Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 149 Shattering the Heavenly Palace, the Cycle of Reincarnation

"Senior sister, we found it."

A scream of pain suddenly came from the courtyard behind them.

With a muffled "bang," a section of the ground rose up, and shattered stone slabs exploded.

Three figures rushed out.

They were all dressed in sky-blue sword-wielding robes, holding a sword in one hand and one or two children in the other.

Lu Wubing turned his head and a flash of bloodlust appeared in his eyes.

Some of the children had their legs and arms bent like noodles, some had their eyes sewn shut... and one was a jar, with only a cute little head sticking out of the jar, big eyes rolling with tears.

"There are still many skeletons in the cave. Senior Sister, run quickly and go fetch the Young Master."

With another loud shout, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy's chest caved in slightly as he flew backward, spitting out blood.

The bearded man chasing after them brandished a mace and sneered, "You have a road to heaven but you choose to barge into hell..."

Upon seeing this, Wu Tianzhi's triangular eyes twitched wildly, a ruthless glint flashed across his face, and he shouted sharply, "Lotus Flower Fall! A formidable enemy is at our door; there is no chance of survival!"

He could feel a surge of madness and violence spreading like fire within him.

The courtyard was as oppressive as the deep, dark night before a storm, with an inexplicable atmosphere that made it hard for everyone to breathe.

Even though Wu Tianzhi had opened twenty-five meridians and stepped into the first-grade realm, he couldn't help but feel terrified, not knowing where the danger came from.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when, at the same moment the order was given, he saw the figure of the young man standing in front of him slowly disappear like a reflection in water.

Before they could even warn the bearded man who had sprung out of the cave to be careful, they saw the enormous head explode like a watermelon, and only then did they see a streak of light flash past their eyes.

'So fast.'

A muffled clap of thunder boomed.

Dozens of beggars surged out from all sides, clearly sensing something amiss. They simultaneously drew their iron rods and long knives from their waists, moving swiftly and rapidly, tapping the ground as they chanted incantations:
"Hitting the bamboo stick, the sound never stops..."

The four seasons, black and white, pass by in the blink of an eye.

Pangu separated heaven and earth, determining the clear and the turbid; Nuwa mended the sky, separating yin and yang.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors took turns sitting on the throne, and the order of heaven and earth spread their good name...

As thirty or forty people ran around knocking and singing, the atmosphere in the courtyard changed, as if countless ropes were closing in on the place where they stood.

"It's a bit famous."

Amidst the strange energy sensing, Lu Wubing first shot out two silver needles, infusing them with life force into the body of the injured Jingxin Hall disciple in the chest, and then swung his sword horizontally in a backhand strike.

puff……

A ragged man was stabbing someone with a sharp iron rod, and the man felt a sharp pain in his chest and was sent flying backward.

He landed with a tumble, then stood up again with a fanatical look in his eyes, surprisingly unharmed. Beside him, three others groaned simultaneously, blood seeping from their chests.

It can actually share the damage.

"Heh heh, you little brat, how could you understand the power of my Beggars' Sect's Lotus Fall Formation? When the two spirits are in harmony, their energy pierces the sun and moon, and there is no end to their struggle..."

The four middle-aged beggars behind Wu Tianzhi moved and stood in four directions, like streams merging into a lake, completely inconspicuous. The swirling formation's energy became much stronger again.

Ouyang Lan and Lin Wenjing also retreated, cautiously watching the spikes and long knives coming from all directions.

"If you dare to cause trouble at my Beggars' Sect branch, I'll cut off your head and use it as a drinking vessel to invite Sect Leader Ouyang for a drink."

Wu Tianzhi laughed wildly.

In his view, they were just a few juniors.

Especially the so-called young sect leader, although he is famous, he is only within the Tianxing Sect, and he has never seen much of the world.
One's swordsmanship may be strange and unusual, and even one can fall into its trap unintentionally.

But if a real fight breaks out, it's nothing special.

"I see."

Lu Wubing forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.

A wave of violent energy surged through his mind like a tidal wave, almost breaking through his mental defenses, but he wasn't in a hurry at all.

