Dragon Soul Heroes Episode 1: Bloodstained Path of the Jianghu, Chapter 14: Deep Brotherhood

“Little Bug, a few days ago they said you killed Dean Cheng, and they searched everywhere for you. I was so scared I couldn’t sleep. Today they said they found your body and asked me to identify it. I was so frightened I almost couldn’t stand up. Now that I see you’re alright, I’m relieved!” Huang Huan said, panting.
Long Hui felt a pang of sorrow, thinking, “Now only Ah Huang cares about me!”
Thinking this, tears streamed down his face.
Seeing him cry, Huang Huan couldn’t help but cry too.
“Alright, Young Master Huang, please take a look at this body first,”
Magistrate Zhang interrupted.
Long Hui said, "Ah Huang, there's a corpse here that looks a lot like me. Take
a look and see if it's an imposter." Huang Huan went over and was immediately startled: "My God, how come there's a little bug here too!"
Magistrate Zhang said, "Young Master Huang, you must make sure you can tell which one is the real young master of the Long family."
Huang Huan's face kept moving between Long Hui and the corpse, trying hard to distinguish who was the real one, but both the corpse and the living person looked exactly the same. The only difference was that one was dead and the other was still alive.
Wu Huan said, "I have a way to distinguish the real from the fake."
All eyes turned to him. Wu Huan slowly walked up to Long Hui, suddenly grabbed his left wrist, and shouted, "You're fake!"
Long Hui was startled and said, "You're talking nonsense! Why do you say I'm fake?!" Wu Huan
raised Long Hui's left hand and said, "Just fifteen days ago, the shadow warriors of the Haotian Sect attacked me. Fortunately, I was helped by the daughter of the Sword Saint and was able to reach Yu Guan Tower in time. At that time, Miss Chu was ambushed by the shadow warriors, and it was thanks to Brother Long Hui's bravery that she was not harmed. However, Brother Long Hui's left hand was also injured by a hidden weapon. Everyone, look at his left hand, is there any scar?"
Everyone looked closely and saw that not only Long Hui's left hand, but even his right hand was without any scars. A deep scar could not possibly disappear without a trace in just fifteen days. Even with the best pearl powder, it would take more than a month to heal, unless he had practiced some advanced martial arts.
Long Hui's mind went blank. The wounds were still there when he went to Green Willow Tower that day, so how could they have disappeared in such a short time?
Wu Huan said, "Not only that, but you also possess an extremely yin and evil true energy within you. If I'm not mistaken, that's the Yin energy of the Ghost Vein. This true energy is the unique skill of Gui You, the second protector of the Haotian Sect. So you are the fake Long Hui!"
Long Hui shouted, "No, I'm real! Gui You's limbs were broken by Yun Zong and he was thrown into the dungeon, and I was imprisoned with him. He only passed on the Ghost Vein Heart Sutra to me to take revenge on the Haotian Sect!"
Wu Huan frowned and said, "Oh, didn't you say you were imprisoned in the dungeon ten days ago, and the true energy within you has already reached the level of three to five years? How do you explain this?"
Long Hui said, "Today, Gui You passed on all his power to me!"
The Dharma King roared, "Boy, don't treat us like fools! Even if Gui You is so kind as to give away his life's power, how can you possibly bear it! The Yin energy of the Ghost Vein is extremely yin and evil. Let alone someone who doesn't know martial arts, even someone who has practiced martial arts for many years..." Even a skilled fighter would find it difficult to withstand even a fraction of it. "Wu Huan said, "Ming Wang is right. As everyone knows, the eldest young master of the Long family is pampered and doesn't know a thing or two about martial arts. Even if you had that much internal energy, it would take three to five years to develop. Even if Gui You passed on his skills to you, the young master of the Long family's physique wouldn't be able to withstand it. So there's only one possibility: you're an imposter!" Huang Huan suddenly interjected, "No, he's real!"
Wu Huan asked, "What proof do you have, Young Master Huang?"
Huang Huan shook his head and said, "I don't have any, but I've grown up with Xiao Chong, I would never mistake him. But Xiao Chong who came out of the Green Willow Pavilion with me that day was very strange. He called me Brother Huang, and I laughed at him, wondering if he'd been bewitched by the girls at the Green Willow Pavilion, calling me that. Now that I think about it, I must have seen a fake him that day!"
Long Hui felt a warmth in his heart. In this situation, only Ah Huang would believe him.
Magistrate Zhang said, "Young Master Huang, you and Young Master Long are both well-known figures in Baiwan Town. Many people know about the way you address each other. Perhaps the fake Young Master Long realized his mistake and corrected it!"
Long Hui was furious, cursing, "You corrupt official! You received many favors from my family in the past, and now you're framing me! How shameless!"
