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Chapter 350 Are you a human or a ghost?
The South Sea Crocodile God and Yun Zhonghe then realized that the brief pause just now was the opponent's Profound Realm field!

And it's not just the initial stage of understanding the profound!

Suppressing the field is something that someone just entering the Profound Realm cannot do; one must at least be close to the middle stage of the Profound Realm to achieve it.

Gu Yu held the child and gently patted the baby's back to soothe the frightened little one.

Chen Zhan looked at Ye Erniang's corpse, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only icy coldness.

Ye Erniang harms one child every day. Over the years, she has killed and maimed countless innocent children, and her hands are stained with blood.

Even the heinous crimes cannot be described.

In his view, the person who deserved to die the most in this world was Ye Erniang. More than ten years ago, when he was traveling around the world, Ye Erniang had not yet started slaughtering infants.

However, out of Buddhist compassion, someone like Ye Erniang can eventually cleanse her sins and reunite with her family.

Yes, Buddha is indeed compassionate.

If we were to find someone more deserving of death than Ye Erniang, it would be the person who knew the reasons behind Ye Erniang's killings and was even the culprit who caused all of this.

Everyone present was completely stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Duan Yanqing's face was so gloomy it could drip water. One of the Four Evils had been killed right under his nose; it was a blatant slap in the face.

Chen Zhan slowly stepped forward and took the child from Gu Yu's arms.

The little one was probably startled by the commotion; his little mouth twitched, but he didn't cry out.

Chen Zhan gathered a wisp of gentle true energy at his fingertips and gently brushed it across the child's chest. The little guy instantly calmed down and fell into a deep sleep again.

He carefully placed the child on the inside of the boat plank, nodded to Gu Yu, and said in a flat tone, "Continue."

Gu Yu responded, and the soft sword at her waist was already drawn. The blade flowed like autumn water, but was covered with a layer of dark, watery true energy.

Kumārajīva stood to the side, his eyes slightly narrowed, still unable to discern the intentions of Chen Zhan and the other man, and unable to distinguish friend from foe for the time being.

The shock of Ye Erniang's death had not yet dissipated from the hearts of the Crocodile God of the South Sea and Yun Zhonghe. Their eyes were glazed over, and they had not yet fully regained their footing.

Seeing this, Kumārajīva curled up a fake smile, and suddenly a thick true energy condensed in his palm. The fierce energy instantly transformed into a blazing fire shadow, which was his famous Flame Blade technique.

"Shoot-"

The fiery blade energy swept across the sky, carrying a scorching wind, aiming straight for the back of the South Sea Crocodile God and Yun Zhonghe.

This attack was swift and ruthless, clearly intended to kill the two men while they were distracted.

At the same time, Kumārajīva turned sharply, his toes barely touching the ground, and he flew towards the direction where he had taken his disciple hostage like an arrow.

Duan Yanqing reacted extremely quickly; as soon as Kumārajīva's palm strike began, he sensed the killing intent.

He tapped the ground with his iron staff, then abruptly retreated, while a rapid ventriloquism rang out: "Watch out!"

The Crocodile God of the South Sea and Yun Zhonghe awoke as if from a dream, feeling an unbearable burning heat on their backs. The fiery blade energy was already close at hand, and there was no time to dodge.

At this critical moment, a green shadow appeared like a ghost. Gu Yu's soft sword, imbued with dark, watery true energy, fiercely tugged at the sweeping fiery blade energy.

"boom!"

The two energies collided violently, instantly shattering the fiery blade energy. The scorching wind scattered in all directions, causing the surrounding camellias to dance in the air.

The South Sea Crocodile God and Yun Zhonghe were caught in the shockwave, staggering back several steps, their faces pale, their eyes filled with fear and confusion as they looked at Gu Yu.

In that brief moment, they had truly felt the threat of death.

It was Gu Yu who saved the two of them.

Although Kumārajīva's flaming blade was blocked and he failed to eliminate the South Sea Crocodile God and Yun Zhonghe as he wished, he successfully attracted the attention of several people.

Taking advantage of the moment, he darted in front of the two disciples.