The Yuanling Sword Technique is like that; once you've seen it, it's like a maggot clinging to your bone—you can't forget it, and you can't stop practicing it.

As long as there is still fighting and killing, this thing will naturally continue to operate.

Either suppress it completely.

Or their spirits would be shattered, and they would be transformed into something other than human.

However, although this evil sword technique is impossible to shake off, it is not without its advantages.

After continuously slaying enemies recently, especially after ruthlessly killing Lianhua Laomo, Murong Tiangang, as well as experts such as Li Changsheng, Fu Zhongtang, and Xuan Yin Qiangu, his spiritual power has grown wildly, like an inflating balloon.

This caused his sword intent to take a giant leap from the initial stage of the [Yin Deficiency Realm] towards the [Yang Solid Realm]...

We have already covered one-third of the distance.

The sword intent was so strong that it could sense the fluctuations in the opponent's heart and the flow and condensation of Wu Tianzhi's internal energy.

They could even sense the essence of this [Lotus Fall] formation.

Using the body to bewitch the spirit, using form to confuse the eyes, deflecting force and redirecting it, yin and yang in motion...

No wonder Ge Yun, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, is also known as Immortal Ge. He earned the formidable reputation of "King of the One-Armed Staff" with only one arm; he truly has an almost otherworldly air about him.

The things that have been passed down are extremely magical.

It just so happens that it has given me some inspiration for my newly created "Three Talents Sword Formation".

However, once you understand it, it's just that simple.

It's simply a matter of finding the hub and breaking through the transit points...

There's no need to use superb swordsmanship to deceive others, nor is there any need to join forces with these thirty or forty people to fight.

Facing the onslaught of blades and clubs from all sides, he said indifferently, "Senior Sister Xiaolan, Seventh Senior Sister, you should be able to conclude that this is a den of evil, right? To kill without warning is cruelty; surely killing them all wouldn't be unjust?"

“Killing and harming children deserves a thousand deaths to atone for it.”

“The Mingyang branch has been entrenched in the city for many years, harming countless people. Even if Master were here, he would not show mercy and would kill them all to restore peace to Mingyang.”

The two senior female students were so angry that they were trembling all over.

"Well."

Lu Wubing suddenly drew his sword.

The sword cuts through the void.

"I sentence you all to death."

This sword strike was silent, without a sound, without light, and without shadow.

In the courtyard, it seemed as if a breeze had suddenly arisen...

A thousand shrill cries suddenly rang out, their origins and destinations unknown.

Thirty or forty people chanted the Lotus Ballad at the same time, but their mouths were open and no sound could be heard at all.

Their rapid running steps became erratic, and as they ran, they suddenly collapsed and stopped breathing.

When Lu Wubing withdrew his sword and pointed it diagonally to his side, a group of people had already fallen to the ground around him...

Dozens of corpses formed a lotus shape, which then turned into an inverted circle.

With a single strike, even the four middle-aged beggars who had come with Wu Tianzhi were not spared.

He only held on for half a breath longer before his eyes rolled back and he fell backward.

"Without a leader, the world will be blessed!"

"With a sword in one's heart, one can cleave heaven and earth and protect the lives of the common people."

Lu Wubing sighed, feeling neither sorrow nor joy.

At this moment, amidst surging emotions and a breakthrough in spirit, I am experiencing a significant milestone.

He finally understood how to use the eighth sword of the Eight Swords of Subduing Dragons, "Leaderless Dragons".

Where the heart leads, the sword brings no life.

This sword strike is a sword of the heart.

Indiscriminate attacks within a radius of five zhang.

Anyone who harbors murderous intent or malice towards him will have their spiritual flame extinguished by the return strike of this sword of the heart.

They will fall into the deepest hell.

When Wu Tianzhi saw this scene, his eyes were filled with fear.

He didn't notice that blood was flowing from his nose and the corners of his eyes; he only felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, and saw many stars in front of his eyes.

I just felt like I was slashed by a sword, but I don't know where the sword came from.

