Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 271 The Tang Clan's Immortals (4k4)

Li Fu spoke calmly, his voice neither loud nor soft.

The remaining Tang Clan disciples in the courtyard were completely silent, trembling with fear. No one dared to respond; you could hear a pin drop.

The Tang Clan disciples, who had been so aggressive just moments before, were now either dead or wounded, their courage gone. Looking at that young figure standing with his hands behind his back, they saw an invincible martial arts legend.

The night wind rustled through the flower trellis, making the flowers and trees in the garden whisper in the breeze. The strong fragrance of the flowers was now mixed with a heavy smell of blood.

As the clouds parted and the moon appeared, its clear light shone brightly again. The figure standing with his hands behind his back stood motionless in the moonlight, as immovable as a mountain.

Li Fujing single-handedly defeated almost all the masters of the Tang Clan, and his clothes were spotless, his hair was perfectly styled, and he was completely unharmed.

Standing beneath the flower trellis, Song Zhaoxue stared intently at that retreating figure, the shock she felt beyond words.

She remembered clearly that when she last parted ways with Li Fu, his martial arts skills were already quite high, and he was almost unmatched among the younger generation of martial arts masters, and he was already able to catch up with some well-known masters.

But that was still within the realm of the younger generation, and their martial arts skills were still within the boundaries that ordinary people could understand.

At this moment, she witnessed with her own eyes that invisible sword of energy, which could neither be seen nor heard, suddenly grew to a length of ten feet and swept across the four directions, and then shrank to a foot or so and thrust at close range. Its length changed at will, and it was truly unpredictable and ethereal.

Such martial arts skills are so formidable that it's hard to find an opponent in the entire martial arts world.

Song Zhaoxue stood there, stunned, her heart surging with emotion, unable to calm down for a long time.

Tang Xiao, the leader of the Tang Clan, was still standing in the same spot, but the composure on his face had long since vanished. His withered hands clenched tightly in his sleeves, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force, and his face was ashen, as if covered with a layer of frost.

He watched helplessly as his entire family of experts—his aunt, cousin, brother-in-law, several sons, and thirty or forty Tang Clan masters—were all defeated by a young man.

The century-old heritage of the Tang Clan was crushed in public.

"Miss----"

Just then, several figures hurriedly emerged from the shadows on one side of the courtyard wall.

The first person was Wei Ying, who moved nimbly. Tai Shu and Song Feizhang followed behind her. The three of them walked quickly but landed silently, having been lying in wait for a long time.

They did arrive early.

When chaos erupted within the Tang Clan and experts moved about, they immediately sensed something was wrong. Fearing that Li Fu and Song Zhaoxue were trapped, they rushed over and hid in the shadows to observe the situation. They intended to use their hidden position to their advantage and wait for an opportunity to help.

But they watched the entire fight from the shadows in the corner, from Tang Yubai's first move to the encirclement by several Tang Clan masters, from the...

From the rain of hidden weapons to Tang Yuan's Seven-Step Soul-Severing Sword, they tried several times to rush out to help, but they saw Li Fu alone with his sword, unstoppable, knocking down Tang Clan masters one by one.

By the time they realized the situation and understood that they couldn't really help, the battle was already over.

Wei Ying, Uncle Tai, and Song Feizhang looked at each other, all seeing the same shock and disbelief in each other's eyes. Then they emerged from the shadows and hurried to Song Zhaoxue's side.

Wei Ying asked with concern, "Miss, are you alright?"

Song Zhaoxue shook her head, but her gaze remained fixed on Li Fu's retreating figure, lingering for a long time.

Uncle Tai had worked in the Prince's Palace in the past and had seen a lot of things, but even he was shocked at this moment.

He stared at Li Fu's figure standing with his hands behind his back and murmured in a deep voice, "How can a young man's martial arts be so high?"

How did the people in the Prince's mansion choose him from among all the orphans to die in his place? Was it really because he was exceptionally handsome and stood out from the crowd?

