate’s plan was to groom a Jingwei. He was trying to arouse Qing Li’s determination so that she would die beautifully.

"Whether mortals pray or curse, they will eventually be swallowed by the Sky Piercing River."

"Feather King, you have defied my sect. One small mistake has led to a disaster in the city, and they all died because of you…."

Before the words had even settled.

Qiao Mu took out a large bow from the storage bag.

He stood on Qing Li’s back, half of his body burnt black, his left arm hanging weakly unable to exert force. So, he held the bow with one hand and struggled to pull it open while holding the arrow in his mouth.

The bowstring tightened gradually. He gritted his teeth, and the bowstring cut into his lips, drawing blood.

Taut!

A blood-red arrow shot through the air, but it shattered into pieces under the thunder before reaching Immortal Yu Hua.

However, this also interrupted Immortal Yu Hua’s train of thought.

"We are all adults, not children," Qiao Mu grinned, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"We know what to listen to and what to ignore. We have our own judgment."

"Wasting a second on nonsense is a waste of life."

Qing Li fell silent beneath his feet.

"Mr. Qiao may seem rough on the outside, but he underestimated me this time."

She said in a deep voice:

"The sins Qing Li committed in her lifetime are truly irredeemable, and even the Sky Piercing River cannot cleanse them. There are many who have died because of me."

"I will bear the blame and shame."

"But before that, I am willing to be Mr. Qiao’s wings." She looked up at the two cultivators on the cloud, flapped her wings, and soared through the clouds like a hawk.

Thunder and lightning flashed on the cloud, with electric snakes wriggling from time to time.

Qing Li, who was already seriously injured, gathered her strength at this moment, dodging the lightning bolts with agility far surpassing Qiao Mu, who could only take three steps in midair.

Qiao Mu stood on her back, looking solemnly at the two cultivators, Yu Shan and another, who transformed into feathers on the cloud.

"I don’t promise to bring you victory. But if I fall in battle, I will die before you." He exerted force on his hands, scratched his wrist with his fingernails, and the remaining blood gushed out, gradually converging on the King Qin Sword, turning into a giant sword of blood.