Magistrate Zhang's face flushed red and then paled upon hearing Long Hui's accusations of bribery. He angrily said, "You audacious madman, how dare you insult an official of the imperial court! Seize him!"
The Dharma King said, "Lord Zhang, please hear me out. This man is a master of the Haotian Sect... " "Although my constables are brave and fierce, this little devil is extremely ruthless. Perhaps we could handle him?"
Magistrate Zhang, still shaken by the scene of Long Hui storming out of the government office, and realizing his earlier words were merely a momentary outburst, readily agreed, "Then I'll trouble you, Master, to subdue the demon!"
The Dharma King chanted a Buddhist prayer, "This old monk has already gathered the general information. Young Master Huang said that the Young Master Long who came out of the Green Willow Pavilion that day was an imposter, and this old monk believes him. That imposter should be a member of the Haotian Sect. He didn't hesitate to kill all thirty-six members of the Long family to infiltrate the Cheng residence, which aroused Lord Cheng's compassion, leading him to take him in. At that time, we also learned about Long from that counterfeit goods..." "Young Master and Young Master Huang were both held hostage by the Ghostly Ghost and saw the 'Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers' scroll, so it's not surprising that the Long family was wiped out. Elder Cheng and Young Master Long's grandfather, Hai Shenggong, had a close relationship, which is why he took such good care of that imposter, leading to the tragedy later. Just as Daoist Wuhuan said, the real Young Master Long has a scar on his hand, and the person lying on the ground also has a scar on his left hand. Therefore, I'm certain that the deceased is the real Young Master Long, and you are the imposter who killed Elder Cheng!"
Long Hui shouted, "You bald monk, you're talking nonsense! I'm real! If I were fake, why would I have come back to be arrested by you?"
The Dharma King said, " "Amitabha! You clearly wanted to return as the 'real Young Master Long' to put on another show and gain our trust. This plan was incredibly bold and meticulous, almost indistinguishable from the real thing in every aspect, almost guaranteeing your success. Unfortunately, the net of heaven is vast, yet nothing escapes its meshes, allowing Young Master Gao to stumble upon your plot to murder Young Master Long."
Wu Huan angrily retorted, "Stubborn fool! Now that the evidence is irrefutable, you still want to deny it? Let me first cripple your martial arts!"
As he spoke, he added more true force to the hand gripping Long Hui's pulse point, and the powerful Taoist true energy surged into Long Hui's body, crushing the Yin energy of the ghost meridian with overwhelming force, reaching directly to his dantian.
Long Hui's strength vanished, his face flushed and paled, wisps of white smoke rose from the top of his head, and his expression instantly turned to pain. Suddenly, a spurt of blood gushed from his mouth.
Huang Huan gritted his teeth and lunged forward, grabbing Wu Huan's arm and beating him wildly, shouting, "He's the real Long Hui! You old Taoist
, let go!" Wu Huan flicked his Taoist robe and pushed him away.
In desperation, Huang Huan lunged forward and grabbed Wu Huan's calf, biting him.
The sharp pain in his calf caused Wu Huan's true energy to suddenly become slightly obstructed, giving Long Hui's ghostly yin energy a chance to catch its breath. It instantly retreated into his dantian, firmly guarding that last shred of territory.
The ghostly yin energy clung together, making it difficult for Wu Huan to penetrate the dantian for a moment, and Long Hui's dantian was temporarily preserved. Wu
Huan roared, "Get out of the way!" With a swift movement
, Huang Huan's nearly 200-pound body was kicked like a ball, flying more than ten steps away. Huang Huan's head hit a tree, and he blacked out and passed out.
"Ah Huang!"
Seeing Huang Huan injured because of him, Long Hui felt both guilty and anxious. He struggled with all his might, but Wu Huan's hand was like an iron clamp, and no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail. Moreover, he was in constant pain from his dantian, which meant that the Yin energy of his ghost meridian was beginning to give way.
Just then, that familiar warm current reappeared, and a strange flow of energy formed a vortex in Wu Huan's dantian, continuously absorbing his Daoist inner energy.
Wu Huan felt his inner energy surge into Long Hui's body like a burst dam, and in alarm, he tried to release his grip, but Long Hui's wrist also generated a suction force that firmly held Wu Huan's hand.
In the blink of an eye, one-tenth of Wu Huan's power was absorbed. If this continued, his decades of inner energy would likely be completely drained in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Wu Huan made a decisive move, focusing his energy and desperately trying to stop the outflow of his inner energy, but this only slowed the rate of leakage; sooner or later, it would all be washed away by Long Hui.
Seeing Wu Huan's abnormal expression, the Dharma King quickly went to check on him. Just as he placed his hand on Wu Huan's shoulder, he also felt his inner energy leaking out, but it was too late.
