Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 294 Mighty Supernatural Power! Shakyamuni Throws the Elephant
My old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, heading down to Yangzhou in the misty, flowery third month.

A lone sail disappears into the vast blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows to the horizon.

A ferryboat drifted downstream, with a handsome young man standing at the bow and a beautiful young woman beside him. She had a hint of worldliness about her, after all, this was the Jiangnan region, and if one had the ability to recognize people, one could tell that she was a Yangzhou courtesan.

The beautiful young girl, who looked like a wealthy young master's personal maid, was helping to make fish soup. Next to her was a large monk sitting cross-legged, occasionally opening his eyes to glance at the boy's back.

This kid has an extremely strong murderous aura.

They had previously passed through Jiangling and other places, where there was a group of bandits known as the Twelve Tigers of Jiangling. The young man went up the mountain alone, destroyed their stronghold, and took off twelve bloody heads. He then sent someone to the government office to exchange them for some reward money.

In the past few days, Monk Bujie has also gathered some information and learned that when the dragon was born, the young man was also present and killed the Six Eccentrics of Jimo in one go, and also cleaned up the bandits in Shandong.

Aside from his swift and decisive killings, this young man was otherwise no different from an ordinary person, even possessing the air of a refined gentleman, carefree and unrestrained, living a life of leisure and wandering the world.

"As long as you don't provoke him, you'll be fine."

"Anyone who is foolish enough to provoke this evil star should prepare to die."

Those twelve tigers of Jiangling have robbed the Grand Duke Jupiter.

The young man admired the scenery along the riverbanks. Before long, the fish soup was ready, and the young servant brought over a bowl of it in a porcelain bowl, respectfully offering it to him, saying, "Young master, please enjoy."

The monk Bujie closed his eyes and focused intently on eating a melon.

Although it's river fish, it's still delicious.

After the boy finished using it, he sat down cross-legged with the monk Bujie to discuss the Vajra Dharma. The two tested each other and found that they were both practicing the "Shakyamuni Throwing Elephant Skill". However, the monk Bujie practiced the middle and peaceful method, emphasizing gradual progress and strengthening his strength and bones little by little.

The boy's practice of the Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Technique directly opened his meridians, stirred up his blood and qi, forced out his human potential, and then used his essence to unleash astonishing power.

For someone with insufficient vital essence, such practice would likely lead to exhaustion and death.

"It seems you are practicing a heretical method."

As if he had gained some insight, the monk Bujie frowned and said, "Your skill of throwing the elephant like Shakyamuni doesn't seem to follow the orthodox Buddhist path."

"I wonder where you got it from?"

These days, martial arts manuals are a mess. Some people practice them haphazardly, and some people modify them randomly. As long as they haven't gone mad from practicing them, there's no problem with them. But if they're passed down from generation to generation, they become even more chaotic.

Even Ouyang Feng could practice the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, and it's common for martial arts techniques to be practiced haphazardly in the martial arts world; as long as you manage to master them, that's all that matters.

Reverse training is not something to be done recklessly.

For example, orthodox methods require first opening a specific meridian, then proceeding step by step until success is achieved naturally. Reverse cultivation methods, on the other hand, either choose to open a powerful meridian first, or proceed in the opposite direction, prioritizing efficiency and taking an unconventional approach.

The reason why the young boy mastered the Shakyamuni elephant-throwing skill so quickly was because he took an unconventional approach, and an approach that couldn't be more unconventional.

If it weren't for his good foundation and amazing physical constitution, he would have suffered severe damage to his qi and blood long ago.

"A friend obtained it from a wicked monk from the Western Regions," Duncan said, frowning.

Monk Bujie clapped his hands and said, "That's right."

"The Buddhist sects of the Western Regions often take unconventional approaches. I wonder how Shakyamuni's elephant-throwing technique was modified in their hands."

"How about this, I will recite the Fa from memory once."

"Young man, hand over the rebellious law to me again."

"how?"

Even the monk Bujie was a little envious. It was against the law, but it was indeed useful, no less than the Dragon Elephant Skill. The young man was almost cultivating a great supernatural power.

This can't even be considered martial arts anymore; the Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill he practiced is essentially a Buddhist supernatural power.

He was unaware of the boy's true abilities and mistook his innate strength for superhuman strength.

