Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 501 Sword Strike with One-Word Incantation, White Crane Dances Over Changzhou
As soon as Chu Tianshu finished speaking, his sword was already drawn.

When the Three-Seven Divine Sword was first drawn, it was as straight as a line.

The person wielding the sword is like someone dancing with a weightless ray of light; with the slightest change in direction, the tip of the ray points to the desired target.

But this target was not any vital part of Yu Huangfen's body, but only the corner of his right sleeve.

If this sword strike had been intended to injure even a tiny part of Yu Huangfen's body, even just the tip of his long hair, it would not have been so easy.

However, clothing is, after all, just an external thing.

Chu Tianshu was still in the same spot, but the silvery-white sword energy had already successfully pierced the corner of Yu Huangfen's sleeve on the opposite bank of the stream.

The clothes found at the desolate grave were woven from silk spun by silkworms and horses from the spirit realm, mixed with a special kind of grass produced in Yushan. In particular, this outer robe could be considered a magical artifact.

He was wearing this robe when he launched his surprise attack on the Heaven and Earth Palaces.

Despite killing several academy leaders and engaging in a fierce battle with the Heavenly Official, this robe remained undamaged, demonstrating its remarkable resilience.

But now, this resilience seems to have become an asset to the enemy.

For example, when a thin piece of paper is torn into pieces, it doesn't cause much damage.

However, when a tendon is snapped or a piece of brittle iron is shattered, the destructive force can actually cause greater damage by taking advantage of the object's inherent properties.

This is precisely the characteristic of the Mountain Collapse and Water Destruction Palm, which is now incorporated into swordsmanship, creating a sword technique that can cleave mountains and destroy water!

It's too late to say.

The sleeve of the robe was torn in seven or eight places, like seven or eight silver-white lightning bolts that burst out rapidly from the small point where the sword had struck.

The trajectory of each crack involves several acupoints on the arm, shoulder, back, and right rib of the desolate grave.

The power that can actually penetrate into acupoints is actually very weak.

But even this slight influence prevented Yu Huangfen from drawing his sword to intercept it.

Chu Tianshu's figure had already traversed the long wind, heading straight for the upper reaches of the Nine Bend Stream.

His figure moved so fast that it seemed as if he was not moving by physical strength, or even by the power of the heaven and earth, but by his own eyes.

Especially the third eye on his forehead.

Once the Eye of Heaven locks onto a target, it's as if a unique radiating force field has been formed between Chu Tianshu and the target.

The two are of one mind and resonate with each other.

Chu Tianshu didn't seem to be attacking, but rather it was as if he was easily drawn in because of his high affinity with this force field.

As soon as this force field takes shape, it contracts violently, and the distance between it and the target shrinks abruptly.

As we all know, the more concentrated something is, the greater its power.

Therefore, as he approached the target, his speed did not decrease from initially being fast to later slowing down.

Instead, it got faster and faster, from a gust of wind to a shadow, and finally as fast as a burst of light.

Suddenly, abruptly, and in a terrifying manner, they stormed up before the Heavenly Official!

The Heavenly Official is here in his true form today; his false form, created using peach wood puppets, has never held any authority over the altar.

If someone with that kind of physique appeared at the conference and encountered Yu Huangfen, they would still be recognized.

Only by being physically present can one have the confidence to preside over this conference.

Besides, his injuries have almost healed, so he won't give anyone the opportunity to approach him for no reason.

Even if Yu Huangfen were to launch a surprise attack on him, he would be fully prepared to react.

Indeed, that was the case when Chu Tianshu arrived.

The Heavenly Official had fully gathered the authority of the altar. As his figure floated behind him, he raised his hand and pointed, uttering the shortest incantation.

"medical!!"

The shortest spell in the world is the identity of the target.

Among the three thousand lineages and various schools, there are often techniques for summoning wind, but the incantations are lengthy and sometimes require the coordination of hand seals, ritual implements, and altars.

Only when one cultivates to the point of complete freedom and harmony can one summon wind at will, with just the word "wind," winds of any size, speed, and intensity, which can be either sparse or dense.

This is because, through long-term visualization practice, practitioners have developed an extremely deep impression of the wind.

The Heavenly Official didn't know much about Chu Tianshu's identity. After spending time together, his deepest impression of Chu Tianshu was the word "medicine".

That's enough.

Regardless of Chu Tianshu's other identities, it is true that he understands medicine.

This short incantation contains all the Heavenly Official's impressions of the target, and is filled with extreme anger and malice.

The all-pervasive power of the altar instantly created a powerful shockwave.

Chu Tianshu felt a sudden boom in his mind.

All memories of medicine were almost swept away and flew out of my mind.

