【The Tale of the Demon Sword】(Volume 29, Chapter 145)

Chapter 145: Rebirth and Reincarnation, a Nightmare of Dawn.

Zi Lingyan felt as if she were surrounded by a dazzling white light. Sounds, images, and even the warmth or coolness of her skin seemed

distant, like being immersed in still water, or watching someone speak or act from afar—a feeling both ethereal

and otherworldly.

She often felt she didn't belong to this world. Her life was left behind in that bright, day-like white night.

Even though it should have been pitch black, the fragments of her memories were always unusually bright and piercing,

repeating with that scorching, agonizing scream—

but so this was what "isolation from the world" felt like, quite different from what she had imagined. Zi Lingyan felt a sense of realization,

somewhat reluctant to leave this strange experience. She still tried desperately to move her fingertips, as if doing so would at least give

herself and the two elders an explanation.

—It was useless.

The Green-Faced God's "Azure Bird Subduing Form Technique" could control the minds of others, even using their voices. She

judged she was facing some very similar mental manipulation technique.

However, the dominance of the Subduing Form Technique is extremely brutal. Even with the Grand Elder's abilities, the Green-Faced God cannot freely enter and exit another's mind as if walking through

a door ; forcibly taking a person's life would result in the same fate as ending the technique.

Unless one practices a similar mind-body secret art, this method can only kill, offering no benefit to exploring the mysteries of the mind's sea of consciousness.

Just like how the Grand Elder could always call out to her and the White-Eyed Demon through their mouths.

Did this woman who called herself "Mingduan" also learn the Taiyin Refining Form Technique of this sect?

"No. What I practice is the 'Transcendent True Technique,' which is much stronger than the Taiyin Refining Form Technique of the Wandering Corpse Sect."

She heard herself answer this from her lips, tongue, and throat, accompanied by a wave of extremely uncomfortable nausea and frustration. Who are you? Why

...

why is this happening?

"My mother sent me." There seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone. "I've wanted to see you for so long. You don't know me,

but I know you. Your father's notes told me a lot about you. Is your sewing doll still there? I want

to see it."

Zi Lingyan couldn't move, only letting tears fill her eyes. Her murderous white pupils seemed to have their eerie colorless film washed away

by her tears , the pupils gradually emerging from the watery light, her sorrowful autumn eyes like rain and mist, as if they could

hurt her heart.

It's long gone. I've always wanted to sew another one, but it was just a thought. Back then...

she forcefully suppressed the thought, no longer thinking about the doll. For a long time, the Green-Faced God didn't let her come into contact with

anything that might remind her of life at the main altar. She was used to suppressing such thoughts to prevent her emotions from inadvertently

leaking out and worrying the two elders.

Cui Mingduan clearly noticed this sudden restraint and suddenly became stubborn. "I want to see it." Zi Lingyan

uttered words churning with emotion, accompanied by an even stronger discomfort. "What's wrong with sewing a rag doll? Why did you only

tell half the story?"

It was because—

Zi Ling suppressed her longing and realized she had overlooked an obvious anomaly.

Mind-reading doesn't exist. Even someone as powerful as the Green-Faced God or the Mysterious and Limitless Subduing Form Technique could only

influence others with their own will, seeing what they wanted to see and hearing what they wanted to hear. They couldn't easily peek into

someone's .

The mind-reading ability displayed by the Green-Faced God was merely the result of the interaction of the Subduing Form Technique's sensitivity to emotional fluctuations, the technique of interfering with others' sensory perceptions with

will , and the Grand Elder's profound understanding of human nature and the world

. But this woman could see into her mind, not with perfect accuracy, but the density of information received far surpassed any

mind-reading techniques she knew, even exceeding the Azure Bird Subduing Form Technique, the sect's signature skill of the Lower Corpse Pavilion. It was as if…

as if a wisp of soul had entered her body, even becoming her.

Does such a martial art truly exist in this world? How did she do it?

"I'm not happy that you killed Nanpu Yun," Cui Mingduan persisted. "Tell me you're sewing a rag doll, and I'll

forgive you." As if torturing her, waves of stubborn emotion shook her consciousness, the intense discomfort making Zi Lingyan

's already pale face even paler.

Don't do this. It's not what you want—

"If you don't tell me, I'll have someone spank you!" As if sensing a flicker of fear in her heart, Zi

Lingyan heard herself utter extremely terrifying words. "You're not afraid of pain, are you? You're afraid of filth and grime?

Tell me you're sewing a rag doll."

I don't want to. That would make you—

"Guards, strip her clothes off!"

The assassins of Golden Ring Valley, hidden in the bushes, exchanged glances. They couldn't disobey their young master's orders, but if the jade corpse had been possessed by the young master's soul

, stripping her clothes would be tantamount to touching the young master's entire body. If Nineteen Niang knew this, she wouldn't be satisfied with just a few heads.

However, seeing the jade corpse's appearance, she was clearly not completely subdued; otherwise, the young master would have undressed himself, why would he need to call for help? With Nan Gong's corpse lying on the spot,

who dared approach her!

For the sake of her beloved daughter and determined to capture the jade corpse, Cui

Shijiu Niang ordered Nan Puyun, one of the top masters of Jin Huan Valley, known as "Eagle-Seeing Wind," to oversee the operation at Guachuan Temple. Nan Puyun was highly skilled in martial arts and renowned for his prestige .

Having spent most of his life on the edge of a knife, he was far more reliable than most discerning people and often took over command of the jackals in Shijiu Niang's place, making him the ideal choice for

leader .

However, Shijiu Niang, despite her meticulous planning, could not have foreseen that the "Purple Shadow Shifting Light Technique" would kill Nan Puyun in a single encounter.

With Nan Gong, who had personally led the charge, now dead, Cui Mingduan instantly became the highest-ranking and most honored person present,

thus taking over command. Everyone groaned in despair, yet dared not retreat. Some quick-footed individuals rushed to report to Golden Ring Valley,

while the remaining colleagues prayed fervently, hoping

nothing would go wrong before the new commander—most likely Nineteen herself—arrived.

Unfortunately, mishaps seemed determined to catch them.

