Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Liu Mianfeng felt a chill in his heart.

He recalled his father, Liu Jingxing, once lamenting that the martial arts world was vast and full of hidden masters, whose true masters often lived in seclusion in the mountains and cities, their martial arts skills beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

At the time, he was young and arrogant, and didn't take it seriously. He always felt that he had practiced hard for many years and abandoned the domineering but even more deadly sword technique. Ordinary masters couldn't even withstand a single blow from him.

But now, facing this person, he truly understands the meaning behind his father's words.

"—In this world, are there truly beings who have cultivated martial arts to such an unbelievable, almost celestial level!"

Shi Zhuo simply stood there, his energy and spirit as vast as the ocean, as if he were a golden Arhat. His imposing aura, as heavy as a mountain, made the heavily injured Liu Mianfeng feel short of breath and as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.

He had no doubt that if the other party wanted to, they could take his life in the blink of an eye. His swordsmanship, which he had practiced diligently for many years, was probably no different from a child wielding a stick in the other party's eyes.

escape?

The thought had barely formed when it was quickly extinguished.

Not to mention that he was seriously injured, his internal energy was disordered, and he had difficulty moving.

Even at their peak, how far could they escape from such a monstrous expert?

The opponent's terrifying agility—breaking through multiple walls as if walking on flat ground—had just been fully revealed.

Today... I'm afraid I really am going to die here.

A surge of intense grief and resentment welled up in Liu Mianfeng's heart.

He gripped the curved knife tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Even if you know you are no match for them, even if you are about to die, you must never give up and wait to die!

"At least... at least leave a mark on this golden Arhat Shi Zhuo, a mark belonging to the old grudge of the Everlasting Victory Escort Agency."

However, just as Liu Mianfeng was gathering his remaining true energy, preparing for a final gamble.

"Do you want to fight to the death?"

"You can't even stand up straight, why don't you give up?"

Shi Zhuo glanced indifferently at Liu Mianfeng, who was swaying as he stood up, clearly not taking him seriously. But suddenly his gaze shifted from Liu Mianfeng to the outside of the flower hall.

"Oh dear, Father-in-law has so many enemies these days. He just got rid of one, and now another one has arrived."

"And this one that's coming now... is different from the kid in front of us."

"oh?

"Are there still experts coming to kill me?"

Upon guessing, the father-in-law said "Oh" and also looked towards the door.

Shi Zhuo's deep, resonant voice rang out, and what he said sent a jolt through Liu Mianfeng's heart.

Another one?

Moreover, judging from Shi Zhuo's tone, the newcomer seemed to be taking the visitor quite seriously.

Liu Mianfeng subconsciously followed Shi Zhuo's gaze and saw a figure in a green robe slowly stepping into the devastated flower hall.

He recognized who this person was; he had been keeping an eye on him both openly and secretly for some time.

The newcomer was about the same age as Liu Mianfeng, with a cold and stern expression, eyes as cold as stars, and a chilling murderous aura between his brows.

Although he did not possess the imposing and imposing aura of Shi Zhuo, he exuded a sense of profound depth and unfathomable unfathomable power in every gesture.

The visitor was none other than Li Fu.

His gaze swept across the scene, and seeing Liu Mianfeng lying on the ground seriously injured, while Guess Gong was unharmed, and the imposing yellow-robed monk, he understood most of the situation.

Li Fu looked at Liu Mianfeng, who had stood up leaning on his sword, and asked, "Are you the son of Liu Jingxing, the Heavenly Gang Deadly Blade?"

The Liu Mianfeng of today no longer has the ambitious, eager-to-stand-out look in his eyes that he had when they met before. Instead, he only has resentment, anxiety, and determination. It is likely that what he did before was a pretense.

Liu Mianfeng was panting.

"Yes."

He knew Li Fu, but he didn't know whether Li Fu was friend or foe at this time. However, judging from what Shi Zhuo said, it seemed that he had come to assassinate Eunuch Yicai, and he was full of murderous aura, which did not seem to be fake. So he gritted his teeth and answered.

"Oh?"

Upon guessing, the father-in-law burst into a shrill laugh, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Are you Liu Jingxing's son?"

No wonder they came to assassinate me.

Although I had considered that among the newly recruited retainers in my household might be some martial arts figures who wanted to take my head and make a name for themselves, I never expected... that it would be the bastard child left behind by Liu Jingxing.

"I've never heard of Liu Jingxing having a son who ran away. Are you an illegitimate child or an adopted child?"

He flicked his sleeve and asked the question, but his dismissive tone clearly showed that he didn't care about the outcome.

In his eyes, Liu Mianfeng was nothing more than a tiny insect that he could crush at will.

"It's a pity I couldn't kill you, you eunuch..."

Before Liu Mianfeng could finish speaking, he coughed up another mouthful of blood, his face turning even paler.

His internal organs had been damaged by Shi Zhuo's unparalleled and powerful Arhat Qi.

"Amitabha."

Shi Zhuo said calmly, "Boy, you've been hit by my Arhat True Qi, and your internal organs are severely injured. You'd better keep quiet."

