[The Allure of the Martial Soul] Chapter Ten: Flying Sand and Stones

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Chapter Ten: Flying Sand and Stones
Qin Sidao remained silent upon hearing the voice, his upright body motionless. He saw Zhu Qingtian pace back and forth a few
steps, his eyes suddenly flashing with a sharp light. He looked up at Qin Sidao and chuckled, "Qin Sidao, do you know that Zi Die
's life is now in grave danger? Whether to save her or not is entirely up to you?"
"Heh, hypocrite, putting on airs! Isn't Zi Die's current state all your fault?" Qin Sidao
felt a surge of anger upon hearing this. His sword-like eyebrows arched, and he immediately shouted, "I am already trying my best to save her. Zi Die's
matter is none of your concern, Palace Master Zhu."
Even though Zhu Qingtian possessed hidden brilliance and had always kept his emotions hidden for many years, upon hearing Qin Sidao's words,
a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. He shrugged slightly, his left sleeve flicking
out a wisp of crimson gas. Zhang Siwu's pale face instantly turned purplish-red, his eyes bloodshot,
and he clutched his throat, rolling on the ground screaming and writhing. Zhu Qingtian flicked
his sleeve again, pointing at Zhang Siwu, who was rolling and howling on the ground, and coldly laughed
, "If you insist on not saving her, this will be the final fate of that Purple Butterfly."
With that, he swept the remaining crimson gas back into his sleeve, and Zhang Siwu, who had been curled up on the ground, half
-dead, stopped abruptly, let out a miserable cry, and a thin line of crimson blood trickled from the corner of his eye before he instantly
fainted.
Seeing Zhang Siwu's miserable state, Qin Sidao's heart sank. Cold sweat poured down his forehead.
He thought, "That old bald thief is so vicious. He even uses such a cruel scheme on people. Ah Die, Ah Die, you must
run fast! If that old bald thief catches you again, you'll truly be dead." Thinking this, he gripped
his pale gold soft sword tightly and shouted, "So what?"
Zhu Qingtian's eyelids twitched, he narrowed his eyes, and frowned, "What? At this moment, are
n't you worried about Zi Die?" "Is she safe?"
Qin Si laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Of course I'm worried, but I know in my heart that
negotiating with someone like you is like asking a tiger for its skin. After A Die escapes the clutches of your Cold Moon Palace, I will take her
all over the world to find famous doctors. Do you think I'm afraid she won't be cured? Hmph, with your paltry tricks, you think you can coerce
me, Qin Si Dao? In your next life!"
Her eyes snapped open, and she shouted fiercely. With a powerful stride, she twirled her pale gold soft sword in a flourish, holding it diagonally
in front of her to protect herself.
Qin Sidao was truly "once bitten, twice shy." He completely disregarded his
injured right shoulder, secretly gathering strength in his legs, leaning forward, sword held at an angle, his entire focus fixed on Zhu Qingtian's dark eyes,
fearing another poisonous attack. His pure inner energy circulated within his dantian, pushing his power to
its limit.
Zhu Qingtian, who prided himself on his brilliant strategies, had long planned to subdue Qin Sidao, but was unexpectedly
rejected outright. Although furious, he was unwilling to relinquish this easy prey. Raising a white eyebrow,
he smiled faintly and said, "Seeking a renowned physician? Heh heh, I might as well tell you directly. The poison in Zi Die's body
is no ordinary poison, but a crimson-purple poison activated by my Nine Tribulations Nine Deaths Technique." " If
it weren't for me reconnecting her pulse and restoring her life force, she would have perished in just three days!"
Qin Sidao remained unmoved upon hearing this, his eyes fixed intently on Zhu Qingtian.
He said unhurriedly, "So, what you're saying, Palace Masters, is that I only need to find someone who knows the 'Nine Tribulations and Nine Deaths Technique' to cure
the poison in A-Die's body? If that's the case, then I thank you for your frankness." He then
burst into laughter.
Zhu Qingtian's face turned ashen as he realized Zhu's intentions had been exposed, and he nearly exploded on the spot. However, he thought to himself,
"This talent is hard to come by. How could I be content to kill him now?"
