The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 138 Yu's Bloodline, Someone Flying In (7k link!)
The pale-faced man moved erratically through the narrow alleyways, his previous composure gone, replaced by a cold gaze.

He traveled hundreds of miles from the prefecture to Linjiang Prefecture, all to help the organization take down the Zhenhai Alliance and bring Hong Yuan, a talented individual, into their fold.

Now that they've returned empty-handed, without even seeing the person in question, it's no wonder they're in a bad mood.

"That corpse puppet's strength is far too abnormal; it was probably made from a top-tier expert!"

"The techniques, materials, and rituals are not easy to achieve; without a solid foundation, it's simply impossible."

"The information we have gathered about Yi Shier's nephew is incomplete; he's not that simple. If we want to subdue him, we need to rearrange our methods."

"Hmph! You've gone too far in showing off!"

The pale-faced man muttered to himself.

With a soft hum, he moved with the speed of a ghost, crossing several streets in a short time before gradually slowing down and disappearing into the bustling market. He then leisurely ascended a stone arch bridge.

"Um?!"

The pale-faced man stood on the bridge, a look of surprise on his face. He raised his right palm, and countless tiny insects, like black ants, crawled out from under his skin.

Only upon closer inspection can one see that his entire arm is covered with holes smaller than pinholes, allowing insects to enter and exit freely.

At this moment, the tiny insects in his palm began to stir restlessly, making sounds that only he could hear.

The pale-faced man's pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly peered down at the rushing river below the bridge.

A small boat drifts downstream.

This was a covered boat, without a boatman at the helm, but the pale-faced man's eyes were like lightning, staring intently into the cabin.

A flicker of excitement appeared on his pale face.

"Haha! What is lost on one front may be gained on another; the old saying is indeed true."

"I never expected to stumble upon such a great achievement here, the bloodline of 'Yu'..."

A cold smile appeared on his lips: "You've run into me, and you still want to escape? Do you think you can escape?"

Click!

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the wall, tearing off a stone the size of a human head, and then swung his arm in a wide arc.

His body, which looked like a sickly ghost that could be blown away by a gust of wind, suddenly transformed into a catapult, launching stones and cannonballs outwards.

With a loud thud, the shell pierced the air for dozens of feet and landed on the awning boat with a 'boom,' immediately splashing up waves several feet high.

The entire cabin immediately crumbled, wooden pieces burst open, and a huge hole appeared in the hull. The ship then sank halfway down.

Pedestrians on both sides of the river quickly moved away upon seeing this scene, but they were not particularly alarmed. After all, many major events had occurred in the prefectural city in recent months, so this small incident was nothing to worry about.

She simply looked at the pale-faced man with a surprised expression.

Seeing that there was no one in sight after the ship split open, the pale-faced man revealed a mocking expression, raised his arms, and scattered the black ants into the wind.

Hundreds of feet away from the covered boat, at the bend in the river, a middle-aged man, soaking wet, with an ordinary face and fair skin, emerged from the blind spot.

It was none other than Yu Wuhen.

Yu Wuhen's face remained calm and composed. He quickly reached the shore, and in a flash, he disappeared into a small alley.

In the blink of an eye, he had changed into clean and crisp clothes, his face transformed into a completely different appearance, and he staggered out of the alley.

Just as he was about to merge into the crowd, a shadow flashed before his eyes, and the pale-faced man was already blocking his way, saying indifferently, "If it were anyone else from the organization who made the move, perhaps you could have fooled them. Unfortunately for you, you've met me. If you don't want to suffer, then surrender!"

Yu Wuhen did not speak, but stared at the pale-faced man, two eerie flames flickering in his eyes.

The pale-faced man frowned deeply, then his mind went blank as the scene before him changed drastically. The whole world seemed to be distorting, and the surrounding houses were pressing in on him.

Countless distorted outlines compressed into a ball, transforming into a gigantic beast's maw amidst the bizarre and fantastical scene, which bit down on his head.

Click!

The pale-faced man suddenly spat out two streams of blood from his mouth and nose. He staggered, but his expression didn't change much. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his mouth.