This nearly led to the death of a martial arts prodigy amidst the chaos of battle.

Song Feizhang was even more shocked. As a member of the imperial family, he had practiced some martial arts to strengthen his body and for self-defense, and had also met some masters, but he had never seen anyone with such high martial arts skills.

"Li—Captain Li's martial arts skills are truly like a martial arts legend."

No wonder the constable treated him with such courtesy, despite him being a junior member of the martial arts world.

Just as the group was reeling from the shock, a suppressed, heart-wrenching wail suddenly echoed through the courtyard.

"It itches so much—it itches so much—"

The voice was hoarse and broken, as if it were struggling to squeeze out from the depths of the earth.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw several Tang Clan disciples frantically surrounding a person in the shadows around the corner of the courtyard wall.

Tang Fengzhi was covered in blood, his clothes were torn to shreds, and his face, neck and arms were covered with crisscrossing scratches, with flesh torn and mangled, a truly gruesome sight.

He was rescued during the chaos of the battle.

While fighting with the Tang Clan's experts, Li Fuzao noticed that someone took advantage of the chaos to rescue Tang Fengzhi and move him aside, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

With the Life-and-Death Talisman already planted, Tang Fengzhi's life and death are now entirely in his control. No matter where he is rescued or placed, the outcome will be the same.

After rescuing Tang Fengzhi, the Tang Clan disciples attempted to detoxify him.

Someone brought him a rare antidote from the Tang Clan and put it in his mouth; someone else used their internal energy to circulate blood through his meridians; and someone else tested his acupoints with silver needles.

After examining the abnormality inside his body for most of the day, Tang Fengzhi's intense itching and pain not only did not improve in the slightest, but actually became more severe.

The disciples were all covered in sweat, filled with fear and dread.

The Tang Clan is the originator of all poisons in the world. Their treasured antidote pills, if not all poisons in the world, are close enough.

But why can't they get rid of that thing inside the eldest son's body?

What kind of poison is this?

How could there be a poison in the world that even the Tang Clan couldn't handle?

As the effects of the Life and Death Talisman intensified, Tang Fengzhi's wails reached a heart-wrenching level, and he no longer resembled the martial arts scion who had guided Li Fu and the others during the day.

Uncle Tai was also terrified, alarmed by Li Fu's methods, and stole a glance at Li Fu's profile.

His previous vigilance and precautions probably went unnoticed.

"Antidote—I need the antidote—"

Tang Fengzhi rolled and writhed on the ground, scratching his chest, neck, and cheeks incessantly with both hands. His fingernails were filled with bits of flesh and blood, and his ten fingers were dripping with blood. The intense itching had seeped from his very bones into every inch of his skin. He wished he could tear himself to pieces.

He screamed and cried out, desperately reaching out his hand towards Li Fu.

"Li Fu—Li Fu—Give me the antidote—Please give me the antidote—I'll do anything you ask—I'll do anything you ask—I'm dying of itching—My bones—My tendons—How can there be such a terrible poison in the world—"

Li Fu stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Tang Fengzhi, who was rolling and groaning on the ground, his face expressionless.

He had spoken softly to the maid Xinghua earlier, but now, facing Tang Fengzhi, he only showed a condescending indifference, as if he controlled life and death.

"If you want the antidote, you can."

Say what you didn't finish saying earlier.

Tang Fengzhi trembled. Just now, when Li Fu asked him why Tang Ling had escaped from the Tang Clan and where the old servant had gone, he would rather die than speak.

But at this moment, the torment of the Life and Death Talisman had reached the limit of what he could bear. The intense itching and pain came in waves, each stronger than the last. He felt as if every bone in his body was being gnawed by millions of ants, and every tendon was being burned by invisible tongues of fire.

This kind of torment is unbearable even for someone made of iron.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

"It's a soldier figure—a soldier figure—Ninth Sister thinks it's too cruel—"

Tang Fengzhi's lips trembled as he finally uttered those words.

"Sir, shut up!"

