[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 30

Chapter 127 of the Fallen Dragon World: The Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm Mistakenly Enters the Divine Condor 2.

At this moment, Wu Long made his move, but not to attack Liu Zhu. He simply formed a claw with his hand, and a powerful attraction was generated. The gourd that Hui Jing had been carefully guarding at her waist flew up and landed in Wu Long's hand. Wu Long felt that there was some kind of medicinal powder stuck in the gourd, making it slippery and uncomfortable. He wiped it, and a bone-chilling cold emanated from it. Wu Long was delighted; the gourd contained the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm. Hui Jing, who was fighting, was startled by this scene and cried out,

"My gourd, my ice silkworm… give it back to me!!"

Hearing his shout, the fire sword was also attracted to the scene and did not take the opportunity to attack. Liu Zhu then reacted and said, "Dragon-Capturing Skill! There really is such a martial art in the world."

Her eyes changed as she looked at Wu Long. She had thought Wu Long was just a foolish passerby, but she hadn't expected him to possess such a skill.

"Sir, please return the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm to us. It belongs to Kunlun."

Wu Long said,

"The Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm has lived for at least several hundred years. Has your Kunlun sect existed for only a few hundred years? I overheard your conversation earlier. Such a rare object should belong to the virtuous. Why should it be your Kunlun sect's property on Kunlun Mountain? When did Kunlun Mountain become your Kunlun sect's private property?"

Liu Zhu was speechless after Wu Long's words. At this moment, the other four swordsmen rushed over and surrounded Wu Long. The hot-tempered Fire Sword shouted,

"Senior Brother, why be polite to him? He dares to be so ignorant of the rules of the martial world, trying to steal on our Kunlun sect's territory. We must teach him a lesson."

Wu Long was not angry and said:

"Oh dear, I'm so scared! Since it's like this, you can have it."

With that, he tossed the ice silkworm containing the gourd onto Huo Jian. Huo Jian frantically caught it, immediately finding the gourd incredibly cold, colder than ice. He passed the gourd from his right hand to his left, then from left to right, truly experiencing a bone-chilling cold that he couldn't hold it. Having no other choice, he placed the gourd on his head, which only made things worse. The cold air reached his head, causing a sharp pain in his chest, as if all the blood in his body was freezing. In a moment of inspiration, he untied his belt and tied it around the gourd's waist, so that the belt wouldn't transmit the cold, allowing him to hold it. But the cold air still emanated from the gourd, and within moments, a layer of white frost formed on its exterior. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he let go. The gourd was about to fall to the ground when Wu Long waved his hand, and it returned to his grasp. Wu Long chuckled,

"Oh dear, I gave it to you, and you just threw it away? Well, there's nothing I can do about it."

Everyone stared at Wu Long in astonishment. Among the five Fire Swordsmen, the one who cultivated the Fire Cloud Technique possessed pure Yang energy and was least afraid of the cold. Yet, he couldn't hold the gourd for long. But in Wu Long's hands, the gourd completely absorbed the cold. Ordinary people might find this strange, but they were all martial artists and immediately understood that Wu Long had used his terrifying internal energy to suppress the cold energy of the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm. This simple move was enough to prove that Wu Long's pure Yang internal energy was at its peak, perhaps even surpassing their masters and elders.

While they were still stunned, Huijing, unwilling to accept that the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm had been taken, rushed forward frantically. Wulong sighed and said,

"Foolish fellow."

With a punch of his right hand, an extremely hot burst of true energy roared out, sending Huijing flying back even faster than before. He landed on the ground, unable to move. Of course, Wulong didn't kill him; he couldn't bring himself to kill for treasure. Seeing that Wulong had knocked Huijing down with a wave of his hand, her life hanging in the balance, Liu Zhu and the others were taken aback. Wulong said,

"Everyone, I'm in a hurry. Can we go now?"

They exchanged glances. Liu Zhu said,

"You can leave, but the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm must stay!"

Wulong said,

"I gave it to you, and you didn't want it. Is it my fault?"

"Leave the Ice Silkworm!"

Liu Zhu shouted.

"Form the formation!"

The five of them shouted in unison, brandishing their different swords and attacking Wulong. Wulong finally lost his patience for teasing and sneered:

"Men die for wealth, birds die for food, so I'll grant your wish!"

The five-person sword formation was indeed wondrous, like the five elements interacting and restraining each other. Unbeknownst to them, their internal energy could form a peculiar vortex force field, making it difficult for anyone trapped within to move. However, Wu Long's martial arts were far superior; his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) was too exquisite. No matter how fierce their attacks were—like a volcanic eruption, a violent gale, or a surging wave—they couldn't even touch the hem of Wu Long's clothes. However, Wu Long was also... He was truly impressed. The Kunlun Sect was indeed extraordinary; no wonder they could dominate the vast Kunlun region. Suddenly, a strong fighting spirit, a desire to overwhelm all the top martial arts in the world, burned within Wu Long's heart. During the fight, he discovered that among the Kunlun Five Elements Sword Formation, the Water Sword Junior Sister was the weakest. He immediately disregarded the fact that she was merely a woman, and his domineering Blazing Sun True Qi surged upwards through his body, reaching five levels higher. In a flash, he appeared before the woman in black, unleashing a punch—simple yet containing boundless destructive power—towards the stunningly beautiful Water Sword.

The treacherous and domineering Blazing Sun True Qi ignited upon contact with the air, unleashing a raging flame. The fierce punch combined with this flame amplified the astonishing power of Wu Long's attack. As Wu Long arrived before Shui Jian with lightning speed, Shui Jian's longsword simultaneously unleashed layers of dark blue sword shadows before him. From afar, it appeared as if one were immersed in a vast, boundless ocean. This was the "Azure Wave Water Sword," developed from "Gui Water Qi," one of the five unique martial arts techniques of the Kunlun Sect.

Unlike the Kunlun Sect of later generations, this Kunlun Sect had been established for hundreds of years by a highly skilled, nameless Taoist. The Kunlun Sect's "Return of All Methods to One" was an extremely unique martial art. The so-called "all methods" referred to the five elements of Qi that permeated the world, including "Geng Metal Qi," "Yi Wood Qi," "Gui Water Qi," "Bing Fire Qi," and "Xu Earth Qi."

Each of these five elements had its own cultivation method, and every successive leader of the Kunlun Sect had strived to unify these five techniques into one. However, combining these five major techniques into one is extremely difficult. Apart from the first sect leader of the Kunlun Sect, no one has yet been able to master all five simultaneously. Therefore, the Kunlun Sect later changed its teaching method. The current sect leader selects five disciples from among his followers, imparting different techniques to each based on their individual aptitude. Once they have mastered these techniques, other techniques are then taught. Shui Jian is the youngest of the five, specializing in the "Heavenly Water Technique," which belongs to the Gui Water element. The Canglan Water Sword is a sword technique that Shui Jian created from the "Heavenly Water Technique."

At this moment, Wu Long, ignoring the changes in Shui Jian's swordsmanship, accelerated his right fist, gathering the third level of "Blazing Sun True Qi," to meet the dark blue sword light before him. Upon contact, Wu Long immediately felt as if his fierce fist force had struck a still pool of water. As the force was released, the still water instantly became like a whirlpool, filled with a powerful suction force that continuously rotated and pulled at his third layer of force. Under the rotation of this whirlpool, all three layers of powerful energy were deflected to the side.

Wu Long was surprised by the situation. He did not expect that the third layer of "Blazing Sun True Qi" would be so easily deflected. Without making a sound, he instantly raised "Blazing Sun True Qi" to the fifth layer. A spherical energy force formed by the high pressure of the five layers of Blazing Sun True Qi appeared in his left palm as if by magic, and he slammed it towards the water sword in front of him. Every move was heavy and showed no mercy.

As for Shui Jian, the first exchange had already surprised him; the opponent's five consecutive bursts of scorching energy nearly shattered his carefully laid-out Gui Water Qi. Now, the man before him seemed to have increased his power even further. Before he could even change his move, a ball of fiery black true energy was already aimed at his chest. Instantly, he pushed off with both feet, his body retreating at full speed. As he retreated, his swordsmanship changed again; the black sword energy suddenly became incredibly slow, flowing quietly like water—it was the "Weak Water Three Thousand" sword style from the "Azure Water Sword."

