Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 354 The Insight into Reality and Illusion is Annoying

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Chu Tianshu condensed his energy in his palm, but after staring at the bubble for a while, he did not make a move.

The three bubbles landed in the courtyard, only a meter or two from the ground, when Chu Tianshu blew a gentle breeze that caught them.

After observing for a moment, he heard that Chen Ying and Yun Gu had returned one after another.

Chen Ying went alone and returned alone, but Yun Gu was carrying a person in his hand.

"I chopped down that Takagi."

Yun Gu put the middle-aged man, whose acupoints had been sealed, on the ground and said, "But I kept one of his confidants around him to facilitate the collection of evidence against them."

Seeing the middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood, Chen Ying couldn't help but glance at the scene in the courtyard again.

After Chu Tianshu's sword energy struck someone, not much blood flowed out; it seemed that the blood vessels in the limbs had shrunk due to the sword energy.

But with hundreds of corpses scattered throughout the courtyard, it was still quite gruesome.

Yun Gu was used to fighting on the battlefield, so this small scene was nothing to him.

In this other world, Chu Tianshu had witnessed countless battles involving large numbers of people, clashes with guns flying, and fights against Japanese pirates on the coast...

Chen Ying, however, did not want to stay there any longer and said, "Can't we chat somewhere else?"

Chu Tianshu nodded, held up three bubbles with his left hand, and walked into the living room.

Chen Ying meant that now that the important business was finished, she could leave.

Although she had some common sense, she still didn't have much of a concept of government officials.

In the Southern Song Dynasty, it was common for martial arts masters of her generation to kill corrupt officials, assassinate Jin generals, and even plot to assassinate prime ministers.

Of course, if the deal falls through, you have to run away; if it succeeds, you have to run away immediately. There's no way you'd wait for negotiations or anything like that.

Since Chu Tianshu had already entered the living room, she had no choice but to follow.

The living room was indeed quite clean, with only a few pieces of glass and flower petals.

Where did these bubbles come from?

Yun Gu noticed the image of a monk on the surface of the bubble and vaguely discerned that the aura did not come from Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu chuckled softly and said, "It seems that someone noticed the big battle we were having here and wanted to join in the fun, so they gave us a challenge."

Chen Ying stared at the bubbles for a few seconds.

The ink-painted monk seemed to sense the aura in Chen Ying's gaze, and actually raised his left hand as if to shield himself.

Chen Ying was slightly surprised and said, "Unable to track it."

The spell inside the bubble was incredibly complex and ingenious, but the bubble itself was too weak.

Even if it's a tracking spell that doesn't involve attack, as long as someone's aura lands on it, Bubble will sense the threat and resist.

In this way, either the tracking technique will be broken, or the bubble will burst.

"That's why I said, this is just a question for us."

Chu Tianshu said with great interest, "We can't act recklessly. We can only try to break through it. When we try to break through it, the cultivation level we display will definitely be perceived by the person behind the scenes."

"But if he wants to uncover more of our secrets, he must get the bubble moving, which means he has to reveal more of his own secrets."

Yun Gu smiled upon hearing this.

"It seems to be a friendly sparring session before the real fight, where one willingly takes the bait."

Yun Gu raised his spear. "I really want to see what he's got going on, so I'll be the volunteer first!"

The spear thrust through the air.

The large, heavy spearhead suddenly became light and agile as it approached the bubble.

Ten times lighter than a dragonfly skimming the water, it makes thirteen seemingly imperceptible, almost elusive, pricks on the bubble's surface.

The Mandarin Duck Breaking Formation Spear Technique contains thirteen basic spear techniques.

It was created by Qi Jiguang combining the eight powerful techniques of Lü Hongquan and the five short-range fighting techniques of Mianzhang, breaking them down and recombining them.

After Qi Jiguang's death, the original, profound, and internal training techniques of this spear technique, as well as the corresponding medicinal formulas, were all taken away by the imperial court and circulated within the Shenji Battalion.

Yun Gu admired Qi Jiguang's army since childhood. After joining the Shenji Battalion, he learned that there was such a spear technique. He was overjoyed and practiced it diligently until he had mastered it.

These thirteen thrusts may seem similar in movement, but in reality, the force exerted in each thrust is quite different.

The surface of the bubble trembled repeatedly.

The monk who was sitting cross-legged suddenly rose and fell, stretched out his arms and reached out, and in an instant, he blocked all thirteen spear thrusts.

Its movements are so swift, it's like watching a fast-paced ink-wash animation on the size of a palm.

In the blink of an eye, the monk sat back down in his original spot.

Yun Gu stood with his spear sheathed, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and did not use any more profound moves.

"It seems I can't break this monk's technique."

He turned his gaze to Chen Ying, "It's time for the Taoist priest to give it a try."

"I won't try!"

Chen Ying said bluntly, "I cultivate the art of alchemy, where qi is more important than techniques. If you can't break it, I certainly can't either. I might even break the bubble."

"It would be better to give Mr. Chu another chance to see more of their methods."