In the courtyard, "Purple Spirit Eyes" called out several times, but receiving no response, her expression remained blank. After a moment, she said

, "You're disobedient. I'll do it myself." With a click, the paper door of the side hall slid open, and a

young woman in a tight-fitting outfit leaped out. She stumbled a few steps upon landing, but then walked faster and more steadily. Her pretty round face bore no resemblance to the woman in purple

before her , yet their expressions were identical. Reaching Purple Spirit Eyes' side, she didn't even glance at her,

reaching out to pull at her belt.

Suddenly, a loud laugh came from outside the eaves: "One Measure of Pearl, you've gone astray! You're not playing the role of a proper prostitute, but instead you're stripping a respectable woman

of her clothes!" It was none other than Old Man Hu.

The young girl was none other than Cui Mingduan's "Ruyi Nu" Yu Huzhu. She looked up blankly, her previously dazed expression

suddenly shifting subtly. Her face flushed, her cheeks puffed out, a mixture of anger and joy

on her face, as if all these awkward expressions were crammed onto her features, none quite right. She seemed busy with something, then

cried out,

"I am not Yi Hu Zhu!"

Old Hu leaped down from the wall, his wounds from Liu Yan's attack already bandaged. He casually tossed aside

several , laughing, "Not Yi Hu Zhu? Don't try to fool me! Ming Duan is not like this!" "

Yu Hu Zhu" had long forgotten about the Purple Robe Kasyapa daughter and the rag doll incident, and angrily retorted, "I am like

this! What else could I be?" Hu Yanzhi dodged a ghost-headed saber and a blue-edged sword, kicked away two

black-clad men wielding lassos, and was already within a ten-foot radius of her. He calmly said :

"The way you dress, you're clearly a pearl! Don't try to fool me, tsk tsk, the way you tie your belt has already

given away your true colors! You think you can become Mingduan just because you've imitated Mingduan's speech perfectly? You

liar, you shameless scoundrel! You shameless, vain, hypocritical, deceitful little devil!"

Cui Mingduan was absolutely furious.

"I'm not Yi Hu Zhu, and she's not called Yi Hu Zhu! I'm not a liar, a shameless cat, a vain,

hypocritical, deceitful little devil!"

"You're lying!"

"I didn't!"

"Your belt—"

"I'll tie it for you!"

She bent down and yanked at her apron, the tightly wrapped ties falling to the ground with a rustling sound. Hu Yanzhi happened to be in

front of her at that moment, grabbed the belt, and with a twist, wrapped it around her two slender arms and plump waist, binding Yi Hu Zhu into

a string of dumplings, wrapping her up tightly.

Even if Cui Mingduan was completely ignorant of worldly affairs, she should have realized by now that she had fallen for a trap. Hu Yanzhi expected her to give him a good scolding, and he was already prepared with

a belly full of sarcastic remarks. Unexpectedly, Yu Huzhu trembled, suddenly freeing herself from her host body. Her face was pale and she was panting heavily.

Her breasts, bound tightly by the ropes, heaved dramatically, the snowy flesh seemingly about to overflow. She shook her head, blinked, and said blankly,

"Master Hu...Master Hu?"

Hu Yanzhi picked up Zi Lingyan and kicked away two Golden Ring Valley disciples who came to her aid, one after the other.

He grinned said, "We meet again, Yu Huzhu. Didn't work today? How wonderful."

Yu Huzhu was about to reply when she suddenly felt a chill between her legs. Her wide trousers, now without the waistband, slipped down to her ankles, revealing her

fair and rounded lower body. Her legs were slender and straight, and her full, round, and smooth mons pubis, like freshly steamed buns, made

one want to take a bite.

She cried out "Ah!" and blushed. Forgetting that her hands were restrained, she swayed her hips and slipped into the side hall to avoid

being seen by others.

Looking at all of Mr. Ghost's men, Hu Yanzhi only feared the "jackals." These assassins raised by Golden Ring Valley were only of third-rate

martial arts sect level. Apart from a few skilled fighters like Nanpu Yun and Qi Luoyan, Hu Yanzhi didn't take them seriously at all. At this moment

, the courtyard was filled with groans of pain. More than a dozen Golden Ring Valley assassins tossed and turned, clutching their wounds. The rest of them finally realized:

in a one-on-one fight , none of them could withstand a single blow from this bearded man! They quickly formed a tight circle, trying to force him into a corner.

Hu Yanzhi felt the person in his arms was as soft as if boneless, her body warm and full to the touch, yet so light it seemed she could dance on his palm.

The sensation was indescribable, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. Remembering that they were surrounded, he suppressed the urge to look closer,

stepped on a chain gun that had been used to steal a moment, and called out, "Miss Fu, be careful!" A white figure

appeared over the wall—it was Fu Chijin, waiting to provide backup. Just as

Hu Yanzhi was about to throw her, Zi Lingyan suddenly raised her delicate chin, her clear, bright left eye staring

directly at him. She whispered, "Villain!" and slapped him across the face.

The beauty's angry expression was undeniably alluring, but her strength was unwavering, striking Old Hu so hard that he saw stars and his mouth twisted in pain. He

quickly moved his chin and turned back, grinning, "No, little master. I was trying to save you,

not to be disrespectful—" Suddenly, he fell silent, staring blankly for a long time, thinking to himself:

"Fu Chijin's master, the dignified 'Jade Corpse' Zi Lingyan, must be at least forty or fifty, right? How come she's such a

tender virgin? Not to mention Nineteenth Sister, she's even her daughter! Damn, is she some kind of blood-sucking, youthful old zombie?" His

right hand, holding her snowy buttocks, tightened. The soft, delicate flesh that sank into his fingers was indeed the mature beauty of a woman

; but her strong, straight back was clearly the sign of a budding maiden, a virgin...

This isn't right! You can't be both a flower and a heart, you have to choose a side! Otherwise, if you get to play with both,

how are the other's muscles and limbs supposed to survive?

Fu Chijin, perched atop the wall, watched as Hu Yanzhi nearly collapsed. The area around him, which he had just managed to clear, was flooded with fresh blood.

Hu Yanzhi dodged nimbly amidst the flashing blades, his hands gripping his young master's buttocks rather improperly, like squeezing pork,

refusing to throw anything at him. Fu Chijin couldn't very well accuse him of being lecherous and taking advantage of others, so she was both anxious and annoyed, thinking, "My young

master didn't beat you unjustly!" She called out from the circle,

"Hu Yanzhi, hurry!"

