In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 514 Seemingly Trapped in a Dead End
While observing the battle below, Mei Jiangxue turned to Gu Shaoan and asked, "Senior brother, which do you think is stronger, Miss Shang's sonic martial arts or Senior Sister Huang's 'Tianlong Eight Sounds'?"

Inside the room, Gu Shaoan, who was still sitting steadily at the table, smiled lightly and said in response to Mei Jiangxue's question: "Miss Shang is using the 'Qin Xin Jue'. Although it is also a superior sound-based martial art, the 'Qin Xin Jue' is not mainly about killing, but rather takes into account many aspects. It can use the sound of the zither to heal people and cure diseases, and it can also be used to fight enemies."

"But because it spreads its benefits too evenly and takes too many things into account, it is far inferior to the 'Tianlong Eight Sounds' in terms of attack and power."

Finally, Gu Shaoan changed the subject, saying, "Your current Emei Sword Manual has reached the level of transforming form into meaning. If you want to achieve the goal of transforming the domain with meaning, it is not something that can be achieved by simple hard work. It requires an improvement in your state of mind and a broadening of your horizons. Moreover, sound-based martial arts are somewhat different from ordinary martial arts. As a martial artist, you should naturally come into contact with them."

"The people in Shangxiu Pavilion are skilled in music, so in addition to the transaction with Miss Shang, I will also ask Miss Shang to arrange for someone to teach you some music theory in the coming period so that you can practice the 'Azure Sea Tide Song' later."

Upon hearing this, Mei Jiangxue nodded in acknowledgment.

Mei Jiangxue would have no objections to anything Gu Shaoan said regarding cultivation.

Whether it's Zhou Zhiruo or Yang Yan, it's the same.

Even before she left home, the nun gave her the same instructions.

The two chatted casually, but Shang Xiufang and Zhou Shuxian, who were fighting below, were not as relaxed as Gu Shaoan and Mei Jiangxue.

The lingering, cold energy within Zhou Shuxian's body has prevented her injuries from healing for years, while Yuwen Bo's "Ice Profound Energy" is also of the cold attribute.

Each time Yuwen Bo's icy, bone-chilling internal energy invaded her meridians, it was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan, instantly igniting the already restless, yin-cold energy within her body, thus aggravating her injuries.

Not to mention that Zhou Shuxian's strength was not as good as Yuwen Bo's.

After only a few dozen moves, Zhou Shuxian had almost no ability to fight back and could only barely defend herself.

Just then, Zhou Shuxian raised her palm again to meet Yuwen Bo's fist.

The dull thud of fists striking palms was like a heavy hammer striking a drum, causing ripples to spread through the air.

The difference in strength was already like a chasm, and coupled with her injuries that were both internal and external, she could no longer suppress the surging blood and qi and the fierce conflict between the two cold energies in her body after this move. A mouthful of dark red blood suddenly spurted out, turning into a mournful blood mist in the cold air. Instantly, it was frozen into tiny ice crystals by the cold air brought up by Yuwen Bo's fist wind, and fell down in a rustling sound.

In an instant, Zhou Shuxian's withered face turned as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and her lips turned an eerie bluish-purple.

The circulation of her internal energy became extremely difficult, as if it were struggling to flow in a frozen riverbed, with each movement accompanied by excruciating pain as if her meridians were being torn apart.

The old wound was completely aggravated, and the internal organs felt as if they were being pierced by countless ice needles, or frozen stiff by ice, and life was rapidly slipping away.

At this point, Zhou Shuxian was at her last gasp.

Hearing the sound, Shang Xiufang, who was fighting Yuwen Shiji, quickly turned her head to look at Zhou Shuxian.

When Shang Xiufang saw Zhou Shuxian vomiting blood and in such a terrible state, she immediately turned pale.

"Grandma Zhou!"

Not only Shang Xiufang, but also the people from Xiufang Pavilion around her changed their expressions upon seeing Zhou Shuxian injured.

"Protect Elder Zhou! Protect Miss!"

"Let's fight those treacherous dogs from the Yuwen family!"

It's unclear who first roared out, but in the next instant, dozens of people from Shangxiu Pavilion simultaneously used their lightness skills to move, some heading towards Zhou Shuxian, and others rushing towards Yuwen Bo.

But how could Yuwen Bo, the second-best expert in the Yuwen family, be dealt with by Shang Xiuge and others who had only learned some ordinary martial arts and whose own strength was ordinary?
Upon noticing this scene, Shang Xiufang, whose mind was already affected by Zhou Shuxian's injury, could no longer remain calm and hurriedly shouted, "Don't go!"

However, in Yuwen Bo's eyes, their actions were no different from moths flying into a flame.

"Hmph! Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

After a cold snort filled with contempt and ruthlessness, Yuwen Bo casually raised his left arm, his wide sleeves fluttering without wind. With his five fingers together, he slapped out a palm at the surging crowd from Shangxiu Pavilion.

"Whoo~"

In an instant, a powerful, condensed, and chilling blue-white aura, mixed with the palm wind, erupted from his outstretched hand like an invisible giant ice fan.

The condensed qi was so solid that it spread rapidly in a fan shape in all directions. Wherever it passed, the air was instantly frozen, making a teeth-grinding "crack" sound, and countless fine ice crystals were formed.

The blue and white fan-shaped aura was like a torrent of ice bursting its banks, or a howling polar storm. Its coverage was extremely wide, and its speed was astonishing. In an instant, it met the Shangxiu Pavilion group who rushed towards them.

Upon seeing this scene, Shang Xiufang's eyes narrowed sharply.

However, the situation in a martial arts contest can change in an instant.

Not to mention someone like Shang Xiufang, who is distracted by observing other places during the battle.