The truly terrifying aspect of a master sorcerer lies in this: the longer they spend with something and the deeper their understanding becomes, the easier it is for them to reach the essence of the matter when using incantations and mental power to destroy the target.

The turbulent waves of the sea of ​​memories caused Chu Tianshu's eyes to flicker intensely.

But his sword flashed even faster!
The slender, silvery-white sword tip touched the front of the Heavenly Official's finger in an instant.

The ultimate blessing of the altar and the pressure of the incantation prevented the sword from successfully touching the Heavenly Official's fingers; instead, the sword itself showed a slight bend.

Right after this bend, the sword's resilience was brought to its fullest potential.

The sword, trembling and flashing wildly, had already struck countless times in that instant!

The wind barrier in front of the Heavenly Official is an intangible thing.

Surprisingly, because it had been hit so many times, it seemed to have turned into a solid, transparent film.

Numerous silver specks condensed on the thin film resembled a starry sky.

The Earthly Lord had already arrived to provide support, and a sword-like iron ruler slid out from his sleeve, thrusting it into the air.

Chu Tianshu suddenly dodged away, and the air where he had been standing contracted sharply, almost shrinking into a crystal lump by the power of the Earthly Domination's curse.

This is the best opportunity.

For a mage, this is a time to seize the opportunity and create distance again.

The Heavenly Official stood frozen in place, his red hair bristling, his eyes like bells, and his pupils suddenly trembled.

He has the blessing of the altar, which allows him to withstand this attack, but he must also bear a certain amount of counterforce.

He didn't care about the pressure, but something in his mind seemed to suddenly crack open.

For the Fangfeng tribe, the most important pineal gland suddenly broke in two!
In the days that had passed, Tian Guan had only been able to see Chu Tianshu's medical side.

Chu Tianshu, having already observed the reaction of the peach wood puppet during the acupuncture, and the changes in the pulse the following day after administering the medicine to the real body…

They deduced all the material properties and waveforms of the true form of the Heavenly Official!
The needles stuck in the peach wood were of course not poisonous, and even the medicine given to the true body was not poisonous, in order to prevent it from being detected in advance.

When Chu Tianshu grasped all of his true form's reactions.

If you want to kill him, why use poison?
The Heavenly Official's pineal gland split open, his eyeballs also cracked, and two lines of bloody tears flowed out.

The whole body was in a chain reaction, covered with cracks like building blocks.

"what!!!!"

The Heavenly Official of Changzhou Kingdom let out a loud cry, and his entire body collapsed, exploding into a large number of fragments about an inch in size, which flew everywhere.

The Earthly Sovereign had just delivered a powerful attack when he discovered that the Heavenly Official had died suddenly. He was shocked and utterly horrified.

He wasn't afraid because of strength; if it were merely a matter of strength, the stronger would win and the weaker would lose—that's only natural. His fear stemmed from his inability to comprehend it.

Chu Tianshu and the Heavenly Official met, but it was only for one round.

The Heavenly Official uttered a single incantation, and Chu Tianshu drew his sword, instantly changing the situation.

In that brief encounter, Chu Tianshu had already left.

Heaven Official's Blessing... exploded?!

It would be one thing if it were just a physical explosion.

In reality, the Heavenly Official has transformed into an evil spirit. Why is it that even the evil spirit itself, which should reside deep within the brain, was unable to escape?

In that explosion of blood mist, it was clear that even the evil spirits were blown up along with it!
Without the blessing of the altar, the true form of the Heavenly Official is nothing more than a forbidden master who hasn't even touched the edge of the Single No-Leak Technique.

The range of waveforms that his mind and body can manifest is far less extensive and wondrous than that of a true master of flawless understanding.

Evil spirits are merely manifestations of the soul and spirit, and they also possess their own waveforms.

They also did not escape the scope of Chu Tianshu's deduction.

As the Earth Lord's mind trembled violently, his entire body tensed up in alertness, and his gaze never forgot to follow the battlefield.

It turned out that the moment Chu Tianshu retreated, he was immediately intercepted by Yu Huangfen.

Two figures suddenly disappeared into the Nine-Bend Stream.

Wherever they passed, the stream water completely turned into bursting white steam, expanding and rising.

The grass on both sides of the river cracked, and the ground trembled.

The bottom of the Nine Bend Stream is constantly deepening, widening, lengthening, and straightening.

Seeing this scene, the Prime Minister's anxious heart finally settled down.

Who knows... no, even ghosts don't know how worried he was just now that Chu Tianshu was attacking him again.

Actually, he was overthinking it.

Chu Tianshu didn't know him that well.

But in a sense, those who understand Diliang Palace better have already arrived.