The two young Tibetan monks were still bound, and their eyes were full of pleading when they saw their master arrive.

Kumārajīva acted with lightning speed, striking with both palms in quick succession. Two streams of gentle true energy struck the restrictions previously left by the Crocodile God of the South Sea and Yun Zhonghe, causing the ropes to snap instantly.

Then he struck back with his palm, his true energy gentle yet carrying an irresistible force, slapping the shoulders of the two disciples and sending them flying.

The two Tibetan monks drew an arc in the air and landed steadily on the small boat in the distance.

After doing all this, Kumārajīva raised his hand in a Buddhist salute and said, "Excellent, excellent, young lady, you wish to save the Four Evils?"

Gu Yu did not answer, but instead a cold smile appeared on her lips.

The soft sword in her hand trembled slightly, and a lustrous glow suddenly appeared on its surface. The moisture in the surrounding air seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, gathering towards the sword and condensing into fine raindrops.

The next moment, Gu Yu flicked her wrist, and the soft sword swept across the void.

The movements appeared gentle, yet were incredibly fast, leaving only a green afterimage.

Raindrops shot out from the sword with the sword energy, carrying a thick layer of Xuan Shui True Qi. Wherever it passed, the air became stuffy and oppressive, as if the entire space was being crushed by this force, and even the light dimmed a bit.

“Puff—puff—”

Two faint, almost imperceptible sounds were exceptionally clear in the deathly silent Mantuo Manor.

Yun Zhonghe and the South Sea Crocodile God, who were a few feet away from Gu Yu, suddenly stiffened. The fear that had just risen in their eyes had not yet completely dissipated before it was overwhelmed by excruciating pain.

They seemed to be crushed by an invisible mountain, their bones cracking under the unbearable weight, and blood gushing out of their seven orifices without warning.

Yun Zhonghe was already thin and weak. Under the crushing force of the Xuan Shui True Qi, his body was almost instantly compressed into a flat blood pancake. His internal organs had long been crushed into mud. He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he fell heavily to the ground and became completely silent.

The South China Sea Crocodile God, with its robust physique, managed to hold on for a few more seconds.

He stared wide-eyed at Gu Yu, making strange "hoarse" sounds as he managed to squeeze out a few words:
"You... bitch, you're using dirty tricks..."

"Pfft~"

Before he could finish speaking, another mouthful of blood gushed out, his chest caved in violently, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. He twitched a couple of times and then stopped moving.

Only after the two bodies fell to the ground did Gu Yu sheathe her soft sword. The glow on the sword gradually faded, and the oppressive air around her began to circulate again.

She turned to look at Kumārajīva, her tone calm but with a hint of disdain: "They are the people I want to kill, so naturally I can't let you, the great monk, get there first."

This sword strike wasn't fast, but rather unpredictable; most of the people in the arena didn't even see how Gu Yu made his move.

She didn't unleash any sword energy or true qi; she simply made a slash in the air.
Murong Fu had just gotten up and was hiding behind the old woman, his face full of horror, also shocked by this bizarre and terrifying method of killing.

Of all those present, only Kumārajīva and the old woman felt it most deeply.

He clearly sensed that Gu Yu's sword strike just now was not simply a sword aura that injured people, but rather the condensation of the Profound Water True Qi of the Tongxuan Realm to its extreme.

On the lake surface, the vapor turns into water, and the splashes are completely unnoticed.

The moment the Xuan Shui True Qi entered his body, it felt like thousands of pounds of weight pressing down on him, crushing his flesh and shattering his internal organs in an instant.

"Mysterious Water True Qi! This little kid's martial arts are quite advanced." The old woman sighed softly.

One Kumārajīva was already difficult to deal with, and now a swordsman at the Profound Realm appeared, capable of condensing Profound Water True Qi. The situation on the field changed drastically, and the three villains perished in an instant, completely disrupting the balance of power that had been maintained between the three sides.

Murong Fu leaned against the old woman, barely managing to steady himself. Although the minor injury was not fatal, it had damaged his vitality, leaving him with none of the composure of a young master from a noble family.

