Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 136 Eternal Bliss, Six Yangs Seize Life

"Damn it."

Murong Qing spat out two words through gritted teeth.

White vapor emanated from his body, and he suddenly seemed to turn into an ice sculpture, with even the strands of his hair becoming crystal clear and reflecting the moonlight.

"Oh no, this lowly servant is going to shatter her own heart and launch a desperate counterattack."

Murong Tiangang's face twisted in pain. He didn't even have time to draw his sword. He drew his hands in an arc to protect his chest.

With his left hand rotating inward and his right hand pushing outward, a faint, illusory black and white vortex appeared in front of him.

Like a millstone slowly turning, it made a creaking sound.

Yin Yang Mill

The Murong family's Qiankun Palm and Yin-Yang Mill are truly top-tier defensive and control techniques.

In terms of leveraging external forces, they have already achieved a kaleidoscope-like effect.

It can transfer various strange energies, mixed energies, sword energy, and blade energy; it can even slightly distort mental attacks.

On Tianxing Peak, even Lu Wubing's [Flowing Light Sword], which was so fast that Lu Wubing couldn't even catch it, had its trajectory reversed.

At this moment, Murong Tiangang discovered that Murong Qing's internal energy could still be circulated, and that she was using a desperate move. He was immediately shocked and retreated while using his signature move.

"Snap..."

Murong Qing spat out white frost.

With a long sword drawn, he took a step forward and slashed swiftly. Amidst the billowing white mist, a long sword-shaped object, five zhang in length, condensed in the air.

Murong Tiangang retreated quickly, but the sword shadows pursued him even faster.

Along the way, the grass, soil, and even the air turned into a snow-white, translucent ice crystal.

The next moment, the ice crystals turned to dust, flying and swirling...

Murong Tiangang let out a terrified howl, and his right palm, which was protecting his chest, instantly turned into ice crystals.

A vast expanse of white frost spread relentlessly toward my shoulders.

The vast expanse of grass and trees on the right was covered with icicles...

This scene clearly shows an attempt to draw away the attack, but the attempt failed, resulting in an injury to one hand.

"What a fine Ice Heart and Flame Bone technique! You truly live up to the reputation of the Ice Fairy. The Ice Heart cannot be broken, otherwise, where would I find such a fine furnace?"

The red-robed, one-armed old man was still in mid-air, seven or eight zhang away, when he pointed out with a finger.

A faint ripple appeared in mid-air...

The pure white ice crystals on Murong Qing's body, as white as jade, and the wisps of white mist rising from her head, suddenly stopped.

It was as if an invisible net had trapped her within a three-foot radius.

She withdrew her sword and was about to leap up and strike again when she forgot to put her foot down, her foot still in mid-air.

"Phantom Yin Finger".

Lu Wubing had witnessed this move firsthand with Xiao Shantong, the Thousand-Faced Young Master.

When I was grazed by a finger, countless illusions immediately arose in my mind.

A chilling coldness seeped into the internal organs, limbs, and bones, causing poor blood circulation and preventing the flow of internal energy.

Fortunately, Lu Wubing had used speed to counter speed and was not hit hard in one move. After being affected, he focused his mind and shattered the illusion attack.

The power of the old demon Lianhua before them was incomparable to that of Xiao Shantong.

Even from a great distance, a single finger strike can create a deluge of illusions, causing Murong Qing to forget the target of her attack and freeze in a moment of stunned silence.

In a clash between masters, life and death can be decided in an instant.

Seeing the red-robed figure swooping down like a giant eagle, hovering over Murong Qing's head, about to strike her down with a palm.

Lu Wubing had already taken a step forward, his figure as swift as smoke, his sword shadow slashing out diagonally.

The crescent moon in the sky seemed to be swaying slightly, and the trees and grass were all leaning to one side...

Along with the white frost sword that Murong Qing unleashed, and the blood powder that Murong Tiangang's arm shattered into, all were stirred up by this sword strike.

The sky and the earth became crooked and distorted.

At the same time, the black mist shrouding Murong Qing's body rippled and deformed like a balloon, then burst with a pop.

"Dragon-Subduing Sword, Crescent Moon Slash!"

Whether it was because he was afraid of being beaten or because he was naturally cautious, it was hard to tell.

As soon as I felt my body falling diagonally downwards, I found myself losing control.

He was immediately alarmed, used his waist to generate force, flipped over and flew away.

He was extremely skilled in light-footedness, and did not need to use any force. He moved like the wind and turned at will, and his feet did not even touch the ground.