Hu Yanzhi snapped out of his daze, sweeping away a group of people with a flurry of kicks. Just as he was about to exert his strength,

he was unexpectedly slapped by Zi Lingyan, spinning him around halfway, almost throwing him to the other side of the wall. Fortunately, Zi Lingyan wasn't finished; she swung her hand back again

, turning him around and returning him to his original position.

Old Hu was on the verge of tears. "Fine, touching your butt was wrong, but you have to consider the occasion when you seek revenge. Who are you

making things difficult ?" Seeing her raise her hand for the fourth time, Hu Yanzhi threw her to the ground, punched two people who had come to interfere

, and vented his anger, saying, "If you hit me again, I'll get angry! Do you have any sense of reason?"

Zi Lingyan casually dusted off her dress and gracefully stood up, still elegant and composed, neither angry nor flustered. But for some reason,

a blush seemed to spread across her pale face. She parted her lips slightly and said calmly, "I don't care about reason. You bullied Mingduan, so

I'll avenge her." Facing Old Hu, she lifted the hair that covered her right eye!

Zi Lingyan, who had been trapped in a state of chaos, suddenly felt the barrier surrounding her weaken, and her consciousness

became closer to her senses, as if she was only one step away from regaining her body. In her slightly clearer vision, she could vaguely see

a round-faced girl in a tight-fitting outfit running towards her, reaching out to undo her belt; the girl's features were indistinct,

but she possessed a strange feeling that was very familiar, even "friendly," like... like seeing a reflection in a mirror

.

Zi Lingyan suddenly understood.

The person who possessed her body did the same to the girl. The difference was that the

woman named "Mingduan" could not manipulate her body at will. Mingduan's limit was to influence consciousness from the brain to the lips, tongue, and throat

; even so, continuously influencing her consciousness and body

was .

But the round-faced girl was different. She was completely unguarded against those who tried to manipulate her, even opening her heart and offering herself

completely . This could only be achieved through rigorous training, for both of them.

The secret technique used by Mingduan and the girl was from

the The Purple Spirit Eye had never thought it could be used in this way. She stared at the girl's blurry figure with great interest,

as if she could see the secrets of this new method.

But the situation changed drastically after the man descended from the sky.

Zi Lingyan couldn't hear what he said, nor could she make out his face. A tidal wave

surged into her heart, almost filling every crevice, like a torrential downpour

shattering everything in its path, leaving it almost unrecognizable, without a moment's respite—

(No...don't do this! Shh—relax...don't do this, don't do this. Shh...)

She held onto her own will to prevent it from being destroyed by the flood; only in this way could both sides have a chance to be restored to their original state. Ming

Duan's method of manipulating consciousness might be more powerful and domineering than hers, but the prized disciple trained by the Green-Faced God was undoubtedly

more experienced.

Zi Lingyan guided the flow of her thoughts, preventing the overwhelming emotions from surging out of control, gradually making sense of them.

Just as human strength cannot contend with a river, but can build dams with bamboo baskets and pebbles, diverting, channeling,

blocking, and deepening—all are possible. Mingduan's river of thoughts collapsed in her heart, but Zilingyan used her thoughts as a cage

to avert a devastating flood.

She gently stirred it, and the water responded accordingly, like fingers and strings, inseparable yet

each complete and independent.

(Why are you so concerned about this person?)

As soon as the thought arose, countless images surfaced, like water snakes intertwining, their cool, slippery

surfaces gradually dissolving and seeping into every part of her heart.

Zilingyan felt as if she were drowning, her chest filled with a massive amount of images, perceptions, thoughts...

rapidly experiencing everything Mingduan had gone through: the magnificent "Spring" hall,

the huge , the disheveled body lying on the floor, the man's strong and muscular physique... and those

moments of being squeezed, penetrated, scraped, and thrust, with juices splashing—

all that was strange and obscene made her heart flutter.

If not for the Grand Elder's guidance from a young age to suppress distracting thoughts, cultivate a cold and

aloof heart, she would inevitably be overwhelmed by lustful desires and unable to control herself. But what attracted Zi Lingyan more at this moment was not the

intoxicating , but the way this communication was.

"'Purple Shadow Shifting Light' is not a technique for killing. Killing is the result, not the cause." She still remembered her father holding her on

his lap, smiling as he said this to her. "It's easier to use a sword than to train your gaze into a sword or your will into a sword.

Martial arts are just the lowest level. The pursuit of our sages of the Upper Corpse Clan is far more profound than that."

"Then what is it that our sages of the Upper Corpse Clan pursued?" Although Zi Lingyan was young, she spoke with an air of maturity and authority when imitating

adults .

Blood Corpse King Zi Luo Jia smiled and gently tapped her forehead.

"This is it. Some call it 'heart,' some call it 'brain spirit,' others say it's the master of the limbs and bones,

or the three souls and seven spirits, etc. In short, it's the master of the body." The Blood Corpse King, Qingqu Xiulang, smiled gently and patiently

said, "When a person dies, the body remains in the same place until the blood cools and the corpse stiffens, rotting with the dust. It can be seen that what keeps people alive

is not the five internal organs, bones, skin, and flesh, but the things that are discarded from the body and disappear. Otherwise, wouldn't there be

people in the world whose bodies are half-rotten but whose souls still remain? Yu'er, you must remember: consciousness and intention are the foundation of a person. Abandoning the fundamental and pursuing the trivial is definitely not

the Great Way."

"Consciousness and intention..." Little Ziling tilted her head, showing a suspicious look.

She originally wanted to repeat "Abandoning the fundamental and pursuing the trivial is definitely not the Great Way," her father loved to hear her repeat his words,

but question was too annoying, and it even beat the little girl's desire to show off. "...What is it? Yu'er

can't see it at all?"

Ziluo Jia laughed. "Sometimes, even when your father calls your name in his heart without uttering a sound, Yu'er can still hear it. Or,

when Yu'er is thinking of her father, he walks to your door. These are thoughts and intentions, how can Yu'er not see them?"

This exchange of thoughts is one of the signs of communication through intention.

Like twins, they are born with the ability to understand each other's thoughts, sometimes conveying meaning without words.