Just as Shang Xiufang's attention was drawn away by the people from Shangxiu Pavilion and Zhou Shuxian, Yuwen Shiji, who had been temporarily unable to get close due to Shang Xiufang's sonic suppression, suddenly unleashed a vicious glint in his eyes.

As Yuwen Shiji slammed his foot on the deck, he shot out like a poisoned arrow, instantly tearing apart Shang Xiufang's front. Then, his right palm, like a knife, with gray true energy gathering at its edge, slashed towards Shang Xiufang's left shoulder!

"Sizzle!" The sound of the air being torn apart by the palm strike and the force of the energy was clearly audible!

Sensing something was wrong, Shang Xiufang hurriedly raised her hand and struck out with a palm.

In her hasty reaction, Shang Xiufang was a beat too slow. Just as she hurriedly came to her senses and noticed Yuwen Shiji's move, Yuwen Shiji's palm strike, carrying a sharp palm wind, was already only three zhang away from her.

At such close range, the wind was blowing the hair around Shang Xiufang's ears.

Shang Xiufang gritted her teeth, forcibly suppressing the panic and worry in her heart. As she frantically circulated her true energy, she quickly raised her left arm, and a layer of light golden true energy halo instantly condensed on her jade palm. At the critical moment, she met Yuwen Shiji's vicious palm strike.

"boom!"

The two palms collided, producing a sound that was not loud, but unusually muffled.

On one hand, there's taking advantage of someone's unpreparedness; on the other hand, there's a hasty response

The result can be imagined.

The moment their palms touched, Shang Xiufang felt an overwhelming force mixed with a bone-chilling cold energy, which instantly broke through her hastily gathered protective true essence like a cold venomous snake. After Shang Xiufang's palm was shaken off, Yuwen Shiji's palm blade landed on her left shoulder with the remaining force.

"Humph!"

Shang Xiufang let out a muffled groan, her delicate body trembling violently. She stumbled back several steps, her left arm instantly going numb and tingling.

Yuwen Shiji, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage. Taking advantage of Shang Xiufang's unsteady footing and disordered breathing, he followed her like a shadow and charged forward again.

As soon as he withdrew his right palm, his left claw shot out like lightning, its five fingers spread wide, the fingertips swirling with an even denser gray-white, chilling aura, accompanied by a venomous whistling sound as it viciously aimed straight for Shang Xiufang's snow-white, delicate neck.

This move was swift, accurate, and ruthless! The aim was to capture Shang Xiufang in one fell swoop and completely extinguish any resistance she might have.

Despite the excruciating pain in her left arm and the surging blood and qi within her body, Shang Xiufang tried to mobilize her dantian's true essence to condense protective qi, or to use her movement techniques to dodge.

However, just as she raised her true energy, an extremely strange, chilling, and sluggish feeling, like an invisible icy shackle, caused the speed of her true energy circulation to suddenly stop.

Even her right hand, which she was trying to raise, was slowed down by the sudden freezing of her true energy.

"Ice Profound Force's chilling poison?"

In a flash, Shang Xiufang instantly understood that the palm strike Yuwen Shiji had delivered to her left shoulder was not simply to injure the enemy, but more importantly, to inject the insidious and strange cold poison of the "Ice Profound Force" into her meridians, as if planting a deadly foreshadowing. Now, it suddenly erupted, locking down the circulation of her true energy!
Yuwen Shiji's hand, carrying a chilling aura, rapidly approached. However, due to the influence of the Xuanbing Qi within her body, Shang Xiufang had no time to defend herself and could only watch helplessly as Yuwen Shiji's claw drew closer and closer to her neck.

Shangxiu Pavilion, today, seems to be trapped in a desperate situation.

at the same time.

On the other side of the deck, as Yuwen Bo's palm struck out, the icy wind he generated was about to sweep towards the Shangxiu Pavilion women who were rushing towards him. Zhou Shuxian's eyes were bloodshot as she tried her best to activate her own internal energy. However, the Xuanbing energy in her body and her injuries made the circulation of her internal energy extremely slow. She could only watch as the blue and white, bone-chilling energy carrying the force of the palm surged towards the Shangxiu Pavilion women.

However, just as Yuwen Bo's palm strike was about to land on the women of Shangxiu Pavilion, an indescribable and unique energy silently appeared on the deck.

This powerful energy seemed to appear out of thin air, without any visible form.

The instant these energies appeared, Yuwen Bo was shocked to find that the force of his palm strike, along with the Xuanbing energy of his Xuanbing Jin, had been pulled into a swamp and instantly lost his control.

To the others, the blue and white energy that was about to strike the Shangxiu Pavilion group suddenly spun around in place.

Then, the surging cold current and the concentrated palm force dissipated, turning into a cool breeze under the moonlight.

The coldness and contempt on Yuwen Bo's face froze instantly.

"how is this possible?"

At the same time, on the other side of the deck, Yuwen Shiji's hand was only three inches away from Shang Xiufang's neck.

Before his hand could advance even half an inch further, an indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from the sky like Mount Tai pressing down.

In an instant, Yuwen Shiji felt as if he had been suddenly plunged into the deepest part of the ocean.

The terrifying force surging in from all directions was unimaginably heavy and almost solidified.

Furthermore, a powerful force forcibly enveloped his body, fixing him firmly in place.

He was like a flying insect frozen in amber, frozen in a pouncing, grabbing posture, suspended stiffly less than three feet in front of Shang Xiufang, unable to move, only his wide-open eyes filled with boundless fear and horror.

On the deck, time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Just then, a soft voice quietly rang out from the pavilion, then drifted lightly into the ears of everyone on the ship.

"Get lost!"

(End of this chapter)