Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 167: Guanyin Sends Down the Holy Infant, Refining It Instantly (Revised)

In the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations.

The women dressed in brocade clothes and light gauze soaked in the Changchun Spring. Not only the women of Tianlong, but also the women in the Luding World were soaking in the Changchun Spring, and at the same time practicing the Beiming Divine Art that Zhang Kuang taught them.

The Divine Art of the North Sea has the same prerequisites as the Book of the Sunflower, but its nature is better than that of the Book of the Sunflower - there is no need to cut off one's muscles, one only needs to discard one's previous skills to practice it.

For some people who have achieved success in martial arts, they would rather give up their skills than give up their existing martial arts. For example, Li Mochou worked diligently and cautiously, and spent a lot of effort to achieve her current skills. In the end, she had to give up her skills and start over again just to practice a martial arts method?

Then all the humiliation and silence I endured before were in vain?
So Li Mochou did not practice the Beiming Divine Art.

At first, she didn't even want to soak in the Changchun Spring. She just wanted to practice dual cultivation with Zhang Kuang so that she could improve her skills.

However, after hearing that the Changchun Spring could keep people young, Li Mochou said that she just wanted to take a bath and didn't care about staying young forever.

"Senior Sister is always like this, saying one thing and thinking another."

Xiaolongnu was naked. Her face, which had been pale due to living in the ancient tomb for a long time, was now much rosier. There was a little more flesh on her little face, but it made her face look rounder and cuter. She sat on the cold jade bed and practiced the Jade Girl Heart Sutra with Zhang Kuang.

The area around the cold jade bed was full of exotic flowers and fungi unique to the Wanjie Valley. A large circle of pine trees had been cut down around it, so that the place where the two were was quite empty. If Zhang Kuang was not the only man in the Wanjie Valley, Xiaolongnu would never have chosen to practice with him.

A little shy!

If she were to hide away from the world in an ancient tomb, Xiao Longnu wouldn't think there was anything wrong with being so frank with him.

But after gaining more knowledge and experience in the furnace world, Xiaolongnu also became shy, and soon her face turned a bright red like the morning glow.

Zhang Kuang and Xiao Longnu slowly finished their training. Although he did not create his own martial arts, with the help of Tai Chi Tu Fan, he had turned all his previous martial arts into instincts, so he did not need to follow the training conditions of the Jade Girl Heart Sutra.

Xiao Longnu finished her training and gathered her energy. Her eyelashes fluttered like the thin wings of a butterfly. Her bright and clear eyes looked at Zhang Kuang innocently, as if asking again, "Are you not going to practice anymore?"

"No more practice."

"Then I'll go find my senior sister. She told me to ask her to find you after practice."

Zhang Kuang: “…”

"Now that I'm here, you don't have to listen to her, just listen to me."

"Oh." Xiaolongnu did not refute.

Then Zhang Kuang smiled and said, "How dare you disobey my command?"

Xiao Long Nu: “?”

"Ok!"

……

A moment later, Dao Baifeng, who had come looking for them, saw this scene and stepped forward and said with a smile, "It seems I came at the wrong time."

"No, you came just in time."

Zhang Kuang stretched out his hand and pulled, and Dao Baifeng fell down on the cold jade bed. A charming blush quietly crept up on her majestic face, which was as holy as Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Zhang Kuang laughed and said, "Long'er, do you know how Guanyin Bodhisattva subdued Red Boy?"

Xiaolongnu covered her face and shook her head. Although Zhang Kuang had told her stories of Journey to the West when she was bored before and she had listened with great interest, how could she have the mind to recall them at this moment?
Dao Baifeng seemed to be lost in thought, her eyes becoming even more charming as she spoke softly, "It was Guanyin Bodhisattva who tricked him onto the lotus platform. However, the Holy Infant King was cunning and pretended to beg for mercy, so he was bound hand and foot with golden hoops, and only then was he subdued."

"You really know, you daring monster! Now that you see the lotus platform, why don't you sit on it?"

……

The sun is high in the sky and is as warm as a stove.

The warm sunlight shone on Duan Yu's body, but he could not feel any heat at all. He just sat on the cushion blankly, with a dull look in his eyes and a haggard face.

His lips were pursed until they turned pale, his knuckles were bruised from clenching, and the skin on his fingertips appeared abnormally pale.

All the reasons are because——

"Slow! Too slow!"

Sweat dripped from his chin. Duan Yu stood up from the mat with a gloomy look in his eyes. There was no trace of emotion on his haggard face, but his chest was filled with resentment that was as raging as the sea.

Ever since he obtained the true qi from Kurong and the four great monks of Tianlong Temple, Duan Yu became a first-class martial artist overnight. In addition, he had been trained continuously by the three dukes of Dali and his uncle Duan Zhengming in the past half month, and his strength had finally caught up with Duan Zhengming.

But this is not enough...

Far from enough!

