The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 61 A single spear pierces the sky, the flowing clouds have no fixed form (5k views, please subscribe!)

A powerful aura swept over us, and a murderous intent permeated the air.

With cleavers slashing from the front and longswords thrusting from behind, Hong Yuan was instantly caught in a pincer attack.

He stood motionless, as steady as a mountain, and suddenly reached out, striking Cheng Gang's wrist as if lightning struck before he could strike.

Cheng Gang felt a numbness in his arm, as if he had been electrocuted. The cleaver fell to the ground, but Hong Yuan raised his hand and used a force to bounce the cleaver off the hilt as it fell.

Swish!
The broadsword suddenly began to spin rapidly, flying forward at an even faster speed, passing over Hong Yuan's shoulder like a hurricane, and meeting a figure thrusting a sword straight at him.

A tall, strong, and handsome swordsman rushed over, his long sword thrusting out, only inches from Hong Yuan's back. He immediately felt a gust of evil wind hit his face, making him shudder.

Startled, he looked up and saw a dark shadow rolling towards him. The next moment, his face was wracked with pain as he was slammed in the face by a tremendous force and fell backward.

The large cleaver was already embedded in his face, seemingly splitting it in two. The strong smell of blood filled the air, instantly startling the guests in the restaurant who cried out in alarm.

But many more martial artists had already risen up, weapons in hand, watching with predatory eyes.

In front of Hong Yuan, Cheng Gang stared blankly at his empty palm, his mouth agape, his mind seemingly frozen.

A gentle voice rang out: "What are you fighting for? Are you out of your mind? People like this are rare indeed."

Cheng Gang was startled and was about to back away when Hong Yuan grabbed a handful of bamboo chopsticks and shoved them into his wide-open mouth, followed by a slap of his hand.

Phew!

A handful of bamboo chopsticks were plunged into Cheng Gang's mouth, instantly piercing the back of his neck, and gushing blood splattered against the wall behind him.

As the shopkeeper and waiter screamed, seven or eight more people attacked. Hong Yuan raised his hand and gripped the cloth-wrapped gun, causing it to tremble violently. Fragments flew like butterflies, and silver light leaped up, like lightning and silver snakes, dancing in the air.

With a clear, crisp "ding," the two gun sections joined together. With the deadly throat-locking gun in hand, Hong Yuan's figure swayed, and he flashed away like lightning.

At the same time, a silver spear also began to move.

Fast! Faster than a bolt of lightning that ripped through the sky, a thunderous roar followed by a swift disappearance, both incredibly sharp and breathtaking.

With a short, sharp whistling sound, in the blink of an eye, the seven or eight people who were rushing towards Hong Yuan were all sent flying backward, each with a deep gash in their throat.

In a flash, he stabbed several people, killing them all with the speed of a single thrust!
The remaining martial artists who had not yet drawn their weapons and rushed forward to attack were horrified and collapsed to their seats.

Only one middle-aged man, who had already taken two steps forward, raised his steel knife, and had a large black mole between his eyebrows, stumbled backward with a look that seemed to be both crying and laughing. He crashed through the door and window behind him and fell onto the long street.

Hong Yuan waved his hand, and a silver ingot was pinned to the counter. He looked at the trembling shopkeeper and said, "Here's your compensation!"

As they spoke, the figure flashed out of the restaurant.

The man with the mole staggered, his face pale, and with a last ounce of courage, he ran away, knocking over two pedestrians. Suddenly, he stopped and stared ahead, his face ashen.

A few steps away, a young man dressed in simple blue clothes, carrying a silver spear, with handsome features and an unforgettable demeanor.

The man with the mole seemed to have seen a demon; his legs went weak, and he slid to his knees.

"What famous sects and masters are there in Qingping County?" Hong Yuan asked, looking at him.

The man with the mole answered tremblingly and cautiously.

A moment later, Hong Yuan got the answer, turned around, and stepped out.