However, this is an innate ability, not ordinary; if Mingduan can achieve such a level after integrating her knowledge with her own,

it would be a significant step towards the "fundamental path" her father so desperately sought!

Zi Lingyan's emotions fluctuated; she never imagined that such communication could be two-way, that she could read Mingduan

's thoughts, and that Mingduan could also enter her heart. The memory of her father had barely crossed her mind when the image of her sewing the rag doll

suddenly flashed before her eyes—she knew this wasn't her own intention, but rather a fragment of memory that had seeped into Mingduan's heart being stirred up,

unearthing everything long buried—

"...Sewing the rag doll!" Zi Ling's eyes seemed to hear Mingduan's joyful shout. Although she had never heard

Mingduan's voice before, and didn't even know what she looked like.

Don't look. Mingduan! Don't look...no...

that was a gift from her father, and Yu'er would take it with her wherever she went, until the night the main altar was breached.

She held her beloved rag doll in one arm, her other hand held by an adult, as they wandered through the escape

tunnels . The torches on the stone walls of the passageway flickered,

her heart as if it would burst from her chest, unable to breathe any more…

Yu'er tripped and fell, the baby in her arms tossed to a corner, and the dark red blood, like the foot-washing water poured into

the ditch , splattered onto the baby; the blood of the pursuers, the blood of her uncle who protected her, more pursuers, and

the timely arrival of the Corpse-Wandering Sect reinforcements… The blood, forming a small mound on the ground, slowly spread, gradually

soaking Yu'er's mouth and nose, yet the clanging of swords and the screams and howls above her never ceased—

She heard Mingduan scream in terror, yet she couldn't escape the intertwined and merging consciousness. All the feelings and

images surged into her heart like a torrent, filling every crevice of Mingduan's soul. The fear was magnified and marked infinitely,

as clear as if she were actually there, just like it had appeared in her dreams every night for decades.

Hush—don't be afraid, don't be afraid…I'm here, don't be afraid…none of that can hurt you anymore, I

know . Hush, good girl! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid—

she felt Mingduan slumped amidst the terrifying memories swirling around her, crying helplessly.

The restraints that had severed the connection between her body and mind slowly loosened, and she felt as if she had been pulled from deep water, her

senses gradually returning to their original state. Don't cry, Mingduan, don't be afraid. I'll teach the person who bullied you to never appear again,

okay?

Be good.

Fu Chijin was terrified. Ignoring his injuries, he leaped down from the wall, dodging two

Golden Ring Valley assassins who were blocking his way in the middle, and quickly pulled Zi Lingyan aside. "...Little Master, stop!"

"Damn it, what are you doing here?" Old Hu was furious. "Didn't I tell you to provide cover on the wall? Once the plan

is made, it has to be executed! Right now...right now, all three of us are inside. You really want me to fight my way out?!"

Fu Chijin glared at him fiercely: "Next time my little master shows you his right eye, get as far away as you can! Remember

this, you owe me a life!" He pointed to the side, and a flash of lightning appeared in the sky, illuminating the lifeless, deathly

pale Nanpu Cloud.

A thunderous boom followed, and Yu Zhan drifted aimlessly in the wind. Of the Golden Ring Valley assassins still standing,

only five or six remained. Hu Yanzhi's lightning-fast eyes swept over them; their clothes and hair disheveled, the crescent-shaped wall of men intimidated by his imposing presence,

involuntarily retreated, forced step by step to the screen wall, clearing a path for the corridor.

Hu Yanzhi raised one arm, protecting Fu Chijin and her disciple as they walked up the corridor. Just as he was about to signal them to pass first, he suddenly

stopped. A flash of lightning outside the corridor revealed a slightly hunched figure. The newcomer was dressed in black, with disheveled hair and graying

eyes —it was the same jackal who had fought Old Hu at "Xianzhouting."

The Golden Ring Valley assassins were invigorated by the arrival of reinforcements, but then the figure tossed a

round object the size of a watermelon, with eyes and tongue sticking out—it was the one who had sent the news to Golden Ring Valley.

The assassins were terrified, finally realizing that advancing or retreating meant certain death. If they couldn't complete their mission today, they would

have nowhere to go. A surge of survival instinct arose within them, and even the few assassins protecting Cui Mingduan in the inner room leaped out. The dozen or so eyes

that turned gleamed with the ferocity of trapped beasts, and the situation took another turn.

"Be careful," Hu Yanzhi whispered, staring at the "jackals" without daring to turn around. "This time they're serious.

Give me the new guy. You two, don't linger. Remember the 'Earth' plan?" He was referring to

the retreat through the alley behind Guachuan Temple.

Fu Chijin grunted in agreement, then suddenly, arm in arm with Zi Lingyan, they leaped over the carved railing, moving with the agility of a rabbit and the swiftness of a falcon, retreating

without warning towards the moon gate at the bottom of the courtyard. The assassins pursued silently. Amidst the thunderous roar,

figures flashed, their movements a back-and-forth, a standoff that lasted longer than the actual fighting. The stillness was often more dangerous than the brief struggles

. Though lacking the previous fierce shouts and grand spectacle, a more oppressive pressure was present. It wouldn't be surprising if one of them

suddenly collapsed, bleeding profusely.

Zi Ling's eyes had just escaped the mental control of the "Transcendent True Skill," and having previously unleashed a powerful "Purple Shadow

Shift," she was unlikely to withstand the strain of close combat for a short time. Fu Chijin needed to protect her, further increasing the risk of their

escape . The seemingly effortless rescue operation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Hu Yanzhi secretly gathered his energy, and as lightning flashed, he leaped forward, his fist

slamming into "Jackal's" face before the thunder subsided!

In terms of speed, Hu Yanzhi was confident he wouldn't lose to anyone. The "Illusion of Rituals," which he had diligently practiced since childhood, was a

unique martial art that began with light-footed leg techniques and cultivated internal strength from the outside. His master, though accommodating,

was ruthless when it came to urging him to practice this art; there was no limit to his strictness. After recognizing Mr. Ghost, Hu Yanzhi finally

deeply understood He Zhuoyi's painstaking efforts.

