The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 136 The Green Cicada Comes to the Door
February 20th, on Wuwang Peak?
Hong Yuan's gaze followed the fluttering fallen leaves, and he felt a strange sense of melancholy.

February is almost here!

After the duel between the two masters, Yuan Nutao and Bei Mingzi, the most lively celebration in Mingzhou, the Qionghua Festival, will be held in a dozen days.

There is also the third showdown between the two lineages passed down by the Dragon and Tiger Taoist, namely, Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger.

When Hong Yuan learned about the "Dragon-Tiger Pact" from Yang Erhu, he had only just begun to understand martial arts, focusing on controlling his qi and blood and condensing his strength.

It was only a few months ago, but it felt like a long time ago to him.

Hong Yuan picked up a yellow leaf that had just passed by and gestured for Nan Guyun to accept the invitation. He smiled and said, "I understand."

The next step was naturally the guidance session. With Hong Yuan's current level of expertise, having absorbed numerous subtle techniques and genuine skills, he was virtually unmatched in the world in his analysis of internal force and external power.

The problem that had troubled Xie Lingjun for so long could be solved by Hong Yuan in just a few words, with every word hitting the nail on the head.

Xie Lingjun was both pleasantly surprised and horrified upon hearing this.

The surprise was that the confusion before my eyes was swept away. After returning, I focused my mind and spirit for a period of time. With a bit of good fortune, the transformation of my strength into supernatural power was no longer an obstacle. It was a smooth road ahead.

The shock stemmed from the fact that the question he posed was related to his own cultivation technique, a secret art of the Xie family, unknown to outsiders.

Why is it that when he stands before this Daoist of Ten Thousand Tribulations, it seems that he understands him better than anyone else, and his words, though brief, are insightful and clear away all his confusion?

Xie Lingjun was unaware that Hong Yuan had already explored his techniques with the Six Void Force, and even now, as Xie Lingjun stood before him, he was constantly under the observation of the Net.

Hong Yuan met this person because he wanted to see this kind of person.

Nan Guyun, a monk of the Hui generation at Jingang Temple, and several outstanding monks of the Liao generation are also examples. Only by gathering enough examples can Hong Yuan better understand the application of 'empty force corroding the body'.

After quickly finishing the three questions, Xie Lingjun was still somewhat unsatisfied. However, seeing that Hong Yuan had no intention of keeping him, he glanced at Nan Guyun, who was standing quietly to the side, and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Being able to follow such a peerless master, even if one only occasionally receives guidance, would be an immense opportunity.

"I will always remember your guidance, senior." Xie Lingjun bowed deeply again, his expression respectful and his heart full of admiration.

"Junior, take your leave!"

After Xie Lingjun left, Hong Yuan gave Nan Guyun a few instructions, asking her to go outside and select representatives from various factions.

He ordered one or two people from each faction to be led into a spacious Zen temple for a meeting.

Xie Lingjun was one of the samples of 'Virtual Force Corroding the Body', so he was summoned by Hong Yuan for a private audience, while the others did not receive such treatment.

Of course, if he discovers some objects worthy of special attention, Hong Yuan will not hesitate to use a Six Void Force to make them samples as well.

He accepted all the gifts sent by various forces without hesitation.

But Hong Yuan accepting the gift doesn't mean we're friends!

That doesn't mean you can't use underhanded tactics!
Just as news of the Red Lotus Sect's defeat in Lianhua County of Songyang Prefecture was spreading like wildfire, and the name of the Myriad Tribulations Daoist was shaking the world, an uninvited guest arrived in Linjiang Prefecture.

A pale-faced, thin man walked through the bustling city, and as he walked, pedestrians on the street gave way.

The pale-faced man coughed incessantly as he walked, like a sickly ghost, and the plain white handkerchief in his hand was stained with crimson.

The people in the market avoided him like the plague, but no one dared to rebuke him, because although he was sickly, his clothes were obviously of high quality.

The pale-faced man was not angry. A smile played on his lips as his gaze swept over the bustling streets and crowds, as if he were surveying his own territory.

With unhurried steps, they walked through the long street and arrived at the Tao family mansion before stopping.

The pale-faced man stood before the gate, ignoring the scrutinizing gazes of the guards. He stared at the opulent mansion and chuckled softly, "Not even twenty years old, yet already a powerful figure in this region..."

“Such a person cannot waste his spirit among women; this is exactly the kind of talent that my ‘Qingfu’ clan lacks!”

The pale-faced man muttered to himself and strode toward the gate of the mansion.

"He who comes is stopped!"

"No entry without prior notification!"

The guards at the gate were already on guard, and when they saw him walking around as if no one else was there, they immediately shouted at him and surrounded him with serious expressions, their hands on their steel swords.

A burly guard drew his sword with a clang and shouted coldly, "Stop! If you dare to trespass again, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

Before he could finish speaking, the pale-faced man had already passed him by, and a sudden spurt of blood erupted from the throat of the burly guard.

He clutched his throat in disbelief, blood seeping through his fingers. The burly guard, now completely powerless, stumbled and crashed into the doorway, his eyes wide open, unable to speak.

The others paled in horror. Before they could even draw their swords, they suddenly felt a sharp pain in their chests, as if their internal organs were being ripped apart. They let out shrill screams and collapsed to the ground. The pale-faced man flicked his hand, and black specks seemed to fly out from the mouths and bodies of these guards, disappearing into his palm.