"The Illusion Poison Technique? The fusion of illusion and poison is truly unparalleled. No wonder it has been able to escape capture time and time again."

"Indeed, they should not be underestimated!"

He raised his sleeves, and tiny insect corpses fell down like a layer of fine sand.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth abruptly, not to cough, but to emit a sharp, piercing sound, like the hissing of thousands of insects!

hum!
Yu Wuhen felt as if countless fine needles were pricking his mind, causing his blood and qi to surge. His vision went black for a moment, and at the same time, insects chirped from inside his body, as if he was extremely terrified.

When I came to my senses, a large hand had already grabbed me down.

Hundreds and thousands of black ants surged from that palm, piercing Yu Wuhen's skin and burrowing into his flesh.

Yu Wuhen suddenly felt weak all over and stared intently at the pale-faced man.

“The bloodline of ‘Yu’… no! It should be said that the descendants of demons should not live in this world.”

The pale-faced man smiled, then changed the subject again: "Of course, I don't care whether you are descendants of demons or not. I only know that capturing you is a great achievement."

"Your words are indeed honest." Yu Wuhen's voice was weak and listless, and he smiled bitterly to himself.

During this period, he disguised himself as Song Yinglong and managed all affairs of the Longxiang Army, but he did not stay in the Longxiang Mansion all the time.

Today I felt like enjoying the scenery on the river in the city, but I never expected to have such bad luck and run into the enemy I've been avoiding.

"Able to withstand my illusionary poison technique, which of the twelve 'Azure Fu' evil Gu are you?"

Yu Wuhen sighed and asked.

"You can guess," the pale-faced man said calmly.

"Among the Qingfu, there are many who are proficient in Gu techniques, but there are only a few whose Gu can make my Gu fear. 'Shadow Moth,' 'Corpse Fly,' 'Eating Ant,' which of the three are you?"

"You have some insight. I am... a corpse fly!"

……

"The Qingfu Organization?"

Inside the stone pavilion of the Zen courtyard in the Vajra Temple, Hong Yuan poured himself a cup of wine and looked at Nan Guyun, who had come to report.

"Yes, according to the information I've gathered, many people in the martial arts world suspect that the 'Heavenly Ranking' was created by the 'Qingfu'. Only they have such a vast power that they could scatter countless rankings across more than ten southern states overnight!"

Nan Guyundao.

Hong Yuan picked up his wine cup and drank it down.

He was naturally familiar with the Qingfu organization.

It is one of the three major assassin organizations in the world, alongside Ghost Fanlou.

Unlike Gui Fanlou, which specializes in a single business, Qingfu Organization is involved in a wide range of industries. Assassin is just one of its businesses, but it has become an industry leader in this area, on par with Gui Fanlou.

Besides taking on murder cases, he also operated numerous pawnshops, money exchanges, and banks, controlling countless amounts of money.

In addition, there is the trade of intelligence. It is rumored that from royal secrets to江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) anecdotes, as long as you can afford the price, there is no secret they do not know.

They even organized underground auctions in various places.

Divine weapons, secret techniques, magical arts, rare and precious treasures...

Stunning beauties, noble ladies...

Anything imaginable can be auctioned.

Within the Qingfu organization, apart from a few core members, the Twelve Fierce Gu hold the highest position and are the most feared.

Beneath the twelve fierce Gu, there are countless 'Qingfuzi'!
These green cicadas are like insects and ants that are everywhere in the world, forming a dense web that encompasses the entire world. No one knows their exact number, only that they exist in every corner of the world.

It can be said that Qingfu is the organization with the largest number of people, the greatest power, and the widest influence in the world.

If it were said that the 'Heavenly Ranking' was created by them, that would make sense.

Of course, Hong Yuan only took this as casual conversation and didn't pay much attention to it. He picked up the wine pot, leisurely got up, and walked straight out of the Zen temple.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

Nan Guyun asked.

"Go out for a stroll, no need to come along."

Hong Yuan has been at Jingang Temple long enough, spending all his time with a group of monks. People might even think he's switched to a vegetarian diet. Hong Yuan has already made arrangements with Nan Guyun to visit Huaxi next.