"Your Highness, please do not be anxious. The most important thing in martial arts training is your state of mind. If you calm your mind, your strength will naturally increase. If you let your mind run wild, not only will you get half the result with twice the effort, you may even go astray." Among the three ministers, Si Nong Fan Bi, who had the deepest internal strength, saw that Duan Yu was impatient and could not help but advise him.

Although he had said this countless times, to the point that Fan Bi was so numb that he even repeated it in his dreams, the effect was only a drop in the bucket. Just looking at Duan Yu's unchanged eyes, it was clear that he didn't listen to any of the words at all.

Ten days ago, Duan Zhengming had already issued an order to confer the title of Crown Prince of Dali on Duan Yu, regarding him as the most legitimate successor of the Dali Kingdom, and even submitted the letter of credence to the suzerain state, the Song Kingdom.

But looking at Duan Yu's current condition, Fan Bi was somewhat worried that the Crown Prince might follow in Duan Yanqing's footsteps and embark on the path of evil.

Duan Yu's dull gaze quickly became alert, his sight fixed on Fan Xi. He stroked his hair, his emotions agitated, yet his tone was strangely calm:
"Si Nong is right. I'm still young and have plenty of time to practice. Who knows, I might reach the pinnacle of my skill in the future, surpassing my uncle and Zen Master Kurong and becoming a master like our ancestor Duan Siping."

"Gurgle...Your Highness the Crown Prince..." Fan Bi looked at Duan Yu, whose image and tone were so disjointed, and his heart sank rapidly to the bottom. While retreating towards the door, he also tried to wake Duan Yu up.

Yes, there is no need to wait any longer. Duan Yu has already fallen into a state of confusion due to the rapid growth of his true energy and the enormous pressure, and is on the verge of collapse.

However, just as Fan Bi's hand was about to touch the stone door of the quiet room, Duan Yu's figure had already left a white trail in the air, and he pounced in front of him like a tiger out of a cage, with a strong wind wrapped around him, and grabbed his neck with one hand.

"But……"

Duan Yu's voice was low, like the unmeltable ice in his eyes, and then it became high and sharp like a volcanic eruption the next moment:

"But!"

"In half a month, Jiumozhi will come to Dali to steal the unique skills left by our Duan family ancestors and trample on the reputation and face of our Duan family!"

"My mother is still suffering in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations. I don't know what kind of treatment she has endured. How can I concentrate on cultivation?"

Duan Yu's voice was like a roar, and bloodshot eyes were oozing out. "I'm sorry, Fan Sinong, please give me all your true energy!"

After saying that, he grabbed it and refined it in an instant! Crazy!

Duan Yu was smoking like crazy.

Although no one was killed, he drained the power of both the three dukes of Dali and the palace guards.

When Duan Yu was about to leave the palace, the sound of clothes fluttering in the air was suddenly heard. Duan Zhengming, who was wearing a white robe with gold threads, spun several times in the air and landed at the palace gate before Duan Yu. He stopped and looked at Duan Yu with a frosty face.

"Yu'er! What are you going to do?"

Duan Zhengming had always been kind and tolerant, but at this moment, facing Duan Yu, he didn't smile at all. His eyes were filled with disappointment. "Do you know that Tianshi and Hegen are my most trusted ministers in Dali? How dare you attack them?"

Duan Yu's clothes were disheveled at the moment, his dark blue hair hanging down in front of him. After hearing Duan Zhengming's words, he raised his head slightly, his hair sliding down his cheeks, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes, "Uncle..."

His voice was hoarse, his lips were pale and bloodless, with blood beads still remaining on the teeth marks. It was obvious that he had been struggling a lot before, but no matter what, "I can't turn back."

Duan Yu's expression seemed to be a mixture of laughter and tears, his eyes filled with a morbid obsession, "I need strength, I want to save my mother!"

"Shut up! You bastard! Master Kurong had previously advised you not to recklessly use the Northern Ocean Divine Art. Our original intention in letting you practice this was to protect the Duan family's reputation and yourself, but look at what you've done! What have you protected?"

Duan Zhengming tried to scold Duan Yu to wake him up.

However, his fierce words were met with an even louder roar from Duan Yu: "You don't understand! You don't understand anything at all!"

Duan Zhengming was stunned by the shouting. He laughed in anger and repeated, "I don't understand anything?"

The disappointment in his eyes turned into determination. "There's no point in talking any more. Let me see your strength and see what you can do!"

"Uncle Emperor, I don't want to hurt you..."

Duan Yu's voice had just come out, but Duan Zhengming didn't want to listen anymore and rushed out directly.

The next moment, two figures suddenly collided in front of the palace wall. Duan Yu's face was flushed with anger:

"Why? Why are you forcing me?!"

Duan Zhengming's figure collapsed at the first touch, slamming heavily against the palace wall. A look of astonishment appeared on his face, and then he was hit in the face by a terrifying wind. The flesh on his cheeks rippled as if blown by an airplane's airflow. "Yu, er..."