The high-pressure gas cloud condensed from the Blazing Sun True Qi moved with the speed of a meteor, relentlessly pursuing the retreating Water Sword. The Blazing Sun True Qi struck the Water Sword's retreating "Three Thousand Weak Waters" sword energy with a resounding "pop," revealing the terrifying power of the Blazing Sun True Qi. The extreme heat generated by the fifth level of the Blazing Sun True Qi instantly evaporated all the "Three Thousand Weak Waters" sword energy upon contact, releasing a thick cloud of white steam. The momentum of the Blazing Sun True Qi continued unabated, still blasting towards the retreating Water Sword. At the critical moment, just before the gas cloud struck, the Water Sword suddenly shifted three feet to the right, avoiding the attack. The process was incredibly dangerous; the fierce energy pierced through a boulder behind the Water Sword, revealing a bottomless black hole.

Having barely dodged Wu Long's blazing sun true energy attack from afar, Shui Jian's face flushed a rosy hue due to the accelerated circulation of her qi and blood, making her even more beautiful and charming. However, her slight retreat caused the Five Elements Sword Formation to collapse without a fight. The other four rushed to attack Wu Long, trying to rescue Shui Jian, but Wu Long chuckled. His fists were like shooting stars from beyond the heavens, each strike capable of shattering stone and splitting rocks with unparalleled power; his legs were like thunderbolts, each move capable of splitting the heavens and earth and sweeping across the eight wastelands with breathtaking force. The power of each punch and kick caused the air to churn with turbulent currents, and in an instant, all four of them were sent flying into the air before crashing to the ground. Wu Long shook his head and said,

"Too boring. Your martial arts are too weak. I'm too lazy to kill you. Oh, right, I'll take this little beauty with me. Consider it compensation for offending me."

After saying that, his figure immediately disappeared from where he stood and reappeared behind Shui Jian, pointing a finger at her graceful and slender back. At this moment, Shui Jian was in the middle of circulating her internal energy, unable to dodge Wu Long's sudden finger strike. Her slender, jade-like body fell into Wu Long's arms.

Wu Long, carrying the beautiful Shui Jian, raced away, his movements as swift as the wind under the influence of the "Northern Darkness Divine Art," rapidly advancing towards the depths of Kunlun Mountain. Meanwhile, Shui Jian, anticipating her impending doom, was filled with anxiety and frantically tried to circulate her internal energy to her acupoints. However, the strange true energy contained in Wu Long's finger strike continuously dispersed and dissipated the internal force she was channeling to her Guanyuan acupoint. Several attempts to circulate her energy failed to break through the sealed acupoints, leaving her feeling weak and powerless, unable to muster any internal energy from the Heavenly Water Technique.

Thinking of this, she felt both hatred and anger. Her immediate priority was to find a way to escape the clutches of this demon before her. Opening her eyes, Shui Jian saw that this villain named Wu Long was intently running forward, his eyes fixed on her, seemingly intently trying to take her somewhere. She hoped her senior brothers could notify the sect leader and elders so they could arrive quickly; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable!

A short while later, Shui Jian opened her eyes wide and looked more closely. This despicable villain actually had a handsome face, bright and piercing eyes, and a captivating, almost magical charm. His incredibly strong arms were tightly embracing her delicate body, and Shui Jian felt a mixture of fear and trepidation.

For Shui Jian, she had never been so close to a member of the opposite sex before. In this situation, her heart pounded wildly, and her face flushed crimson with embarrassment. Furthermore, Wu Long's rapid blood circulation emitted a strong masculine aura, which wafted into her nostrils, making Shui Jian feel dizzy and almost faint.

Just as Shui Jian was lost in thought and confused, Wu Long suddenly lowered his head and smiled at Shui Jian in his arms. Shui Jian immediately felt as if he had been electrocuted; a feeling he had never experienced before slowly rose from the depths of his heart. The intense feeling made Shui Jian's whole body involuntarily heat up, and his mind went blank.

After running for nearly two hours, a huge waterfall suddenly appeared in the distance. He hurriedly carried Shui Jian to the waterfall to rest. Wu Long gently placed Shui Jian on a boulder beside the waterfall, then went to the waterfall to wash up. When he returned, he felt radiant and full of energy. Speaking to Shui Jian, who was sitting on the rock, Wu Long said, "Go wash your face first! I'll go find something to eat. I'll temporarily release the pressure points on your body and restore your freedom. However, I still need to seal your internal energy, otherwise, if you run around and something happens, that's not something I want to see." After saying that, he flicked two fingers, and two black finger energies were released from a distance, hitting two major pressure points on Shui Jian's chest, instantly releasing the pressure points on Shui Jian's body.

Wu Long walked to Shui Jian's side and whispered in Shui Jian's ear in a teasing tone, "Little darling, don't run around, I'll be right back." After saying that, he soared into the air and flew away in an instant.

As soon as Shui Jian saw Wu Long leave, he felt a mix of emotions, and an indescribable feeling rose up again. Thinking to himself, "I've been embraced by him for almost four hours. I really don't understand this bad guy's behavior. It's not quite what Master described before. He seems evil, but he doesn't quite seem like it. Instead, he's a bit... Let him do whatever he wants! No, I can't be fooled by this bad guy. I have to find a way to escape!" He then slowly walked to the waterfall and scooped up the cool river water to wash his face.

Not long after, a tall, black figure descended from the sky. It was Wu Long, who had gone out to find food. Wu Long was carrying a bunch of wild fruits in his hands and walked excitedly toward Shui Jian.

"Little darling, come on! No! Wait a minute! Let me wash these fruits first before we eat!" After saying that, he hurriedly took the fruits to the river to wash them. After a while, he finally finished washing all the fruits.

Wu Long said to Shui Jian, "Come on, take whatever you want from these fruits. Don't be shy!" After saying that, he picked up an apple and ate it in big bites. Seeing Wu Long start eating, Shui Jian also took an apple and went to eat it alone. Wu Long beckoned to Shui Jian.

"Little darling, why are you eating alone by yourself? Come to my side, what's wrong with us eating together?"

Shui Jian, who had firmly resolved not to believe Wu Long's words, almost melted her cold heart upon hearing Wu Long's shameless call. She quickly turned her face away, ignoring Wu Long's words.

After a while, Wu Long finished eating and stood up, saying to Shui Jian, "Alright, I'm going to practice now. If you want to sleep, find a place to sleep over there! Don't try to escape while I'm practicing!" Wu Long

wasn't afraid of Shui Jian attacking him while he was cultivating. At his level, unless someone's skill was nearly equal to his, an attack would be extremely difficult to succeed. He walked alone to the waterfall, found a dry rock, leaped onto it, sat cross-legged, and began circulating his internal energy according to the first level of the "Northern Darkness Divine Art." Holding the gourd containing the Ice Silkworm, he channeled his Northern Darkness Divine Art to absorb the ever-flowing cold energy, just as he had absorbed the True Fire of the Sun using the same technique. After circulating his true energy through his Ren and Du meridians nine times, he immediately entered the second level. He continued to ascend, pushing upwards layer by layer. After an hour, his true energy had reached the tenth level.

The raging true energy surged through his Ren and Du meridians like a stampede of ten thousand horses. The cold energy of the thousand-year-old Ice Silkworm, attracted by an invisible force, continuously converged towards Wu Long's location. After absorbing countless amounts of this cold energy, his Ren and Du meridians felt like balloons filled with air, almost bursting open. Pain filled his entire body. Wu Long endured the pain and began circulating his energy according to the eleventh level of the Northern Darkness Divine Art. After an hour, he finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared. His incredibly powerful true energy immediately surged through the limitations of his Ren and Du meridians like a tidal wave, heading straight for the third meridian among the eight extraordinary meridians, the "Chong Meridian." At this moment, incredibly powerful true energy surged through the Chong meridian like a massive army. Overjoyed, Wu Long focused his mind, maintaining a state of tranquility and composure, continuously circulating his true energy within the Ren, Du, and Chong meridians.