Let's meet Feng Nanyan, the Lord of Huaxi, who is qualified to compete for the title of the world's number one swordsman!

However, before going to the Huaxi Sword Sect, Hong Yuan had to test his newly mastered skills.

A cold wind blew, causing the giant trees planted in the temple to sway, and yellow leaves to dance and scatter in the air above the Vajra Temple.

Hong Yuan's figure was as light as a flying catkin, and he rose up gracefully.

In the blink of an eye, it soared several feet, its toes lightly touching a fluttering leaf. It vanished from the temple like a fleeting shadow, falling into the street like a wisp of smoke without stirring up any dust.

At this time, the city was teeming with people, and all sorts of martial arts figures came and went in an endless stream.

With the existence of Wan Jie Dao Ren, a grandmaster who could shake the world, Songyang County was outwardly calm, but inwardly it was already turbulent, with the eyes and ears of various forces flocking to the city.

Hong Yuan still maintained the appearance of Wan Jie Dao Ren. His appearance should have caused a stir, but under the Mirror World Heart Method, his figure was like a phantom ghost, and he even reflected and absorbed the surrounding light, making everyone see him as nothing.

Walking through the bustling crowd, surrounded by a cacophony of voices, it was incredibly lively.

Hong Yuan seemed to blend into his surroundings, yet also seemed to detach himself from this world, observing what he saw and heard from an outsider's perspective.

This completely new perspective was so refreshing that he was momentarily captivated by it.

After a long while, he waved his sleeves, left the county town, and headed in one direction.

Fulong Lake.

Located in the southeast of Songyang County, it lies in a depression between the Longji River and the Yudai River, with a dense network of waterways that connect in all directions.

The entire Fulong Lake is a vast expanse of water, with numerous small islands scattered throughout, mostly occupied by pirates.

The largest and most treacherous island among them resembles a crouching dragon.

The smoke from the "Dragon's Mouth" never dissipates, and when the sun rises, it shines with a radiant glow, resembling a burning fire, hence the name "Red Dragon Island".

More than a decade ago, Red Dragon Island was occupied by a powerful band of pirates known as the "Red Dragon Gang." Over the years, under the leadership of their leader "Red Dragon" and several other members, they have roamed freely, robbing merchants and even landing on land to plunder wealthy households. Their strength has grown steadily, making them one of the largest bandit groups in Mingzhou.

On the shore of the great lake.

Dozens of people gathered here, young and old, men and women, all carrying weapons. Many of them had weathered faces and looked haggard, but their eyes were filled with ferocity and hatred.

"We were all killed by the Red Dragon Water Bandits, our families were destroyed and our lives were lost..."

A man in his fifties, with graying temples, a face full of wrinkles, and a sorrowful expression, but whose body was still strong and upright, held up a bowl of wine and said in a deep voice: "Ten years ago, I began to accumulate strength and contact all those who wished to take revenge. Over the years, I have fought many battles with that group of villains. Although I killed and wounded some bandits, many of my brothers and sisters also died or were injured."

The sorrowful man sighed, and seeing the somber faces of those present, his voice suddenly became invigorated: "But this is the best opportunity. I have received news that the traitor 'Red Dragon' has been in seclusion for over a month and has not shown himself. The bandits on the island are in a state of panic, speculating that he is already dead. The leaders are also fighting openly and secretly for power. We can take them by surprise and wipe out this enemy!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was shocked, their eyes blazing with fury. Some, more cautious, asked, "Is the Crimson Dragon really dead? If not, who will deal with him? It's said that that scoundrel is already a Grandmaster of the Subtle Realm!"

The sorrowful man turned his gaze to the side, where seven people stood, each with a different appearance. The most eye-catching was a young girl dressed in a light green robe, holding a long sword. Her face was radiant, and she possessed a heroic and valiant spirit that rivaled any man.

"Even if the Crimson Dragon is not dead, there is no need to worry. This time, I have managed to get the 'Seven Heroes of Songyang' to help..."