"Once you're here, don't leave."

Lu Wubing exhaled and made a sound, then pressed down with his feet, causing the ground to churn like waves...

The figure crashed through the air, creating a series of crackling and explosive sounds, and swept past Murong Qing's side with a whistling sound, slashing again with its sword.

The sword light vanished into thin air the moment it appeared.

Even the blade of the sword is gone.

Before Murong Qing could even figure out what kind of move it was, a sword mark appeared in front of the Old Demon Lianhua, who was seven or eight zhang away.

"Heaven-Slaying Slash..."

Murong Qing quickly stopped his desperate movements, which had shattered his heart. His deathly expression returned to normal, and he regained some color.

She was knowledgeable and experienced, and she recognized exactly what those two sword strikes were all about.

The "crescent moon" style goes without saying.

It draws in all attacks, uses their force against them, and is unparalleled.

It's said to be able to pull even the moon down.

What else can't be diverted?

However, Lu Wubing's age and his mastery of the "Crescent Moon Style" to such a high level was far beyond her expectations. No wonder the Old Demon Lianhua was so frightened that he retreated in panic upon seeing him.

Even the illusion of the Phantom Yin Finger, something so ethereal, can be shattered, demonstrating the extraordinary nature of this sword technique.

Of course, the "Crescent Moon Style" still has traces to follow, but the "Heavenless Style" is incomprehensible even to look at. This move was known in the martial arts world back then as "lawless and unrestrained, with only my sword."

Sword energy condenses in the void, moving at will from near or far, killing as easily as mowing grass. Those with weaker mental perception don't even know how to block it.

Just like the old demon Lianhua in front of him, when he sensed the sword energy approaching, he didn't react for a moment.

chi...

Amidst the splattering of blood, the Old Demon Lianhua roared and refused to retreat.

He turned his palm into a blade, slashing through the energy wave from the blade mark. His narrow eyes blazed with murderous intent, and instead of retreating, he charged forward to meet the attack head-on.

"It's just a little brat. You scared this old man half to death. I thought it was the resurrection of the Vast Ocean!"

He discovered that although the opponent's [Heavenless Sword Style] was incredibly powerful, its actual strength didn't seem to be that great.

Under the impact of innate true energy, it crumbled instantly.

I was actually scared.

Ignoring the shallow cut on his chest, the Old Demon of Pitying Flowers was filled with shame and rage.

This time, the charge was even faster. A dark red dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, and with a sound like a child crying, it slashed down on his head.

Unlike when he faced Murong Qing, he now only wanted to kill his opponent instantly, not capture him alive.

The crimson blade light, which seemed to pierce the sky, turned azure blue as it fell.

[The cycle of Yin and Yang leads to rebirth in the Pure Land.]

Lu Wubing's eyes reflected red and blue colors, half of his body looked like it was on fire, and the other half looked like it was frozen.

The solidified blood and qi within his body, as firm as a mountain, and the vast internal energy, as boundless as the sea, lost their balance under the two-colored blade light, constantly colliding with his meridians and shaking his internal organs...

He was not surprised but delighted.

With the sword at his side, it was as if he were dragging along a vast expanse of blue waves.

The extremely heavy and viscous air transformed into illusory waves, which he dragged back with a single sword stroke.

All around, it turned into a pitch-black void.

Uh...

The wind howled and roared, shattering trees, grass, and soil into powder, which then merged into the dark vortex.

A colossal force was quietly brewing within them.

"This is the true 'Hidden Dragon in the Abyss,' the Hidden Sword Style."

When Lu Wubing tried out the Eight Swords of Subduing Dragon, he felt that his body's blood and energy, as well as his spirit and meridians, were all in perfect harmony and comfort.

After mastering the Vast Ocean Divine Skill, even though only fourteen meridians were opened, there was still a sense of boundless and inexhaustible freedom.

His internal energy surged wildly as if it were free, and the force under his sword grew stronger with each strike, its limits unfathomable.

With this hidden sword technique, his spirit soared, and in a trance, he felt like a divine dragon, shaking its head and wagging its tail, lurking in the bottomless abyss. He awaited his prey flying overhead, ready to open its mouth and swallow it whole, killing it instantly.

In the midst of his divine will, for a moment, he seemed to be able to control all the clouds within a seven or eight zhang radius around him.

It can sense all fluctuations of energy, from a person to a speck of dust.

This is not an illusion.

Suddenly, the Old Demon of Pitying Flowers discovered that the mountain forest had changed, turning into a deep abyss.