As for you…”

His gaze turned to Li Fu. Although he was chanting Buddhist mantras, the coldness between his brows was nothing like that of a compassionate monk.

"Are you Li Fu, the Dragon Palm Master who came to visit your father-in-law before?"

Why did you walk out of that door and then turn back?

Shi Zhuo chuckled.

"When I was in the other courtyard, I heard your breathing gradually stop, and your inner breath was incredibly long."

Now that we've met in person, I'm even more aware that your every move subtly conveys a Buddhist sense of returning to simplicity and harmony.

If I'm not mistaken, you've also practiced Buddhist martial arts.

Moreover, your martial arts skills... I'm afraid even the current abbot of Shaolin Temple would find it difficult to compare with you.

Li Fu glanced at Shi Zhuo.

This man was tall and imposing, his presence like that of a bronze Buddha or Arhat, giving people a sense of solidity and unshakeability. He was indeed a peerless master rarely seen in the world today.

He said slowly, "Even from across the courtyard, you can roughly tell the depth of my skill; your martial arts are indeed remarkable."

"Officer Li,"

The father-in-law spoke coldly, his voice sinister.

Why did you return?

And you exude a murderous aura... You must have been killing my retainers along the way and forced your way in, right?

What do you want to do to our family?

What do you think?

You eunuch, you think you can take this opportunity to send someone to the government jail to kill someone and cover your tracks? Is that a brilliant move?

Li Fudao.

"This eunuch...sent men to attack the government prison?"

My second uncle, and my third uncle and the others…”

Liu Mianfeng's expression changed drastically.

"They're alright, I rescued them, but the man who impersonated 'Situ Li' is dead. Come to think of it, I don't even know his name."

Li Fudao.

"His name is Feng Er. Brother Feng Er is fearless and willing to risk his life. He is a good man who will do anything to seek justice for the blood debt of hundreds of thousands of lives lost in the past."

But today, it seems this eunuch will have to continue to roam free.

A look of pain flashed across Liu Mianfeng's face.

"That's not necessarily true."

Li Fu turned his gaze to the two of them.

"Be extremely careful!"

Seeing that Li Fu was about to step forward and make a move, Liu Mianfeng took a deep breath and reminded Li Fu.

"This eunuch has considerable martial arts skills!"

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And this person… his martial arts skills… are extremely terrifying!

"How hateful!" he said, coughing up another mouthful of blood, his voice filled with anguish. "For over twenty years, my uncles and I have lived in anonymity, enduring humiliation and hardship, painstakingly plotting..."

I thought everything was foolproof.

"No matter how much scheming one does, it all comes down to martial arts skills in the end. Unfortunately, I am no match for others in combat—"

"I never expected this eunuch to not only possess such remarkable martial arts skills, but also to be so powerful, given that the Golden Arhat has been absent from the martial world for so long..."

That's enough.

Eunuch?

What's wrong with eunuchs?

You keep calling him a eunuch, a castrated thief.

The father-in-law interrupted sharply, slamming his hand on the table, a hint of annoyance and mockery on his face.

"Was I born wanting to be a eunuch?"

It was because her family was too poor and had no other way to make a living that she was sold into the palace.

How could you roughnecks understand the hardships of being a eunuch?

Before dawn, one must rise to serve the masters in the palace.

Standing aside, ready to be ordered around, they would stand there all day long.

In the dead of night, one must be ready to be called upon at any time.

One must walk without making a sound, lest one disturb the master's thoughts; when serving tea or water, one must not spill a drop.

When your master doesn't summon you, you must be like a piece of wood or a bench, not making the slightest sound or disturbing your master in the slightest!

Can you imagine such suffering?

The eunuch's voice grew even colder as he guessed, "The first thing eunuchs who enter the palace to be castrated must learn is martial arts, otherwise they simply cannot endure this kind of suffering."

They also cannot serve their masters as well.

Li Fudao.

"I have heard of this matter. The eunuchs, guards, and servants who serve the emperor in the Forbidden City are all skilled in martial arts."

But I never expected that you, this eunuch, would be so cunning and shrewd, adept at understanding the emperor's intentions, flattering and manipulating power, persecuting loyal officials, and seemingly also possessing considerable martial arts skills.

Even though the Taoist Master Leji was seriously injured by Liu Mianfeng's deadly sword technique, and the situation was not comparable to that of the eunuch Yicai, he was almost completely unharmed.

This level of martial arts skill is extremely impressive even in the martial arts world.

At this point, Liu Mianfeng gritted his teeth in resentment.

"The Deadly Blade that my father created in his lifetime is even more dangerous and ruthless than the original Heavenly Gang Deadly Blade, with every move being a fatal blow."

"How hateful that my deadly strike only managed to tear this eunuch's sleeve!"

Liu Mianfeng emphasized the difficulty of guessing his father-in-law's situation, but he was unaware of Li Fu's thoughts at that moment.

Li Fu guessed that his father-in-law's martial arts skills were not taken seriously; at this level, it didn't matter to him whether he knew martial arts or not.