He shook his head and smiled, secretly pondering, "Besides,
there are very few people in the world who can master the Nine Tribulations Nine Deaths Technique, and even fewer who have reached my level. How many can heal
those poisoned by me? It's pointless to waste words on this brat. I'd better let him taste the effects of my Crimson Purple Poison first..." He
knew pain, and if he properly disciplined Zi Die, starting from her side, wouldn't this brat be under his control then
?
Thinking this, he grew increasingly smug, his expression changing briefly before returning to normal. He chuckled, "I didn't realize
you weren't so stupid. I underestimated you before. Since you won't listen to me, I'll have to resort
to force." Suddenly, he stomped his foot, cracking the earth beneath his feet with a loud "boom," and thrust both hands forward, his tongue spitting out a thunderous
roar.
The roar boomed, echoing through the sky like muffled thunder, making Qin Sidao's ears ring painfully. He immediately formed
a sword incantation, silently chanting the mantra, gathering his energy and closing his ears to resist the attack.
Qin Sidao resisted for a long time. As the roar subsided, Zhu Qingtian, his white head held high,
took a deep breath of his inner energy, then brought his two gleaming, red-and-green hands back to his waist. His robes bulged
like balls, and he assumed a horse stance, his knees low to the ground. He laughed, "Brother Qin,
didn't you show off your skill of manipulating objects from afar in my palace the other day? Today, I'll let you see
what it truly means to roar like a tiger, shaking mountains and trembling peaks." With that, he unleashed a torrent of inner energy, his sleeves brimming with a powerful surge of energy, 　　and thrust them
forward with tremendous force . 　　 In an instant, the vast, verdant mountains and fields were swept by wind and clouds, dust and debris swirling in the air. 　　Countless grains of sand, broken trees, and tattered branches rose from the ground, hovering several feet in the air, like dragons sucking water, transforming into streaks of water 　　that soared upwards and slowly gathered in mid-air. 　　 Gusts of strong wind howled past, and Qin Sidao felt a powerful suction pulling him from above 　　, almost lifting him off the ground and tossing him into the air. Fortunately, his internal strength was profound, and his reaction was extremely fast. Seeing 　　that his internal strength was no longer enough to contend with Zhu Qingtian, he decisively launched a counterattack. His pale gold sword 　　flashed with silver light and returned instantly, the process being short but still tracing several circles in mid-air.

Zhu Qingtian, who had been standing firmly like a mountain, suddenly heard a few soft hissing sounds.
Several thin cuts appeared on his shoulders and waist, revealing bronze skin beneath. Zhu Qingtian
grinned and said, "Brother Qin, you do indeed possess exquisite swordsmanship. However, this swordsmanship feels
as light as a feather brushing against me, making me feel quite uncomfortable."
It turned out that the first principle of the Nine Tribulations Nine Deaths Technique created by the Hidden Daoist was "external cultivation of Qi and internal cultivation of bones." Zhu
Qingtian had immersed himself in this path for a long time, and decades ago he had already developed a body of bronze skin and iron bones. In addition, he had divine protection.
If you did not have strong internal strength, even if you stretched out your neck, no one could cut a wound.
Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Qin Sidao cursed inwardly, "You bearded bastard!" He immediately changed his move,
shouted, concentrated his Qi into the tip of his sword, and thrust it swiftly towards the hollow in the center of Zhu Qingtian's chest. Although Qin Sidao
had cultivated his inner cultivation techniques in Kunwu Mountain for over a decade, he still couldn't
unleash the sword's brilliance through internal energy like Lu Xiting. His sword strike, while weaker than a
mere sword beam, was still enough to pierce through even the most vulnerable spot on the chest.
Seeing Qin Sidao instantly spot his vital point, Zhu Qingtian inwardly applauded, proving his judgment correct. However,
his face remained impassive, coldly laughing, "No, no, you're still too green
." As he spoke, the sand and pebbles beneath his feet rapidly gathered, forming a massive sand hand over ten feet long in mid-air
, barely blocking Qin Sidao's sword.
Qin Sidao plunged his sword into the sand, immediately realizing the danger. Without a second thought, he concentrated his power, swirling his sword rapidly
, shattering the sand hand in one fell swoop.