Shui Jian, who had been sleeping soundly nearby, was startled awake by Wu Long's roar. Opening her eyes, she was stunned by the sight before her. Wu Long, shrouded in darkness, sat cross-legged on a rock, his body slowly rising upwards. (

Chapter 128 of *The Fallen Dragon World* - Part 1:

The Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm Mistakenly Enters the Condor Heroes 3 - Chasing Beauties from Jin Yong's Collection)

Wu Long's entire body was suspended in mid-air, appearing particularly eerie surrounded by black gas. Panicked and terrified, he turned and ran. He had only taken a few dozen steps when another of Wu Long's furious shouts rang out. Turning back, he saw that all the surrounding black gas had been absorbed into Wu Long's body. Wu Long's gaze, brimming with boundless heat, seemed to pierce through space as it landed on him, causing his heart to pound wildly. At that moment, Wu Long's body seemed weightless as it slowly flew towards him, appearing slow yet incredibly fast, stopping beside him in the blink of an eye, his teasing tone rising again.

“My little darling, where do you think you’re going all night? Aren’t you afraid of running into bad guys on the street?”

Shui Jian was both angry and scared. She glared at him and said coquettishly, “There are no bad guys anywhere else, but there’s one right here. I’m asking you, when are you going to let me go?”

Wu Long smiled and replied, “You’re my beloved little darling. If you don’t come with me, where else do you think you’ll go?”

Shui Jian said angrily, “Shameless! Who’s your little darling? Are you going to let me go or not?”

Upon hearing this, Wu Long’s smile deepened. He said,

“Oh, right, I haven’t asked you your name yet, little darling. What should I call you?”

“Hmph, I’m not telling you!”

“Fine, I won’t call you little darling, I’ll call you Little Black.”

“Little… Little Black… You’re so mean! Do you think I’m a dog?”

Shui Jian was so angry that her breathing became rapid. She gritted her teeth and shouted. Wu Long said lazily,

“What? Don’t you like it? Oh, I think you look quite good in all black.”

"What the hell!! Damn it, my name is Shuiyun, Liu Shuiyun!"

"Oh, so my little darling's name is Liu Shuiyun, what a nice name."

Liu Shuiyun realized she'd been tricked, and angrily ignored Wu Long, lying down on the boulder to sleep. Wu Long said,

"Alright, enough joking around. I'm going to truly enter a meditative state this time. You can choose to escape, or attack me while alive, hehe, but I doubt you'd be willing to."

He then rose slowly back to the boulder where he had been practicing, placed the stone in the pool below the waterfall, and quietly continued his practice. Liu Shuiyun glared angrily at Wu Long, but Wu Long simply crushed the gourd, then swallowed the shimmering thousand-year-old ice silkworm. Liu Shuiyun stared in disbelief, saying:

"He's insane! How could he eat something so disgusting? Ah, no, not just disgusting, but terrifying! It would freeze him solid into ice shards!"

As soon as Wu Long swallowed the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm, with a "boom," the icy energy accumulated within it for thousands of years was released all at once. It surged like a raging torrent, engulfing his powerful Yang True Qi, and then rapidly rushed into his newly opened meridians. It surged fiercely through his entire body, flowing into his dantian. With another loud "boom," the icy energy flowing back from the meridians collided violently in his dantian. Then, following the same method as his original Yang True Qi circulation, it quickly swirled in his dantian, forming a vortex. The density of these icy energy flows was comparable to the previous... After the breakthrough, the density of the blazing yang true qi became like mercury. However, the speed at which it collapsed and contracted towards the center was comparable to the speed at which the blazing yang true qi swirled in its gaseous state. The vortex flowed very smoothly and contracted towards the center. When it contracted to its limit, just like the original blazing yang true qi, it exploded with a soft "bang," as if at the beginning of chaos. A wave of extremely yin and extremely cold energy surged outwards in all directions, spreading throughout the entire body in an instant. This fiercely attacking icy cold qi not only stimulated Wu Long, who was in a dazed state, but also miraculously gave him new breathing energy, allowing him to catch his breath. This peculiar flow of air filled his chest cavity. Unlike air, although it was icy cold, it could provide new power for the body's functions. It was extremely miraculous.

However, although he had caught his breath and regained consciousness, Wu Long was met with new torment. Long accustomed to the scorching heat and freezing cold, a bone-chilling cold he hadn't experienced in a long time filled his body. This excruciating, icy energy intensified, surging and exploding with each contraction and retraction of his dantian, tormenting his flesh and agonizing his nerves. It was as if an endless, agonizing pain was slowly eroding his nerves and body, subjecting him to a hellish agony. Finally, the pain grew increasingly unbearable... However, under this extreme and perverse pain, Wu Long abnormally felt a kind of excitement, impulse, and inexplicable pleasure. Pain and pleasure coexisted, which was a true reflection of Wu Long's current state. However, this pain-pleasure was a poison that could lead him to hell. Once his will compromised and succumbed, and his spirit became confused and dissipated in the pain-pleasure, he would face death. Fortunately, he was now clear-headed. As soon as he realized that something was wrong, he hurriedly concentrated his mind, guarded the clear point on his mind, and tried his best not to let himself sink into that pain-pleasure pleasure.

In just a short while, he was surrounded by a huge human-shaped block of ice, and the ice was still growing as the cold energy within his body was released. He didn't know how much time had passed, but Wu Long concentrated his mind and guarded his spiritual platform, enduring the excruciating pain with immense willpower while monitoring the circulation of the vast and surging yin-cold energy within his body. After the yin-cold energy flow contracted and exploded a full eighty-one times in his dantian, a new change began to occur in his dantian; it was like the new moon emerging from the clouds, or the rising sun, giving him a particularly wondrous feeling. After the 981st explosion of the yin-cold energy flow, at the moment of the eighty-second contraction of the yin-cold energy flow, Wu Long's keen mind sensed the subtle changes in his dantian, though he still couldn't quite explain them. However, when the energy flow contracted to its extreme and exploded, he finally understood the source of the subtle changes.

The icy cold current that burst forth spread rapidly throughout his body once again. However, at the very center of his Qi Sea, Wu Long once again felt a faint wisp of true Yang Qi being born. Although it was only a tiny bit, Wu Long could still clearly feel it in his icy body. The joy at that moment was overwhelming, and he was overjoyed at the rebirth he had received. However, he still dared not interfere with the flow of energy within his body, fearing that his intervention might cause some adverse changes. So he continued to guard his spiritual platform, keeping the pain outside his mind, and focused all his attention on the changes in his true Qi.

Yin gives rise to Yang, and adversity turns to prosperity. The vortex-like circulation of true Qi in the Qi Sea was originally the method used by that little bit of true Yang Qi to strengthen itself. Now, without the suppression of the blazing Yang Qi, the Yin-cold energy that bursts out unintentionally uses this method to rotate and gather in accordance with its original habit. When the flow of Yin-cold energy shrinks to a single point, its density is much greater than that of the original blazing Yang Qi. Thus, after eighty-one cycles of energy contraction and release in accordance with the numbers of heaven and earth, Yin finally gives rise to Yang in the Qi Sea, and friction ignites a tiny cluster of blazing Yang Qi.

A single spark can start a prairie fire. This tiny cluster of blazing yang energy, though weak, was of the same origin but different nature as the yin-cold energy flow. This shared origin and different nature meant that these two opposing yin-yang energies were destined to attract and repel each other. However, this yin-cold energy flow continued to contract and circulate according to the method used to generate blazing yang energy. The direct consequence was that with each contraction and explosion of the yin-cold energy flow in the dantian, the blazing yang fire grew stronger. The

yin-cold energy flow continuously transformed into blazing yang energy, and the blazing yang energy grew stronger and stronger, even surpassing its original strength, while the yin-cold energy flow dwindled. Yet, it showed no signs of stopping. Wu Long vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Sure enough, this time the blazing yang true qi, which was entirely transformed from the yin-cold energy flow, was extremely pure, and its circulation speed was several times faster than before. As more and more yin-cold energy flow transformed into blazing yang true qi, Wu Long's no longer icy cold body began to heat up, and the solid ice on his body began to melt. When all the solid ice melted, Wu Long's whole body was incredibly hot, his throat was dry, and his chest and lungs felt as if they were being burned by a red-hot iron. He was extremely uncomfortable. He desperately wanted to open his mouth and drink a sip of water that was pressed against his face, but his body couldn't move at all. Even opening his mouth seemed like a luxury. He began a new round of painful ordeal unlike any he had experienced before.