The surrounding void collapsed, and a black hole appeared in front of him, frantically absorbing all the vital energy...

He screamed and his body was thrown uncontrollably into the center of the black vortex, unable to retreat even if he wanted to.

"Sword Intent!"

In this critical moment, the Old Demon Lianhua could no longer think. He unleashed his Blissful Harmony Blade Intent, regardless of what was in front of him or what kind of technique it was, he simply cleaved it in two with one strike, rendering it unable to cause any more trouble.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with determination, and slashed down with his sword.

It has not yet been completely cut down.

A light appeared before my eyes.

Like a shooting star streaking across the sky, its silvery white surface shimmered with seven colors, evoking a sense of wonder and a desire to immerse oneself in its beauty forever.

I could almost hear a gust of wind and a clap of thunder.

"puff……"

A bloody hole first appeared between the eyebrows of the Old Demon Lianhua, and the next moment, with a bang, his forehead exploded.

Fragments of flesh exploded, flying backward in a fan shape, rustling the trees.

The headless, thin body paused briefly in the air before softly falling into the mud and grass without stirring up a speck of dust.

Lu Wubing gave a cold, indifferent chuckle.

"If you had run away as soon as we met, I really wouldn't have been able to catch you. Unfortunately, you misjudged the situation."

No matter how powerful his Vast Ocean Inner Strength was, he had only opened up fourteen meridians, and his inner strength could only be released three feet outward.

Compared to the Old Demon Lianhua's ever-present ten-foot-long sword energy, it was like a firefly compared to the bright moon, utterly insignificant.

At this point, to defeat the enemy, it is necessary to get close.

The only move that can achieve such a long distance is the [Heavenless Style].

It can attack, but it poses little threat; it merely stirs up the void, condenses energy into form, and serves as a disturbance.

This is the limit of what he can achieve at this stage.

This led the Old Demon Lianhua to conclude that he was all show and no substance, only good for intimidating people, and not actually very powerful. Enraged, he lost his mind and wanted to retaliate.

result.

That's a huge mistake.

Not to mention that Lu Wubing suddenly had a feeling and comprehended a trace of the [Dark Abyss] sword intent.

Take the [Flowing Light] sword intent for example... As long as someone gets close and falls within the range of the Flowing Light sword style's attack, the old demon's death is already sealed.

While both are martial arts intents, Lianhua Laomo's Yin-Yang Harmony Blade Intent focuses on the changes in Qi, with Yin and Yang mutually generating each other. The subtlety of these changes is indeed remarkable.

However, it's too slow compared to the Flowing Light Sword Intent.

He was so slow that Lu Wubing could thrust out three swords before he could even swing his knife once.

How could he possibly survive in that situation?

He looked up at Murong Tiangang.

The leader of the Four Gentlemen of Jiangnan was trembling all over, his teeth chattering. It was unclear whether this was due to the cold from Murong Qing's earlier sword strike or from sheer fear.

“Aunt, I was momentarily bewitched and my mind was corrupted by the old demon of the Hehuan Sect. All my previous actions were not from my own heart.”

Murong Tiangang knelt down with a thud and begged for mercy.

“I remember you used to call your aunt ‘lowly servant.’”

Lu Wubing chuckled.

"Brother Lu, please let me explain. What happened earlier was just a temporary measure, I wanted to..."

Murong Tiangang, eloquent in his arguments, was ready to continue.

"You still want to treat me like a fool?"

Lu Wubing scoffed and stopped listening to his nonsense.

With a swift movement and a flash of sword light, Murong Tiangang's head flew into the air.

Murong Tiangang was injured by Murong Qing's desperate Xuanbing Sword attack, which damaged his meridians. He was already struggling to move, and now he had no power to resist at all. He was killed on the spot.

Xue Yu and Tong Sihai, the two family retainers, didn't even bother to ride their horses. They turned and fled, plunging headlong into the old forest.

But with their lightness skills, how could they possibly escape Lu Wubing's pursuit?

With just a few flashes, he caught up and killed the two men with a single sword strike.

Then, it's just routine.

If you kill someone and don't search the body, it's like you haven't killed anyone at all; it makes you feel uncomfortable all over.

Despite Murong Tiangang's magnificent attire and exquisite swords, his pockets were completely empty. He had neither martial arts manuals nor gold or silver.

Bah, you poor wretch.

The two guards had even more gold leaves than he did.

However, the Old Demon Lianhua gave Lu Wubing a pleasant surprise.

Besides several medicine bottles and gold and silver items, there was also a fine porcelain snuff bottle with blue and white decorations, as white as jade, inside the bag.