The man with the mole slumped, letting out a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief at surviving a disaster. A flash of silver light pierced through his throat.

"You swung your knife at me just now too!"

The man with the mole made a gurgling sound in his throat and collapsed dead on the street.

As screams erupted all around, Hong Yuan didn't turn his head. He sheathed his spear and walked forward unhurriedly.

Only after his figure disappeared into the distance did heavy breathing fill the restaurant. The remaining martial artists stared at the corpse on the ground, cold sweat rolling down their foreheads, still shaken.

"Such fast marksmanship, such ruthless shooting!"

"Go ahead and rob these 100,000 taels if you want, I'm not going to keep you company!" A swordsman with slightly graying temples sighed. Through the broken doors and windows, he saw the people lying dead on the street, his face full of lingering fear.

After traveling southwest for more than ten miles out of the city, one comes to a mountain covered with lush, verdant trees whose canopies cascade like waves.

As the mountain wind blows, the leaves rustle and flutter.

This mountain is called Maoping Mountain. It is less than 100 zhang high and the terrain is relatively gentle. Hong Yuan walked along the mountain path and soon reached the summit.

A flat area has been carved out of the summit, with a plaza, houses, and palaces, which is the location of a martial arts sect.

Wuding Sword Sect!

Two sword disciples, a man and a woman, dressed in brocade robes, were practicing sword techniques in the arena. The man was handsome and the woman was pretty and charming. They were both only seventeen or eighteen years old. Their long swords clashed back and forth, producing the sound of swords ringing out.

The male disciple caught a glimpse of Hong Yuan approaching out of the corner of his eye. He immediately leaped back, sheathed his longsword, and shouted loudly at Hong Yuan, "Halt, you who come here!"

He leaped forward, blocking Hong Yuan's path: "This is a private place, and we never receive outsiders. Please leave immediately."

The disciples of the Wuding Sword Sect lived on the mountain, with cultivated fields behind their houses. Even if there were any shortcomings, they would only go to the county town to purchase supplies once every ten days or half a month, and each time it was a different person who went. Therefore, they were unaware of the major events that had recently caused a sensation in the prefecture, and they had never seen Hong Yuan's bounty notice.

The female disciple hid behind the male disciple, peeking at Hong Yuan. Seeing his radiant appearance and unparalleled charm, she couldn't help but feel a little shy.

"I am not an outsider."

Hong Yuan did not look at the male disciple, but instead looked at the hall behind the square. His voice suddenly became louder: "I am Hong Yuan. I have heard that there is a master living here, so I have come to learn from him."

The technique of channeling qi and blood into strength is not only applicable to combat. Hong Yuan has reached the pinnacle of mastery, touching the threshold of subtlety, and has gradually explored the technique of circulating qi and blood in his throat.

In an instant, the sound was like a booming bell, reverberating outwards.

The two disciples standing in front of Hong Yuan suddenly felt a ringing in their ears, extremely uncomfortable. When they came to their senses, the male disciple's face turned angry, and he shouted: "So it's an unwelcome guest who wants to see the martial arts of my Wuding Sword Sect. Very well! Take my sword!"

The male disciple raised his longsword and suddenly thrust it lightly. The sword's momentum was erratic and weak, as if it were being blown by the wind and swaying, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes up, sometimes down, making it impossible to predict where it would land.

Hong Yuan's eyes brightened slightly.

This sword technique is quite commendable, but the disciple's skill is too shallow. In his eyes, what was originally an exquisite sword technique becomes flashy and gimmicky.

Hong Yuan immediately discerned all the changes in the sword's momentum. Without even using his silver spear, he suddenly grabbed out with one hand and met the blade of the longsword head-on.

Upon seeing this, the female disciple exclaimed in surprise, while the male disciple's face turned cold, and he hissed, "Arrogant!"