"Illusion of Rituals" was not just about speed, but also the mental technique for mastering many of the world's fastest swords and blades. He Zhuoyi

, unfamiliar with the martial arts of the Fox Spirit Sect, could not replace Hu Yanzhi's father, who had laid the foundation for the "Heavenly Fox Blade Technique" from the very beginning.

However, with "Illusion of Rituals," he could greatly shorten the time it would take for Hu Yanzhi to delve into the Heavenly Fox Blade. Even Mr. Ghost

, when teaching his younger brother sword techniques and secrets, had to admit that the old man He Zhuoyi was

insightful prepared for this day.

Mastering speed is mastering power!

Hu Yanzhi swept across the corridor with incredible speed. Taking advantage of the thunder's disruption of hearing, his fists rained down like a sudden downpour.

The blind "jackal" was forced to cover his head with his hands and elbows to protect himself. He was not only unable to retaliate, but

also had no chance to take a step back or break free of the encirclement. He was like a dull, heavy piece of rotten wood, making hollow "thud" sounds under the heavy punches.

This was not a reckless swing of his fists in a fit of anger, but rather the "

Swallows Flying in Pairs "—a dual-sword technique that borrowed from the Heavenly Fox Saber mental method and was further developed and expanded upon the Heavenly Gate Sword lineage

. Old Hu had once passed on a simplified version of it to Geng Zhao, omitting the moves, under the name "Peerless Quick Slash."

At this moment, the movements flowed seamlessly into the fist technique, chaotic yet orderly, surprisingly accurate. Most of the punches landed

on the jackal's flanks, sides, neck, and behind the ears—areas of vulnerability—with only a few striking the elbows and arms. This was merely a ploy to lure and harass

the opponent, forcing them to continuously expose weaknesses.

Hu Yanzhi unleashed over a hundred powerful strikes with his inner energy, knowing his strength was waning. His strikes became increasingly cunning,

relentlessly . Finally, he forced his opponent to open a gap in his elbow, and a punch landed squarely between his eyebrows and cheekbone!

This is a critical point on the body; the jagged, uneven surface of the fist could simultaneously injure the soft tendons of the

temple, the outer corner of the eye, and even the soft pupil—all potentially fatal. A powerful punch here could

seal .

"Gotcha!"

Old Hu was overjoyed, but to his surprise, the other man's head didn't turn in time. The punch felt like it had hit a rock, and he was

momentarily stunned in mid-air. Waves of intense pain suddenly shot through his knuckles, and

even a tough guy like Old Hu couldn't help but groan softly. Just then, he saw the jackal grin, revealing a set of white teeth.

He was actually smiling!

Hu Yanzhi's expression changed drastically. He suddenly kicked at the man's chest, using the momentum to leap backward. He stumbled upon landing, only then realizing the pain in his ankle.

His toes throbbed with pain, as if his full-force kick had struck a steel pillar, injuring himself before even breaking the enemy.

And then there were his fists.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, his knuckles and knuckles bruised and swollen, as if he had just been subjected to some kind of

cruel torture. Hu Yanzhi, who prided himself on his extensive knowledge, had never heard of such formidable external martial arts. Punching and

kicking were different from conquering territory; with the same intensity, being hit was far more strenuous than striking. Even Yue Chenfeng's "Golden Armor

Forbidden Technique " required gathering and channeling energy; how could this fellow, in the instant of being ambushed, have generated such iron-plate-like protective energy,

making it easier than he himself could punch?

The jackal lowered his elbows and turned his neck, the bones making a sickeningly soft "snap" sound. His scarred, ugly face

was expressionless, like a monster worn smooth by time.

Hu Yanzhi lightly touched the ground with his right foot to avoid his swollen ankle hitting the ground, knowing he couldn't retreat an inch, yet he was at

a loss for what to do. Lost in thought, the jackal arrived. Their fists clashed, and Hu Yanzhi felt as if a thousand needles were piercing his arm,

causing a sharp pain. A second punch came; he barely managed to block it with his elbow, using the bulging muscles of his upper arm to shield

his ribs from a hook punch that would break his ribs and knock him to the ground.

But the third punch landed squarely on his elbow shield. For a moment, Hu Yanzhi had

the illusion that his arm bone was exploding, his vision went black, and he flew backward with a crash. His back slammed into a half-collapsed carved railing, and the white

cloth wrapped around his body was stained with dark marks, indistinguishable as old or new wounds.

(Monster—)

This was the first thought that flashed through his mind.

Heavy footsteps echoed in his buzzing head, each tremor making him dizzy and nauseous, as if he were suffering

from a hangover. Hu Yanzhi gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet, unwilling and unable to fight bare-handed. His newly forged swords were broken, having been discarded

along the way He could only toss the long pouch on his back, using it as a shield to barely block a heavy blow that came crashing down from above.

The jackal didn't react; it didn't care what he used, blocking one punch only to throw another!

Hu Yanzhi staggered backward, each blow accompanied by a chilling cracking sound from the long pouch. The thousand-year-old ebony used to make the sword

sheaths twisted

and broken copper-inlaid parts burst out, and the long pouch began to swell and deform, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Thunder rumbled from the dark clouds pressing down on the eaves, and at that moment, a torrential downpour began.

In an instant, everything in the courtyard lost its outline. Fu Zi and Fu Lingyan, who had not yet retreated into the moon gate, were met with the first wave

of sudden, combined attacks. Three Golden Ring Valley assassins died, and two others collapsed from serious injuries. The remaining five successfully separated the master and

apprentice , making it difficult for them to help each other.

Fu Chijin was entangled by a pair of brothers with excellent teamwork. The two wielded rattan shields and short axes, which were

unpredictable or shake off. She tried to break through with the long sword she had seized, but the weapon was not suitable for her, and the injury to her left arm greatly restricted

her agility in close combat. She was struggling to defend herself and could not succeed. Zi Lingyan leaned against the high wall and sat on the flower bed by the moon gate.

Her thigh seemed to be injured. The three people in front of her were afraid of her murderous gaze and dared not approach. Using the courtyard stones as cover,

they obtained a long pole lasso from somewhere and tried to subdue the jade corpse from a distance.

"Little...Little Master!"

Fu Chijin's anxious calls mingled with the patter of rain. Hu Yanzhi's attention was momentarily distracted when he was punched in the stomach.

