Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 272 "Your Tang Clan has gone completely mad!" (5k2)

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A clear, melodious bell rang out in the quiet night, echoing back and forth between the courtyard walls, as if something slumbering had been awakened by the sound.

Almost at the same instant the bell rang, three figures sped out from the depths of the night outside the courtyard wall.

The three figures moved with lightning speed and silence, landing simultaneously from three different directions like ghosts. They landed three steps away from Tang Xiao, kneeling on one knee and bowing their heads to obey his orders.

They were dressed entirely in white, completely covered from head to toe, with only their eyes showing. But those eyes held no trace of the liveliness one would expect from a living person; instead, they possessed an empty and cold indifference, like two stagnant pools of water.

They knelt there, their backs straight as iron, their breathing almost inaudible, exuding an inhuman coldness and hardness, as if they were not three people, but three weapons standing on the ground, waiting for Tang Xiao's order to pounce on any target without hesitation.

Li Fu's gaze swept over the three figures, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The black knight soldier that Wu Jiang Jushi made by pricking acupoints with gold needles back then really left a deep impression on me."

The dozens of black-clad riders stood silently like mountains, obeying orders without question, ruthless in their killing, and capable of charging into an army of ten thousand.

His disciples, who had practiced the Nine Deaths Divine Skill, were all rare masters in the martial arts world.

But why are there only three here?

Although he asked this question, he also knew that with Tang Xiao's confident demeanor at the moment, and even daring to say that this thing was comparable to or even surpassed the Peacock Feather, these three people were definitely not simple.

Tang Xiao revealed a hint of arrogance on his face and said, "How can the disciples and soldiers under the Wujiang Hermit compare to the immortals of my Tang Clan?"

Let me tell you, each of these three people is no less skilled than the Undying Taoist, the number one evil master in the martial arts world back then.

In some aspects, even the Immortal Daoist is far inferior to them.

"His skill is no less than that of the Immortal Daoist?"

Upon hearing the words "Immortal Taoist," Song Zhaoxue couldn't help but be startled.

Few in the martial arts world are unaware of the name of the Immortal Taoist.

Wei Ying shuddered and couldn't help but whisper, "The Immortal Taoist—that was once the number one evil master in the martial arts world."

While it has been said since ancient times that there is no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts, it is not so easy to distinguish the "number one in the world," let alone the number one master in the evil path.

The fact that the Immortal Taoist was able to maintain that position until his death shows just how terrifying his martial arts were.

It has been said in the martial arts world that no other evil master has ever been able to rival the Immortal Taoist.

Uncle Tai exclaimed in astonishment, "How is this possible? These three immortals are all comparable to the Immortal Daoist of yesteryear!"

How is this possible?

Is this Tang Clan leader just spouting nonsense?

Even his own martial arts skills are far inferior to those of the Immortal Taoist, aren't they?

Li Fu stood in the moonlight, gazing at the three silent, mountain-like figures, his face remaining completely expressionless. The night breeze brushed against his clothes, gently stirring a few strands of hair on his forehead.

"Whether it's true or not, we'll find out by trying."

Tang Xiao smiled confidently, twirled the small, black bell between his fingers, then clenched his fist and shouted sharply, "Go! Take him down!"

The three figures moved at the sound.

Three figures suddenly sprang up, their movements as swift as lightning, like ghosts and phantoms.

Their figures left three afterimages in the moonlight, closing in from three directions at a speed that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

The first man punched straight at the chest, the force of the punch cutting through the air with a muffled sound like thunder, the air being compressed and making a creaking sound.

Li Fu's sword energy swept across, and the three-foot-long white light met the iron fist. With a loud clang, like metal clashing, Li Fu felt a surge of powerful true energy from the sword, which almost caused the invisible sword energy to shatter. He involuntarily slid back half a step!

He felt a slight chill and spun around to avoid the second punch coming from his left.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another immortal's fist force sweep past the spot where he had just stood, and with a loud bang, a corner of the house behind him collapsed, with rubble flying and brick fragments scattering everywhere.

Such amazing skill.

The skill level of these three individuals was indeed unprecedented in his life.

Each strike unleashed a torrent of internal energy, like a surging tide crashing against the shore, invincible and unstoppable.

"The Tang Clan doesn't die?"

Li Fu understood—these three people had all mastered the Nine Deaths Divine Skill to its fullest extent.

Each of them possessed a skill level that was almost on par with the Undying Taoist, the former number one master of the heretical path.

The third immortal immediately attacked from the side, his movements as swift as lightning, giving the attacker no chance to catch his breath.

Li Fu frowned slightly. While fighting the three with the Six Meridians Divine Sword, he said coldly, "Tang Xiao, you are a madman."

How many lives did you take to create these three immortals?

The Nine Deaths Divine Skill is extremely dangerous. Each breakthrough requires a life-or-death decision, just like tossing a coin into the air. If it lands on its tail, the user will die instantly, with no chance of survival.

Behind these three successful immortals, how many corpses of losers lie piled up?

Tang Xiao stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, watching the three immortals suppress Li Fu. Although they had only temporarily held him back and had not truly gained the upper hand, it was enough to make him feel very pleased.

The frustration he felt after being defeated by Li Fu, who had wiped out his entire family of experts, finally found an outlet. His smugness was evident in his expression as he stroked his beard and laughed, "Young man, don't you understand the principle that one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand?"

"This Tang Clan Undying Man that I created is incredibly powerful and astonishing. Can't you feel it?"

"Stunning?"

Whom do you think you're trying to impress with such inhumane behavior?