"I'll just ask you one question: in the case of the theft of three million taels of disaster relief funds years ago without anyone noticing, were you the mastermind behind it?"

Upon guessing, the father-in-law's expression changed, and he laughed shrilly.

"Oh dear, Officer Li, you're wronging me!"

"It must be one of my foolish retainers acting on their own again, causing you to misunderstand something, right?"

His tone was sarcastic and he remained defiant.

A cold glint appeared in Li Fu's eyes.

"I think you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."

Do you think that because this person is blocking my way, I can't do anything to you?

He glanced at Shi Zhuo.

Shi Zhuo raised an eyebrow, clasped his hands together, and said in a booming voice, "Amitabha!"

Do you perhaps think you are a match for me, benefactor?

You are indeed a martial arts prodigy, possessing such skill and mastery at such a young age.

Unfortunately, the Arhat Sutra that Shi cultivated was an unparalleled Buddhist divine skill!

After more than ten years of arduous practice, Shi has mastered this skill and believes he has reached the highest level of the true scripture—the golden body of an Arhat. Now, even if I am chopped with swords and axes, or submerged in water and burned by fire, it will not harm me in the slightest!

"Arhat?"

Li Fu said coldly.

"Is there any Arhat like you with murderous intent and evil spirit hidden between your brows?"

Don't be ashamed!

It's just that he's mastered a certain level of skill in external martial arts.

Today I'll see if you can stop me from killing this eunuch!

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, ready to make his move!

This step seemed ordinary, but when he landed, the entire flower hall floor trembled slightly, and the blue bricks on the floor cracked with a sound, with several spiderweb-like fine cracks appearing centered on the sole of his foot.

Even before making a move, it already possesses such power; one can imagine the might of this palm strike.

In the next instant, Li Fu disappeared from his original spot. In a flash, he appeared in front of Shi Zhuo, waving his palm in an arc, using the "Regretful Dragon" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. The palm force was contained but not revealed, and he slammed down.

Shi Zhuo shouted in a low voice, "Well done!"

He neither retreated nor yielded, but instead raised his right palm to his chest and slowly pushed it forward.

This palm strike appeared slow, yet it carried a heavy, overwhelming, and unstoppable force. The palm wind was solid, and there was even a faint sound of wind and thunder!

"boom!"

The two palms clashed, producing a deep, resounding thud, like two bronze bells colliding!

The energy exploded from the center of the two people's palms, and the visible shockwave spread outwards!

The remaining intact tables and chairs in the flower hall shattered with a crack, sending wood chips flying everywhere!

The blue bricks on the ground crumbled outwards in rings, raising clouds of dust.

Standing to the side, the old man felt a gust of wind rush towards him, and was almost blown off his bed. He quickly used his internal energy to steady himself, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Liu Mianfeng was so overwhelmed by the shockwave that his blood churned. He quickly braced himself with his sword, his heart filled with horror, "Is this really two people fighting?"

In the arena, Shi Zhuo suddenly took a step back, a flash of golden light on his face. Li Fu landed, his green robe fluttering without wind, stepping on the spot where Shi Zhuo had stood.

"What powerful palm strike!"

Shi Zhuo said in a deep voice.

"I haven't fought anyone in a long time. Having a master like you as my opponent for my first battle after going into seclusion is perfect."

"You take my move too!"

He took a sudden step forward and threw a punch, which was none other than the Mighty Vajra Fist, one of the Shaolin's signature techniques.

His punches were like the wrathful eyes of a Vajra, fierce and unmatched. Wherever the wind from his punches passed, the air emitted a sharp, explosive sound!

Li Fu neither dodged nor evaded. The true qi of the Yi Jin Jing in his body surged and circulated. His century-old skill was concentrated in his right palm. He then used the move "Treading on Frost and Ice" to meet the attack head-on!

"Bang!!!"

The fist and palm collided a second time, and the sound was even louder than before.

The violent energy spread out in a ring, shattering all the windows around the flower hall, turning the window paper into butterflies in flight!

Shi Zhuo felt the opponent's palm force erupt like a mountain torrent, wave after wave, and his own Vajra Fist strength was being dissolved layer by layer. Moreover, a powerful and fierce internal force surged back up along the meridians of his arm!

He was secretly alarmed and quickly changed his move, his left palm like a knife, slashing diagonally at Li Fu's neck, which was the Shaolin Splitting Palm.

Li Fu's five fingers were like hooks, and his Dragon Claw Hand technique, like lightning, gripped Shi Zhuo's left wrist.

Shi Zhuo changed his move with incredible speed. He retracted his left palm and swept his right leg like a whip towards Li Fu's lower body. The leg wind was fierce, and it was actually the Shaolin Shadowless Leg Technique.

The two fought with lightning speed, exchanging more than ten moves in an instant.

Palm shadows, fist winds, finger strength, and leg shadows crisscrossed in the flower hall, and the sounds of colliding energies were endless.

Wherever it went, the ground cracked, the walls developed fissures, and dust fell from the beams.

The entire flower hall was teetering on the brink of collapse, as if it could crumble at any moment.