I don't know why I feel my mind is in a mess, and I feel weak and tired.

It looked like he hadn't slept for three days and three nights.

He shook his head, forcing himself to stay alert, knowing that his opponent's methods were truly sophisticated, beyond his comprehension. Further entanglement today would likely only lead to dire consequences.

He took half a step forward, turned his body, flipped upside down, and leaped five zhang away like a nimble ape.

He looked down at the streak of light that flashed past him.

While filled with doubts, I was on high alert.

They were clearly prepared to flee at any moment.

"Sword Intent?"

As Wu Tianzhi blurted out, he shook his head and said, "No, if you rely solely on sword intent to break through the formation and kill people, you can only kill them one by one. It is impossible to attack everyone's mind at the same time."

Sword intent seeks unwavering unity; when the spirit is concentrated, its power is unparalleled, but when dispersed, it is nothing at all.

The scene before them was as mysterious as a myth: a single sword strike cleaved through the air, annihilating everyone around him.

What kind of swordsmanship is this? I've never even heard of it, let alone seen it before.

"You don't need to understand what kind of sword technique this is. Just know that if you don't use your trump card, you're going to die."

As Lu Wubing sensed the fierce aura surrounding him, an invisible and transparent primordial flame flowed into his sea of ​​consciousness like countless streams flowing into the ocean, into that extremely hidden place. It felt as if something was growing freely in his mind.

His expression grew increasingly indifferent; he looked at Wu Tianzhi as if he were a dead man.

"If you can withstand my move, I will retreat from now on. Wherever you, Lu Wubing, are, I will never set foot again."

Wu Tianzhi's gaze turned serious, a rare occurrence.

He took a deep breath, and his emaciated body swelled up, his gray hair suddenly bursting out like a swarm of snakes dancing wildly.

A strong wind swirled around him, and his eyes turned completely bloodshot.

"Take my baton."

The old beggar stomped his foot heavily, causing the muddy ground to sink three zhang deep. His figure shot into the air like a cannonball, tumbling and tumbling before being brought down with a blow from his stick.

Lu Wubing's vision blurred, and in his daze, he seemed to see a ferocious ape with flames and golden light in its eyes, wielding a giant club that could support the sky and strike down.

The sky and the ground collapsed layer by layer, and the wind howled all around. Only the stick head, as heavy as a mountain, slammed down on his head.

This strike appeared slow but was actually very fast.

Before the staff is thrown, immense force locks in all directions, making it impossible for anyone to dodge or avoid; they can only take the blow head-on.

"It's the Nine Heavenly Staffs [Shattering the Heavenly Firmament]..."

The voice of Senior Sister Xiaolan, not far behind, was as if it were separated by mountains, and it was difficult to hear clearly.

All I could hear was the sharp whistling of a club.

'Indeed, one should not underestimate the world's most extraordinary martial arts.'

Lu Wubing originally thought that the swordsmanship of the Tianxing Sect could be considered to encompass all the top techniques in the world, reaching the pinnacle in every aspect. He believed that by learning just one technique or one swordsmanship, one could comprehend all kinds of techniques.

But then I realized that I had been a bit too arrogant after all.

At least, this staff technique was somewhat beyond his comprehension.

Despite not having grasped the true meaning of martial arts, the old beggar hadn't even touched the edge of the Innate Realm.

But he actually delivered a strike at the innate level.

Even the sect leader would have to deflect and neutralize the force of this blow to avoid another attack.

Very unreasonable.

Such thoughts crossed my mind.

A surge of sharpness also rose within Lu Wubing.

With a flick of his wrist, his blood and qi surged, his bones and muscles crackled and boomed, and his internal energy responded with such force that the sword seemed to be dragging a thousand-foot mountain in front of him.

【The Eight Swords of Subduing Dragon】 - 【The River-Blocking Style】

This move can block mountains and rivers, and stop everything in the sea; it can block all things, both tangible and intangible. When the sword is in place, it is perfectly round and unbreakable.

Wu Tianzhi brought his staff down, but for some reason, the angle was off and it struck the sword hard.