The sword tip trembled rapidly, blooming into dazzling sword flowers. Hong Yuan, however, saw that it was aimed at his fingers. He simply smiled, his palm brimming with power, fluctuating wildly, and in an instant, it collided with the sword tip.

The sword fell into his palm, and in an instant, it was like a butterfly trapped in a spider web, struggling desperately but unable to escape.

The male disciple's face flushed red, his steps shifted rapidly, and his longsword vibrated violently, but he still couldn't break free.

Hong Yuan gradually controlled the amount of his strength until it was all drawn back into his body, allowing the longsword to escape.

The male disciple stumbled slightly, looking at Hong Yuan in shock, only to see the other nod at him and extend his palm flat: "Again!"

The male disciple blushed with embarrassment and thrust out his sword again, this time without any of the varied sword techniques from before, relying entirely on brute force.

Hong Yuan's expression turned slightly serious.

He had only decided on the spur of the moment to try his hand at disarming a blade.

Although this male disciple had not yet reached the level of internal strength, with a sword in hand, he could fight against ordinary martial artists who had reached the level of internal strength. Hong Yuan first used his palm to absorb the internal strength and receive the sword, and then gradually reduced the internal strength.

At this moment, however, he no longer used his strength, but simply used his bare hands to catch the sword.

Of course, given his quick reflexes, if anything goes slightly wrong, his strength can be unleashed at will.

As the sword flashed, Hong Yuan took a step forward, suddenly lunged forward, reached out and grabbed the sword blade with his five fingers.

The cold touch on his body caused Hong Yuan to suddenly twist his wrist, causing the longsword to abruptly twist and deform. As he released his grip, he used the back of his hand to vibrate the sword.

With a crisp 'snap', the male disciple could no longer hold on, and the longsword flew out of his hand, several feet high in the air.

Hong Yuan looked at his fair and slender hands, not even a scratch on his skin, and couldn't help but smile. With the addition of another bit of strength to his bones, his body was indeed becoming more and more resilient. One day, his body would become the strongest divine weapon.

With a crisp 'clang,' the longsword fell to the ground and bounced a few times.

The male disciple stared blankly, his expression shifting, while the female disciple's mouth agape in disbelief.

With a whooshing sound, two figures leaped out of the palace, moving like shooting stars, and suddenly arrived on the square. A gentle voice rang out: "Why would a master like you bother to toy with my disciples?"

The two people who appeared before Hong Yuan were of refined appearance, carrying long swords on their backs, wearing simple long robes, and only their hair was tied up with wooden crowns. Both of them had extraordinary features.

The speaker was slightly younger and had a refined demeanor, while the other person had a straight back and a dignified air, like an ancient pine tree.

As the two appeared, a series of chaotic footsteps sounded, and more than twenty disciples with swords rushed out of the hall, intending to surround Hong Yuan.

The elegant man waved his hand to stop the crowd and looked at Hong Yuan: "I am Qing Lingzi, the esteemed head of the Wuding Sword Sect. This is my senior brother, Qing Songzi. May I ask what brings you here?"

"I was just passing through Qingping County when I saw something interesting and came here to ask for martial arts advice," Hong Yuan said with a smile.

The enemy has already come knocking on our door and caused our disciple to suffer a crushing defeat. There is no reason for us to back down. Qing Lingzi gave Hong Yuan a deep look and bowed slightly: "Please!"

"When guests are in a situation where the host is in charge, the host should naturally make the first move!"

"it is good!"

As Qing Lingzi finished speaking, the long sword behind him was already in his hand. With a "whoosh," the sword flashed out with the wind, light and swift. The sword light flickered, as if there were many phantoms, dazzling and mesmerizing.

Compared to the previous male disciple, the exquisiteness of his swordplay and the speed of his swordsmanship were more than doubled.

However, while he was fast, Hong Yuan was even faster. With a flick of his wrist, his spear transformed into a streak of silver light, shooting through the air and striking directly at the center of the dense sword net.