The heat radiating from his body intensified, making Wu Long feel like a roasting suckling pig, being scorched from the inside out by a raging fire. A thick, molten, fiery internal energy coursed through his body. Had it not been for the fact that his meridians and internal organs had long since become incredibly resilient from the constant immersion in that chilling energy, his body would likely have been destroyed or even exploded by this blazing, molten energy.

His skin turned an unnatural crimson, and a powerful, oppressive heat emanated from him, directly transferring to the nearby water. Tiny bubbles began to appear out of nowhere, growing larger and faster as his body temperature rose and the heat intensified. In less than a quarter of an hour, all the water around him became scalding hot, and the rate at which the water decomposed into gas increased significantly due to the high temperature. This phenomenon was most pronounced and intense the closer one was to his body.

If the chilling coldness felt like climbing a mountain of knives, then this scorching heat was like being boiled in oil. The contrasting sensations of these two extremes made him experience the agony of purgatory, and he learned the terror of ghosts and monsters. If he weren't currently submerged in this pool, the cool water absorbing the heat spreading to his body, the pain would likely be several times greater!

At this moment, no one could help him; he couldn't move. He could only close his eyes, maintaining a clear mind, letting wave after wave of fiery pain assault his entire body. He could only endure, endure, his incredibly resilient will fully displayed.

Meanwhile, the domineering, scorching heat, while inflicting unbearable pain, was also further transforming his already strong and abnormal body. Impurities were either expelled or evaporated by the high temperature. His bones cracked and popped, and his muscles swelled as if inflated.

When Wu Long felt the icy energy flow in his dantian transform into blazing yang true qi, he felt as if his internal organs, blood, and skin were beginning to evaporate. The fiery current, penetrating deep into his flesh and marrow, brought him unimaginable pain, seemingly even more intense than the pain inflicted by the icy energy flow. He wanted to roar, to scream, to jump up and vent his frustrations as before, to smash and destroy, but his body was imprisoned by the true qi. He couldn't move at all, and his frenzied and violent roars could only be heard in his mind, shaking his soul and agitating his nerves. The circulation of true qi brought him the energy his body needed, but it also made him even more insane. He believed that if he could breathe now, the air he exhaled would probably be bursts of flames.

After undergoing eighty-one contractions and explosions, the domineering and fierce Yang Qi in the Qi Sea miraculously gave birth to a trace of True Yin Qi in the eighty-second explosion. This trace of True Yin Qi rapidly grew stronger with the continuous contractions and explosions of the Yang Qi, while the Yang Qi, in turn, transformed into more and more True Yin Qi, until the True Yang Qi completely transformed into Yin Qi, and then transformed back into True Yang Qi. In

this way, the nature of the Qi in the Dantian constantly changed, and in the end, the transformation of Yin and Yang Qi became faster and faster, from the initial eighty-one contractions and explosions to one transformation of Yin and Yang nature, to sixty-four, forty-nine, thirty-six, eighteen, nine, four, two, and finally one.

After enduring hardship, his body seemed to have adapted to the two different types of true energy flows, no longer feeling torment and pain, but instead becoming increasingly comfortable. In the water, he could more clearly feel every pore on his body breathing, taking in oxygen from the water to provide for the parts of his body that needed it, and then exhaling the gas that had been converted into carbon dioxide. With each breath, the wonderful feeling made his soul feel as if it were about to fly away, and his skin became more sensitive, allowing him to clearly feel the touch of the underwater currents as they brushed against his skin. This would have unimaginable benefits for his future activities underwater.

Not only had the true qi in his dantian been restored to its original state, but it had also made significant progress. What Wu Long found even more astonishing was the transformation of yin and yang in his true qi: the yang true qi in his dantian formed a vortex, causing the true qi throughout his body to continuously collapse and gather towards the center. After a dozen seconds, it condensed into a solid, incomparably hot ball of true qi. After remaining still for a few seconds, it exploded with a "boom," sending a warm, scalding flow of true qi through his entire body like mercury, impacting every cell and every inch of his skin in waves, unhurried and gentle, like the gentle lapping of ocean waves, giving him the warmth of the rising sun in the morning. At the same time as this ball of scalding yang qi exploded, a faint and cold yin qi was generated at the very center of the dantian, standing quietly there. At the very center, it awaited its opportunity. After the heatwave subsided, the true qi that had spread throughout the body began to rotate and collapse again towards the dantian. Meanwhile, the true yin qi generated at the very center point during the explosion began to rapidly transform the shrinking true yang qi into true yin qi of the same nature, compressing them into a solid state. When the true qi throughout the body condensed into a solid mass once more, its nature had completely transformed into true yin qi. This solid mass of true yin qi spun around in the empty dantian. A few seconds later, with a "boom," it exploded again, and a cool, icy yin qi, which felt like refreshing water, gently spread from the center of the dantian to every corner of the body, making Wu Long shiver with pleasure. As this mass of Yin energy exploded, a faint yet intensely hot Yang energy was simultaneously generated at its center. When the icy Yin energy throughout his body surged back towards the center of his Qi Sea, collapsing and shrinking, this Yang energy once again rapidly transformed the contracted Yin energy into Yang energy. Thus, his entire body's Qi continuously swirled and transformed, forming a peculiar state under the influence of different qualities originating from the same source. Yin

gives rise to Yang, Yang gives rise to Yin; Yin and Yang interchange, flowing smoothly and effortlessly. At this moment, Wu Long realized that only such a unique Qi could truly be called the "Northern Darkness Divine Art!"

The next day at dawn, under the rising sun, Liu Shuiyun slowly opened her sleepy eyes. She saw Wu Long still sitting quietly on the rock, practicing his martial arts. The black and red aura around his body was constantly contracting and expanding like a giant sphere, clearly indicating that his skill had reached a level of complete control. She couldn't help but think to herself, "What kind of person is he? He's not much older than me, yet his martial arts are so astonishing. Looking across the martial arts world today, there are very few people with such profound skills. He didn't harm me after capturing me; what does he want? And he didn't die after swallowing the Ice Silkworm?"

Soon after, Wu Long finished his practice and, seeing the newly awakened Liu Shuiyun, his eyes... Her eyes lit up immediately. This man had flowing hair that reached his waist, a refined and elegant appearance, crescent-shaped eyebrows, and bright, expressive eyes. His slender figure and stunning beauty were perfectly combined, making him seem like a fairy descended from heaven. A single glance was enough to captivate anyone, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly, "My little darling is so beautiful! Even in the early morning, she looks so radiant. Truly worthy of being called a world-renowned beauty!"

Hearing Wu Long's somewhat frivolous praise, Liu Shuiyun's heart leaped with joy, her pretty face instantly flushing red. Just as she was wondering what to do, Wu Long's strong arms had already lifted her up.

The first part of the Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 129: The Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm Mistakenly Enters the Condor Heroes 4,

Chasing the Beauties of Jin Yong's World - Chapter 129: The Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm Mistakenly Enters the Condor Heroes 4.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Liu Shuiyun struggled to get up. Wu Long said,

"What are you arguing about? Of course, we're on our way. Don't worry, I'll let you go once we leave Kunlun Mountain."

After speaking, he pushed off with both feet, his figure rising into the air, continuing forward. Wu Long, carrying Liu Shuiyun, raced through mountains and valleys, repeatedly encountering tracking experts sent by the Kunlun Sect. Relying on his incredibly powerful spiritual energy and superior agility, he constantly evaded the enemy's pursuit; for him, it had become quite an interesting game…

In the past few days, besides traveling during the day, Wu Long had been constantly fusing the two streams of true energy. Under this cycle of constant consumption and replenishment, the strange spiritual power in his mind gradually merged with the thousand-year-old cold energy within his body. Now, without needing to be distracted, as the thousand-year-old cold energy within him moved, his strange spiritual detection naturally expanded in all directions.