A steel ruler flew down from the sky and landed diagonally on a large hall within the grounds of the Diliang Palace.

The white crane landed on one leg, stepping onto the top of the iron ruler.

Centered on the point where the iron ruler falls, a wave seems to ripple outwards.

Wherever it passed, numerous tiny incantation characters lit up; all of them were spells hidden within the building materials.

"Who dares to seize my altar?!"

The yellow-haired magistrate, with his fierce brows and piercing eyes, seemed to have his temper flared up again, his fighting spirit and murderous intent rising once more. He turned his head and locked onto the white crane.

Fang Tai's iron ruler represents the authority of the eighteen camps and towns, not the Diliang Palace.

However, they are both based on the technology of refining cursed ore and are both refined into the shape of iron rulers, so their origins are deep and they are of the same lineage.

The powerful beings in the spirit world are still living too comfortably.

As the influence of the Daoist tradition gradually faded, they were able to obtain complete cultivation methods from ghosts and gods through sacrifices.

In reality, most powerful individuals are forced to sift through fragments of ancient treasures and explore clues hidden in mere words and phrases.

The saying goes that knowledge is as vast as the sea, and one should draw upon a wide range of sources, but often, it is a matter of helplessness.

But it was precisely this helplessness that led to the emergence of true masters of scholarship!

He Lai had long been accustomed to grasping hidden clues to understand similar things.

"These bricks and stones weren't fired by you, these buildings weren't constructed by you, so do these altars really belong to you?"

The white crane spreads its wings and sings aloud.

"Evil spirit, do you still understand the human heart?"

When it comes to mastering cursed ore, he is indeed inferior to the Earthly Ruler.

But what he awakened was not only the traces of the spell, but also the traces left by the Windward Tribe laborers when they built these towns.

There are three types of incantations: one is for self-cultivation, the second is the true name of ghosts and gods, and the third is traces of one's race.

The palace, which embodies the painstaking efforts and century-long aspirations of the Fangfeng clan, is itself a curse!

The battle intensified, and a skilled fighter could leap a hundred meters in a single bound.

The smell of blood filled the air, and the powerful aura continued to expand.

The Nine Bend Stream is also expanding.

At the end of the Nine-Bend Stream, there was originally an elegant pond filled with aquatic flowers.

At this moment, the pond had cracked open, and the water turned into surging steam that shot upwards, causing the green leaves and white petals of the flowers to collapse and fly away.

In the high-temperature steam, the plants that were lucky enough not to be crushed were also scalded and appeared even more moist.

The air was filled with that fresh, slightly bitter smell.

The bottom of the pool was uneven, and in those deep pits, the pool water was still bubbling.

Elsewhere, all that remained was the surging white mist of rushing water and the scalded mud of the pool.

"I see. You seem to understand my robe and that sword strike, which is why they were so effective. But you don't understand all of my sword techniques."

Apart from a tear in the right sleeve of his robe, Yu Huangfen had no other wounds on his body. His eyes burned with a ghostly light, the more eerie and vibrant it was.

"Fortunately, I know a lot of sword techniques, all of which are old and refined. It seems I need to turn you into a quiet and precious corpse before I can use them all."

His knife, like a huge, strange fish, began to writhe happily.

The blade emitted a strange, distorted sound, like someone suppressing a laugh.

Chu Tianshu's true colors were revealed, which made Yu Huangfen no longer feel awkward. Instead, it was as if he had seen the best raw stone.

Such a vibrant life, having undergone the transformation of birth and death, and becoming a corpse, is what makes it especially worthy of appreciation and collection.

"Useful things are not about quantity, nor do they necessarily have to be old."

Several bright red bloodstains flowed from Chu Tianshu's left sleeve, which he casually wiped onto the Three-Seven Sword to avoid wasting them.

In martial arts, cultivating one's foundation requires stillness, which is a testament to the self and the universe, and a way to learn from the universe.

But learning without application becomes empty talk.

When needed, the key is to be active, to transform the external environment, improve the local conditions, and turn the enemy from standing to lying down.

The former is the essence of martial arts, while the latter is the pursuit of being a good person.

Together, they make a true martial artist.

Once the battle began, martial arts and humanity became indistinguishable in his mind.

Human emotions and passion grew increasingly intense; they rejoiced at killing the evil spirit of the Heavenly Official, were thrilled that their calculations had been verified, and were so engrossed in their own revelry that they wanted to dance wildly.

Martial arts transformed his emotions into pure and passionate perceptions.

Perceive this battlefield that has been turned into a quagmire.

I sensed that insidious figure following me from behind.

With long arms like an ape and massive muscles and bones, it had already caused considerable trouble for Chu Tianshu even before making a move.

(End of this chapter)