Lu Wubing slightly bent the long sword in his hand, his body arched into a semi-circle, and with a hiss, he slid back seven steps, leaving a trail of white smoke.

Wu Tianzhi's body buzzed, splattering hundreds of fine blood mists, his skin cracking like countless spider silk threads.

His face contorted as he struck down with the stick again.

Using the same move and swinging the stick with all his might, dozens more strands of his hair had quietly turned white.

boom……

This time, deep cracks appeared on the ground beneath Lu Wubing's feet, and his muscles, bones, and skin were in excruciating pain, clearly indicating that some small wounds had been torn open.

But it doesn't matter, the vitality within my body surges like waves, flowing to every part of my body.

He only took three steps back before regaining his footing, and sneered, "If you hit me ten more times, you can kill me."

Wu Tianzhi, who was spitting out blood due to the force of the recoil in mid-air, finally showed a look of despair in his eyes.

Even the move "Shattering the Heavenly Palace," personally taught by the gang leader, couldn't kill the opponent.

What kind of monster is this?

"escape."

At that moment, he felt numb all over and his qi was not flowing smoothly. He knew that all his internal organs were seriously injured.

Suppressing his inner energy, he circulated it through his twenty-five meridians, his body flipping and tumbling in the air like a nimble ape, about to escape.

On light-footed skills.

He believed he was second to none.

"They hit me twice with a stick, now it's my turn."

Lu Wubing pulled the long sword in front of his chest to the left.

The sky looked like a pitch-black funnel.

Wu Tianzhi, who had just leaped into the air, was horrified to find that instead of leaping backward, he was falling downward like a mosquito caught in a spider web.

A glimmer of light appeared in his eyes again.

"Do not……"

Wu Tianzhi only managed to utter half a shout.

A small bloodstain appeared between his eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, the pale head exploded into blood and bone.

The sound of swords whistling and thunderous roars finally reached everyone's ears...

"Junior brother, are you okay?"

Ouyang Lan, Lin Wenjing, and the others were hit by a strong wind and lost their footing, retreating more than ten feet before they regained their balance.

Seeing Wu Tianzhi killed by a single sword strike, the two rushed forward.

That blow was truly fierce and unstoppable.

They thought to themselves, if it were them...

He would have been smashed into mincemeat long ago.

"It's alright. This person's cultivation level is acceptable. Although his staff technique is strong, he hasn't grasped the essence. He can't unleash his true meaning, so he's still lacking in skill and can't hurt me."

Lu Wubing shook his head and laughed, "If I didn't want to see what powerful moves he had, I would have killed this demon with a single sword strike long ago. But where does this staff technique come from? How can it be so powerful..."

"It is the unique divine skill of the One-Armed Staff King, Ge Xianweng, called the Nine Staffs of Sky-Supporting, a top-tier inheritance in the world."

The venerable Elder Ge was a hero throughout his life, known for his chivalry and righteousness, and was renowned throughout the land, deeply loved by the martial arts world. Yet, unexpectedly, such a depraved and ruthless individual appeared among his ranks.

I wonder how heartbroken he will be when he finds out about this?

Ouyang Lan's face was very ugly. While calling on the Tianxing Sect disciples who had rushed over to clean up the cave and rescue people, she quietly explained.

He knew that his junior brother was a self-taught martial artist who had previously been a spoiled brat in Jiangzhou City. He actually knew very little about famous figures in the martial arts world or their extraordinary skills.

I've been brushing up on a lot of common sense lately.

However, it is still not comprehensive enough.

Coincidentally, Ouyang Lan had been a know-it-all since childhood. While having fun, she never forgot to ask about gossip, and her fellow disciples also liked to talk to her about it.

Therefore, I know a little bit about everything.

At this moment, she transformed into Teacher Xiao Lan, her little mouth never stopping, giving a brief account of the origins and heritage of the Beggars' Sect.

"When the Beggars' Sect was first established, it was because Chief Ge wanted to provide a chance for survival for the poor people in the world who were starving."