Duncan thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

The monk Bujie immediately took out a pen and ink and wrote down a copy of the orthodox Dharma from memory, while the boy handed over the contrary Dharma, the Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill. When the two were compared, the problem became clear.

The one that Lu Shanjun obtained cultivated through the extra meridians, while the one that Monk Bujie obtained cultivated through the eight extraordinary meridians.

Monk Bujie immediately practiced the reverse method once. Before long, his blood and qi surged, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He had practiced too hastily, thinking that he had the power of Vajra and could make rapid progress, but he did not expect that his true qi would almost be disordered.

The boy followed the correct method and felt very relaxed. When he came to his senses, even the markings of the "Shakyamuni Throwing Elephant Exercise" had changed.

—"Shakyamuni Throwing Elephant Skill (Gold): Buddhist skill, great strength and supernatural power, complete in both orthodox and reverse directions, unconventional approach. Greatly strengthens muscles and bones, after mastering it, one can obtain the power of Shakyamuni throwing an elephant, and use great strength and supernatural power to subdue demons and monsters."

This is definitely a case of miracles happening with great effort.

After their exchange, the completed version of the Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill was already considered a first-rate technique. However, the monk Bujie almost went into a state of demonic possession due to practicing it in reverse.

The young man could even directly enter the body with malevolent energy, so what was the mere reverse cultivation of meridians? The two were simply not on the same level.

"If he were to cultivate the Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing, what would happen?"

"Even if Bodhidharma were alive, he probably wouldn't dare to confront this person head-on."

The monk Bujie also possessed a secret technique, the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing, which was a copy of Bodhidharma's version. However, this technique could not be passed on to outsiders unless the recipient became a member of the Buddhist order.

If Bodhidharma were to meet this person, he would probably be delighted.

The boy completely ignored the monk Bujie beside him. He picked up a pebble and slid it across the river. The pebble shot out and disappeared into the distance. The young servant beside him clapped and praised him, which was incredibly emotionally engaging.

It has to be said that whether it's a femme fatale or a manipulative woman, they can provide emotional value.

It's all-encompassing, with music and singing that brings joy to both body and mind.

Fourteen days after the Mo Jiao failed to transform into a dragon, it was a dark and windy night, the perfect time to kill.

The young man and his companions had tracked down a group of beggars. Zhi Nu confirmed that they were the Beggar Clan disciples who had joined the Demonic Sect, the Clean Clothes Sect. To put it bluntly, they were beggar leaders who managed a large group of young beggars, sending them out to beg while they themselves sat at home enjoying the tributes they received.

Because they don't have to beg themselves, they wear clean clothes and don't need to dress pitifully to gain sympathy.

The Beggars' Gang's hideout was quite dilapidated.

The boy stretched his limbs and looked at the monk Bujie beside him, saying, "Great monk, I'll take care of it in a moment."

"That monk and the beggar might be nearby."

"If we encounter it."

"You deal with the Flower Monk, and I'll deal with the Old Beggar, shall we?"

Monk Bujie nodded and said, "Alright."

"Young hero."

"Not all of these beggars are utterly wicked."

He hesitated and said, "If we can avoid killing, we won't."

This boy kills without blinking an eye.

I don't know if it's because he was born into the Demonic Sect, but he's been influenced by the Demonic Sect and is too ruthless in killing. I need to find a way to reform him.

The boy waved his hand and said, "I know."

He won't kill people indiscriminately unless he's courting death.

Everyone is entering the world to undergo tribulations. Unlike other immortals who play in the mortal world and live a carefree life, he kills mountains of corpses and seas of blood every day. If you can avoid killing, do so; just beat them half to death.

Only the ringleader was executed; the rest were crippled with the "Dislocating Tendons and Bones Technique."

If we keep killing, we'll earn the title of Asura.

under night.

The boy pounced on the sheep like a hungry tiger.

"who?"

"How dare you trespass on a branch of my Beggars' Sect!"

"what!"

Click.

A piercing scream.

The menacing beggar blocking the road was instantly dismembered, his hands twisted into pretzel shapes. The other members of the Beggars' Sect, seeing that there was only one person, shouted, "Everyone, attack together!" "He's just one person."

If someone takes out knives, spears, or clubs, well, that's a different story once you pick up a weapon; the boy's "Dislocating Tendons and Bones Hand" becomes "Heart-Piercing Dragon Claw Hand."

