"Who are you?"
"Where is this place?"
Quan Xinghe narrowed his eyes, cautiously scanning his surroundings.
As one of the Demon Sect’s Hall Masters, his experience in the Martial World was undoubtedly vast, yet he had never encountered a situation like this.
"An Array?"
This world had Arrays, but none so profound that they could create an Illusion Realm out of thin air and pull someone into it. The scene, however, reminded Quan Xinghe of something, and his expression shifted unpredictably.
"I am Ziju, Temple Master of Baiyun Temple. Greetings, Benefactor." Zhu Ju offered a bow and spoke in a calm, unhurried tone:
"A Divine Treasure Martial Saint is no ordinary person, and capturing one alive is even more difficult. Fortunately, with the help of the junior Li Ningxue, I was able to invite you here, Benefactor."
Quan Xinghe, master of the Mountain Fist, was infamous in the Martial World.
It was said that he enjoyed eating human hearts, and when he struck, he would annihilate entire families. The blood on his hands and the lives he had taken were countless.
In various accounts, he was described as nearly ten feet tall with a gaping, blood-red mouth and a face as ferocious as a Fierce Ghost—an image so terrifying it could stop a child from crying at night.
But the man himself looked like a perfectly ordinary old man.
He was gaunt and shriveled, his face a web of wrinkles. His clothes were unremarkable. He looked just like an old farmer who had toiled in the fields his whole life, utterly inconspicuous.
"Daoist Ziju of Baiyun Temple."
Quan Xinghe’s eyes flickered.
"I know of you. Baiyun Temple was built by the Celestial Intent Sect. You’ve occupied their grounds, yet you dare to show your face before me."
"And Li Ningxue..."
"That Demoness. When I get back, I’ll flay her, pull out her tendons, and render her corpse into oil to light a celestial lamp."
His expression was indifferent, his voice calm.
The vicious, cruel words, spoken in such an ordinary tone, evoked a bone-deep sense of fear.
A fiend from the Demon Sect. His reputation was well-deserved.
"I’m afraid getting out won’t be easy," Zhu Ju said with a faint smile.
"I’ve heard that Benefactor’s Fist Technique is incomparably ferocious, with the force of a landslide and world-shaking power. I was just hoping to ask for your instruction."
"Fine!" Quan Xinghe nodded.
Before the word had even left his lips,
a fist had already appeared before Zhu Ju’s forehead.
Mountain-Bearing Fist!
Legend had it that in ancient times, a Divine Turtle appeared between heaven and earth, carrying mountains on its back. This Fist Technique was derived from that tale, meaning it could bear the weight of mountains.
The Fist Force was like a mountain, causing Zhu Ju’s expression to turn grim.
Several streams of Spiritual Light instantly flared, then shattered into countless motes of light.
BOOM!
Several Tier One High Grade Protective Talismans and the Protective Magic inherent to his Daoist Robe were shattered by a single punch, a look of surprise crossing Zhu Ju’s face.
In comparison,
the Flying Moth Gu that Yuee Xi had transformed into, despite also having the body of a Martial Saint, was completely outmatched in terms of power.
The Protective Talismans were destroyed in an instant, but they managed to slow the incoming Fist Force for a moment, and Zhu Ju seized the opportunity to retreat rapidly.
"Divine Dao Technique?"
Quan Xinghe froze, a strange expression on his face as if he’d just realized something.
"People still walk the Divine Dao now? And have even cultivated a Yin Spirit?"
"No wonder..."
"No wonder you could drag me into a place like this. But it’s all just smoke and mirrors, some cheap Illusion Technique. It won’t withstand a single blow."
Divine Mountain Fall!
He stomped his foot and leaned forward, appearing like a Divine Mountain tilting over to collapse. A vast and mighty power crashed down from above.
Fist Intent!
In Zhu Ju’s senses, Quan Xinghe seemed to have truly transformed into a Divine Mountain at that moment, exuding boundless might. Even the Primordial Energy of this world was completely suppressed.
In other words,
wherever his opponent’s Fist Intent was directed, he couldn’t even cast his Magic.
HUUU...
Taking a deep breath, the True Essence in his body began to spin wildly. Zhu Ju abruptly raised his hand, forming a blade with it and slashing out fiercely.
Ghost God Limit!
BOOM!
Powerful Qi thundered.
Under the force of their collision, even the Array showed signs of instability.
Zhu Ju’s figure was forced back repeatedly, while Quan Xinghe, a sneer of contempt on his face, flickered and lunged forward again.