"The Seven Heroes of Songyang?"

Upon hearing this, the others couldn't help but turn their attention to the seven men. In fact, they had already noticed the seven men, but they thought they were the avengers that the distressed man had recruited. Only when they heard the name of the Seven Righteous Men did they show their excitement.

These seven heroes were renowned masters in Songyang County, each possessing exceptional martial arts skills. It was even rumored that the seven of them, working together, had defeated a grandmaster.

The Seven Heroes of Songyang bowed to the crowd.

"Gentlemen, before we set off, please drink this wine to the brim!" After saying this, the sorrowful man tilted his head back and gulped down the wine in the bowl, then suddenly threw the bowl to the ground.

Snapped!
The cracking sounds continued, and after a moment, the distressed man shouted sharply, "Let's go!"

Dozens of people boarded the pre-prepared speedboats, rowed swiftly towards the center of the lake, and paddled away.

They were clearly well-prepared, easily avoiding the patrolling pirates. No fighting occurred along the way, and from afar, they could see the outline of a large dragon faintly visible in the thick fog.

Those on board naturally recognized that it was Red Dragon Island. They slowed down to recover their strength and allowed the ship to enter the fog.

A quarter of an hour later, several fast boats emerged from the fog, and suddenly a large ship appeared across the river, blocking their path.

Everyone was taken aback. Suddenly, lights lit up on the large ship, and amidst the misty haze, it seemed as if a fiery dragon was rising, illuminating the lake surface.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of running could be heard, and one after another, strong men rushed onto the deck, holding bows and arrows, drawing their bows and aiming them at the people on the speedboats.

As the expressions of the Avengers and the Seven Heroes of Songyang changed drastically, several loud laughs rang out, and several men with fierce auras and sharp, piercing eyes slowly strolled to the bow of the ship.

"Damn it, it's some of the leaders of the Crimson Dragon Bandits!"

"We've fallen for their trap. How did they know we were coming?"

The Avengers looked grim, quickly realizing the problem. They gripped their weapons tightly and exchanged suspicious glances.

The young female swordsman in green suddenly drew her sword, the sword light splitting open like a startled swan, swiftly pointing towards the back of the sorrowful man standing at the bow of the boat.

The distressed man seemed to have been prepared. He paused, spun the steel knife in his hand, and with a loud clang, sparks flew.

The sorrowful look on the gray-haired man's face vanished, replaced by a cold, brooding expression as he looked at the girl in green: "How did you guess it was me?"

The girl in green looked even colder, pointing her sword at the other side, and said in a cold voice, "I didn't notice anything. I was just testing you with my sword. If you don't react, I can't hurt you."

"You scoundrel, it was you!" The Seven Heroes of Songyang were furious, and the other avengers also shouted curses.

On the large ship, a bandit leader laughed and said, "Seventh Brother, come back. You have done a great job this time. Not only did you eliminate these arrogant bastards, but you also brought back the Seven Heroes of Songyang. These seven guys are even more audacious and have repeatedly ruined the plans of my Red Dragon Gang."

"Seventh Brother?" Among the Seven Heroes of Songyang, a short, stout man stepped forward and looked at the man with graying temples. "The 'Poisonous Serpent Strategist' who ranks seventh in the Crimson Dragon Gang?"

"Hehe!" The strategist of the venomous snake laughed: "I dare not accept the name of the venomous snake. If I were truly a venomous snake, the wine you drink would be laced with poison. You should thank me for my great mercy."

In fact, the Seven Heroes of Songyang were not his hired helpers, but came to lend a hand on their own initiative. The strategist, Poisonous Serpent, dared not use poison because he could not fathom their methods and was afraid of making things worse.

Of course, the group had now fallen into a trap. The two or three thousand Red Dragon Gang bandits were now sitting ducks, at their mercy. As for how many of their men would die, that was a minor matter.

The girl in green remained silent. With a flash of sword light, she shot out like an arrow. The strategist swung his knife to block, and was about to laugh when the long sword spun like a bolt of lightning and lightly brushed against his hand.

