The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 128 Illusory Force Corrodes the Body, Six Illusory Tribulations
Huaxi Sword Sect!

'Flying Rainbow Swordsman' Nan Guyun!

Qing Lingzi muttered to himself as he met the scrutinizing gaze of the other party. He felt that Nan Guyun's eyes were sharp, like a drawn divine sword, and the cold sharpness made his face sting.

Qing Lingzi felt a chill run down his spine, but his expression remained unchanged. He cupped his hands in greeting, and a faint, ethereal aura swirled around him.

"Brother Nan is too kind. I cannot fathom the whereabouts of my alliance leader. I have only come here because I heard that there is a great event taking place here, so I came to join in the fun."

'Subtle level force?'

A slight ripple appeared in Nan Guyun's eyes.

He could tell at first glance that Qing Lingzi had an extraordinary demeanor and high martial arts skills. Now that the other party was displaying his strength, it confirmed his guess.

It was unexpected that the Zhenhai Alliance, established only a few months ago, actually had a hidden master besides the Divine Prison Spear Master.

Even if this foundation cannot compare to the three major schools, it is enough to attract attention.

Nan Guyun chuckled lightly, his tone tinged with amusement: "Your Alliance Leader Hong is a man of extraordinary talent. Before he even reached adulthood, he was already a powerful figure, renowned throughout the land. It is truly astonishing. I have long admired him, but we have never had the chance to meet in person. It is a real pity."

Nan Guyun sighed, seemingly disappointed at not being able to see Hong Yuan. Suddenly, his gaze shifted to the Vajra Temple with its gates locked, and he shook his head again: "What a pity!"

Qing Lingzi calmly asked, "What is Brother Nan regretting?"

"It's a pity that Alliance Leader Hong didn't come. Otherwise, the two most renowned experts in Mingzhou these days, the Divine Prison Spear Master and the Myriad Tribulations Daoist, would meet and shine together. That would be something to look forward to."

Qing Lingzi remained silent upon hearing this.

Others may not know the inside story, but how could he not know?

A real 'meeting' can be both a pleasant surprise and a source of terror.

Seeing that Qing Lingzi remained silent, Nan Guyun said no more. He was born with strong spirituality and could discern good and bad fortune. Although this person was also a master of subtlety, he did not inspire any fear in him.

Therefore, during the conversation, Nan Guyun appeared polite, but in reality, he didn't even ask the other party's name.

With a swift movement, Nan Guyun, like a wild goose darting through the air, suddenly reached a high place, facing the gate of Jingang Temple, his voice echoing far and wide: "Nan Guyun of Huaxi Sword Sect has come to pay his respects!"

The sound was clear and melodious, penetrating the temple walls and spreading out like a surging wave.

Shortly after, the heavy gates of the Vajra Temple burst open.

Several monks came out to greet him from the left and right. One monk, who was about thirty years old, with a calm face and a tall stature, put his hands together and bowed to Nan Guyun: "This humble monk is Liaoru, here to welcome our distinguished guest. Senior Brother Nan, please!"

Nan Guyun chuckled and returned the greeting, saying, "Greetings, Senior Brother."

Regardless of their private struggles and ulterior motives, the three factions of Mingzhou maintained a facade of harmony on the surface. After all, once they rose in status, they had to put on a show of civility.

As the gates of the Vajra Temple finally opened, the atmosphere became even more intense, with a cacophony of voices. The numerous martial artists and noblemen gathered outside the temple surged forward like a school of fish.

Amidst the commotion, someone shouted, "Master Liaoru, we have come from afar, and your Vajra Temple won't even let us in the door. What kind of hospitality is this?"

"That's right! It was your Vajra Temple that announced to the world the public execution of the Red Lotus Sect heretics, and then refused to let us in. What kind of public announcement is that?"

"Monk, are you afraid of the demons and monsters of the Red Lotus Sect and regretting it?"

One person's question immediately drew a commotion from many others, creating a noisy and chaotic scene where it was impossible to discern who was saying what.

"Monk, is that Daoist Wan Jie still in the temple? Is the rumor true or false?"

“I wish to become a disciple of Master Wanjie. Please introduce me, Master. My family will reward you handsomely.”

Of course, most people are more interested in the Daoist Wan Jie, who seems to have become famous overnight.

Several monks, wielding iron rods, stood with cold faces, blocking the noisy crowd. Despite their boisterous demeanor, none of them dared to force their way through.

Liao Ru's face was ashen as he led Nan Guyun inside. Then, several monks coldly glanced at the entire room before closing the door again.

As soon as the door closed, a series of curses and swears began to emanate from it.

They walked in silence, with Liao Ru leading Nan Gu Yun toward the inner courtyard.

Nan Guyun looked around and saw that all the monks he encountered in both the inner and outer courtyards were silent and the atmosphere was oppressive. He couldn't help but frown. He couldn't gloat over his old rival's misfortune. Instead, he became alert.

The Huaxi Sword Sect has become increasingly prosperous in recent years, and many of its disciples have become arrogant, causing countless troubles.