On the teapot, which is about the size of two fingers, are exquisitely painted images of naked men and women, using some unknown technique.

Good guy.

'This is actually an erotic painting, no, it's a painting of Shuangxiu Jiaoran's true intentions, and it even has a title, it's so long...'

After listening carefully, Lu Wubing realized that this was a true inheritance called the "Heaven and Earth Yin Yang Bliss Everlasting Spring Technique," which could extract yin and nourish yang, and cultivate yin and yang through frost.

No wonder that old demon Lianhua kept talking about furnaces and cauldrons.

Thinking back to the old demon's appearance, although he looked fierce, he was not old at all. He was eighty or ninety years old, but he looked like he was under thirty. If it weren't for his old-fashioned way of speaking, no one would have thought he was an old man.

It seems that this must be the effect of the Blissful Longevity Exercise.

'The name of the cultivation method and its practice methods lean towards demonic practices, but the underlying principle is orthodox Taoism, emphasizing the mutual complement and transformation of Yin and Yang, and the mutual advancement of practitioners.'

Lu Wubing only needed a little experience to understand that whether this skill involved inhaling or exhaling, replenishing or depleting, depended entirely on the practitioner's intention.

Most importantly, it contains forty-nine exquisite techniques.

Even Lu Wubing, who had been exposed to adult films in his previous life, was amazed.

Because he felt that some of the movements were completely beyond the capabilities of the human body.

Of course, given his current physical transformation, he could give it a try.

Just as he was thinking about it, Lu Wubing suddenly felt a slight heat on his face. He turned around and saw Murong Qing staring blankly at him.

"Fairy of Love, you don't blame me for killing your nephew, do you?"

Lu Wubing felt a pang of pity as he saw that the woman was soaking wet, with strands of hair hanging down and sticking to her cheeks and neck, exuding a tragic beauty, and the vitality in her body was slowly dissipating.

"Don't call me 'Fairy of Love' like those boring adults. They call me respectfully, but who knows what they're really thinking?" Murong Qing's eyes flickered, she rolled her eyes at Lu Wubing, and then said:

"Actually, I also had a younger brother back then, who was just as handsome as you, with equally extraordinary talent, and his cultivation progressed much faster than mine. However, not long after he became my adoptive father's disciple, he died in battle at White Stone Beach in the Western Territory..."

When the past was brought up, Murong Qing showed no sadness whatsoever; instead, she seemed somewhat relieved.

A delicate face, slightly broken, concealed a deep-seated coldness that gradually faded, her cheeks turning an unnatural crimson, as if flames were about to rise: "Call me sister. To meet a young hero like you at the last moment of my life is truly the greatest fortune of my life..."

As for the Murong family, I'll leave them be. I've repaid their kindness in saving my life and teaching me their skills with half a lifetime of hard work; that's a fitting end to what I started.

As for Murong Tiangang, he's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Even if you don't kill him, I will. It's just a pity, Brother Lu, you were born too late. If only I could have met you ten years earlier..."

"Stop, stop..."

Lu Wubing quickly interrupted.

"The formidable enemy has been eliminated, but why does this sound like a dying wish? It's ominous, Sister Qing..."

Lu Wubing abruptly stopped speaking, realizing that the way he addressed her seemed a bit too cheesy. He then noticed the strange smile on Murong Qing's face and quickly changed his tone: "Sister Murong, have you forgotten? I once boasted to you on the mountain. Actually, it wasn't boasting. I don't know if the dead can be brought back to life, but you're not dead yet, are you?"

"You might as well call me Sister Qing."

The moment Murong Qing heard the title "Big Sister Murong," she got goosebumps all over her body, as if she had aged ten years.

She could no longer stand on her own two feet, her eyes lost their light, and she forced herself to ask, "Why did you save me? We've only met by chance and have no connection whatsoever."

At this point, the most correct thing to do is to destroy the evidence and kill all the witnesses.

In this way, no one will ever know that Murong Tiangang died at the foot of Tianxing Peak, thus eliminating any future troubles…

Lu Wubing caught her.

With the Laogong acupoints of both hands facing each other, a continuous flow of vitality poured into Murong Qing's body, soaring upwards along the meridians and reaching directly to her heart.

"The main reason is that Sister Murong and my master's wife have known each other for over ten years and have a very close relationship. If I encountered someone in need, I would help if I could; the idea of ​​a doctor having a parent's heart is secondary. If my master's wife knew that I would let someone die, she would definitely be very upset..."

Lu Wubing spoke slowly.