Qing Lingzi's sword light faltered for a moment as the spear collided with his sword. With a loud clang, the spear bounced back and landed in Hong Yuan's palm.

He leaped up, looking down from his vantage point, and thrust out with his spear.

Qing Lingzi quickly retreated, avoiding the fierce and unparalleled spear, and then lunged forward, his sword light splitting and spreading out like mercury.

In a single strike, Hong Yuan had already gauged Qing Lingzi's approximate strength. Now, he also wanted to observe Qing Lingzi's swordsmanship, so he raised his spear to meet the attack. In an instant, spear and sword clashed, sparks flying everywhere!
Qing Lingzi retreated repeatedly, feeling his arm go numb with each strike. Hong Yuan's spear trembled, drawing a semi-circular arc, and reached Qing Songzi's head, drawing him into the attack as well.

"You two brothers should come together."

Qing Songzi already had his sword in hand when the spear came flying at him. He didn't feel humiliated at this moment. Without needing to communicate with Qing Lingzi, he joined forces with her in perfect harmony with a flash of sword light.

The two joined forces to form a dense net of swords, pressing down on Hong Yuan layer by layer. Hong Yuan did not back down, his silver light tearing through the air, ripping apart the sword nets time and time again, and intensifying his attack, forcing the two to retreat repeatedly.

A moment later, Hong Yuan flicked his spear, which transformed into a elusive silver line. In a way, it resembled the swordplay of his two fellow disciples. With two clangs, the two swords flew from his hands.

puff!

Hong Yuan planted the silver spear in the ground, leaped forward, waved his hands, and laughed heartily: "I've seen your skills with weapons, now I'd like to ask you about your fist and foot techniques."

The Wuding Sword Sect disciples watching the battle were completely dumbfounded. In their eyes, their masters were already unparalleled experts, yet this young man had actually fought two against one and easily knocked the swords out of their masters' hands.

The male disciple who had fought Hong Yuan earlier was particularly shocked.

Bang bang bang!
With the impact of their punches and kicks, and the clash of their forces, Hong Yuan was able to definitively determine the strength of the two men. He was also slightly surprised that such a small sword sect actually had two masters at the level of 'controlling their attacks at will'.

Furthermore, both of them have made significant strides in achieving a level of mastery over time.

As early as when the male disciple displayed his swordsmanship, Hong Yuan had a sudden realization that this trip would yield unexpected gains, and now he was completely certain.

The lineage of the Wuding Sword Sect is likely extremely extraordinary, perhaps even surpassing that of the Fuhu Sect, which lacks the crucial secrets of the Subtle Techniques.

In this world of martial arts, sects with a solid foundation often use cryptic language in their secret techniques. Hong Yuan could not possibly force him to reveal the secrets. Fortunately, he had exceptional comprehension and, through his battles with his opponents, he was able to gradually discern and learn their methods of force.

Hong Yuan controlled his power output, seemingly keeping pace with the two. After fighting for about a quarter of an hour, the two were exhausted and stumbled backward.

In fact, most martial arts in this world emphasize a single, fatal blow. Even when fighting against opponents of the same level, a single misstep can result in an instant kill.

They fought for half a quarter of an hour. Although they didn't exchange blows with their full strength all the time, it was still a long time, especially since they had previously fought with weapons.

Qing Lingzi and Qing Songzi withdrew, their faces showing shock. Looking at Hong Yuan's young face, they felt a sense of defeat as a new generation replaced the old.

"Your martial arts are astonishing, we are truly impressed!" Qing Lingzi sighed. Even though he had already lost, he was not without manners.

Hong Yuan laughed and said, "Why are you two in such a hurry to admit defeat? We're not finished yet. Go and rest to recover your strength. We'll fight again later."

For three consecutive days, Hong Yuan stayed in the Wuding Sword Sect, and every day he would fight three or four times with his fellow disciples Qing Lingzi and Qing Songzi.