Meanwhile, Liu Shuiyun's unwavering resolve, after these two days, began to slowly waver again. Along the way, Wu Long not only carried her but also constantly teased her. However, he remained completely docile at night. After several days together, she gradually grew accustomed to it. As Wu Long's footsteps drew closer to the border of Kunlun Mountain, a feeling of reluctance rose in her heart, and she secretly prayed that this journey would continue indefinitely.

Just as Liu Shuiyun was lost in thought, Wu Long suddenly stopped and said to Liu Shuiyun in his arms, "What amazing tracking skills! What a clever encirclement! It seems that the people coming are your elders!"

It turned out that Wu Long sensed four strange auras constantly following him, but the distance was too great, and his spiritual power could not accurately pinpoint the people, nor could he clearly see their faces. However, he was certain that the martial arts skills of these four people were definitely above Liu Shuiyun's, not below hers. Despite several attempts to hide and evade, he could not shake off their pursuit. The four of them now divided themselves into four groups, one each in the east, south, west, and north, slowly moving towards their respective positions. No matter which direction they headed, they would be intercepted by one of them. They then gently laid Liu Shuiyun's delicate body down.

Looking into Liu Shuiyun's bright, beautiful eyes, Wu Long's eyes shone with a strange yet tender light. He softly said to Liu Shuiyun, "My little darling, your four elders have arrived. And I must leave Kunlun Mountain. Now it's time to give you your freedom. A thousand miles of companionship must eventually come to an end. Thank you. But before you leave, give your brother a gift."

Before Liu Shuiyun could react, Wu Long kissed her lips and immediately pulled her into his arms. Liu Shuiyun gasped in surprise and struggled, saying…

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

In her panic, Liu Shuiyun forgot that she was also a master, and just like an ordinary girl, she pounded on Wu Long's back. However, this force was negligible to Wu Long. Wu Long lowered his head, cupped Liu Shuiyun's crystal-clear, pure and beautiful face in his hands, took a deep breath, and pressed his large mouth against hers without hesitation, kissing her sexy red lips. His tongue was not idle either, darting out from his mouth and taking advantage of the situation, circling back and forth between her thin lips. Suddenly, the superb skills of that god-like young man seemed to overlap with his own.

Finally, Liu Shuiyun reacted, her small mouth slightly open. Wu Long's nimble tongue seized the opportunity to attack, constantly caressing between her lips. When Liu Shuiyun opened her mouth as Wu Long instructed, her pearly teeth made way. Wu Long's large tongue immediately plunged in, wrapping around Liu Shuiyun's sweet little tongue and rubbing it incessantly, stimulating her. He also frequently ventured into the sides of her mouth, licking from the root to the tip of her tongue, then teasing it with the tip. Through this teasing from six directions—up, down, front, back, left, and right—Liu Shuiyun finally reacted. Her struggles gradually subsided, and she clung tightly to Wu Long's back, no longer letting him lead her tongue around.

Liu Shuiyun even began to fight back, as if she had encountered a fun game. Her saliva increased noticeably, and the two of them swallowed the "nectar" they had taken from each other's mouths, their tongues constantly sucking and smacking, sometimes in Wu Long's mouth, sometimes in Yue'er's. Liu Shuiyun occasionally let out a soft moan unique to a young girl. Finally, they were completely immersed in the moment. Wu Long even felt as if their souls had merged into one, soaring in the clouds, floating in blissful ecstasy. He never imagined that the fusion of souls could be so wonderful. He kissed and teased Liu Shuiyun until she moaned softly, her body trembling slightly, her beautiful eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed red, and her fair skin began to heat up. He continued kissing and teasing her until she was breathless, until she moaned softly, her body trembling slightly, her beautiful eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed red, and her fair skin began to heat up.

Only when she could no longer breathe did Wu Long release her. He took Liu Shuiyun's slender, smooth hand, and with a powerful breath, quickly withdrew the true energy that had been trapped within her body, instantly releasing the pressure points that had bound her. Then, his figure slowly rose into the sky and flew rapidly southeast, disappearing in an instant. Liu Shuiyun,

still unable to move easily after the pressure points were released, watched Wu Long's figure disappear from sight, a wave of sadness washing over her, her eyes reddening, almost bringing her to tears. At this moment, Wu Long's clear and loud voice drifted from afar.

"My little darling, we'll meet again someday!"

Wu Long released Liu Shuiyun immediately, not out of fear of the Kunlun Sect experts. He had only taken her on a whim, without any evil intentions. He also discovered that while his Yin-Yang True Qi had fused, it wasn't perfect. Sometimes, it would still clash with his internal energy. Achieving complete fusion would take time. After kissing Liu Shuiyun, he was affected by her internal energy, causing it to flare up again. The two opposing forces, Yin and Yang, were incompatible, resulting in a fierce clash. If he allowed this clash to continue, Wu Long would face the risk of his meridians bursting.

"Damn it, why did it have to happen now?"

Wu Long rushed into a forest filled with ancient trees and boulders. He seemed to have lost consciousness, failing to dodge obstacles and crashing head-on into them.

Protected by the powerful protective true energy of the Blazing Sun and the Thousand-Year Frost, the trees and boulders in the forest were instantly shattered by the protective true energy surging from Wu Long's body. The broken wood and stones either burst into flames instantly or were frozen by the incomparably cold current. As for Wu Long himself, he seemed to be completely oblivious, rushing wildly northward.

The entire forest was as if a mad dragon had descended upon it, and wherever it went, the forces of ice and fire immediately burst forth in all directions with astonishing force. This almost unconscious mad dash lasted for more than half an hour. During the process, Wu Long smashed through at least a thousand trees and shattered countless boulders. Finally, Wu Long stopped in front of a boulder about ten feet high, as if all his strength had been exhausted.

Gazing at the towering boulder before him, Wu Long leaped atop it without hesitation, crossed his legs, and slowly rose to his feet, beginning to circulate his internal energy to replenish his depleted strength. Upon closer inspection, Wu Long's clothes were tattered, his muscles bulged, and every vein and meridian throughout his body bulged and protruded. A chilling white aura and a fiery black aura swirled and coiled around his entire body, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Influenced by Wu Long's energy circulation, the forest was alternately filled with icy currents and raging flames. The two opposing forces of yin and yang constantly shifted and transformed. In no time, all the trees and boulders within a ten-foot radius seemed to be crushed by an invisible force, collapsing instantly into piles of wood dust and stone powder. The

icy and fiery forces seemed to expand and swirl endlessly, quickly extending to a range of over thirty feet. The reason why the two true energies of ice and fire emerged simultaneously was mainly because the two great true energies of Yin and Yang within Wu Long's body were constantly merging and forming a new internal force.

However, the excruciating pain caused by the two internal forces opposing each other at the philtrum was still so intense that Wu Long could barely bear it. He didn't even notice the trees blocking his path and crashed into them head-on. Just as Wu Long hit the tree trunk, he seemed to feel the excruciating pain in his philtrum slightly ease, but after the tree trunk broke, the unbearable pain returned to Wu Long's brain.

After the same situation occurred several times, Wu Long finally realized a way to alleviate the pain. To relieve the excruciating pain from his philtrum, without thinking, he immediately rammed into any tree trunk or boulder that stood in his way, simultaneously increasing his speed to reduce the pain.

This method of pain relief mainly relies on external stimulation to trigger the self-protective effect of the two internal energies. Because the Blazing Sun Energy and the Thousand-Year Cold Energy do not mix, when they coexist at the philtrum, they only constantly clashed and pushed each other apart. Only if Wu Long's body was attacked by another external force could the self-protective effect of the energies be triggered—this was the reason why he had knocked away the Demon Slayer Venerable at the bottom of the Heavenly River.

After accidentally discovering this method, Wu Long immediately used it to alleviate the excruciating pain in his philtrum. Under Wu Long's deliberate self-protection, the two energies began to slowly merge, and as Wu Long's body continued to ram into tree trunks and boulders, the merging speed gradually increased.

