Xuanxia

Chapter 1103 Key
Its daybreak.

Hong Ruohai was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a sword and wearing torn armor. The personal soldiers around him were skillfully removing his armor and bandaging his body.

In front of him lay a ghost cultivator who was almost dismembered, with only a layer of flesh connecting his limbs and head. He was already dead - this was the ghost cultivator who had just presided over the ghost formation and rushed towards Fu Qingzhou. At the last moment, he was ruthlessly cut down by Hong Ruohai who was holding a sword, and died at the peak moment of his life.

Not far away, Fu Qingzhou was lying on the ground. His clothes had been singed by lightning, and his hair was burned into an afro. He lay there half-dead, covered with a cloak that someone had put on him.

And the smoker...

"Come on, come on, write down all the skills you practiced for me!"

He held a knife that he had picked up from somewhere in his hand, and gestured to the group of ghost cultivator captives in a domineering manner: "Don't even think about deceiving me! Let me tell you, I am your ancestor!"

These captured ghost cultivators looked at him as if he were an idiot, and the surrounding Northern Frontier Army soldiers who were escorting prisoners also looked at Hong Ruohai for help.

None of them knew this old man, but he seemed to have just floated down from the sky with Fu Qingzhou...

"What are you looking at? Don't you know who I am?"

The smoker put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "Ask the kid surnamed Fu who taught him this skill!"

The Northern Frontier Army's eyes changed slightly... Could it be that the person in front of them was a master from the True Immortal Palace? !

According to legend, although Taoist Qingsongzi is ugly and his cultivation level is not high, he is still a top-notch strong man with various magic weapons and rare knowledge in the world...

Could this old man in front of me be? !

"Master Qingsongzi..."

A captain stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "What should we do with these ghost cultivators..."

"Who the hell is Qingsongzi!" The smoker was furious: "I'm not that ugly guy! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll twist your tongue!"

Captain: “…”

Fu Qingzhou, who was lying on the ground, heard the noise and raised a trembling finger: "Let... him... ask..."

Hong Ruohai, who was sitting nearby, laughed when he heard this and waved to his soldiers from a distance.

Seeing this, the soldiers who were escorting the captives made way. The Smoker was overjoyed, rubbing his hands as he walked towards the captive ghost cultivators. He even ordered the surrounding soldiers around him in a very familiar manner: "You! And you! The rest of you, come here! What are you standing there for? How can you get anything out of them if you don't use some tricks on them?"

On this side, Hong Ruohai looked down at Fu Qingzhou.

"Who is he?"

He asked calmly, "A person with no cultivation and an empty realm...but I sensed an extremely dangerous aura from him. What's going on?"

"I'm his father." Fu Qingzhou responded weakly.

Hong Ruohai shook his head and didn't ask any more questions.

"Old Fu——"

Zhao Hao's shouts were heard from a distance.

He rode over on horseback, his body covered in blood, holding a spear in his hand. He didn't look like the dandy prince he used to be, but rather a young general. His originally plump figure looked strong and powerful in the armor.

Fu Qingzhou was still lying there. He tilted his head to glance at him, without even the energy to say hello.

Zhao Hao jumped off his horse, and when he saw his appearance, he held his stomach and laughed: "Hahahahaha! Your brain exploded!"

Fu Qingzhou rolled his eyes silently.

It took a lot of time to clean up the battlefield.

Fu Qingzhou did not recover so quickly. He was carried back to the city on a stretcher by the Northern Frontier Army. Then an old military doctor came, took his pulse, cursed, "This man is as strong as a beast, there's nothing you can do to cure him," and then turned and left without paying any attention to him.

After a long time, when the Natural Technique gradually healed his lightning injuries by 30% to 40%, the Smoker sneaked into the house stealthily. "What are you doing?"

Fu Qingzhou asked weakly, "Like a thief?"

"I'm telling you, I discovered something incredible!"

The Smoker stared with his eyes wide open and lowered his voice, "These ghost cultivators secretly intercepted a section of the Styx water and diverted it to the stream for cultivation!"

"Oh." Fu Qingzhou replied.

The smoker was startled, then he lost his temper: "You already knew it."

"In today's battle, I'm afraid that 70% to 80% of the ghost cultivators in the Xishuo Army have died here." Fu Qingzhou smiled weakly: "Whether they intercept the water of the Styx, what does it matter? The Xishuo Army has already lost its biggest trump card, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Who said that?"

The Smoker gave him a strange look and said, "Don't you know what it means to intercept the water of the Styx?"

Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

"So you really don't know."

The Smoker clicked his tongue. “Have you ever thought about how they were able to find the Styx? And how they were able to dig a precise path through the mountain and divert the water from the Styx?”

Fu Qingzhou's expression was slightly solemn.

"Just say what you want to say." He said in a deep voice, "Is there something we overlooked?"

"should be."

The smoker took out a piece of dried meat from somewhere, put it in his mouth and started chewing: "Didn't I tell you before that the 'lord' practiced the Yin Sheng Ni Liu Da Fa? Now it seems that it may not be that simple."

"What do you mean?" Fu Qingzhou asked.

"The Yin Sheng Ni Liu Da Fa is just a castrated version of the Minghe Jiu Zhuan Gong."

The Smoker narrowed his eyes, his temperament calmed down, and he said solemnly: "He may be able to make himself stronger by absorbing the power of others, but it is impossible for someone who couldn't even enter the Styx Valley before to accurately find the Styx Valley..."

He raised his head, swallowed the dried meat in his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "Unless, he is practicing more than just the Yin Sheng Ni Liu Da Fa."

Fu Qingzhou supported himself on the bed and slowly sat up.

"I didn't feel anything else from that ghost or Zhao Liang."

He whispered, "Unless what he practices is of the same origin as the Yin Sheng Ni Liu Dafa..."

"It's not the Styx Nine Transformations." The Smoker immediately gave a decisive answer: "As long as he practices the orthodox Styx Nine Transformations, the Yin Sheng Reverse Current will be replaced, and the power he absorbed from others will disappear... but he can also truly gain immortality, just like me."

Fu Qingzhou slapped him on the forehead.

"What's wrong?" The smoker asked in confusion.

Fu Qingzhou smiled bitterly: "Back in the Styx Valley, I deliberately gave him the tampered Styx Nine Transformations..."

"Tsk, he's too clever for his own good, isn't he?" The smoker sneered, "Never mind, it doesn't matter. Let's think about what's wrong with him."

Fu Qingzhou suddenly felt that he had grasped something. He rubbed his temples, closed his eyes, and tried hard to recall all the details he had heard and seen.

Suddenly, the two sentences that Zhao Liang had said during the confrontation in the Styx Valley suddenly lingered in his ears.

"The Blood Sea Cassah Technique is indeed a divine skill, only slightly inferior to the orthodox Styx Nine Revolutions Divine Skill. After discussing Buddhism with hundreds of masters from the Golden Cicada Temple, this king comprehended the true Blood Sea Cassah Technique with them."

"Buddhism and ghost law are just different paths to the same destination."

(End of this chapter)