Killing corrupt officials, eliminating lecherous thieves, resisting the Western barbarians, and clearing out bandits—which of these world-renowned events did not involve the heroes of the Beggars' Sect?

Back then, the Beggars' Sect was at the forefront of helping those in distress and rescuing the poor. So much so that even common people spread the sect's good name.

Later, as their reputation grew and they became the number one gang in the world, more and more people joined, and the situation became somewhat out of control.

Lin Wenjing added from the side, "Perhaps it's because he was seriously injured in the battle with [Dragon King] Yuwen Cang in the Dead Forest back then, and has rarely been involved in gang affairs in recent years. The hundreds of thousands of Beggars' Clan disciples under him have lost their discipline and become corrupt and filthy."

Of course, it could also be because some people's nature has changed. That's human nature; once someone is in a high position and wields the power of life and death, they will change.

Lin Wenjing glanced at Wu Tianzhi's headless body, pointed, and said, "For someone like him to be taught one move from the Nine Heavenly Staffs, 'Shattering the Spirit Sky,' he must have been an extraordinary hero in his prime, accomplishing many things worthy of praise. That's why Elder Ge was so generous in bestowing this unique skill upon him. It's a pity..."

Lu Wubing understood.

Elder Wu Tianzhi of the Nine Bags must be very prestigious in the martial arts world.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been invited to the mountain as a distinguished guest during the Three Lineages Grand Competition of the Tianxing Sect.

If he were truly a heretic from beginning to end, Master Ouyang Zheng wouldn't have been so unable to distinguish right from wrong and invited him to the mountain.

"What is the title 'King of the Stick'? Yuwen Cang is known as the 'Dragon King,' but is he a member of the Northern Zhou royal family?"

"This king is not that king. It is not an imperial title, but a respectful term used in the martial arts world to refer to a top master who has reached the limit of innate talent and is suspected to be a grandmaster."

During the battle to eliminate the demons in Tianxing, the sect leader of the Samsara Sect, the Wheel King, was awe-inspiring. When he made his move, he was known as the "Yin-Yang Wheel Revolves, All Beings Reincarnate," and his "Samsara Seal" defeated all the masters in the world.

If it weren't for our Heavenly Star Sect's third-generation patriarch, the [Sword King of Heaven] Luo, who turned the tide and caused them to both suffer heavy losses, the dynasty would probably have changed hands long ago.

A strange look flashed in Ouyang Lan's eyes.

It was obvious that he had considered that after that battle, the Tianxing Sect began its decline, and there was really nothing worth mentioning.

Ji Jiufeng had the last laugh, and the Demonic Sect split into the Six Paths.

It can be said that the Tianxing Sect saved Dali and its people, but at its own expense.

Whether this is a loss or a gain, I don't know how to calculate it.
"Yuwen Cang was known as the Dragon King. He had the ambition to conquer the world. When the Demonic Sect caused trouble and attempted to assassinate him, he personally led his troops to attack the gate."

Blocked outside Tianlang Pass, they fought a fierce battle with Elder Ge, both of them seriously injured... Upon hearing the news of the Demonic Sect's split, they retreated and returned.

For the next thirty years, neither dynasty went to war... It can be said that our Heavenly Star Sect was a hero, and so was Immortal Ge...

Countless heroes died in battle outside Tianlang Pass.

The world may have long forgotten their names, but it will never forget their achievements.

"Just how many kings are there?" Lu Wubing roughly understood just how terrifying these king-level experts were.

It can determine the outcome of a war and the rise and fall of the world...

"Actually, there were only eight. The Eight Kings of Heaven and Earth suppressed the four directions, but we don't know how many are left now."

Anyway, Master Bi of the Ziyang Sect, after all his fuss, was actually trying to take two more steps and step into the King level.

At that time, the martial arts world of the South will naturally be unchallenged.

"Where is our ancestor, Master Hanhai?"

"That's a fairy..."

Ouyang Lan's mood suddenly improved.

Thinking that his junior brother had inherited the legacy of Patriarch Han Hai, and that his future was limitless, there was no need to worry about anything else.