Jingang Temple is even more renowned than Huaxi, and its cultural heritage is far superior to that of Huaxi. Even so, it has to humble itself when it encounters a powerful figure.

Soon we arrived at a simple meditation hall. The door was open, and two monks sat cross-legged in the center, chanting scriptures.

It was the monks Huiming and Huizhi.

Nan Guyun glanced at it and raised an eyebrow again.

The reason was that there was a small wooden Buddha statue in the hall, and the two monks, Huiming and Huiming, were sitting with their backs to the Buddha.

Even if Nan Guyun was not familiar with Buddhist principles, he knew that this was illogical for people in the Buddhist community.

For monks, the Buddha statues in the temple are not just clay or wood sculptures, but also represent the enlightenment they aspire to achieve.

Turning one's back to a Buddha statue is to go against one's own enlightenment, achievement, and attainment of Buddhahood.

Nan Guyun's eyes flickered, his thoughts changing in an instant, before he subtly glanced at Huiming's right hand.

His right palm was unnaturally twisted, and his aura was somewhat unstable.

'Is the injury still not healed?'

Nan Guyun made a sound at his feet, took a few steps forward, and respectfully bowed to the two monks, Huiming and Nan Guyun: "Nan Guyun of Huaxi greets the two masters."

Huiming's gaze fell on Nan Guyun, and he nodded, saying, "Young Master Nan is handsome and talented, with a natural talent for swordsmanship. The Huaxi Sword Sect has a worthy successor, which is truly commendable."

Nan Guyun smiled and said, "Master, you flatter me."

Hui Zhi also opened his eyes and nodded to Nan Guyun in greeting: "How is your esteemed master, Sect Leader Feng?"

The Huaxi Sword Sect rose to prominence several decades ago. Initially, it was just an insignificant little sect, and it has only been passed down for five generations.

The current master swordsman is named Feng Nanyan. His swordsmanship is superb and his true skill is profound, reaching the pinnacle. He is qualified to compete for the title of the world's number one swordsman.

It is precisely because of Feng Nanyan's existence that the Huaxi Sword Sect is able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Xuanbing Sect and the Jingang Temple.

“My master has always been in good health, thank you for your concern, Master Huizhi,” Nan Guyun said.

"That's good." Hui Zhi closed his eyes again.

Huiming glanced at Liaoru and said, "Take Young Hero Nan over there."

Nan Guyun's expression shifted: "What do you mean by that, Master?"

Huiming did not answer, but Liaoru spoke first: "Which one wants to see Senior Brother Nan? Please follow me."

Liao Ru's tone was complex; once he finished speaking, he took the lead and set the way.

Which one?
Nan Guyun's expression changed slightly. Who else in this Vajra Temple could be someone that monks like Huiming, Huizhi, and Liaoru kept so secret?

Huiming watched as Liao Ru and Nan Guyun walked away. He stretched out his intact left hand, which immediately shimmered with a golden glow.

Huiming's facial skin also took on a somewhat mystical appearance, complementing the wooden Buddha behind him, but then a muffled groan followed, and the force dissipated with a "poof".

Hui Ming's face twitched, and he shook his head: "Still no good, junior brother, what about you?" Hui Zhi kept his eyes closed and did not answer, as if he had not heard, but his face became more and more bitter.

Huiming sighed and muttered, "False energy corrodes the body, false energy corrodes the body... This ability of false energy corrodes the body is like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone, it is really difficult to break!"

His eyelids trembled, filled with deep helplessness.

Three days ago, the Daoist Wanjie suddenly summoned him and his junior brother Huizhi, saying that he had mastered a special martial art and wanted to ask them to give it a try.

The two monks, Huiming and Huiming, were at the mercy of the others and had no choice but to comply.

Anyway, after the news of the public execution of the Red Lotus Demon spread, the Vajra Temple had already fallen into a trap. What could get any worse?

Unexpectedly, during this exchange, both he and Hui Zhi were struck by a burst of energy from the Wan Jie Daoist.

Once the force leaves the body, it cannot last long, and no matter how skilled a master is, they cannot change this fact.

But Wan Jie Dao Ren did it!
After the opponent's force entered their bodies, it seemed to have no resistance and quickly merged with their own blood and energy.

Once the two used their true skills, that force actually had an auxiliary effect, making their true skills and strange power even more powerful.

If that's the case, then it's a good thing.

The two monks, Huiming and Huizhi, would not believe that Wanjie Daoren had suddenly become charitable and had "not lost his conscience".

The same is true.

When that force...

In the mouth of Wan Jie Daoist, it is called "Six Void Force". When the Six Void Force merges with the blood and qi of the two of them, once the two of them step into the other's three-zhang range, they will immediately feel their blood and qi disordered, and it will be extremely difficult to use their true skills, which are usually as easy as their own arms and fingers.

Within a few feet, one's blood and qi surged like a raging torrent, making it difficult to even stand, let alone unleash one's true power.

They are even worse than ordinary people who know no martial arts.

"I've only ever heard of true skill suppressing external force, or using external force to overpower external force. This has never been heard of in the last few hundred years..."