Mountain Collapse!
The force of a Mountain Collapse was relentless and unending.
Though gaunt and short, every inch of Quan Xinghe’s muscles, every hair on his body, seemed to possess an overwhelming Giant Power. A simple punch carried an indomitable force.
DING...
A gleam of saber light appeared from thin air, blocking the fist.
Cross and Vertical Saber!
Zhu Ju formed Sword Formulas with his hand and pointed forward lightly.
SHWISH!
The saber’s light streaked across the sky.
Immortal Demon Slash!
A torrent of saber light poured down from above like a celestial river, delivering over a hundred slashes in an instant, each strike aimed at a vital point on his opponent’s body.
CLANG CLANG CLANG...
The sounds of collision were incessant.
Quan Xinghe’s feet were rooted to the ground as his fists blurred into afterimages, forcefully knocking the Cross and Vertical Saber away.
"A Flying Sword?"
"Such a technique still exists in this world?"
His eyes lit up, and he threw his head back and laughed.
"Haha..."
"The Sect Leader loves collecting all sorts of Wonderful Dharmas. If I capture you and hand you over to him, it will surely be a Great Merit."
"Die!"
With a flicker of his body, the world trembled. Quan Xinghe was like a moving mountain, rumbling as he charged forward.
Faced with such might, never mind fighting back, an ordinary person would faint at the mere sight. Even those with a strong will would find their bodies go limp, unable to offer any resistance.
Zhu Ju’s expression remained unchanged, but the divine light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
CLANG!
The Cross and Vertical Saber let out a leisurely hum. Its blade light suddenly converged inward, transforming into five razor-thin beams that slashed out in a crisscross pattern.
Sword Light Division!
PING...
SPURT!
Sword Light Division didn’t just multiply the Flying Sword’s light; it also made the Flying Sword sharper.
Bloody gashes appeared all over Quan Xinghe’s body.
"What is this?"
His expression changed drastically. He hastily stopped, his body curling up like a Profound Turtle as his violent Fist Force was turned inward for Inner Refinement.
It was as if he had donned a thick layer of armor.
The Flying Sword slashed down, clanging against him but failing to break through.
Of course,
if Zhu Ju went all out, it wouldn’t be difficult to break through using the sharpness of the Cross and Vertical Saber and his Sword Control Skill.
But he had other options now.
WHOOSH...
A pair of wings unfurled from his back.
Wind and Thunder Blade Wings!
BZZZZ...
The wings, composed of hundreds of Flying Sabers, trembled rapidly, then transformed into hundreds of blade lights that surged forward.
The blade lights rushed like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Quan Xinghe.
The Wind and Thunder Blade Wings were a Magical Treasure Embryo, a cut above the Cross and Vertical Saber in power—and that single cut was enough to decide the victor.
"AHH!"
A bloodcurdling scream rang out.
When the blade lights dissipated, only a pile of minced flesh remained.
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「In a dense forest outside the city.」
Zhu Ju, cloaked in a black robe, descended from the sky and looked at the battered Sword Ghost Wuh Luo, who was surrounded by several people.
"Senior."
Wuh Luo clasped his fist in his hand in a salute.
"I have come to honor our agreement."
"Hmph!"
Zhu Ju snorted coldly.
"I suspect you had nowhere left to run and came looking for me to save your life, didn’t you?"
"The two aren’t mutually exclusive," Wuh Luo shrugged, then looked at the people surrounding him and spoke slowly,
"Gentlemen, are you leaving or staying?"
"I may not know this senior’s name, but he is definitely a Martial Saint who has opened his Divine Treasure."
"You, Wuh," one of the men growled, his teeth clenched. His gaze lingered on Wuh Luo and Zhu Ju before he spoke fiercely,
"Just you wait. I’ll get my revenge sooner or later!"
"Let’s go!"
With a wave of his hand, the group departed in a hurry.
They didn’t doubt Wuh Luo’s words.
Although the Martial Saints of this world couldn’t perform Flying Escape for long periods like Cultivators, they could hover in the air briefly.
Therefore, Zhu Ju, having descended from the sky, had to be a Martial Saint.
"Hmm..."
Zhu Ju glanced at the departing group, his eyes flickering slightly.
"Seeing as you probably don’t have long to live, if you ask, I can take care of them for you."
"No need!" Sword Ghost Wuh Luo’s expression changed.
"They aren’t bad people."
"Good people, bad people," Zhu Ju chuckled lowly.