Seeing his massive, rock-hard, iron-like hand of mud and sand crumble instantly, Zhu Qingtian's eyes flashed with
a strange light. He laughed heartily, "This move is actually quite something..." Before he could finish, his expression
changed from mockery to surprise, and he murmured, "This...this is..."
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he formed a circle in the air with both hands. His purple robe billowed without wind, and instantly
dozens of sand particles rose up, forming countless inch-long earthen swords that shot towards Qin Sidao.
Qin Sidao, seeing dozens of thin swords made of mud and sand rushing towards him, felt a sense
of ease. He switched his right sword to his left, and a long sword moved as fast as a withered leaf in the wind, its movements swift and unpredictable. The silver light gradually increased and intensified,
weaving into an enormous sword net that instantly shattered the dozens of earthen swords, turning them into
dust even finer than sand and gravel, which scattered and fell from the sky.
At this moment, Zhu Qingtian suddenly pointed his halberd at Qin Sidao and shouted loudly, "Left hand wields a skillful sword, right hand a severed finger, Nine-Nine Flicking
Finger Sword, boy, who are you to Chu Yumo?"
Qin Sidao ignored him, suddenly leaped up, crossed his right hand with his sword, and thrust it forward. Zhu Qingtian raised both sleeves to the sky
, and the large cloud of flying sand and remnants that had been gathered in the air pressed down like a whirlwind.
Seeing that there was no way to resist, Qin Sidao immediately used his strength to turn around quickly, and leaped high into the
air with swift steps to the left and right, leaping out of the range of the sand and stones in one leap. As soon as Qin Sidao jumped out, he saw the sand, stones, and tree
branches sweeping down with the force of destruction, covering the sky and the earth, instantly burying the land beneath his feet
.
The shock this scene brought to Zhu Qingtian was immense. His mind was still replaying a
prophecy passed down since the time of his ancestor: "With a flick of the finger, the Nine Tribulations will perish; of the Ninety-Nine Disciples, if I do not
kill them, they will surely kill me."
He vaguely remembered that terrifying rainy night, with thunder rumbling in the sky, a
man covered in blood, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light, like a demon, wielding a sword, laughing maniacally as he spun around. With
each flash of his sword, one of his fellow disciples would fall dead on the spot…
Suddenly, Zhu Qingtian snapped out of his shock, his eyes flashing with a cold light, a
fierce killing intent surging within him. His voice was low and terrifying
as he said, "You… must die today!" His eyes narrowed sharply, becoming as sharp as steel needles. He shot forward like lightning, instantly appearing before Qin
Sidao, and with ninety percent of his strength, slammed his hands into Qin Sidao's chest.
Qin Sidao had just regained his footing when a sudden gust of wind arose beside him. Suddenly, Zhu Qingtian's two palms struck out from the air . Qin Sidao
felt the palm wind was solid and incredibly powerful. He knew that if he were struck by these two palms, even if he didn't die,
his martial arts would be completely crippled. Startled, he turned his hand and, with all his might, slashed out with his pale gold soft sword, striking Zhu Qingtian's
palms. Light as a swallow, he used the momentum to retreat two zhang.
Seeing that his two palms had missed again and Qin Sidao had easily dodged them, Zhu Qingtian was furious.
He roared to the sky, "Nine Deaths and Seven Tribulations, Crimson Purple Asura descend upon me!"
He spread his arms wide, and his purple robe suddenly expanded violently, swelling like a ball. A large amount of crimson purple true energy emanated from his sleeves
, carrying withered leaves and sand swirling in the air, like a purple cloud pillar soaring into the sky—
a truly astonishing sight.
Qin Sidao coughed up blood, feeling an overwhelming surge of energy
coursing through his right hand like a raging torrent, leaving him numb and unable to move. He struggled to his feet, barely managing to stay upright.
Raising his head slightly, he was shocked by the sight before him. His hasty attack
had exhausted his inner energy; now, he had no chance against Zhu Qingtian, who possessed superhuman strength. Even
escape was nearly impossible. He sighed inwardly, "Adie, we'll
meet again in the next life!"
He then squeezed the last of his strength from his dantian, slashed the ground with his sword, and flew forward.
(To be continued)

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