With a loud cry of "Ah!", the strategist, whose two fingers had been severed, plunged into the lake and disappeared from sight.

Upon seeing this, the leader of a bandit gang on the large ship was not angered at all. Instead, his eyes lit up: "What a feisty young lady! 'Green Water Sword' Zhu Yunling? I want this little vixen!"

"Hey! Third brother, your words don't count. Whoever takes it wins!"

Zhu Yunling's face was filled with murderous intent as she looked at her sworn brothers. Their eyes met, and their expressions were resolute, knowing that a deadly battle was inevitable today.

The venomous strategist suddenly popped his head out from the side of the large ship, reached out and swiftly darted onto the deck. Clutching his hand, he shouted angrily, "Kill them! Do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bandit on the watchtower blew his conch shell. The sharp sound rang out, followed by a great roar. From both sides of the large ship, fast boats surged out. At a glance, there were probably nearly a hundred of them, each filled with fierce-looking bandits.

"Fire arrows!"

A command was given aboard the large ship, followed by a series of whooshing sounds as a hail of arrows rained down.

The Seven Heroes of Songyang, a group of avengers, hurriedly brandished their weapons to fend off the incoming arrows, and soon suffered casualties.

On the large ship, the leaders of the pirates looked down at each other leisurely, treating it as just a game.

Soon, a volley of arrows passed, and nearly a hundred ships carrying pirates surrounded them, and a fierce battle ensued.

The venomous strategist bandaged his wounds, glanced coldly at Zhu Yunling who was wielding her sword, then looked at the other leaders and asked, "Why didn't Brother Chilong come?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the several leaders standing on the deck became somewhat unnatural, and a hint of fear appeared in their eyes.

Before they could answer, a strong wind suddenly swept through the air, and the thick fog that had been spreading several meters above suddenly parted, making the sky seem brighter.

Several bandit leaders looked up in surprise, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Several feet above, a figure with flowing sleeves appeared gracefully. Just as it was about to land, it lightly touched the ground with its feet, stepping on the void as if it were stepping on an invisible step. Riding the wind, it instantly covered a distance of about twenty feet and arrived above the large ship.

The bandit leaders and the strategist, who noticed the strange occurrence, were stunned into silence, as if they were in a dream.

The figure then seemed to have stepped into thin air, crashing down with a dull thud as it landed on the ground.

Hong Yuan patted his clothes, ignoring the group of dumbfounded bandits, and muttered to himself, "The idea of ​​the high monk who created 'Prajna Void Force' is feasible. It is to see the emptiness, reduce the burden of material things, use wisdom to control the void, eliminate all worldly constraints, and use force to achieve the ability to fly."

"But while the idea is feasible, it is far from being achieved by relying solely on 'Prajna Void Force'."

Before his fight with the Red Lotus Saint Lord, Hong Yuan's "Eight Forces in One" could only fuse three forces. Now, nearly a month later, he is able to use the Six Void Forces to circulate throughout his body and balance the various techniques at an increasingly faster pace, and can now unleash five forces simultaneously.

This brief ability to remain suspended in mid-air is a fusion of five forces: Prajna Vacuum Force, Spinning Dharani Force, Flowing Cloud Unstable Force, and even includes some of the mysteries of the Mirror World Mind Method.

Although the ability to remain suspended in the air for only a few breaths is something that some techniques in the world can also achieve, to achieve such a feat through sheer strength is already a breakthrough that surpasses predecessors and paves the way for the future.

"Don't be fooled by him, this is magic!" Perhaps because of the sharp pain in his finger, the venomous strategist was more alert and was the first to come to his senses, shouting loudly.

Hong Yuan looked over and his gaze fell on the venomous strategist. He smiled slightly and said, "You're so smart, don't you know that smart people don't live long?"

This group of pirates was the object he chose to test his new skills.

The strategist sensed that the other party had pounced on him as soon as he finished speaking, and his first move was a deadly attack, all aimed at his vital points.

He hurriedly retreated, snatched a steel knife from somewhere, and began to fight fiercely with his opponent, shouting, "Brothers, come and help me!"