When the monk Bujie saw the corpses all over the ground, his brows twitched. He leaped out and couldn't help but take action. If he did, at least so many people wouldn't die. The wicked beggars who rushed up all met a gruesome end when they touched the boy.

"Who dares to attack my Beggars' Sect?" An old beggar who looked like an elder appeared.

—Beggar Clan Elder (Clean Clothes) (Four-Star White Plate)

This person was not the target, but a lowlife who had joined forces with the demonic cult. The young man fought his way in, smashing the door with his Tiger Fiend Fist. Inside, there was something covered in a sack. When he opened it, he found several unconscious women and children.

That would be embarrassing.

All those human traffickers, die!
—Black Tiger Steals Heart.

The boy's killing intent instantly spread, and the force of his fist was like a fierce demon. As soon as he made his move, the beggars nearby were terrified, as if they had seen a tiger baring its eyes. This was the special effect of the Tiger Demon Fist: "Terrification, Mind Control, Spirit Severing, Curse Demon".

The Demonic Sect also has many secret techniques, such as illusionary sound, illusionary shadow, bewitching, and soul-capturing, but the ferocious aura of the Tiger Fiend Fist is rarely seen in the Demonic Sect.

"What kind of strange skill is this?"

"Why is my internal energy disordered? I can't even muster it. Is my meridian being severed?"

The Beggar Clan's Clean-Clothed Elder was utterly horrified. The malevolent energy entered his body, instantly blocking the flow of his internal energy. This was the power of the 'Curse of Evil'.

Only a master with innate talent can break through it with pure true energy.

It can be said that in the entire martial arts world, anyone who has not condensed innate true qi cannot last more than a few moves against the young man. Once the curse enters their body, their true qi will become increasingly chaotic, and in the end, the backlash from their true qi can even cause them to suffer qi deviation and demonic possession.

Normally, it's not surprising that a tiger demon can condense malevolent energy, but it's quite extraordinary for a mortal to be able to have malevolent energy enter their body.

Moreover, the boy's body wasn't filled with malevolent energy; it was suppressed blood evil, and the malevolent energy was as docile as a quail.

"If we had actually fought back then, I'm afraid I would have been the one to die."

Monk Bujie was also shocked. He didn't know the extent of the bloodlust power until he touched it. Even he might not be able to suppress it with his Vajra True Qi.

puff.

Blood gushed out, piercing through the heart and lungs.

The Beggar Clan elder died instantly on the spot, and the nearby wicked beggars were all killed by the young man. Except for a few lucky ones who had their bones broken and their martial arts crippled, the others were basically killed with a single palm strike.

The entire Dark Rudder was filled with the stench of blood.

At this moment, in the distant grove, a figure dressed in black appeared. Even with his chest and back wrapped tightly, a full moon as big as a millstone could still be seen. This was a skill that had been specially trained and could not be mastered without more than ten years of hard work.

Although the Jade-Faced Goddess taught them strange martial arts techniques, the low-class skills she learned back then still remained in their bodies, and some of them had even altered their physical forms.

"what?"

"Is it that young man? Go back and tell Her Majesty immediately!"

That alluring figure was actually the personal maidservant of the Jade-Faced Lady. These maidservants were not particularly skilled in martial arts, but their lightness skills were excellent. Their legwork and waistwork were top-notch.

Ordinary martial arts masters simply cannot catch up with them.

"That old beggar shouldn't be here."

The boy found some gold and silver, as well as a few rudimentary martial arts manuals. These were common martial arts techniques found in the martial arts world, which he could learn casually, but it wouldn't be worth spending too much effort on.

After examining the pulse of the unconscious woman and child, the monk Bujie stood up and said, "It should be a hideout of the Beggars' Sect."

Just then, the two suddenly leaped out, and Monk Bujie said in a deep voice, "There's a sound of air being cut through from the other side of the woods."

The boy's lightness skill was mediocre, and the monk Bujie wasn't much better.

One can fly over grass, the other has agility.

Brothers in misfortune.

Fortunately, both of them possessed incredible strength, and even without their lightness skills, they could still run faster than others. However, they couldn't yet do what Lu Shanjun did—directly springing his leg and shrinking the ground, making his leap as if shrinking the ground into a foot.

