Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 383: Dragon Subduing
Just then, Han Yuan suddenly felt a strong wind blowing past his ears.

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He subconsciously looked up and saw a huge blue handprint sweep past him, traversing the battlefield with a majestic and imposing aura, and faintly accompanied by the roar of a dragon.

throat--!
Before anyone could react, the handprint had already been imprinted on a demonic cultivator in front of Han Yuan.

Bang!
The demonic cultivator took the blow squarely, his protective spiritual energy exploding, and the small triangular shield he had conjured was also shattered.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body twisted and flew backwards for more than ten feet, crashing heavily into a pile of rubble. His bones were shattered, and he immediately lost consciousness, his fate unknown.

This sudden turn of events left the other demonic cultivator somewhat bewildered. Before he could react, in that moment of stunned silence...

A short bamboo stick appeared at the back of his head and struck him squarely.

Snapped!
He felt a tremendous force pierce his skull, his vision went black, and he was also slammed by a strange force, flying backward and crashing through several trees before coming to a stop. He followed in his companion's footsteps and completely lost his fighting ability.

Han Yuan stared blankly at everything that was happening before his eyes.

Not far in front of him, a young boy's figure appeared out of nowhere.

The boy looked to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was wearing only a short jacket, with a string of copper coins hanging around his neck and a gourd of wine at his waist.

With a casual wave of his hand, the short bamboo stick flew back into his hand, which he then casually tucked into his waistband.

After doing all this, the boy finally had a moment to free himself, took the peach he had been holding in his mouth, and took a bite.

The boy glanced back, it was unclear whether he was looking at himself or at someone else.

"Master, didn't you say that our grandmaster told us not to take action?"

He chewed and chewed, his words mumbled indistinctly: "Are you trying to scam me?"

No sooner had the boy finished speaking than a powerful voice rang out behind Han Yuan: "You rebellious disciple, what are you saying!"

"Your grandmaster only said that we shouldn't expect to save your eldest grandmaster, but he didn't say that we couldn't save a few of his disciples."

"These disciples were raised by your eldest grandmaster, so let's build a good relationship."

The boy took another bite of the peach: "Then why don't you do it yourself?"

"What do you know, child? I'm giving you young people a chance to learn!"

"Furthermore, since your Uncle Xuanling hasn't made a move, how can I?"

Upon hearing this, the man in black who had previously taken away Li Yi's "corpse" waved his hand and said, "This is a matter for your Junshan, and I will not interfere."

He feigned profundity on his face, but in his heart he was thinking that since the sect was going to be destroyed anyway, he could secretly take a promising talent away without anyone noticing.

This shouldn't be considered getting involved in this mess, right?

The group chatted casually, completely ignoring Xu Kai.

Although he was burning with anger, his years of caution prevented him from taking immediate action.

"Who...who are you people?"

However, no one answered Xu Kai's angry shout.

Han Yuan suddenly realized that someone was standing next to him. He looked up and saw that the person was a young man in a brown martial robe with a lifelike blue dragon on it.

"Young man!"

The man's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a resounding bell, very penetrating. He laughed heartily, patted Han Yuan on the shoulder, and lifted him straight up from the ground.

"You are a body cultivator, a noble martial artist! How can you give up so easily?"

With that strike, a powerful force and a warm current instantly dispelled Han Yuan's fatigue and pain.

"A true warrior!"

"A body tempered by fire!"

"An indomitable will!"

"A courageous and diligent spirit!"

The young man casually raised his eyes, finally managing to glance at Xu Kai, whose murderous intent was on full display: "Heh, how could he possibly be compared to... this weak and pathetic demonic cultivator?"

"you!"

Xu Kai was both shocked and furious.

However, before he could make a move, the young man spoke again: "Yuanbao!"

"exist."

The young man casually pointed at Xu Kai: "Go, slap him twice."

With a snap, the boy nicknamed Yuanbao finished the last bite of the peach and weighed the peach pit in his palm.

The moment the peach pit fell a second time, it was suddenly thrown away by the boy.

A whooshing sound came, and the peach pit was already in front of Xu Kai.

Xu Kai's divine sense swept over the young man and found that he was just a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, which reassured him somewhat.

"You have a small skill, but you still dare to do the same thing!"

The initial shock instantly transformed into murderous intent, a feeling of being offended by an ant.

He let out a sharp shout, and his spiritual energy surged wildly.

He summoned two more talismans, one red and one blue, which floated beside him. The crimson talisman condensed into a giant seal phantom once more and crashed down on the spot where Yuanbao was standing.