The more they fought, the more shocked they became. They weren't surprised by Hong Yuan's martial arts skills, as they already knew that.

puff!puff!
Two crisp sounds struck Hong Yuan's body. Although they were clearly hit hard, Qing Lingzi and Qing Songzi felt as if their palms were sinking into a flowing breeze and gentle water. Most of the force was dissipated and poured elsewhere.

The two sighed, exchanged a glance, and without any further doubt, confirmed a startling guess.

Qing Lingzi smiled wryly and said, "Your talent is truly astonishing. I never expected that you would have learned so much of our sect's secret internal energy cultivation method in just a few days."

Qing Songzi also looked bitter and nodded to Hong Yuan: "Please come with me, sir."

The three of them entered the main hall and arrived at a secret room. Qing Lingzi and Qing Songzi quickly took out a booklet and handed it to Hong Yuan.

"This is the method of our sect's 'Flowing Clouds Without Fixed Force.' If you don't understand any of the hidden meanings within it, please feel free to ask my fellow disciples. There's no need to torment us any further."

"You two are joking!"

Qing Lingzi and Qing Songzi exchanged a glance, shook their heads and sighed; they couldn't bring themselves to laugh.

They were originally carefree people, but in the past few days they felt they had sighed more times than in the previous decades combined.

Hong Yuan took the booklet and saw that the first part was an introduction to this force.

This "flowing cloud without fixed force" is an extension and variation of soft force, and is extremely versatile. It can be applied to the enemy or to oneself, making the area covered by the force as soft and changeable as a gentle breeze and flowing water, thus neutralizing the enemy's force and even weapon attacks.

Of course, how much can be neutralized depends on one's own spiritual cultivation achievements.

"This force is probably top-notch even among those at the microscopic level. The two inheritors are truly extraordinary."

Hong Yuan looked at the two of them and smiled.

Qing Lingzi felt both proud and ashamed: "Our seniors left behind such wonderful methods, but we, their descendants, are too dull-witted to grasp their essence. We are truly unworthy."

Hong Yuan didn't know how to offer comfort, so he started asking about the hidden meanings, and Qing Lingzi and the other person answered them one by one.

The opponent has already figured out about 70-80% of the techniques through combat, so there's no point in hiding it anymore.

It's even less likely that they would give a random answer; with their talent, how could they possibly fool anyone?
While listening to the two explain, Hong Yuan browsed through the secret manual and gained a great deal by comparing it with the methods he had figured out himself. He even had a feeling of being able to apply the knowledge to other situations.

The Fuhu Sect's "Tiger's Fiery Mountain-Splitting Force" might be able to be perfected over time.

Half an hour later, Hong Yuan returned the booklet and bowed to the two men, saying, "I am truly sorry for troubling you two for the past few days. Consider it a favor I owe you. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me."

Qing Lingzi and Qing Songzi exchanged a glance, and finally their spirits lifted, their faces beaming with joy.

Such individuals are exceptionally talented and brilliant. If they were enemies, they would truly inspire fear and dread. However, if this benevolent connection could be established, it would be a great joy for the Wuding Sword Sect.

For Hong Yuan, this was just a casual promise. Of course, as long as it wasn't too outrageous, he would keep his promise if the other party encountered difficulties and came to him for help in the future.

Moreover, when someone owes favors to others, they also come into contact with those people.

Besides the two brothers, Qing Lingzi and Qing Songzi, who were quite skilled in martial arts, the Wuding Sword Sect also had several outstanding disciples.

It's not impossible to acquire it in the future.

Having made his harvest, Hong Yuan did not linger and immediately descended the mountain.

It wasn't until a few days after Hong Yuan left that a disciple from the Wuding Sword Sect who had gone down the mountain to make purchases brought back a bounty notice and placed it in front of Qing Lingzi and Qing Songzi, once again shocking the two of them and leaving them speechless.

(End of this chapter)