But the howls had already begun, followed by a series of hurried footsteps, as more guards rushed in, and the sound of swords being drawn was incessant.

call out!
A signal arrow shot into the sky from the mansion and exploded with a loud bang.

The pale-faced man had already stepped into the courtyard, stopped, and stared at the firework that exploded in the sky. His expression remained unchanged as he was surrounded by dozens of guards.

Immediately afterward, the sound of clothes rustling in the wind rang out, and more than a dozen figures swiftly rushed over.

These people were martial arts masters guarding the Tao family mansion. Even the weakest among them had reached the level of internal strength. The two fastest ones transformed into two streaks of light and landed in the arena like a whirlwind, blocking the pale-faced man.

It was none other than Qing Lingzi and his fellow disciples!
After stepping into the microscopic level under Hong Yuan's guidance, Qing Lingzi didn't forget his old brother of several decades and also invited Qing Songzi over.

Both men now held swords. Qing Lingzi, his expression grave, looked at the pale-faced man and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why have you come here?"

"Who am I?" The pale-faced man chuckled and said slowly, "My name? I've forgotten it for many years. I do have a title, but I don't want to say it."

Qing Songzi stepped forward, his longsword flashing as he drew it, pointing it at the other man: "You sneaky fellow, if you don't want to talk, then so be it. Junior brother, it's not too late to take him down and interrogate him later."

The pale-faced man didn't even glance at Qing Songzi. Instead, his eyes fell on Qing Lingzi. Something seemed to stir deep within his normally calm eyes, and then fine lines appeared around his eye sockets.

Staring into those eyes, Qing Lingzi felt a tightness in her chest, and a strange feeling of tingling on her scalp and dryness in her mouth arose.

"I didn't expect there to be a Master of Subtlety within the Zhenhai Alliance, and the internal energy cultivation method he uses is quite unusual. Very good, very good, another talented person. This trip was worthwhile."

The pale-faced man forced a smile, seemingly showing some approval towards Qing Lingzi.

"What do you mean by that?" Qing Lingzi frowned.

"It's very simple. I can be considered family with your Alliance Leader Hong. Once I meet Alliance Leader Hong and we have a clear explanation, I'm sure he will be happy to join our big family."

"Since we are family, and your martial arts skills are quite good, you naturally deserve my praise."

"You're waiting? Who exactly are you people?" Qing Lingzi asked coldly.

Knowing Hong Yuan's personality, he didn't think his master would join these inexplicable people. Moreover, knowing that Hong Yuan was Wan Jie Dao Ren, he was full of confidence.

The pale-faced man's gaze swept over Qing Lingzi's head, then looked towards the inner courtyard, and he frowned slightly: "With such a commotion, Alliance Leader Hong has not shown up. Could it be that he is not here?"

scoff!

Qing Songzi could no longer restrain himself. His longsword sliced ​​through the air, the sword light splitting into afterimages that enveloped the pale-faced man's vital points, and a fierce energy swept out.

Since Qing Songzi had already made his move, Qing Lingzi would naturally not stand idly by. His strength was so refined that his martial arts were already superior to Qing Songzi's. His clear sword rang out, striking first despite being behind, and his sword light merged with Qing Songzi's.

With both swords drawn simultaneously, a murderous intent arose in an instant.

The pale-faced man let out a "ha," and suddenly two white lights flew out from his long sleeves, one to the left and one to the right, like two streaks of light piercing the sky. They were actually two short swords as thin as cicada wings with narrow blades.

The two swords and two blades clashed violently together.

Dang Dang Dang!
Streaks of light and fire burst forth, swords roared, and as they exploded with dazzling sparks, there were also continuous bursts of energy.

In just a moment, the area of ​​about ten feet in radius where the three were facing off was filled with sharp cutting energy, the bluestone under their feet cracked inch by inch, and narrow lines appeared on the ground.

The dozens of guards who had gathered around were forced backward by the force of the energy.

A dozen or so martial arts masters, their hands on their weapons, moved about, waiting for the perfect moment to intervene.

A middle-aged man in gray, his expression blank, stared intently at the pale-faced man's movements. He raised his sleeve, and suddenly a 'whoosh' sound was heard as a short arrow shot through the air and pierced the pale-faced man's back.

next moment!
A fierce glint of light swept in, shredding the hidden arrow. The pale-faced man raised one hand, and a black star fell into the air. The middle-aged man in gray suddenly felt a pain in his eyes, cried out "Ah!", and then rolled to the ground, clutching his eyes.

The pale-faced man slashed his blade back into his sleeve, then opened his right hand, pointing it towards Qing Lingzi and Qing Songzi.

"Even though we're family, disobedient family members have to suffer first."

Qing Lingzi suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't care less about anything else. He quickly retreated while holding Qing Songzi in one hand, and with a flick of his other hand, a bell landed in his palm.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

Then a clear bell rang out, its sound rippled through the air. The sound wasn't loud, but it could be clearly heard even from a great distance.

Roar!
Deep within the mansion, a strange, inhuman roar suddenly erupted from a secluded room, followed by a thunderous boom.

Walls were smashed to pieces, and then a figure covered in black iron armor shot out like a cannonball.

(End of this chapter)