Before he finished speaking, Duan Zhengming felt his true energy draining away like a flood, and he also felt that Duan Yu in front of him was like Kuafu, who easily drank up the trickle of energy in his body.

thump!
Duan Zhengming fell to the ground helplessly and watched helplessly as he fled the palace.

It was the zenith of the day, the warm sun was dim, but Duan Zhengming felt cold all over, and endless regret was deep in his heart. If he had known that this would happen today, he should not have let Duan Yu practice the Beiming Divine Art.

Duan Zhengming stumbled to his feet and suddenly saw a shadow in front of him. His pupils suddenly contracted as he looked up, "You..."

Before he could even finish his cry, his body slammed into the palace wall again. Blood oozing from his mouth and nose covered his face, which slowly slid down and he fell to the ground, his pupils filled with shock.

But he could no longer speak and fell into eternal sleep.

A tall shadow fell on Duan Zhengming's face. The tall figure seemed a little sad, and the voice was sad but not regretful:
"Don't blame me. If a man doesn't care about himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth... If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for making the promise you made to me before!"

……

……

Duan Zhengming, the ruler of Dali, died!
The murderer turned out to be Duan Yu, who had just been crowned as the crown prince!
However, Duan Yu did not inherit the throne, but disappeared without a trace and no one knew where he was. Therefore, rumors spread among the people of Dali, saying all kinds of things.

In a restaurant somewhere in Dali, Duan Yu, starving, walked into the lobby with murderous eyes. At this time, he already knew that Duan Zhengming was dead, but he was sure that Duan Zhengming was still alive when he left.

Therefore, it could only be that someone took this opportunity to kill Duan Zhengming.

Duan Yu thought about going back to explain clearly, but at this moment he had no time to go back - in the three days he had been traveling, none of the Dali masters he met could be his opponent. They all had their true energy sucked dry by him, and his own true energy could not be replenished. Therefore, he was full of "heroic spirit" in his heart and wanted to go to Wanjie Valley in one go to rescue Dao Baifeng.

——As long as he rescues his mother, someone will believe what he says!
However, when passing by this place, he was extremely hungry. Although Duan Yu had no money at the time, he did not care about so many things and just rushed into the restaurant to order good wine and delicious food.

Although Duan Yu had not killed anyone in the past three days, he now exuded a strong and fierce aura. Even though he had a handsome face, he did not look like a good person. Therefore, the diners in the restaurant stood up and ran away.

There was only one table left, and people were still eating the meat on the table leisurely.

Duan Yu called for a long time but the waiter didn't come. He was unwilling to eat the leftovers from other tables. Just as he was about to overturn the table in anger, he heard a voice with profound internal energy:

"If you are hungry, you may eat with me at the same table. There will be meat but no wine. Please do not despise me."

Duan Yu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a monk sitting at a nearby table. He was less than fifty years old and wore a yellow monk's robe. He wore a cloth shirt and straw sandals. His face was full of spirit and there seemed to be a faint flow of precious light, like pearls and jade, naturally shining.

Duan Yu only took a few glances at him and felt admiration and a desire to be close to him, so he decisively went over and shared a table with him.

Both of them were warriors, and the little meat was not enough to fill their stomachs. Duan Yu shouted loudly to the shopkeeper, but it was not as fast as the foreign monk took out a silver ingot.

The moment the silver ingot hit the table, the waiter came trotting up to the two of them like a monster that had been spawned at a fixed location.

Duan Yu was speechless, but he also knew that he was in the wrong, so he remained silent.

The foreign monk ordered two more dishes from the table before starting to chat with Duan Yu.

Although he had a deep understanding of Buddhism, Duan Yu had also been diligently practicing Buddhism and Confucianism for many years. Their ideas were surprisingly in sync. After talking for less than a moment, they were both in high spirits and regarded each other as close friends.

"Master, you are so proficient in Buddhist scriptures and have profound Buddhist teachings. You must be someone well-known. May I ask your Dharma name?"

"I, the Great Wheel King Jiumozhi of the Great Wheel Temple in the Great Snow Mountain, have come from Tibet and wish to go to the Tianlong Temple to worship the Buddha and pray..."

Before he could even utter the word "Jing", Duan Yu's hostility suddenly changed. He raised his hand and overturned the table, and reached out to grab Jiumozhi's neck, but only grabbed his collar.

Jiumozhi raised his hand to hold Duan Yu's arm, his face showing displeasure, "What do you mean, little brother?"

"I am Duan Yu!"

"The one who, having just become the crown prince, plotted to usurp the throne and murdered his own uncle?"

Duan Yu's face froze, and then his whole body was filled with evil, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. "Nonsense! I want you dead!!!"

The force of his fingers shot out, trying to pierce Jiumozhi into a sieve.

Jiumozhi dodged decisively, and slashed out with a flaming sword from bottom to top, scorching Duan Yu's robes. "Hold!"

(End of this chapter)