The blow sent him flying off the ground, tumbling across the corridor, grazing the stone lanterns before bouncing into the bushes. His left shoulder blade, the first part of his body to be hit

, was completely numb; it was impossible to tell if it was fractured, dislocated, or bruised, but he simply couldn't get up. Seeing the jackal

expressionlessly step into the rain, he used both feet and buttocks to painfully retreat to the base of a large tree, struggling to sit up against it, blood

gushing .

"Don't underestimate Old Canqiong!" he thought. "I'll beat you to death, Hu Yanzhi!" Hu Yanzhi couldn't help but laugh.

If it weren't for the excruciating pain that made him want to faint with every movement, he would have liked to make a few jokes. But at this moment

, he didn't even have time to tell a joke. That jackal was the epitome of evil in the world. Despite being blind, he chased after people relentlessly, wasting no time and uttering not

a single unnecessary word. His dedication was so great that it made one want to strangle him.

Old Hu wasn't the type to close his eyes and wait for death. He gripped the long cloth bag in his arms, trying to get into a fighting stance, but

he couldn't . With a "whoosh," the jackal stepped into the shade of the tree. Hu Yanzhi mustered his remaining strength and thrust forward, aiming straight for the jackal's

Tanzhong acupoint on its chest!

The jackal grabbed it with its left hand and squeezed it, making a loud "crackling" sound like popping beans. It didn't know what it had crushed, but suddenly

half of a green light "poof!" pierced through the cloth, as easily as a hot knife through butter, and disappeared into

the junction of Hu Yanzhi's left shoulder and chest. Then, a steel point emerged from behind his shoulder, so slippery that it didn't leave any blood. Hu Yanzhi couldn't see clearly from below,

especially since the jackal's broad shoulders were in the way. He could vaguely make out the double-edged steel tip—it was a sword, not a knife.

(Could it be... he crushed the scabbard of the Kunwu sword?)

Although this still didn't explain why the blade had sprung out on its own, the situation didn't allow Hu Yanzhi to think about it any further.

As the jackal was pierced, it let out a muffled groan. Its right palm instinctively exerted force, and the sharp blade retracted with a "whoosh,"

leaving only a thin line of blood on the jackal's gray clothes.

Seizing the opportunity, Hu Yanzhi unleashed a barrage of slashes and thrusts, relentlessly striking the jackal's injured left side. Caught off

guard, the jackal took five or six blows, the wound swelling into a large, crimson peony. He tried to parry, but Hu Yanzhi

repeatedly dodged, each time opening an opening only to strike again. He retreated a few steps into the rain,

both attacker and defender dripping red blood onto the ground, quickly forming a winding red stream.

Unfortunately, Hu Yanzhi had more than one wound; the fierce rain washed away the blood, causing his sword, aimed at the jackal's

throat , to fall limply mid-journey. Even his knee buckled, and he gasped for breath. The jackal retreated two steps

to break free, used acupressure to stop the bleeding, and prepared to retaliate. Suddenly, a tiger's roar shattered the rain, and a huge gray shadow swept down from the wall

, carrying a pungent stench as it pounced on the jackal!

A subtle change appeared on the jackal's scarred and ugly face. He lowered his stance,

adopting a posture that was both agile and dangerous, a stark contrast to his earlier, simple, and forceful punches.

The newcomer pounced on his upper body like a wild beast, moving so fast that there was no time to dodge or parry.

The two shadows intertwined and rolled, their fists and claws never still for a moment, tearing through the rain, shattering the trees, and

destroying everything in their path. When they separated again, the jackal had leaped onto the wall, his body almost a bloody mess,

making pale, blind eyes appear even more eerie. Ignoring his disheveled state, he uttered a hoarse, indistinct single syllable:

"...Retreat!" Leaving the rest behind, he swiftly scaled the wall.

The assassins surrounding Fu Zi and her companion acted immediately upon receiving the order, abandoning their targets without hesitation and rushing backward. Suddenly, they heard a sound...

A scream erupted as the last person's throat was bitten through, their body thrown forward; one who had turned back and another who was about to

turn back died one after another, two people and three bodies rolling on the ground, warm blood and entrails scattered everywhere.

The newcomer was unusually tall. He wore a straw raincoat and a woven hat, and for some reason, he didn't look human. Hu Yanzhi

wiped the bloodstains from his face, wondering if the man was picking his teeth. Under the hat, a

tiger's face covered in white fur and stripes appeared, with vertical yellow eyes, a sharp jaw, and pointed teeth—definitely not human at all.

"Second Master!" Fu Chijin breathed a sigh of relief, almost collapsing, but managed to lean on his longsword for support. Catching

his breath , he rushed to his young master's side, and the two helped each other back to the eaves. "I'm fine, just a minor injury."

Zi Ling smiled and patted the back of her hand, like coaxing a child. She then glanced at the tiger-shaped giant in the courtyard, lowered her eyes, and

nodded softly, saying,

"Thank you, Elder."

Bai E Sha nodded. "The eldest brother sensed your emotional fluctuations, though only for a moment, they were

more than twice as strong as usual. He was afraid something had happened to you, so he quickly sent me to find you." He glanced at Bao Bao Jin'er and snorted,

"Fortunately, that little rascal lit 'Returning Soul Incense' around, otherwise it would have taken much more effort and delayed the opportunity."

Fu Chi Jin chuckled. "Thank you for the praise, Second Master."

"I didn't praise you!" Bai E Sha snorted again, turning his furry cat face away.

Fu Chi Jin raised his chin at Hu Yanzhi. "Uncle Hu, is my 'Mysterious' plan working?"

Hu Yanzhi, leaning on his bundle and dragging his right leg, made his way to the eaves to avoid the rain

.

Hearing this, he smiled bitterly, "It's working. Otherwise, we would have to use the 'Yellow' plan to succeed, wouldn't that make us look so lewd?" Zi Ling frowned slightly, pretending not to hear, and said to Bai E Sha indifferently, "It's not me, it's someone else. A

girl named Ming Duan has come into my life. Her kung fu seems to be of the same lineage as ours, but it's not quite

the same It's very interesting."

Hu Yanzhi interjected, "Cui Ming Duan claims to use 'Transcendent True Skill.' I wonder if it will be of any

help to you gentlemen?"