Not long ago, Huiming still had hope. Temporary surrender meant nothing. Once Wan Jie Dao Ren left, Jingang Temple would still exist.

Huiming could only manage a bitter smile.

Not only him and Huizhi, but also several other monks of the Hui generation, as well as outstanding members of the next generation such as Liaochen and Liaoru, were also implanted with the 'Six Void Force'.

Thinking of this, Huiming looked in the direction Nan Guyun had gone, his eyes becoming somewhat profound.

'Burn the secret technique!'

'I think I've found the Burning Technique!'

Inside a secluded Zen temple, Hong Yuan's fingers surged with energy, evolving into various forms at will. Sometimes it was as heavy as a mountain, sometimes it was elusive like a gentle breeze and drifting clouds, and sometimes it was fine and continuous, like silk threads...

A slight smile appeared on his face.

The term "burning technique" is obviously a joke.

Rather, it is the quickest way to build power.

Just as the 'Life and Death Talisman' was to the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny, all the power of the Lingjiu Palace was built upon the 'Life and Death Talisman'.

Hong Yuan did not truly want to conquer the world.

He just wanted the highest power.

As for how to obtain this supreme power, the process is irrelevant; whatever is most convenient will suffice.

'False strength corrodes the body!'
The first level of the Six Void Forces created by Hong Yuan is the 'Other Force Net'.

As the name suggests, when engaging in combat with an enemy, it can create an invisible force field that envelops the enemy and quickly analyzes the opponent's techniques and mysteries upon contact with their force.

The second level, 'Returning Strength to its Source', allows one to absorb the strength of others for their own use during battle.

The third level is "Eight Strengths in One".

The fourth level is 'Virtual Force Corroding the Body'.

During his time at the Vajra Temple, Hong Yuan did not waste any time. While practicing several true skills, he also integrated the many power techniques he had recently acquired.

The "Eight Forces in One" technique is still some distance from mastery; currently, it can only mix two or three types of force in a single strike.

However, it's already on the right track, and the pace will only accelerate from here on out.

However, he deduced the fourth level of the Six Void Forces and named it 'Void Forces Eroding the Body'.

The reason for this rapid progress is that he borrowed the ideas from the "Jade Planting Technique" to inject the Six Void Force into the body of others, allowing it to lie dormant within their bodies and merge with their Qi and blood.

Because of the compatibility of the Six Void Forces, it will not be rejected and can even absorb the opponent's Qi and blood, so that this force will not dissipate.

Even during the opponent's battle, one can unconsciously perceive a trace of the wondrous power of the Six Void Force.

But once the opponent is Hong Yuan himself, the opponent's life or death is no longer in his own hands.

'However, the technique of using mere feints to erode the body can still be broken, and it still needs improvement.'

Hong Yuan's eyes showed deep thought.

"Only when the Six Void Forces can be integrated into the flesh and blood, into the bone marrow, and into the meridians and blood vessels, without end or interruption, can it be considered a great achievement."

'Hmm? This seems a bit like a calamity force. Those who can't be controlled by me, their offspring won't be able to escape it either, right?'

Hong Yuan thought about it and felt it was possible.

If it truly reaches that level, the Six Void Force might no longer be called a force, nor an extraordinary force, but rather a force of calamity.

Footsteps approached from afar, and Hong Yuan looked over with a warm smile, his attitude very amiable.

He had heard Nan Guyun announce his name outside the temple.

He really hadn't expected to be exploring the Huaxi Sword Sect's foundation so soon, but these leeks had come to him of their own accord, so it would be a waste not to harvest them.

As they approached the Zen temple, Liaoru suddenly stopped, put his hands together in a gesture of respect, and Nan Guyun, understanding her meaning, took a deep breath and entered the temple alone.

He was not a coward; he was resolute. However, the Wan Jie Dao Ren's record was too terrifying, and Nan Gu Yun could not remain calm.

The first thing that came into view was a tall, slender figure standing with his hands behind his back, his green robe fluttering in the cold wind, looking at him with a smile.

He looked unusually young, with a gentle expression, like a spring breeze.

Nan Guyun's brows twitched wildly. He was highly spiritual and could sense things that ordinary people could not see. In his 'vision', the other party was no longer a ferocious beast, but a giant mountain hundreds of feet high that rose from the ground, filling the heavens and the earth with a rumbling sound.

A vast and boundless aura, surging forth like a reversed celestial river, pressed down upon us.

A look of horror flashed in Nan Guyun's eyes, and he involuntarily took several steps back. Suddenly, he grabbed the long sword on his back and stopped when he felt its icy touch.

“But Daoist Wan Jie is right in front of me…” Nan Guyun suppressed his turbulent emotions and spoke in a low voice.

"It is said that the Huaxi Sword Sect possesses unparalleled swordsmanship, a rare gem among sword techniques, a pinnacle of swordsmanship." Hong Yuan did not answer, but smiled and looked at the long sword behind Nan Guyun.

Draw your sword and let me see it!

(End of this chapter)