"In the martial arts world, there were once rumors of 'one immortal, two Buddhas, three Venerables, and eight kings.' Who is still alive and who has died? Even my parents don't know."

Most of them are probably in seclusion, I'll tell you about it later... Hurry, this little girl is dying.

At this point, Ouyang Lan darted forward and scooped up a five- or six-year-old girl with a bluish-purple face, her eyes filled with anxiety.

The so-called "Eight Kings of Heaven and Earth" are, after all, a bit too far removed from my own life.

Although Lu Wubing was curious, he wouldn't listen to Senior Sister Xiaolan's stories at this time.

After busily rescuing seventy-four children, the overwhelming negative emotions in my heart were about to explode.

Even though he knew that the evil in people's hearts had always existed, he still couldn't understand why some people could be so evil.

I heard that when the barbarian generals of the Northern Zhou Dynasty led their troops into battle, they habitually did not carry provisions, but instead drove Han people across the mountains and fields as their vanguard.

During wartime, these civilians were made to fill ditches and surround the city... If the war was won, either the city would be massacred, or the civilians would be treated like pigs and dogs.

Even if we lose, it's not a big deal.

These Han Chinese who were driven away were the source of meat and food.

In their minds, the common people are not human beings, but rather "two-legged sheep," to be roasted, boiled, and prepared in all sorts of ways.

The Northern Zhou Dynasty was so brutal.

This is precisely why some scoundrels in the underworld will fight back with all their might when faced with matters of principle.

Although Dali was also incompetent and treated the people like pigs and dogs.

At least, at least there's some pig feed to eat.

In this world where everyone's worse off, no matter how awful I am, I don't want to become food for the barbarians of Northern Zhou.

"Check and see if these little guys still remember their families."

"Senior Brother Wan Jian, please arrange for a notice to be posted at the government office, stating that if any families have lost a child, they should come and claim them."

"The rest of those who couldn't find their families were all taken into Yanzitang and carefully cared for..."

Lu Wubing had a slight sweat on his forehead after treating the last child with the broken arm using the Life Force technique.

He then used clamps to bind the severed hands and arms before looking heavily at the little girl in the jar.

“This little guy, come home with me… We can’t break the jar for now, let him rest and recover properly, I’ll figure something out.”

Lu Wubing let out a long breath, a flash of bloodlust in his eyes that disappeared in an instant.

He was starting to feel an urge to kill again.

He looked away, not wanting to see Ouyang Lan and Lin Wenjing anymore. He discovered that his nose seemed to have mutated, and he could smell the strange, strong fragrance emanating from the two of them.

It's not a physical fragrance, but rather a deep-seated craving to devour.

Grass……

This sword technique is terrible.

Lu Wubing, carrying the jar and with his arms covered by a black cloth, walked towards the Lu family with slightly heavy steps.

"Senior sister, after you've finished dealing with things, please return to the mountain as soon as possible. There are many matters to attend to on the mountain, and Master and Mistress are probably waiting for news."

"Also, give me this silk scroll. Let's see if it can help me recreate the moves?"

A silk painting was found in Wu Tianzhi's arms.

Lu Wubing was initially pleased, but after examining it closely, he was greatly disappointed.

The silk scroll only depicts the moves, specifically the move "Shattering the Heavenly Sky," but it lacks the true meaning, thus diminishing its value considerably.

However, it did help me in some way after all.

It can also be broken down into its own simple stick techniques.

Whether passed down to disciples or family members, it is very useful.

Let's leave these trivial matters aside for now.

After killing Wu Tianzhi, the Yuanling Sword Technique suddenly opened the fifth hidden acupoint of the [Devouring Heaven] Divine Meridian, "Scent of Fragrance".

Once this ability is unlocked, one can not only "smell" strange scents, but also feel as if something is growing in one's brain.

He dared not delay any longer.

He instructed a disciple to invite Shen Xinzhu.

I must study the playing techniques carefully and take [Azure Sky Chant] a step or two further... My mind seems to be unable to suppress this evil intent.

……

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)