Bai E Sha came from the Zhongshi Zhi tribe, which was once the martial arts arsenal of the Wandering Corpse Sect. Its influence spread far and wide, and the disciples of the tribe had a good understanding of the martial arts of various schools and sects in the world

. Even if they didn't know them well, their knowledge was still above that of ordinary martial artists. The "Mirror

Shot" technique practiced by Bai'e Sha was based on his thorough understanding of martial arts techniques such as fists, palms, and weapons, which was unmatched by anyone from the Corpse-Stumbling Division

. He glanced at Bai'e Sha with his tiger-like eyes and chuckled,

"I've never heard of 'Transcendent True Skill,' but the one you fought was someone who had been dead for many years; I almost didn't

recognize ."

Hu Yanzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Who is he?"

"The master of the outer three halls of the Fox Spirit Sect in the past, known as 'Fish Key Nine Gates' Qi

Fengcheng

, is him." The white-browed demon said in a deep voice, "There are not many in the Seven Mysteries who practice Pure Yang Hard Skill, and even fewer who have become famous. His 'Six Dragons Locking Scale Skill' is a very domineering external skill with a resounding name. Although he is not as famous as the Yin

family members , he is highly valued by Yin Danshu and is known as one of the Twin Jewels along with 'Soldier's Thousand Absolutes' Feng Shejiao of the outer three halls

. He is quite a figure."

Hu Yanzhi did not expect to hear the names of his deceased father and Feng Bo here. His heart was shaken, but he pretended to be nonchalant

and said casually, "The dead have come back to life. This is quite a strange thing. Maybe Second Master made a mistake. Maybe

this guy is not dead and is hiding to have a baby."

The white-browed demon gave him a cold look, and the vertical eyes that shrank into slits in his yellow pupils looked very eerie. Having lost

his human form, it was even more difficult to discern his thoughts. Hu Yanzhi felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze, his smile becoming stiff.

"Qi Fengcheng was handsome, a renowned beauty in the martial world back in the day." After a long while, the white-browed demon said calmly

,

"He fought valiantly but was captured. The six major sects forced him to reveal the secret agents of the Fox Spirit Sect so they could exterminate him. Qi Fengcheng endured

severe torture but refused to speak. Even with his collarbone pierced, he still wouldn't talk. These beasts, having exhausted all other options, were annoyed by his fierce defiance and

finally castrated him, hanging him naked and displaying him to the public for a full month, ruining his

eyesight.

I heard he eventually died. Good riddance, less suffering, less witnessing of such beastly behavior."

Hu Yanzhi was speechless with astonishment, and even Fu Chijin couldn't help but cover his mouth and frown, his face showing pity.

"The 'Six Dragons Locking Scales Technique' follows the pure Yang path. My claws are specifically designed to break pure Yang bodies.

If encounters me, I'm afraid he won't fare well."

Old Hu forced a smile, intending to offer a few free compliments, but then he saw the White-Eared Demon extend a

waxy yellow bone armor, curved like a sickle, and lightly scratch the wet stone lantern in the courtyard. "Snap!" It shaved off a piece

of stone , faster than a steel axe. With a few casual scrapes, the top of the stone lantern was gone, leaving a pile of large, thin pieces on the ground,

like planing wood.

"He must have suffered a brutal torture and then practiced another Yin technique, further enhancing his body. My 'White Tiger

Heart-Piercing Claw' only scraped off a little flesh; it couldn't tear him in two with one claw. The Six Dragons Locking Scales Technique, the tarnished face and the mirror

, castration, a pure Yin body... If it's not Qi Fengcheng, who else could it be?"

Hu Yanzhi remained silent. The words Mr. Ghost had spoken suddenly surfaced in his mind. To him,

the tragedy had never felt so real, so vivid. "Jackals"... no, it was

as if every heavy punch Qi Fengcheng landed on him had taken on a different meaning. It was Qi Fengcheng's angry cry against the world; otherwise, he could not

continue to exist.

The White-Eared Demon turned his head, his large, cat-like white fur and fleshy jaws splitting open. He looked like he was smiling, but there was no trace of

a smile in his eyes, sending chills down one's spine. "What grudge does Qi Fengcheng have against you that he attacked so ruthlessly? I saw you

looking so righteous and hypocritical, what a coincidence... are you from one of the Six Great Sects?"

(End of Volume 29)

※Appendix: The Martial Arts Chronicles of Dongsheng Continent (Part Two)?

"The legacy remains unfulfilled, who will truly recognize the worthy?"—On the Two Generations of "Double Venerables of the East Sea"

"One mirror, two venerables, the East Sea is revered as gods; three great forging halls, four great sword gates; five island heroes, six famous swords; seven mysteries,

eight leaves, nine saints; ten immortal realms, the first to be honored is Cangcheng."

—The Ten Songs of the East Sea? Anonymous

Aside from "One Mirror," which is renowned for its literary works and not refers to a single person—"Autumn Water Mirror"—the "Double Venerables"

are actually the pinnacle of martial arts in the East Sea region. Dugu Yi and Ying Wuyong lived up to expectations, both ranking among the highest "

Five Extreme Heavenly Peaks" on the martial arts list, occupying two-fifths of the spots, making the East Sea region a recognized gathering place for martial arts heroes.

The two men propelled the martial arts fame of Donghai to the four corners of the world, their power shaking the universe and becoming known to everyone, setting an unparalleled standard. However, they

also became an insurmountable wall for later generations... Different fates, similar trajectories—

is there an unseen destiny connecting the lonely emperor and the solitary hermit?

"The Unpassable Ultimate Skill"

Dugu Yi is recognized as the greatest martial artist in the world. His "Remnant Fist" possesses

power and operation methods that cannot be explained by any existing martial arts theory in Dongzhou. From the first day he entered the martial world, he became the most special and

dazzling existence. Regardless of whether he was an enemy or a friend, no one could ignore him.