One is innate true qi, the other is acquired true qi; the difference is quite significant.

Sounds of fighting came from the woods. Monk Bujie picked up a pebble and shot it out, while the boy swung a huge rock and hurled it at the group surrounding the woman in black.

"Truly a great and supernatural power!" exclaimed the monk Bujie.

He didn't recognize the woman in the clothes that night, but he recognized the man dressed as a beggar. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

boom!
In the woods, an old beggar with lewd eyes shattered rocks with domineering palm force. His internal energy was very strong, but it seemed a bit impure. When he circulated his energy, his face would turn red, probably because he could not fully control the internal energy and it had not yet been refined to perfection.

"It's the Dragon-Capturing Hand."

The monk Bujie unleashed a powerful palm strike that clashed head-on with the man. It was as if metal was striking metal and flames were erupting. Both of them were unsteady on their feet and each took a step back.

What a strong internal force!

Fortunately, it is mixed but not pure; it should be the true energy refined by absorbing yin to supplement yang, using unorthodox methods.

—Elder of the Hehuan Sect (five-star whiteboard).

This old beggar was even more formidable. He exchanged a palm strike with the monk Bujie and was so shocked by the Vajra Palm that his chest felt tight. He immediately signaled to the people around him to rush forward.

There were other people in the woods, which the monk Bujie was unaware of, but the boy could see them clearly.

A monk, a beggar, and a sixth brother who wanted to launch a sneak attack.

Everyone has arrived.

wrong!

Further away, another figure was rapidly approaching, like a fairy soaring through the air, her sleeves fluttering, stepping directly on the leaves and gliding through the air.

"Thank you, young man!"

The woman in the night clothes removed her veil, revealing a slightly alluring face. Duncan didn't recognize her, though she seemed to have a vague impression of her. But she remembered this young man. Even after the Jade-Faced Lady left, she still couldn't forget him and complained that the young man's palm strike was so domineering, causing her chest to ache for a day and a night.

The two exchanged blows, and the blood energy entered their bodies. The Jade-Faced Lady meditated all night to dispel the evil energy that had invaded her Tanzhong acupoint. The next day, she rubbed her chest and complained to the maids around her.

Despite her ethereal beauty, the Jade-Faced Lady can be quite rude when speaking to those close to her, bluntly saying things like "It hurts."

All those maids from the lowest social classes had vivid memories of the young man.

A sound broke through the air.

A bald, burly monk emerged from the woods, dressed in a red kasaya, resembling the Blood Blade Ancestor. He carried a dark-colored monk's knife, his swordsmanship extremely fierce, slashing so hard that it sent gusts of wind sweeping away fallen leaves. His blade energy cleaved towards the boy from several feet away.

"Get out of the way!"

The boy shoved aside the woman who was thanking him, and his figure shot out. He casually snapped a tree in half with a palm strike. A fierce wind raged, and a large tree blocked the sword energy, which penetrated three inches into the wood. Then the tree trunk swept across, and although the man's swordsmanship was fierce and he split the tree, he was pricked all over by the branches.

The boy kicked a pebble, and the ordinary pebble flew through the air like a bullet, hitting the flower monk and making him grit his teeth in pain. It directly dispersed some of his protective true energy.

Powerful Vajra Palm.

The monk Bujie only showed off a few moves, but the boy actually learned them by stealing them. Although he only knew the moves and not the method of circulating qi, it didn't matter. Miracles can happen with great strength.

boom!
With a muffled thud, the flower monk's figure flew backward, as if he had struck it lucky.

"This murderous aura!"

"Why does it feel so familiar?"

Not far from the woods, a bewitching woman drifted down like a leaf in the wind. Her light-footed movements were so skillful that only top-tier experts could hover in the air. The Jade-Faced Lady was listening to the wind to pinpoint her location, searching for any hidden killing intent. She was half-human and half-demon, and possessed her own secret techniques. It wouldn't be so easy to ambush her.

But feeling the howling wind, for some reason, the Jade-Faced Lady felt a pain in her chest, and Nai Nai also started to ache.

"Could that heartless person be nearby as well?"

She had only seen this Tiger Demon Blood Demon on two people in all these years: one was Lu Shanjun, and the other was that young man.

Both of them are heartless.

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(End of this chapter)