Half an hour later, the Yin and Yang energies within the philtrum finally merged again, no longer repelling each other, forming a unique internal force that combined strength and gentleness. Xuanbing was Yin, containing Yang within Yin; Miejue was Yang, containing Yin within Yang. The two internal forces thus became perfectly integrated, forming a unified whole, indistinguishable from one another.

In fact, even Wu Long himself was unaware that, through this accidental encounter, he had truly fused the two rare true energies within his body—the Blazing Yang True Energy and the Thousand-Year Cold Energy—together. This unprecedented breakthrough was arguably the greatest in the history of martial arts. Moreover, this fusion shattered the long-standing barriers in martial arts, allowing Wu Long to truly enter the transcendent realm of Yin-Yang fusion in his internal force.

Strictly speaking, if Wu Long hadn't been exceptionally fortunate to possess both the Blazing Sun Divine Art and the Northern Darkness Divine Art—two unparalleled martial arts—and hadn't stumbled upon an external force that triggered the two internal energies to protect themselves, allowing them to gradually merge, this series of strokes of luck would have led to the current situation. Otherwise, Wu Long would likely have already exploded and died.

For anyone else, such good fortune would be impossible. Even if they could cultivate two extraordinary arts simultaneously, most people facing such a crisis would probably resort to meditation and internal energy cultivation, attempting to guide the two energies back to their respective meridians. The problem is, before the energy returns to its original state, the meridians and energy centers would likely be unable to withstand the turbulence and pressure of the two internal energies, ultimately resulting in death.

Wu Long unintentionally chose to release his true energy through an external impact, which allowed the two internal energies to gradually merge. This unintentional choice also solved a problem that had long troubled Wu Long, and in a single moment, it ultimately determined his fate.

The pitch-black forest was as clear as day, with all sorts of insect and bird sounds filling the air, even the sound of air flowing above the trees. It was as if all the changes in nature were now clearly presented to his eyes and ears.

Sensing something, Wu Long moved his mind and slowly spread his spiritual energy in all directions, carefully observing the life force contained in every part of the forest, not even missing the flowers, grass, and trees on the ground.

Through the observation of his spiritual energy, Wu Long felt the wonder of life and the mystery of the changes in nature. This novelty was something Wu Long had never experienced in his life.

The air in the forest seemed to be influenced by Wu Long, slowly flowing towards his location. When the airflow reached within five feet of him, it automatically swirled, making the flowers, grass, and trees on the ground appear even more vibrant and robust.

A sense of wonder at the unpredictable changes of nature and joy at the growth of life constantly surfaced in Wu Long's mind as he quietly received the messages coming from all directions.

Half an hour later, Wu Long seemed to have gained some insight, his handsome face displaying an expression of boundless amazement and satisfaction. Then, Wu Long slowly withdrew his spiritual energy, carefully examining his body. Under the penetrating power of his spiritual energy, the blood vessels and meridians within his body were clearly presented in his mind like a map on paper.

From these intricate meridians, Wu Long clearly saw two streams of true energy, one black and one white, flowing slowly through the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve regular meridians. When these two streams of true energy reached their meeting point, there was no repulsion; instead, they merged together, forming a unique black and white intermingling true energy.

After the true energy passed through the convergence point, it automatically separated again, circulating around its respective meridians. This extremely peculiar way of circulating was like a work of divine craftsmanship, even Wu Long couldn't help but admire it.

At this moment, Wu Long finally understood that the insurmountable gap in his heart had finally been crossed. From now on, as long as he practiced diligently, surpassing Bodhidharma and the Carefree Ancestor would definitely not be difficult. Just as Wu Long was rejoicing over his breakthrough in martial arts, he suddenly felt an unbearable itch on his left index finger. Then, a strange ring actually grew out of his flesh. Wu Long's eyes widened, somewhat unable to believe that such a bizarre thing could happen in the world of martial arts. He pulled it hard, and it really was as if it had grown into his finger.

"Don't try. This ring is already bound to your soul. Even if you chop off your finger, it will still be on your finger."

Wu Long felt a strange thought descend from the sky, and then he arrived in a virtual space. An ordinary old man sat in the void, drinking tea and smiling at him. Wu Long wanted to ask who he was, but then he remembered the dream from ten years ago and couldn't help but shout,

"God!"

The old man laughed and said,

"Kid, it's been almost twelve years. You've finally remembered me. Ah, speaking of which, you're really unlucky. If I hadn't just completed the Martial Arts Cube world and activated the teleportation ring I gave you, you'd probably be reincarnated by now."

Wu Long tried to take a few steps and found that this virtual space had no up or down, and although it seemed to be empty, he could step onto solid ground. He stepped forward and carefully examined God, saying:

"I never imagined that after eleven years, that dream would actually come true."

Eleven years ago, when he got close to the god, he only thought of him as an ordinary old man. Now, the closer he gets to the god, the more he can feel an endless and terrifying pressure emanating from him. The strange spiritual energy generated by his Yin-Yang Fusion Martial Arts Great Advancement makes him feel that the god's body is an endless black hole, and he is attracted into it as soon as he uses his spiritual energy. A feeling of fear and helplessness welled up in his heart. The god said with interest,

"Oh, you've really become much stronger. Hmm, not much. In such a short time, you've obtained the He Shi Bi jade and possessed two Jiazi's worth of innate true energy. You have potential. The reason you can feel my power now is because you yourself have become stronger. Don't underestimate yourself."

Wu Long knew this and nodded. The god said,

"Alright, I'll get straight to the point. After absorbing your true energy, the ring in your hand truly recognizes you as its master. With the ring, you can travel to other Jin Yong martial arts worlds to find the other two treasures. Oh, by the way, although you've only fused with less than one ten-thousandth of the He Shi Bi jade, you can already use some of its functions. I'll give you all its information." After

the god finished speaking, he gently pointed, and Wu Long felt a lot of information appear in his brain. He closed his eyes and began to organize it. The god said:

"Enjoy your time. Once you've collected the three treasures, you can return to the modern world. I'm going to play games now. Ugh, it's all your fault for introducing me to that dumpling game; it made me sad for days. Well, I've decided I'm going to create another anime world. Bye-bye!"

After saying this, Wu Long felt a bit dizzy, and then his consciousness returned to his body. (

Chapter 130 of the first part, Fallen Dragon World: Obtaining the Nine Yin Dragon Girl is in Trouble)

Looking at the ring on his finger, Wu Long was filled with emotion. This ring could actually allow him to travel between different magical worlds; it was simply miraculous, worthy of being called a god. The thought that he could return to real life once he found the three treasures made Wu Long's blood boil. The hope of returning to the real world made his only regret disappear, leaving only boundless excitement. He was a man who pursued power, and in this magical martial arts world, he had cultivated such divine skills and possessed so many beautiful wives. What more could he ask for in life?

Thinking of the many charming, intelligent, and pure women in Jin Yong's novels, Wu Long's heart burned even hotter. He murmured,

"It seems I am, after all, a lustful man."

He smiled slightly, stroking the ring, thinking to himself:

"Well, let's test it out first. The god once told me to pay attention to the time and place of my travels, because the two worlds are synchronized. But he didn't expect that I would master the He Shi Bi in the Tianlong world. The greatest power of the He Shi Bi is the power of time. With its help, I can create a peculiar time difference between the two martial arts worlds. With my current strength, I can barely achieve a 20:1 ratio. That is to say, if I go to another world for 20 days, this world will only have one day."

Wu Long once again felt the roaring Beiming True Qi within his body. The two true energies had merged and were no longer in danger of exploding. But this was far from his limit. Now he could separate the Yin Cold True Qi and the Scorching True Qi. As long as he had some more time and his understanding of martial arts deepened, the two true energies would form chaos, transforming from Yin and Yang into Wuji, and finally from one into ten thousand, which perfectly conformed to the essence of Taoist teachings. Thinking of this

, Wu Long smiled again. He now possessed two cycles of innate true qi. Perhaps it wasn't as great as Duan Yu and Xu Zhu's final achievements in the original book, but the internal energy they absorbed was unstable and far less refined than his. Combined with Wu Long's incredibly strong physique, he was confident he was now close to invincible. Wu Long carefully thought about Jin Yong's fourteen novels, but those memories were too distant. Although he had read all of Jin Yong's novels, his favorites were Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, The Return of the Condor Heroes, and The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, which left a deep impression on him. He didn't remember much of the others.