However, even Xiao Jianzhi, who was taught by the same master as him, could not understand "Remnant Fist" and the martial arts

system behind it. The top masters who fought him, such as "Tiger General" Han Pofan, "Knife Emperor" Wu Dengyong, and "Hidden Saint" Yin Hengye

, only experienced the astonishing power of Remnant Fist, but could not unravel its mysteries—at least in the known

present , these top masters left no records of it, adding to

the mystique of the legend of the "Invincible Emperor Taizu Wu. "

In contrast to the enigmatic and difficult-to-understand martial arts passed down through generations, Dugu Yi himself was an excessively generous person. In his own

words, "Fighting is making friends, and making friends is fighting"—he considered the two to be the same thing.

The number of people who received guidance from Emperor Taizu was countless. It is said that even when he was besieged at Panlong Pass, facing imminent death

, Dugu Yi still remembered to instruct the remaining soldiers in martial arts to increase their chances of survival during the breakout.

Those who survived the breakout from this group eventually became the backbone of the elite "Blood Cloud Capital" of the Dugu Clan,

including Ran Cangqun and Bai Fengqi, who later shone brightly in the White Horse Dynasty army. At that time, they

were either Dugu Yi's personal followers or members of the suicide squad who followed Dugu Ji to rescue the emperor. Compared to their merit in rescuing their commander, the martial arts that Dugu Yi created and taught on the spot

were the foundation upon which they rose to prominence.

Dugu Yi's true successor was his half-brother, Dugu Ji. Dugu Ji

was born to a concubine of Dugu Zhiming, the former head of the Dugu Clan. His birth mother was probably a few years younger than Dugu Yi. After Dugu Zhiming relinquished

his position as head of the clan and General of Zhen Dong, his eldest son, Dugu Yi, became the de facto master of the Eastern Sea. Dugu Ji

revered his elder brother like a god from a young age, and Dugu Yi took him under his wing, teaching him all kinds of martial arts

without reservation.

Unfortunately, Dugu Ji could not escape the curse of the "inability to be passed down" of the Broken Fist. Only a very few people in the world knew

that the Seventeenth Prince, who had been imprisoned in the Tomb of the Imperial Sword for many years, did not actually know the Broken Fist. His strength came from his

remembrance and following of Emperor Taizu Wu. Confined in the deep ancient tomb, Dugu Ji gradually shed his youthful naiveté and mastered power in

his own way

. Like the martial arts scattered among the Northern Garrison Army, the Imperial Guards, and the manors of retired nobles in various places, it was all part of the legacy of Emperor Taizu.

Dugu Yi never founded a school, never took a formal disciple, and did not even leave behind any boxing or sword manuals

. Apart from the title of "the greatest martial artist in the world," he left behind human relationships, which were invaluable to some and

perhaps worthless to others, just like Dugu Yi himself. Compared to Dugu Yi, who rose from humble beginnings and wandered the world as a son of a concubine,

the "title that could not be passed down"

was nothing more than the aristocracy among aristocrats.

He was the purest and most noble of the dragon clan's descendants, among the most bloodline-conscious of the Scaled Clan. If

the world still belonged to the Jade Dragon Dynasty, Ying Wuyong, even if not a prince, would have been a future king. In the Zhijian Qigong, purity and nobility

of often corresponded to strength; Ying Wuyong's Fengyun Gorge lineage had dominated

the Qigong for centuries, always keeping the "True Dragon's Legacy" in Fengyun Gorge, ensuring the faction's unshakeable position.

Before inheriting the legacy of the previous palace master's "Body-Seizing Technique," Ying Wuyong was already the top expert in the Zhijian Qigong .

Even the powerful "Box Sword Demon" Du Wunian of Feiyu Peak and the cunning "Shadow Demon" Bing Wuye of Youming Valley could only bow down

before , temporarily abandoning their thoughts of vying for the throne.

Fortunately, among the arrogant and domineering masters of Fengyun Gorge, Ying Wuyong was surprisingly quiet and inactive

. During his time in charge of Qigong, he practically adhered to the principle of "inaction" towards other factions, making him

appear more unfathomable. The various factions of Qigong couldn't figure out his true intentions, and unable to win through direct confrontation, they had no choice but to

cease their attacks and remain inactive. The factional struggles that had raged for three hundred years were thus temporarily halted.

Ying Wuyong thus earned the nickname "leaderless dragon" within Longting Mountain. When the leaders of various factions spoke of him privately, some

gritted , while others sighed with admiration, but none intended to belittle him. They knew that as long as this man led the mountain, their own

chances of advancement would be gone; fearing it would sound bad if word got out, they referred to him publicly as "the leader of the Four Spirits," which unknowingly

became Ying Wuyong's nickname.

Ying Wuyong's lack of weaknesses did not mean that Fengyun Gorge was without them. The biggest hidden worry in Fengyun Gorge this generation is that

three outstanding talents like Ying Wuyong have emerged at once. Among them, "Qin Demon" Wei Wuyin and "Sword Demon" Chu

Wuming are sworn enemies, to the point of being irreconcilable.

Just when Feiyu Peak and other sects were hoping that Fengyun Gorge would be embroiled in internal strife and chaos, Ying Wuyong

orchestrated his junior brother Chu Wuming's "expulsion from the sect." Under the guise of expulsion, he arranged for Chu Wuming to leave Longting Mountain,

preventing the conflict between Chu and Wei from escalating. This also gave the free-spirited and unrestrained Chu Wuming the opportunity to venture out

into the world, where he encountered a series of extraordinary adventures. Chu Wuming later changed his name to "Xinglie," meaning "without sun or moon,"

but still called himself "Sword Demon," showing that he still maintained his old ties with Longting Mountain and had not forgotten his roots. This demonstrates Ying Wuyong's cunning.

If Ying Wuyong hadn't suddenly left the mountain and disappeared without a trace before the Demon Blade Rebellion broke out,

this palace master, with his lofty reclusive spirit and shrewd tactics, could have created a completely different situation afterward. Tao Yuanzheng's use of others to kill, and

the Han clan's scheming, might have been nothing more than a graceful wave of his sleeve, a laugh that resolved the disaster

as always Unfortunately, it was too late.

After the Demon Blade Rebellion, "Qin Demon" Wei Wuyin was severely injured, his internal energy almost completely destroyed. Inheriting his senior brother's dual

titles seemed more like a reward for his sacrifice in quelling the rebellion, having

no real . Even after recovering some of his internal energy, Wei Wuyin's cultivation was far from his former peak,

let alone catching up with his senior brother Ying Wuyong.

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