Yun Gu nodded: "That makes sense."

Chu Tianshu didn't hesitate. He raised his right hand, flicked his wrist, and unleashed three afterimages.

The index finger protrudes, piercing the bubble and leaving a dark red dot. The fist punches out, the knuckles of the back of the fist touching the bubble, forming a small yellow diamond-shaped spot of light.

With palms joined, the nail of the ring finger touched the surface of the bubble, leaving a black mark that moved freely.

Three afterimages struck three bubbles respectively.

Chu Tianshu brought his right hand to his waist, while his left hand lifted upwards, his palm continuously radiating mental energy.

Supporting the three moves he had just made, he continued to evolve them on the bubble.

The red light flashed and darted, striking and striking with the lightness and swiftness of a sword, specifically targeting the monk's weaknesses and vulnerabilities other than his limbs.

The yellow light, heavy as diamond, gradually split into two, then into four, then into eight, constantly clashing with the second monk's fists and feet. Each time it bounced back and forth, its trajectory was always straight.

The third monk was the most subtle.

He maintained the cross-legged posture throughout, but his hands, placed between his chest and abdomen, constantly changed mudras. Sometimes the mudra was raised to his throat, and then lowered to his dantian.

The thin black mark swam around him, but never launched a formal attack.

Yun Gu and Chen Ying were both focused on watching the moves and hand seals being dissected and broken down on the bubbles.

Each of them had their own strengths, and they quickly found a bubble that they were better at analyzing, staring at it intently.

Chu Tianshu had initially taken in all three bubbles, but as he looked at them, he started focusing on the second one.

The monk in the first bubble is demonstrating his movements. Although there are many different styles, they all evoke ancient Buddhist imagery.

The monk in the third bubble sat still, changing his hand seals. It seemed mysterious, but in essence, it was just using ancient hand seals to strengthen his mind and resist the Sorrowful Demon Slash.

Only the second bubble, because it required facing a fist technique, seemed to increasingly bring out the monk's true skills.

Eight diamond-shaped light spots bounced and collided around him.

The ink-wash monk was originally dancing and jumping around within the bubble, fighting against each other.

After five or six breaths, the monk had already stood firmly in the center, and with each punch, he could simultaneously create several diamond-shaped light spots.

Initially, the monk was depicted only in ink wash painting, with a round head, stubble, gray robes, and a single expression, no different from the monks depicted in many boxing manuals.

At this moment, he displayed a calm and composed master-like demeanor.

A few seconds later, he suddenly lowered his waist and hips, and threw a punch forward.

This punch, seemingly aimed at the outside of the bubble, simultaneously forced the eight rhomboid light spots away.

The monk clearly only exists on the surface of the bubble.

The bubble was larger than him, and its surface could reflect many other objects in the room.

But when the monk threw that punch, the entire bubble, along with all the surrounding scenery, seemed to converge onto his fist.

Once the bubbles returned to their original state, the eight yellow spots of light had faded considerably, and the scenery they reflected was also much more blurred.

Only the ink-wash monk remains crystal clear, with distinct lines.

Even the other two bubbles were subtly disturbed.

The red light and black marks subsided slightly, and both bubbles moved a little further away from this bubble.

In an instant, Chu Tianshu sensed the fundamental essence of the opponent's fist technique.

Only oneself is "real"; everything else—people, things, and events—is merely a dream, merely one's own resources, one's own tools.

It is only right to accept help from others and to continue to seek it back.

The myriad sufferings of others are always illusory, so there is no need for sympathy or hesitation.

"What the hell? Who practices Buddhism like this?!"

This is the fundamental meaning of extreme selfishness.

This aroused a strong sense of disgust in Chu Tianshu.

If everything I encounter is a dream, then why should I cling to any single so-called reality, since I was born here, roam here, and come and go freely?

If I could be real, then how could everything in this world remain forever just a dream?

As someone who has suffered endless torment in dreams, never gave up on escaping, and never resigned myself to death just because it was a dream.

Later, I finally had the strength to resist and change my current situation and my dreams.

Chu Tianshu has always had his own attitude towards reality and fantasy.

He utterly loathed the implications conveyed by the bubble.

"You think I'm food, huh?"

Chu Tianshu's eyes flickered, but he didn't pour any more intent into the second bubble; he simply stretched out his hand...

He grabbed it and popped the bubble!

With such force, the five fingers tore the air apart, creating a loud, explosive sound like a tire exploding.

The fleeting, menacing pressure emanating from him covered the entire villa area, with room to spare.

Outside the villa, a group of men in black uniforms walked up nervously. As soon as they saw the horrific state of the cars on the ground, they suddenly felt dizzy.

The man leading the group, a man in his forties, clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain.

"Mr. Takagi!"

He had a premonition that something was wrong, so he simply shouted loudly so that all the communication devices accompanying him could hear him.

"Someone reported that there have been successive explosions here. We have been ordered to come and investigate. The higher-ups are monitoring the situation closely. Please cooperate."

(End of this chapter)