He actually knew that, according to the conventions of the martial arts world, ignoring Murong Qing's life or death was the safest option at this time.

It would be difficult for the Murong family to suspect them.

Even if it's just wild speculation without any real evidence, it doesn't warrant going to their door.

However, Lu Wubing, who had been eavesdropping, had figured out one thing: the Murong family was not actually a monolithic entity; it was divided into a pro-war faction and a pro-peace faction.

The patriarch Murong Longcheng and his son Murong Tiangang, among others, were ambitious and wanted to join the Northern Zhou, hoping to profit from the chaos.

Some sought to gain favor by supporting the emperor, while others wanted to take advantage of the chaos and establish themselves as kings...

However, some elders in Murong Qing's faction wanted to stay out of it, protect themselves, and not participate in the struggle for hegemony between the two countries.

However, Murong Qing had cultivated and controlled countless resources within the Murong family over many years…

If the Murong family wants to do something, they can't get around her no matter what.

The two sides are naturally hostile.

Especially after what happened today, it will be very difficult for Murong Longcheng to do anything.

Therefore, the living Murong Qing was far better off than the dead Murong Qing.

They were able to keep the Murong family firmly under their control...

On a larger scale, it could help Da Li eliminate a potential enemy.

On a smaller scale, it would also allow Lu Wubing to have no worries and prevent the head of the Murong family from focusing all his attention and energy on him.

"Are you just worried about your master's wife being sad? No, Brother Wubing, you definitely can't bear to see me die."

As a powerful vitality was injected into it.

Lu Wubing was surprised to find that the other person's body was getting hotter and hotter, but his chest was getting colder and colder. Ice crystals re-formed on his chest clothes, and his breathing became weaker.

"what!"

Lu Wubing frowned.

Without regard for propriety, he picked up Murong Qing's soft body, went straight into the tent, placed her on the bed, and took out six golden needles.

He mumbled some incoherent words of comfort: "Okay, I just can't bear to see you die."

Sister Murong, this land is vast and beautiful, and life is still long.

You have endless delicacies and boundless wealth. But once you die, you're just a pile of bones, destined to turn to dust and know nothing. You'd better pull yourself together…”

Lu Wubing thought about it for a moment and then understood.

th.

For some unknown reason, Murong Qing was physically and mentally injured and was now on her deathbed.

A broken heart would have been bad enough, but she seemed to have already considered herself dead and just wanted to sleep forever.

Her bodily functions gradually ceased, and her own vitality could not revitalize the life force within her.

With Murong Qing's cultivation level, he could reach the first-grade realm in a short period of time when he unleashed his full power.

Although she failed to comprehend martial intent and her divine intent did not meet the standard, her spiritual strength was not weak.

This kind of mental strength, once you tell yourself that death is good, then you really will die.

Life force poured in, then dissipated. Murong Qing's body was like a leaky bottle, unable to hold its breath, and slowly drifted towards annihilation.

"Therefore, we have no choice but to use the [Six Yang Life-Stealing Needles]."

Lu Wubing's acupuncture point identification was remarkably accurate. He infused the six golden needles with powerful life force, and they fell away with a single stroke.

Even though he was wearing clothes, he couldn't completely block the slight flow of qi and blood that he could sense and pinpoint the acupoints.

puff……

Lu Wubing was dumbfounded, looking at the golden needle in his hand that had bent into an arc shape but hadn't pierced through.

The palace attire did not hinder her at all; there was an inner layer that covered her completely.

"My bodice is woven from celestial silkworm silk, capable of withstanding divine weapons. You can't pierce it unless you use your full strength..."

Murong Qing's face, though not knowing when, had gradually lost its crimson hue, revealing a faint pink hue.

Her breath carried a faint sweet fragrance, and she seemed a little more energetic. She said softly, "Why don't you take off your bodice? Isn't it said that doctors don't distinguish between men and women?"

"Offended."

Lu Wubing readily agreed, and he noticed that just a moment ago, Murong Qing's will to die had slowed down, and she seemed to have regained some vitality.

Without wasting any time, he reached out to remove the restraints, tossed aside the soft, cloud-like garment, and then began to identify the acupoints.

The acupoints are too pale; they're hard to distinguish even when you're shaking them.

Having no other option, Lu Wubing had to grope around to pinpoint the location and accurately identify the acupoints.

The six golden needles converged with gentle vitality, their energy intertwining to form a bridge, creating a wondrous diagram. Within Murong Qing's energy channels, they vaguely formed the character "形" (shape).

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(End of this chapter)