His gaze swept over Gu Yu, then landed on Chen Zhan, who was standing quietly at the bow of the boat, his mind racing.

These two individuals possessed unfathomable strength, especially the woman in green. With her Profound Realm cultivation and uncanny Xuan Shui True Qi, she effortlessly slew two villains, proving herself to be no easy opponent.

Moreover, he clearly has no relationship with Kumārajīva, and he ruthlessly killed the Four Evils, yet he has not shown any hostility towards the Murong family at present.

Murong Fu forced a bow, trying to soften his tone and adopt the air of a prominent martial arts family from Jiangnan: "You two have come from afar, presumably as guests of Yanziwu. We are fortunate to have such an unwelcome guest today, please forgive our rudeness."

"We implore you two to lend a hand and help our Murong family drive away this Tibetan national teacher. The Murong family will surely repay you handsomely in the future."

The Murong clan of Gusu had been operating in Jiangnan for a century, enjoying a prestigious reputation, and all the major sects gave them some face.

In his view, given the Murong family's prestige and the promise of substantial benefits, the two men had no reason to refuse.

Chen Zhan ignored Murong Fu's words, clearly handing over the decision-making power entirely to Gu Yu.

Gu Yu smiled, stepped forward slowly, the soft sword twirling lightly at her fingertips. Her gaze swept over Murong Fu and the old woman, then over the gloomy-faced Duan Yanqing, finally settling on Kumārajīva, her tone tinged with amusement:

"The Murong family certainly knows how to scheme. I saw it clearly just now; were you joining forces with the Four Evils to besiege this Tibetan National Preceptor?"

"The Four Evils are infamous and I hate them to the bone. The Murong family has always considered itself a prestigious and righteous family, and has been subtly leading the martial arts world in the south. Could it be that they have already cooperated with the Four Evils?"

These words were like a knife to the heart; Murong Fu's face instantly turned ugly. He wanted to refute them, but couldn't utter a word.

The scene of the three of them working together was indeed clearly seen by the other party, and there was no way to deny it.

The old woman stepped forward, blocking Murong Fu's path, but her tone was somewhat forceful: "Young lady, you jest. This Mr. Duan is merely seeking a favor from my Murong clan. Today, we happened to encounter this Tibetan national teacher causing trouble, so we temporarily joined forces to defend against the enemy. It is not a cooperation."

"The Four Evils have committed countless atrocities. If you wish to kill or torture them, young lady, you are welcome to do so. My Murong family will not interfere."

She was decisive, immediately severing ties with Duan Yanqing, both distancing herself from the Murong family and the Four Evils, and redirecting the blame back to Duan Yanqing in an attempt to curry favor with Gu Yu.

Gu Yu nodded, a mocking smile on her face: "That makes some sense. The Murong family is a prestigious and righteous family in Jiangnan, so naturally they would not associate with evil sects."

Murong Fu felt relieved, thinking that the other party had already believed him.

But Gu Yu's tone suddenly turned cold as she said, "However, you want me to help you repel the enemy and reap the benefits? That won't be so easy."

The old woman frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "What does the young lady want? Gold, silver, jewels, martial arts manuals—the Murong family has everything."

Gu Yu shook her head, raised her hand, and pointed her finger directly at Duan Yanqing.

"It's very simple. I don't want to do it myself. You kill him, and I'll help you deal with the Tibetan National Preceptor."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Gu Yu's request caused Murong Fu and the old woman's expressions to instantly darken.

Their cooperation with Duan Yanqing was far more than a spur-of-the-moment alliance to fight off an enemy.

Duan Yanqing promised that as long as the Murong family helped him reclaim the throne of Dali, he would send troops to help Murong Fu disrupt the borders of the Song Dynasty and pave the way for his restoration.

He said it was unrelated just now, which was still somewhat plausible, but if he actually killed Duan Yanqing, it would be a complete breakdown of their relationship.

But if he didn't do as instructed, the woman in green would clearly not let it go.

Gu Yu may be young, but her cunning is unfathomable. With just one sentence, she has driven the two sides, who were just fighting side by side, into a life-or-death situation.