The inner energy of the two great masters of Buddhism and Daoism was being frantically plundered by Long Hui, and in the blink of an eye, they had lost one or two-tenths of their inner energy.
The Dharma King said, "Benefactor Zhou, quickly lend us a hand! This little thief knows the art of absorbing internal energy!"
Zhou Junci was shocked upon hearing this and quickly gathered all his true energy, raising both palms to strike at Wuhuan and the Dharma King.
The Buddhist and Taoist masters also unleashed their respective divine powers, striking at Zhou Junci
with their palms. The three masters clashed, and with a loud boom, the holy energy of Buddhism, the spiritual energy of Taoism, and the righteous energy of Confucianism—three completely different types of true energy—collided, instantly generating a strong repulsion that immediately blasted the four of them away.
Zhou Junci thought to himself, "Just now, when I clashed with those two, at least ten percent of my true energy was absorbed. What a domineering method of absorbing internal energy! If we hadn't used this self-inflicted injury method, we probably wouldn't have been able to escape."
It turned out that in order to deal with the vortex of energy in Long Hui's dantian, the three of them took a risky move, using the method of clashing their internal forces to create a huge explosion in a short time, thus breaking free from Long Hui's absorption. However, the three of them were also injured by the shockwave of their own true energy.
The three masters of the three religions were now coughing up blood, but it was better than having their inner strength drained.
Wu Huan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "The evil techniques of the Haotian Sect are truly endless, even possessing such a bizarre energy-absorbing method. But after being impacted by the inner strength of the three of us, this little devil will probably be seriously injured, if not dead!"
"I'm sorry, Daoist Master, I've disappointed you!"
Long Hui was not only uninjured, but also stood up with renewed vigor. The three true energies of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism did not clash within his body; instead, they merged into one, even the Yin energy of his ghostly veins merged with it, all absorbed into his dantian.
"Madman, prepare to die!"
Yi Qiu rushed forward, striking
Long Hui's brow with a "Surprising Finger. "
The finger strike was sharp; even three feet away, Long Hui could feel a faint stinging pain. He hurriedly retreated several steps, actually dodging Yi Qiu's finger strike.
He had absorbed two-tenths of Wu Huan's power, one-tenth each of the power of the Dharma King and Zhou Junci, plus about one-tenth of the Yin energy from the Ghost Vein. The vortex in his dantian had seamlessly fused these four types of true energy, giving him considerable internal strength.
Gui You's foundation was roughly equal to that of these three experts, so Long Hui possessed at least forty percent of Gui You's internal energy, allowing him to evade Yi Qiu's Startling Finger.
Yi Qiu's attack missed, so he changed tactics, unleashing a flurry of attacks that created a powerful gust of wind that enveloped Long Hui from all sides.
Long Hui frantically searched for a countermeasure, instinctively using the "Netherworld Escape Technique," his movements as swift as a ghost, preventing Yi Qiu's Startling Finger from striking him.
The Dharma King exclaimed in surprise, "Indeed, it's the Ghost Vein Heart Sutra! This old monk will see how much skill this little devil has learned from Gui You!"
With that, he stepped into the Arhat's stance, his face contorted with fury, and disregarded his injuries as he lunged at Long Hui.
The Dharma King, maintaining his composure, said, "Nephew Yi Qiu, step back for now. Hand this man over to this old monk!"
Seeing the Buddhist elder intervene, Yi Qiu could only retreat indignantly.
The Dharma King roared, "You wicked creature, surrender now!"
His voice, like the subduing chant of a Vajra Arhat, shook Long Hui's eardrums, diminishing his fighting spirit somewhat.
But remembering the deep-seated hatred of his family, Long Hui's spirits trembled: "I must find out the truth, avenge my father, and escape alive today!"
In that moment, without a word, Long Hui unleashed a Soul-Chasing Claw at the Dharma King.
The Dharma King's eyes widened, his inner energy surged, and a vast Buddhist power erupted from his body. Without dodging or evading, he activated the Great Brahma Seal to meet the Soul-Chasing Claw head-on. A
deafening boom followed, the air surged violently, and a powerful gust of wind swept towards Long Hui, who coughed up blood, his arm broken, and collapsed to the ground.
If it weren't for the fact that the Dharma King hadn't had one-tenth of his power absorbed, and that he hadn't suffered internal injuries during the clash of the three, reducing the Great Brahma Seal to only seventy percent of its power, Long Hui would have already died.
Although injured, Long Hui's "mixed true energy"
once again produced a miraculous effect, instantly stopping his injuries. In just a few breaths, most of his internal injuries had healed, and even his broken arm had lost most of its pain. However, a quarter of the true energy he had absorbed was also consumed.