But as soon as he uttered those words, Tang Xiao, seeing that his son was about to reveal the Tang Clan's greatest secret, bristled, his face turned ashen, and he struck out with a palm strike as sharp as a knife, hitting Tang Fengzhi squarely on the back of the neck.

He struck with great force in anger, and given Tang Fengzhi's weakened state at that moment, he should have fainted on the spot.

But how could the excruciating itching and pain caused by the Life and Death Talisman be relieved simply by knocking someone unconscious?

Tang Fengzhi was in extreme itching and pain, his whole body was convulsing, and no external blow could overpower the torment that penetrated to the bone, causing him to fall into a peaceful coma.

He was hit so hard that his body swayed violently. Although his mind was mostly confused, the intense itching still raged deep in his bones.

Tang Fengzhi was still muttering in pain, his voice broken and faint.

"It itches so much—it itches so much—kill me—no, no—let me go—please—"

"Everyone says that the Tang Clan acts ruthlessly and viciously."

They really should see what Officer Li is capable of.

Seeing his son tortured into a grotesque, inhuman state, Tang Xiao's face grew increasingly grim, his gaze turning sinister and sharp as he shot towards Li Fu.

Soldier figure —

"Sect Leader Tang is still too modest."

Although Tang Fengzhi was interrupted after only uttering half a sentence, those two words were enough for Li Fu. They were enough to connect all the doubts and conjectures that had accumulated in his heart, like pearls rolling on a jade plate, and suddenly make sense of everything.

Li Fu sneered, his gaze falling on Tang Xiao, and said coldly, "When I first dealt with you Tang Clan members, it was because of the soldier and the Nine Deaths Divine Skill."

At that time, although you and Wujiang Jushi were both under Cai Feng's command, whether it was to gain favor with Cai Feng or for your own ambitions, you were plotting to acquire Wujiang Jushi's military tactics and the Nine Deaths Divine Skill.

"I stopped you then."

But it seems you succeeded in the end.

"To seek refuge with Cai Feng?"

Tang Xiao's face was gloomy. Suddenly, he let out a cold laugh, which was tinged with mockery and arrogance.

"Officer Li is underestimating our Tang Clan."

Our Tang Clan has existed for over a hundred years. When have we ever sided with anyone or served as anyone's lackey or henchman?

It was simply a collaboration with Cai Feng, where each party got what they wanted.

He is a powerful official in the imperial court, and we are powerful figures in the martial arts world. He needs our Tang Clan to handle some matters that he cannot handle himself.

We need to leverage his power to expand and broaden the Tang Clan's business of hidden weapons and poisons.

That's all.

Li Fu remained indifferent, listening quietly.

Tang Xiao continued, "As for the Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique and the Nine Deaths Divine Skill—they are indeed rare techniques in this world, and they are of great use to our Tang Clan."

But don't underestimate the Tang Clan. The Tang Clan has its own foundation. Although the Immortal Daoist once shook the world, the Tang Clan's accumulated strength is no less than his.

The Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique and the Nine Deaths Divine Skill can only truly unleash their full power in the hands of the Tang Clan.

Li Fu narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "The Hermit Wujiang died at my hands."

I remember that the Golden Needle Acupuncture and the Soldier Man Technique seem to be only known by one person: Li Tiangu, the disciple who escaped from the clutches of the Wujiang Hermit.

Speaking of Li Tiangu, he killed many martial arts masters when he was delirious. Afterwards, he was thrown into the Iron Prison of Yanzhou, and Li Fu never paid any attention to him again.

Although he had long harbored the ambition to build up his own power base, the Nine Deaths Divine Skill and the Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique were ultimately too cruel and too destructive to human nature, and were not the way he would use them, so he did not take them to heart.

But now it seems that this old story has a sequel.

Tang Xiao's gloomy sneer deepened, and he said, "Li Tiangu?"

He should actually be called Tang Tiangu.

He is the illegitimate son of my Tang family who was lost and raised away.