But on the large ship, shouts of battle were already rising, the sounds of clashing swords were incessant, and everyone's eyes were gleaming as they faced enemies coming from all directions.

Hong Yuan flicked his fingers, causing ripples to spread out and numerous tiny lights to flicker. It seemed as if hundreds or thousands of phantoms appeared within them. This was the wonderful use of the Mirror World Heart Method to reverse reality and illusion.

Without having to lift a finger, you can make your enemies kill each other.

Then his eyes darted to the boats below, carrying pirates and surrounding one of them. He grabbed one with his large hand and muttered, "Die!"

call!
Suddenly, a chilling wind seemed to rise from the depths of hell, quickly merging into the void. The pirates on the ships were filled with terror, their expressions utterly horrified, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Immediately afterwards, a series of "plop plop" sounds followed, and one after another, without even uttering a cry of pain, they fell into the water.

Hong Yuan felt a slight heaviness in his head, as if he had been gently tapped with a wooden mallet. This was the killing technique of the 'Taiyin Soul-Slaying Curse', which had ended the lives of nearly a hundred people in an instant.

With his powerful spirit, it was much easier for him to perform the ritual than for the Venerable of Nirvana, without the need for such lengthy incantations.

He then changed directions several times, unleashing his curses one after another, killing one or two hundred people. The bandits were terrified by the inexplicable deaths and injuries of their companions.

"A ghost! A ghost!"

"A ghost is claiming my life!"

The pirates on the fast boats were in a panic, so frightened that they couldn't even hold their knives steady. Although these pirates were usually ruthless, they were also the most superstitious about ghosts and gods, and at this moment they thought they were being attacked by a vengeful ghost.

The Avengers, who thought they were doomed, seized the opportunity and began a massacre.

The Seven Heroes of Songyang, being highly skilled in martial arts, had a chance to catch their breath. They immediately focused their attention on Hong Yuan on the deck of the large ship. They saw that while the pirates on the ship were killing each other, this man alone remained calm, with not a single drop of blood on his robes.

Even the pirates who fought him intentionally or unintentionally avoided him.

"Is it related to this person?" Zhu Yunling looked over.

At this moment, a roar came from Red Dragon Island, like the sound of a wild beast. Hong Yuan's figure swayed and he floated to the surface of the water. The clear waves under his feet rippled and splashes rose up. He swept across the hundred-foot lake as if walking on flat ground, and flew up and landed on the island.

Moments later, Hong Yuan arrived at the heart of the Red Dragon Gang's water stronghold, where chaos reigned, with roars and screams filling the air.

"The boss has gone mad!"

"Run away!"

Hong Yuan looked over and saw a tall figure charging back and forth, roaring madly. His eyes were bloodshot and he had completely lost his mind. He was tearing apart bandits with his bare hands, limbs flying everywhere. At other times, he was gnawing on other people's bodies with his teeth.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the man was now a blood-soaked figure.

Hong Yuan's eyes fell on the blood-covered man's chest, and his spiritual senses reacted. Perhaps sensing his probing gaze, the blood-covered man directly knocked away a bandit and roared as he charged towards him.

puff!

As the blood-soaked man rushed closer, a stench assaulted his nostrils, and his head flew off. Hong Yuan unleashed a burst of energy from his fingertips, which transformed into a slender blade that sliced ​​through the man's neck with a single stroke.

Immediately afterwards, with his fingers like hooks, he made a cut and a hook on the chest of the blood-soaked man before he fell to the ground, and the next moment, a sign covered in blood flew out.

Square in shape, about the size of a baby's palm, Hong Yuan raised an eyebrow, sensing that the sign was actually made of human bone.

His palm was brimming with power. He grabbed the dominoes with his backhand and they landed in his palm. Immediately, a subtle ripple spread out, and a vortex suddenly appeared before Hong Yuan's eyes.

"Um?!"

The next moment, Hong Yuan felt a weight on his back. When he turned his gaze, a white shadow was lying on his back, and a pair of cold, unrecognizable eyes stared directly at him.

"Void Soul Qi?"

(End of this chapter)