The azure talisman transformed into a water-based spiritual tide, layer upon layer, surging around Xu Kai to protect him.

At the same time, he moved, his feet flashing with spiritual light, and suddenly retreated to the side and back, intending to avoid the trajectory of the peach pit.

With a plethora of treasures at his disposal, he was confident that he could annihilate a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator in a single encounter.

However, just as he moved and the power of the talisman was about to erupt, a sudden change occurred!

But then Yuanbao moved and appeared near the peach pit. He swung his short bamboo stick and lashed it out at himself.

"The same trick again, aren't you tired of it?!"

Suddenly, Yuanbao vanished from his spot. Xu Kai turned his head in shock and saw a face with a hint of mockery, which was now right in front of him.

Yuan Baoqing shouted, and the azure spiritual power in his palm surged and gathered like a raging sea, faintly transforming into a ferocious, roaring dragon-shaped energy.

He thrust out a palm strike, which landed squarely on the protective spiritual energy!
"A dragon overturns the river!"

Bang-!
With a deep, resounding thud, the water-based spiritual tide was suddenly scattered in all directions for a moment by this extremely yang and powerful palm strike.

"what?!"

Xu Kai looked surprised. How could the talisman's defense be deflected with a single palm strike?

However, at that very moment, by sheer coincidence, the peach pit fell precisely between the two of them.

Yuanbao changed his palm into a fist, and the spiritual energy that had just dissipated instantly gathered again, and he threw a punch.

The peach pit was coated with a layer of spiritual energy that had been repeatedly added and refined by the ingot. After it was freed from the restraint of the water-based spiritual tide, it suddenly erupted.

This power was far from enough to harm a pseudo-core cultivator, but its instantaneous burst struck the tiny point where Xu Kai's protective spiritual power was circulating with incredible precision.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the protective spiritual power shattered instantly.

"Ugh!"

Xu Kai felt a sharp pain and a tremendous impact pierce his chest and abdomen. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and staggered backward uncontrollably, his spiritual energy becoming disordered.

"You can't even defend against the exact same trick?"

Yuanbao's eyes were clear, as if he were looking at a fully armed but clumsy and flawed idiot.

Before he finished speaking, his figure was already close again.

He held the short green bamboo stick in his hand.

"Split the character, beat the dog's head with a stick!"

The short stick, devoid of any fancy moves, slammed down on Xu Kai's head. His blood surged, his spiritual energy stagnates, and he couldn't mobilize his talisman to defend himself in time. He could only barely raise his arm to block.

Click!

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible, and the excruciating pain caused Xu Kai to scream in agony, his arm hanging limply at his sides.

"Trip the dog to the sky!" The green bamboo stick swept across the ground with great force, and a force wrapped around Xu Kai's ankle.

Xu Kai was already unsteady, and now he felt the ground beneath his feet come alive, suddenly throwing him into the air, tumbling backward like a gourd, looking utterly disheveled.

"Stamped Characters - Sichuan Dogs Bark at the Sun!"

The gold ingot followed closely, and the green bamboo stick transformed from a sweep into a thrust, swift as lightning, directly targeting Xu Kai's dantian!
This strike, imbued with the power accumulated from the previous two blows, terrified Xu Kai. He tried to curl up in fear and activate his protective talisman, but to no avail.

Boom-!
The short bamboo stick struck Xu Kai's dantian with great force, instantly shattering his foundation of qi sea with an overwhelming power!

"Ah—! My cultivation level!"

Xu Kai let out a heart-wrenching scream, collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing violently, his eyes filled with endless pain, despair, and resentment.

After years of arduous cultivation and relying on his treasures to run rampant, he was crippled by a Foundation Establishment cultivator with just three blows!

puff.

He fainted.

Yuanbao didn't even look at Xu Kai, who was lying on the ground like a lump of mud. With a sway of his body, he sat directly on Xu Kai's back, using him as a cushion.

Holding the stick in one hand, he rested it on the back of Xu Kai's head, took the wine flask from his waist, and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"..."

Han Yuan stared blankly at the boy.

How could he so effortlessly cripple a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator when he was only at the late Foundation Establishment stage?!
Moreover, the technique this person used seemed somewhat familiar.

She seems to resemble Senior Sister Yuwen somewhat.

Perhaps sensing Han Yuan's unwavering gaze, Yuanbao stopped pouring wine, looked at the gourd in his hand, and then at him.

"Hey, don't let my appearance fool you, I'm already over thirty and I can drink."