"Then let's start with The Return of the Condor Heroes. Which scene should I choose to enter? You know, once you choose, you can't enter the previous plot time; you can only enter from the time after you choose the start time. Hmm, let me think... the most regrettable part of The Return of the Condor Heroes is where it started... Hmm, I remember now." "

Wu Long then channeled his inner energy into the ring, causing it to emit a golden light. A golden compass formed before him, which he discovered was divided into fourteen sections, each inscribed with the titles of fourteen books in regular script. Wu Long touched the section on 'The Return of the Condor Heroes,' and the table of contents appeared. With a thought, a chapter from the table of contents transformed into countless light runes that scattered around him. The surrounding scenery blurred, and the light runes formed a distorted space. The next moment, Wu Long vanished from his spot.

At the center of the shimmering light was a deep lake." Water. Wu Long's body appeared in mid-air and then fell. Even with his unparalleled martial arts skills, this was his first time consciously traversing space, and he was still extremely uncomfortable. His whole body felt weak, and his internal organs felt as if they had been hollowed out; he had lost all feeling. He fell into the water, and the current lifted him up, making him float. The water surface clung tightly to the stone wall, offering no breathing space.

Wu Long swam to a more spacious area for over ten zhang. The current gradually slowed, and the terrain rose. Soon, he surfaced, swimming deeper and deeper, from his chest to his abdomen, and finally to his heels. Exhausted, Wu Long lay on the ground, panting heavily. After resting for a long time, Wu Long's spirits improved, and his internal energy was fully restored. He said,

"I never imagined that traversing time and space would require so much true energy, and the pressure on my body is terrifying. No wonder the Ring God gave me the ring, but only allowed me to use it more than ten years later. If I had used it recklessly before, I would have been dead."

Looking around, it was pitch black, but Wu Long's internal energy had long since reached the level of "seeing clearly through illusion. " Upon closer inspection, he could vaguely discern the inner cave at the foot of the mountain. The path was incredibly steep, rising straight upwards.

Wu Long thought to himself,

"This is the Ancient Tomb. Hmm, my timing should be correct. Little Dragon Girl and Yang Guo should already be out of the Ancient Tomb cultivating in the back mountains of Zhongnan Mountain. There's still time. I'll go check out the Chongyang Inscription first."

With that thought, Wu Long set off, his steps becoming increasingly strange along the cave's narrow path. Unconsciously, he crossed a stone gate and entered a stone chamber. The chamber itself was unremarkable.

Looking up, he saw the ceiling and stone walls covered with dense writing, including not only "Nine Yin Manual," "Secret Method for Unlocking Acupoints," "Secret Method for Holding Breath," and methods for breaking the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, but also the internal energy principles of the Quanzhen Sect and exquisite sword techniques. The writing appeared to have been carved with a sharp sword blade, each stroke penetrating three inches into the stone wall, the calligraphy flowing and vibrant. The characters, sharp and powerful like swords and halberds, possess an extreme strength yet retain a sense of roundness and refinement, revealing that the engraver's skill and cultivation had reached an extremely high level. Those who have read the original book know that this is the inscription left by Wang Chongyang.

When Wang Chongyang learned of Lin Chaoying's death in the Tomb of the Living Dead, remembering her lifelong devotion to him—a debt of gratitude that was truly immeasurable—he was overcome with grief at the separation of the living and the dead. Therefore, he secretly entered the tomb through a secret passage, avoiding her maids and disciples, to confront this former lover from the martial world. He stared at the deceased's face for a long time, then wept bitterly, before inspecting the stone tomb he had built. He saw the portrait of himself painted by Lin Chaoying, and the inscriptions carved by her on the ceiling of the two stone chambers. Seeing the exquisite and profound martial arts described in the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, each move a nemesis of the Quanzhen martial arts, his face turned ashen, and he immediately withdrew.

He went alone into the deep mountains, built a thatched hut, and for three years remained secluded, diligently studying the methods to counter the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra. Although he made some progress, he still… He ultimately failed to assemble a comprehensive and coherent martial arts system. Disheartened, he admired Lin Chaoying's intelligence even more, conceding defeat and ceasing his pursuit. More than ten years later, at the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, he won the legendary martial arts manual, the Nine Yin Manual. He resolved not to practice the techniques within, but driven by curiosity, he couldn't resist reading it once.

At that time, his martial arts were already unparalleled in the world. After a single glance and a few days of contemplation, he fully grasped the profound mysteries and essence contained within the Nine Yin Manual, and immediately burst into laughter. Returning to the Tomb of the Living Dead, he inscribed the essence of the Nine Yin Manual on the ceiling of the most secluded underground stone chamber, outlining the methods to break the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra. Having observed the state of the ancient tomb, he surmised that the empty coffins would be used by Lin Chaoying's disciples. He assumed they would enter the coffins themselves to await death, at which point they would learn that the founder of the Quanzhen School was no less than anyone else. Therefore, he wrote sixteen characters on the bottom of the empty coffin originally intended for his own use, so that Lin Chaoying's descendants would know the founder of the Quanzhen School at their deathbeds. His martial arts were truly beyond the reach of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra.

This was merely a moment of his competitive spirit; he had no intention of revealing the Nine Yin Manual to the world. He anticipated that by the time Lin Chaoying's disciples saw the Nine Yin Manual, they would already be on their deathbeds, and the secret would have to be taken underground. Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying were both martial arts prodigies, a match made in heaven. Between them, there was no

third party, male or female, to stir up trouble, nor were there any feuds or entanglements between relatives, friends, or fellow disciples. Wang Chongyang had previously been focused on his rebellion... Jin, preoccupied with important matters, had no time for personal relationships. However, his righteous army was destroyed, and he lived in seclusion in an ancient tomb. Lin Chaoying came to comfort him, her tenderness and noble spirit deeply moving. At that point, there was no reason for such a good thing to end badly, yet they still ended up with a tragic love story. One became a Taoist priest, and the other died in sorrow in the stone tomb. The reasons for this were unknown to Qiu Chuji and his disciples, and even Wang and Lin themselves could not explain it, only attributing it to "lack of fate." But they did not realize that this lack of fate was the "effect" rather than the "cause." Both were highly skilled in martial arts... Overly self-confident, whenever their feelings for each other began to blossom, their discussions of martial arts would inevitably escalate into rivalry, a rivalry that remained unbroken until their deaths. Lin Chaoying created the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, a counter to the Quanzhen martial arts, while Wang Chongyang, unwilling to concede defeat, had the Nine Yin Manual engraved in his tomb. However, he reflected that the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra was created by Lin Chaoying herself, while he relied on the legacy of his predecessors, making him inferior in comparison. From then on, he became deeply humble, often admonishing his disciples to cultivate self-restraint, tolerance, and a humble and unassuming nature.

As for the secret map on the ceiling, it was carved when the stone tomb was first built, originally to allow escape through a secret passage if the tomb was besieged by the Jin army for a long time. Even Lin Chaoying was unaware of this secret passage. Lin Chaoying thought that once she put down the "Dragon-Slaying Stone," she would perish together with the enemy. She didn't realize that when Wang Chongyang built the stone tomb, he was plotting a major campaign to restore the Central Plains, filled with ambition and determination. How could he possibly allow himself to be in such a desperate situation after a single defeat? Later, when Wang Chongyang relinquished

the stone tomb, he feared Lin Chaoying would criticize him for preparing a retreat to escape, thus losing the spirit of a magnanimous man. Therefore, he didn't tell her, but this was also out of a competitive spirit. Wu Long silently memorized all the Nine Yin Manual techniques. These techniques were extremely profound for Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, and could not be mastered overnight. However, for Wu Long, he could learn them after just one reading, and master them in a short time. His martial arts were so advanced that even Huang Tang dared not claim victory in front of him. Moreover, this was only a fragment of the Nine Yin Manual. Ordinary people who practice martial arts from childhood must start with external skills. Only after mastering fist and foot techniques can they learn internal energy cultivation methods, circulating qi into the body to fill the entire body, gradually progressing, and then opening the twelve meridians. The eight extraordinary meridians, once internal energy is practiced, allow for the gathering and releasing of internal energy. When gathered, the true energy is firmly concentrated between the navel and abdomen; when released, the energy flows freely, and power is evenly distributed, reaching everywhere.