"To divide people into good and bad... you’re truly naive."
"Forget it."
"Come with me."
With a wave of his large sleeve, an Invisible Power wrapped around Sword Ghost Wuh Luo, and the two of them shot into the sky, heading straight for a distant mountain.
...
「On the mountain peak.」
The moment Sword Ghost Wuh Luo landed, he felt his limbs go cold and sore. For a moment, he couldn’t even stand steady.
He looked back in the direction they came from, his face filled with astonishment.
"To fly such a great distance... Senior, could it be that you are an expert who has already reached the Vajra Realm?"
"No," Zhu Ju said, his voice deep.
"I didn’t expect you to actually come back."
"A gentleman’s word is his bond." Sword Ghost Wuh Luo said with a serious expression, cupping his hands in a salute.
"Besides, Senior saved my life. No matter what, I had to come and honor our agreement."
"Good," Zhu Ju nodded.
"What about the Geng Family?"
"I did not fail my mission," Wuh Luo said with a smile.
"It was thanks to the Spirit Pill you gave me, Senior. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to get them to safety."
"Do you have any lingering wishes?"
"None."
"Hah..." Zhu Ju let out a soft laugh. He could tell the other man wasn’t being sincere, but it didn’t matter.
He had only asked casually.
"Here."
A bottle of Elixirs was tossed at Wuh Luo’s feet.
"Take the Elixirs and begin Refinement. Tomorrow, you will attempt to break through to the Divine Treasure Martial Saint realm here."
"Senior, you want to watch me break through to the Martial Saint realm?" Sword Ghost Wuh Luo frowned, confused.
"With your level of Cultivation, watching me would be of no use to you, would it?"
"Not using your method," Zhu Ju shook his head and tossed out another item, a thin booklet.
"Follow the Method in this."
"This..." Sword Ghost Wuh Luo picked up the booklet. After flipping through it, he looked thoughtful, then nodded decisively.
"Alright!"
The Cultivation Technique he practiced had its own Secret Technique for breaking through to the Divine Treasure Martial Saint realm. Using the same Cultivation Technique and the same Secret Technique would obviously have a higher success rate.
But since he had made a promise to Zhu Ju, he naturally had to keep his word.
「The next day.」
The morning sun was just beginning to rise.
Wuh Luo sat cross-legged on a round boulder at the peak of the mountain. His disheveled hair hung loosely, and his tattered clothes flapped in the wind.
He let out a soft sigh.
Slowly, he closed his eyes and silently began to circulate his Qi according to the Method Zhu Ju had given him. His consciousness sank, the hundred apertures of his Physical Body closed, and he entered a state of suspended animation.
An unknown amount of time passed.
It seemed to be just an instant, yet also as long as a century. Suddenly, Wuh Luo regained a sliver of consciousness.
A mysterious insight surfaced in his mind.
The Divine Treasure!
It was right there!
BOOM!
The Qi Blood he had accumulated erupted like a volcano, burning furiously in an instant and unleashing an unimaginable amount of energy.
Using this energy, Wuh Luo’s sliver of consciousness charged toward the location of the Divine Treasure and plunged straight into it.
Outside,
Zhu Ju sat cross-legged opposite him, his hands extended forward.
His formidable Divine Soul Power and wisps of True Essence had already permeated every part of Wuh Luo’s body.
Zhu Ju could clearly sense every change in his body, even more clearly than Wuh Luo himself.
’The Cultivation Realm has many methods for seclusion unto death. I’m using the Great Dream Leisure Technique to put his body into a state of suspended animation, then using this world’s Secret Technique to make his Soul manifest. Theoretically, the chance of success is as high as sixty percent.’
’I just don’t know if Wuh Luo’s body can withstand it. His body is damaged, and his foundation isn’t very solid.’
’Hm?’
’It appeared so quickly!’
Although he couldn’t enter another person’s Sea of Consciousness, Zhu Ju could still perceive that faint, mysterious aura.
The Heroic Spirit!
It governs speed.
BOOM!
As the Heroic Spirit connected with Wuh Luo’s Physical Body, certain rules of the world seemed to be quietly triggered.
The Power of his Physical Body began to surge at a visible rate.
The source of this power...
Unknown!
But it seemed to be a power inherent to the Soul itself, which triggered a chain reaction the moment it fused with the Physical Body.
It was somewhat like carbon and diamond.
They are fundamentally the same substance, but a subtle change in one area can lead to vastly different characteristics.
And the Soul,
could apparently cause the Physical Body to evolve.
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