Yuanbao shook the wine gourd in his hand: "Want some?"

"Uh...no, thank you all for saving my life. But who are you?" Han Yuan said.

The young man had already taken Li Qingfeng to his side and casually pointed a few fingers: "Not bad, nothing serious. You little fatso, your cultivation method is quite unique. Elder Jiang might be very interested in you."

Li Qingfeng didn't have the strength to speak, but his lips moved slightly as he expressed his gratitude for saving his life.

The young man then turned around and looked at Han Yuan.

"Haha, I am Liu Tianfang, from Junshan!"

Seeing Han Yuan's bewildered expression, he understood and added, "Junshan is in the Central Region, and I am from the same sect as your Sect Master Chen."

Upon hearing this, Han Yuan's eyes shone with hope: "Senior, you must be a master. Could you please save the sect leader and my fellow disciples?"

He knew that the other party had just saved them, and that making such a request was unreasonable and a case of pushing one's luck.

But no matter what, he was determined to fight for it.

"Ugh……"

Upon hearing this, Liu Tianfang's expression darkened.

He sighed and patted Han Yuan on the shoulder: "Young man, I am not a heartless and ungrateful person who stands idly by. It's just that this matter is not as simple as you think."

"I'm afraid we are also unable to help."

Everyone looked up, their expressions solemn, towards the direction of the forbidden area.

……

Within the forbidden area, pear blossoms drifted down.

Wisps of pale blue mist rose up, enveloping Chen Linyuan, clearly indicating that the Feather Sound Poison had taken effect.

In a daze, completely disoriented.

Chen Linyuan hadn't felt this way for many years.

My consciousness felt as if it had been thrown into a raging river, irresistible. I don't know how long it took before this inverted feeling slowly disappeared.

The bizarre and fantastical scene rushed past Chen Linyuan, both familiar and strange, as if from another world.

Upon entering the mountain gate, I paid my respects at Junshan.

The elders, seniors, and fellow disciples watched him approach with great anticipation.

"My surname is Li, and my given name is Li. From now on, you will be my disciple."

At that moment, he felt that the world was vast and the future was promising.

Fresh out of the gate, just beginning to show his talent.

He was surrounded by disciples from various sects and other outstanding talents of his generation as he walked forward.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, at this grand gathering, we must learn from you. You must not hold back."

At this moment, he was surrounded by admirers, radiating brilliance. He was full of vigor and ambition, and the future of the entire cultivation world rested at his feet.

By forming the elixir and condensing the infant, one can glimpse the secrets of heaven.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood; countless demons watched in terror as he severed their heads.

"Chen Linyuan! You'll die a horrible death!"

At this moment, he is the embodiment of decisive ruthlessness. His reputation, forged from the countless bones of demonic cultivators, resounds throughout the Central Demon Ruins, becoming a legend in the hearts of countless cultivators.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter.

With sword drawn, battles raged, and fame spread throughout the land.

All the past events, like a revolving lantern, quickly faded and drifted away from him.

The clamorous cheers, the terrified howls, and the surging demonic energy all vanished, finally returning to deathly silence.

Chen Linyuan continued walking forward, and everything disappeared. The road seemed to have no end, yet it also seemed that every step was shortening some unavoidable distance.

Finally, a woman's back appeared in his sight.

She was not tall, and wore a purple robe.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, held up with a simple jade hairpin, with a few strands falling onto her slender neck.

So familiar.

As Chen Linyuan gazed at the departing figure, a complex expression appeared on his face for the first time.

Guilt, longing, pain...

fear.

Sure enough.

Chen Linyuan actually chuckled.

"It seems that the reputation of Yu Sheng Poison is well-deserved."

Only he himself knew that what Chen Linyuan feared most in this world was precisely the person he longed for day and night.

In the past, when one formed the Golden Core and condensed the Nascent Soul, one gradually learned that the Heavenly Dao had abandoned them, and they could not escape death and the dissipation of their Dao.

Chen Linyuan did not feel fear, but only resentment.

But after her death, Chen Linyuan walked the path she had once walked step by step, and was overcome with an uncontrollable fear.

He had lost the will to live, and at the same time, he was afraid of death.

If I were to see her again after entering the cycle of reincarnation, how would I face her?

The girl in front of him had been following closely, seemingly chasing something, when she suddenly sensed something strange behind her and turned around.

It was a gentle and lovely face.

She looked at Chen Linyuan: "Huh? Where is this place?"

"who are you?"

(End of this chapter)