When I found him, he was just an orphan without parents, wandering around, eating and sleeping in the open.

His greatest wish in life was to move his mother's grave to the Tang family ancestral cemetery, so that she could be laid to rest as a member of the Tang family, instead of being buried as a woman who had an affair and was abandoned by her family, not even allowed to be buried in her own ancestral grave, and not even given the status of a concubine.

His voice turned cold.

"After I found him, I arranged for him to infiltrate under the command of the Hermit of No Frozen Body, so that my Tang family could obtain the Nine Deaths Divine Skill and the Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique."

I sent many other people in, but unfortunately, none of them survived to the end like him and obtained all the secret techniques.

Li Fu raised an eyebrow slightly and said.

"So, when Li Tiangu escaped from Wujiang Jushi, your Tang Clan was able to learn of the news immediately not because you had been monitoring Wujiang Jushi's movements, but because he was someone you had arranged."

He contacted you immediately after he escaped.

However, very soon—he went berserk and lost his memory because he had only partially mastered the Nine Deaths Divine Skill, forcing your Tang Sect to send people to search for him with great difficulty.

Tang Xiaodao.

"good.

After he regained his memory, our Tang Clan made some arrangements and rescued him from the iron prison in Yanzhou.

He willingly followed us back to the Tang Clan.

I promised to move his mother's grave to the Tang family's ancestral cemetery, and in return, he handed over the complete secret techniques of the Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique and the Nine Deaths Divine Skill.

Unfortunately, after he got what he wanted, he was disheartened and felt extremely guilty for accidentally injuring and causing the deaths of too many people. He wanted to retire from the martial world and no longer serve the Tang Clan.

But it doesn't really matter.

What the Tang Clan planned from beginning to end was ultimately for our Tang Clan.

"Retiring from the martial world?"

Sect Leader Tang, will you allow him to retire from the martial world?

"Would you allow someone who knows all the secrets of the Nine Deaths Divine Skill and the Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique to leave peacefully without being used by your Tang Clan?"

Li Fu stared coldly into Tang Xiao's eyes and asked.

"Is Li Tiangu still alive?"

Actually, there's no need to ask this question; the answer is self-evident.

Tang Xiao chuckled coldly twice, offering no reply, which was the best answer he could give.

The night breeze seemed to freeze for a moment.

Upon hearing this series of secrets, Song Zhaoxue, Wei Ying, Tai Shu, and Song Feizhang's expressions changed from shock to chill.

The Nine Deaths Divine Skill and the Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique were originally martial arts and secret techniques of the Wujiang Hermit lineage, but later they belonged to the Tang Clan.

How could a cold-blooded and ruthless clan like the Tang Clan allow someone who possesses the Tang Clan's top secrets to leave and become uncontrollable? It's not hard to imagine what Li Tiangu's fate would be.

"Think about it, Li Tiangu is also extremely pitiful. He was born an orphan and experienced the coldness and warmth of human life. He was used by your Tang Clan and infiltrated the hands of Wu Jiang Jushi, living a life of uncertainty and suffering. Later, he felt extremely guilty for accidentally killing someone and wanted to retire from the martial world, but your Tang Clan abandoned him after using him."

I fear he never experienced a moment of peace or happiness throughout his entire life.

Li Fu said coldly, gaining an increasingly profound understanding of the ruthlessness of the Tang Clan.

Stop talking nonsense.

"Today you have defeated all the masters of my Tang Clan, which has truly exceeded my expectations."

Tang Xiao's voice was even deeper than before, his expression revealing murderous intent, as well as a hint of sinister arrogance. He slowly took out a dark, small bell from his sleeve.

"But do you think that's all?"

Since you already know some secrets, that's fine too.

Today, I will let you appreciate the peerless weapon that our Tang Clan has completed in my generation as the Tang Clan leader, but which has not yet been revealed to the world.

The Tang Clan's Undying Man is completely comparable to, and even surpasses, the Peacock Plume left by the Tang Clan's ancestors!

He gently shook the bell, and it jingled.