However, such a step-by-step approach, aiming for both internal and external cultivation, requires decades of practice. Reaching the pinnacle of mastery is virtually impossible. If one's foundation and comprehension are insufficient, encountering profound and mysterious martial arts will cause one's existing skills to clash, resulting in dizziness or even demonic possession. This demonstrates that martial arts training is not a matter of a day or two; haste makes waste. While ordinary people progress gradually from simple to complex, Wu Long takes the opposite approach, progressing from the complex to the simple, achieving instant mastery with effortless ease. After a moment's thought, Wu Long fully grasped the concept. He suddenly remembered the princess he encountered in the world of Tianlong, whose martial arts he found so wondrous and mysterious. Now, seeing this, everything became clear. Wu Long thought:

"That princess also knows the Nine Yin Manual. No wonder I felt I'd heard her martial arts somewhere before."

He slowly stood up, holding a lamp forward to probe the way. Turning a corner, he saw a row of stone steps leading upwards. At the end of the steps was a short passageway leading to an upper stone opening. He slowly climbed the steps, revealing a stone coffin inside. There were three other sealed stone coffins in the room. In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, he had searched all the stone chambers, but still hadn't found a single ghost. This only deepened his sense of eeriness. Finally, he arrived at a back hall, which was also empty with little furnishing, except for a water painting hanging on the east and west walls. The west wall depicts two young women:

one, around twenty-five or twenty-six, is dressing in front of a mirror; the other, a maid of about fourteen or fifteen, serves her with a basin. The older woman's reflection in the mirror is strikingly beautiful, with delicate eyebrows and a hint of menace in her eyes, inspiring awe. The portrait hanging on the east wall vaguely depicts a Taoist priest, quite tall, with a long sword at his waist. His right index finger points to the northeast corner, but his back is turned outwards, obscuring his face. In the upper left corner of the painting is a poem:

"Last night, the hibernating insects chirped incessantly, startling me from a thousand-mile dream; it was already past midnight. I rose and walked alone through the streets, all was quiet, the moon shone brightly outside the curtain. My white hair is stained with the pursuit of fame and fortune; the old mountains and bamboos are aged, hindering my return. I wish to entrust my heart's secrets to the zither, but few understand; who will listen to the broken strings?" Although Wu Long grew up in an orphanage abroad, his mother had meticulously preserved the villas left by his father, treating them as priceless treasures. The study, in particular, was filled with books from both China and abroad. As a child, he had even perused some Chinese language books and knew that the poem in question was Yue Fei's "Little Chongshan." He also saw a short poem inscribed at the bottom: "On the Double Ninth Festival, Quanzhen Sect rises, its spirit so magnificent! Wielding its sword, it strikes the floating clouds, arriving at the ancient tomb of Chaoying."

Thinking

of their relationship, Wu Long sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to leave to find the Jade Bed, he suddenly noticed a different sound from the floor tile beneath his feet. It seemed hollow, something an ordinary person might not notice, but in such a quiet environment, Wu Long's martial arts skills made it impossible to miss. After a careful search, he discovered the mechanism: a tiny protrusion on one corner of a floor tile. Wu Long pressed it with his inner energy, and a series of sounds arose. Then, above his head, he heard a "click," and the stone chamber ceiling began to open. A stone slab protruded from the center, forming a square-shaped empty box. Inside, a piece of cloth was vaguely visible.

Wu Long stood up, gazing up at the hidden secrets within the stone box. Using his lightness skill, he leaped into the air, reached out, and easily retrieved the cloth from the box, landing effortlessly. In an instant, the stone slab returned to its original position, retracting back into the ceiling. Wu Long was secretly amazed. He casually unfolded the cloth, revealing densely packed writing. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that it recorded Wang Chongyang's ultimate martial art, the "Innate Skill," and a complete scroll of the "Nine Yin Manual." It turned out that during the later Mount Hua Sword Tournament, Wang Chongyang used the Innate Skill to overwhelm all the other competitors and win the martial arts championship. Driven by curiosity, he studied the extraordinary book "Nine Yin Manual," delving into its mysteries and profound meanings. After more than ten days of contemplation, he achieved a complete understanding. He then returned to the Tomb of the Living Dead and, in the most secret underground chamber, inscribed portions of the Nine Yin Manual's key points, outlining methods to counter the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra.

However, he reflected that the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra was created by Lin Chaoying, while he relied on a predecessor's work, making him inferior and deeply ashamed. At this point, his martial arts had reached a state of perfection, and he recalled his former lover's lifelong devotion, feeling profound gratitude. This was no small matter. He placed his late-life masterpiece, the Innate Skill, and a handwritten copy of the *Nine Yin Manual*, within a secret passage hidden in the ceiling mechanism beneath Lin Chaoying's stone coffin.

This secret passage was known only to Wang Chongyang. The ceiling mechanism was designed according to the 64 hexagrams of the I Ching, and on the north wall were carved ten large characters: "How could Chongyang be heartless? Chaoying is buried in this ancient tomb," to express his deep sorrow and longing. He knew that his disciples, spanning generations, would find it difficult to comprehend this supreme martial art. Rather than leave it as a source of trouble, he decided to preserve it in the ancient tomb for future generations. Wu Long never imagined that… Such a discovery surprised him greatly.

Upon closer inspection, he found that the golden scroll contained the Nine Yin Manual, the ultimate martial art Wu Long desired most. The scroll contained the secrets and methods for cultivating internal energy and returning to the source, as well as principles of fist and sword techniques—all the core tenets of Taoist internal cultivation. It could be considered the general outline of Taoist martial arts, containing phrases like "The highest good is like water, which benefits all things without striving," and "Perfect harmony and wisdom, cultivating both body and function, being still even in motion, and tranquil even in grasping." The second volume contained practical combat methods, such as "The softest thing in the world can overcome the hardest thing in the world," and "Great perfection seems flawed, yet its use is inexhaustible." The latest

version of the text is profound in meaning, each word containing a mysterious secret. With each reading, Wu Long gains a deeper understanding of martial arts, and his internal energy gradually becomes more complete. Wang Chongyang's Innate Skill emphasizes the integration of spirit, energy, and meridians, aiming for a unity of spirit, energy, and nature. Practicing this skill allows the eight extraordinary meridians to open automatically, with the aim of yin and yang residing in the Ren and Du channels, and breath originating in the dantian. It can warm the entire body without fire and moisten the five internal organs without water. As long as this thread remains unbroken, the life force will not perish. Energy arises from essence, which in turn generates spirit, and spirit governs essence and energy. Essence is the source. Qi is the driving force, and spirit is the master; the strength of one's internal energy is the key to determining one's lifespan and survival.

After reading the two supreme Taoist manuals, Wu Long gained profound understanding. He immediately sat cross-legged, and the viscous true energy within his body circulated rapidly and unimpeded through his meridians, constantly expanding them. When a vortex of true energy formed again in his dantian, gradually increasing in speed, a powerful attraction also emerged from the dantian vortex. The true energy that was still circulating throughout his body was rapidly pulled towards the dantian by this powerful attraction. At this moment, the empty meridians, due to the interaction with the external... Due to the pressure difference of the boundary, the external spiritual energy is drawn in and gathers towards the dantian as the true energy vortex rotates continuously. During the process of the true energy being compressed by the dantian vortex, this spiritual energy is slowly compressed again and again. When it is condensed to a certain density, it is successfully transformed into the true energy of the Luo God. Even if the true energy in the dantian absorbs spiritual energy and compresses it into true energy in the body to one ten-thousandth of its own true energy during a contraction after an explosion, the true energy in his body is still steadily and slowly increasing with each explosion and contraction.

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