A hint of surprise appeared on Duan Yanqing's ugly face. He looked around and instantly understood the situation.

He found himself in the center, surrounded by Gu Yu, Murong Fu, and Kumārajīva on all sides, with the enigmatic Chen Zhan at the bow of the ship. He was trapped like a turtle in a jar.

"Ha ha……"

"Are they treating me like a sitting duck?"

A deep, hoarse ventriloquism echoed through the manor, carrying a hint of self-mockery and ruthlessness.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his iron staff heavily on the ground, sending wood chips flying. The tattered cloth covering the staff instantly shattered, revealing its true form.

The iron staff was covered with strange patterns, neither gold nor iron, and gleamed with a cold luster in the morning light. It was made of meteorite iron from outer space and could transmit internal force and true energy without hindrance. It was a rare divine weapon.

Duan Yanqing's One-Finger Divine Skill has reached an extremely high level, only one level away from breaking through to the Profound Realm. Combined with this meteorite iron staff, its power will increase even further.

He leaned forward slightly, his iron staff planted firmly on the ground, and his ventriloquism suddenly became sharp: "I have roamed the martial world for twenty years and have never been afraid of anyone! If you want to fight, then come!"

Despite his strong words, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, and with a tap of his iron staff on the ground, he headed straight for Chen Zhan at the bow of the ship.

Of the four present, Kumārajīva and Gu Yu were both genuine experts at the Tongxuan Realm, and Murong Fu and the old woman were not to be underestimated even when they joined forces. Only Chen Zhan had a calm and even aura, seemingly without any cultivation.

Duan Yanqing was betting on this point, and Chen Zhan had a small boat at his feet. As long as he could subdue this man, he could seize the boat and break through the encirclement.

"Go away!"

As they drew closer, Duan Yanqing raised his iron staff, gathering powerful finger strength at his fingertips, and unleashed a fierce One Yang Finger strike straight at Chen Zhan's face.

At the same time, he pointed out with his other hand, sending out three finger strikes in different directions, which eventually converged on the sleeping baby in the cabin.

Chen Zhan met Duan Yanqing's ugly face, showing no sign of panic. Instead, he sighed softly, "Master Kurong's One-Finger Divine Skill is slightly better than yours. It's a pity I never got to see Duan Siping's One-Finger Divine Skill."

In his view, the One Finger Divine Skill, when mastered to its peak, may not be inferior to the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

The Six Meridian Divine Sword excels in group battles, as it can use its fingers to generate sword energy, with all ten fingers capable of releasing sword energy. The One Yang Finger, on the other hand, excels in its condensation, making it even more powerful in single-point breakthroughs.

Before he could finish speaking, Duan Yanqing's One-Finger Divine Skill was already upon him.

Chen Zhan neither dodged nor avoided, but instead raised his hand and grabbed directly at the finger force.

Duan Yanqing was overjoyed at the sight, his inner monologue filled with sarcasm: "He's actually a madman!"

The One Finger Technique is condensed, powerful, and indestructible; it can pierce through ordinary weapons. This person actually dared to use his flesh and blood to grab it. What else could he be but a madman?
Taking advantage of the situation, he closed in, sweeping out his iron staff, intending to knock Chen Zhan away, and then seize the boat and leave.

But the smile on Duan Yanqing's face froze instantly the next moment.

His iron staff was stopped in mid-air, motionless. What horrified him even more was that Chen Zhan's palm had actually grasped the One Yang Finger Force. The force struggled violently in his palm, but could not break free.

The force is concentrated and does not disperse; it cannot be broken free, nor can it erupt.
"How can this be!"

"You... are you a human or a ghost?"

Duan Yanqing's ventriloquism was filled with fear; he had never seen such bizarre martial arts.

As soon as he finished speaking, two soft "poof" sounds came.

The One-Finger Divine Force that Chen Zhan had grasped in his palm suddenly backfired, transforming into two sharp bursts of energy that pierced straight through Duan Yanqing's abdomen.

The powerful force sent him flying backward, crashing straight into the spot where Murong Fu was not far away.

(End of this chapter)