Knowing he couldn't stay any longer, Long Hui used the Netherworld Escape Technique, transforming into a blur and escaping.
Just now, everyone had seen him being beaten to the point of near death by the Great Brahma Seal, but who knew that he would be full of energy again in the blink of an eye? By the time they realized what was happening, Long Hui had already escaped more than ten feet away.
"Chase!"
Zhou Junci shouted, taking the lead and using his lightness skill to give chase, with the disciples of the Confucian School of Xuehai following closely behind.
The Dharma King immediately gave chase, using his lightness skill while thinking to himself, "What kind of monster is this little devil? He's still alive and kicking after being hit by the Great Brahma Seal."
Long Hui felt the sounds of battle echoing behind him, and without a doubt, he knew a large group of people were chasing him. If he slowed down even a fraction, he would be doomed.
People generate immense power in times of crisis, and Long Hui was no exception. He unleashed his Netherworld Escape Technique to its fullest extent, as if a ghost had been resurrected and was performing the act himself.
Long Hui became a blur, cutting down vegetation and sending sand and gravel flying wherever he went. From a distance, he looked like a galloping horse across a vast plain, pursued by a pack of hungry wolves. If the horse slowed down even slightly, it would be torn to shreds by the wolves
. Long Hui felt his true energy expanding continuously within his dantian, flowing endlessly through his six extraordinary meridians and eight extraordinary channels. His Netherworld Escape Technique became increasingly skillful, and his speed increased exponentially, leaving his pursuers nearly half a mile behind, except for Zhou Junci.
Aside from Wu Huan, the Dharma King, and the other three, the rest of the disciples were left far behind.
Seeing Long Hui's increasing speed, Zhou Junci immediately stopped, lowered his stance, and channeled his inner energy, unleashing a purple aura—the Confucian sect's supreme martial art, the Purple Yang Profound Art.
Zhou Junci unleashed a powerful palm strike at the fleeing Long Hui, its force like thunder, capable of splitting mountains and shattering peaks.
Long Hui felt a powerful gust of wind behind him, an immense pressure, and before he could even react, he was struck hard in the back, coughing up blood and stumbling forward.
The Dharma King and Wu Huan immediately increased their inner strength by three-tenths, accelerating their movements to capture Long Hui.
Just as they were three feet away from their target, Long Hui suddenly stood up, tumbling and crawling another ten feet, leaving the three sects' experts dumbfounded.
"Outrageous! This little devil is really resilient; he can still get up!"
Wu Huan cursed inwardly, continuing the chase.
Long Hui had been knocked unconscious, but at the crucial moment, the warm current surged out again, and he miraculously got up. This chase and escape had been going on for nearly half an hour. Based on the speed of these four people, they had already run more than a hundred miles away.
Long Hui felt his legs growing heavy, his breathing becoming labored, and the internal energy he had just absorbed was gradually being depleted. After all, this true energy wasn't his own; once used, it was gone.
In the short chase, Long Hui could hold his own, but as the distance increased, the difference in their foundations became apparent. The three masters behind him showed no signs of fatigue, and Long Hui was now within five zhang of them. If he ran another two or three li, he would inevitably be captured due to exhaustion.
Just then, a body of water appeared before him, with many boats floating on it. Long Hui thought to himself, "Heaven hasn't forsaken me!" He took three steps at a time, ran to the riverbank, and plunged into the water.
The waters around Baiwan Town were abundant, and Long Hui had been an expert swimmer since childhood. Now, once in the water, it was like a dragon entering the sea—effortless and effortless. Holding his breath, he swam half a li.
The three men watched Long Hui jump into the water, stamping their feet in anger.
The old monk, King Chifa, disregarded his status and wanted to jump in as well, but was stopped by Wuhuan: "Master, the Haotian Sect's headquarters is located on a remote island in the deep sea. The sect's members must be familiar with swimming. If you rashly go into the water, you might be ambushed by this little devil."
King Chifa was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Are we just going to let this little devil escape!"
Zhou Junci said, "Your Majesty, please don't be anxious. This waterway is a branch leading to the Chu River. The Chu River naval commander is a disciple of the Confucian school. After I give him a heads-up, we can send out the navy to search this area."
Among the three religions, the Confucian school has the greatest influence. Many ministers in the court are Confucian disciples. The Buddhist and Taoist schools are outsiders and can never match the secular power of the Confucian school.
Zhou Junci summoned his disciples who had rushed over to deliver a message by carrier pigeon. Upon receiving the letter, the Chujiang Naval Commander immediately mobilized all the Chujiang Naval camps to completely blockade the waterways. Meanwhile, the yamen runners of various counties and towns, as well as the local garrisons, were mobilized to block all land routes and launch a carpet search. Within a radius of a hundred miles, it was truly impossible for even a fly to escape.

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