During the rapid exchange of blows, Li Fu's gaze swept across the faces of the three men.

Under the moonlight, the faces of the three men were mostly covered by white cloth, revealing only the area around their eyes, where veins bulged and knotted.

Like an earthworm, it has a violent and fierce appearance.

Strangely, their eyes were cold and indifferent, lifeless, without any of the vitality that a living person should have, like two hollowed-out beads embedded in their eye sockets.

In the midst of the encirclement and attack, an immortal from the Tang Clan pounced from behind, striking down with a palm strike as heavy as a mountain. Li Fu countered with a backhand slash at the edge of the palm, the sword energy slicing through the robe with a hissing sound, tearing the robe by an inch. However, the sword seemed to have encountered an extremely tough obstacle, as if it had struck some kind of indestructible net, penetrating only half an inch into the flesh before stopping!

"Not just the Nine Deaths Divine Skill at its peak—"

Li Fu used the momentum to flip backwards and land three zhang away, his gaze as calm and still as water.

After a brief exchange of a few moves, he had thoroughly tested the strengths and weaknesses of these three men.

Their punches and kicks were so powerful that each strike weighed more than a thousand pounds, enough to shatter metal with bare hands.

Their speed was so fast that they left only a blur in the distance, far surpassing the speed of Tang Yuan, Tang Xuan, and the others.

What's even more troublesome is the robes they wear; seemingly ordinary white tight-fitting clothes, but inside there is a layer of fine, lustrous silk thread woven in.

Just now, Li Fu's invisible sword energy was so sharp that it could cut through iron like mud, but when it struck the robe, it was like a dull knife cutting through cowhide. It was incredibly resilient and greatly reduced the sword's momentum.

If it weren't for this robe, that sword strike would have severed the entire arm of one of the immortals.

"Their robes were mixed with silkworm silk."

Silkworm silk is the toughest material in the world, unbreakable by swords and impervious to water and fire. When woven into clothing or armor, even divine weapons cannot harm the wearer.

Li Fu's mind raced.

These three immortals each possessed extremely powerful true energy and immense strength. Their movements were as swift as lightning, and their punches and kicks were as powerful as an overturned mountain. They were like peerless masters of external martial arts, impervious to swords and spears. In addition, they wore robes made of heavenly silkworm silk, which could withstand divine weapons.

It's probably unimaginable in the martial arts world that three such extraordinary masters would appear at once.

No wonder Tang Xiao is so confident.

Wei Ying, who was standing nearby, also noticed the unusual situation and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Heavenly Silkworm Silk—such a rare and resilient treasure would be treasured even by ordinary martial artists who only obtain an inch of it. Yet your Tang Clan has woven it into armor for these three to wear."

Tang Xiao laughed and said, "Among all the sects in the world that can raise silkworms, only my Tang Sect can do so."

Although the silkworm silk is precious, using it to complement the immortals of my Tang Clan is making the best use of it.

"How was it? How powerful is the Tang Clan's immortality? Officer Li, do you have a strategy to defeat them?"

Li Fu's mind raced as he pondered the flaw in the Tang Clan's ability to kill.

The three immortals obeyed orders without question, their coordination was perfect, as if a three-headed beast were simultaneously opening its mouths to devour them from three directions.

The man in front of him unleashed a barrage of punches, the shadows of his fists like mountains, dense and impenetrable, each punch carrying the immense power to shatter rocks and split monuments.

The man on the left transformed his palm into a claw, his five fingers like iron hooks, gripping Li Fu's shoulder with lightning speed.

The man on the right then bent low and swept out a leg, the wind whistling as it swept across the battlefield like an iron pillar.

No matter which direction Li Fu dodges, another person's attack will inevitably block his path.

Li Fu moved like a willow in the wind, weaving left and right between the three torrent-like attacks. The three-foot-long invisible sword energy in his hand sometimes grew longer and sometimes shorter, sometimes turning into a long streak that swept out horizontally, and sometimes shrinking to a short blade of more than a foot to stab at close range.

The dull, metallic clanging sounds seemed to continue incessantly, each sound representing a direct clash between his fists and the three men.

The sword energy and fist force intertwined and surged, sweeping up all the broken stones, withered flowers, and broken branches within a radius of several feet, making them spin endlessly in mid-air like a whirlwind.

The bluestone bricks on the ground cracked from the force of the three men's punches, and the cracking sounds were incessant.

Under the moonlight, four figures twirled and flew, their fists howling like collapsing mountains, their sword energy as cold as an icy river. Amidst the surging killing intent, even ordinary people watching from the sidelines were forced to retreat by that fierce energy.

Li Fu found himself amidst a storm of fists and palms from the three men, his sword energy crisscrossing, his movements elusive. For a time, the two sides were evenly matched.

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With each strike of his sword, he left a gash in the robes of the three men, which were stained with silkworm silk, and a bloody sword wound on the three immortals, but ultimately he could not inflict serious damage.

"Although you three immortals have mastered the power of immortality, your martial arts skills are ultimately unable to catch up with true masters in a very short time, and they are still crude and unskilled."

"If it weren't for the Heavenly Silkworm Silk and my strangely unparalleled, superbly trained physique, these three immortals would have already perished by my sword."

Amidst the gaps in the fist and sword shadows, Li Fu spoke in a cold voice.

"Of course, otherwise, if three truly extraordinary masters who can be compared to the Immortal Daoist join forces, who in the world could stop them?"

But even so, it doesn't matter. It's only a matter of time before these three undead kill you; they can wear you down eventually!

Tang Xiao sneered.

"I can understand that they mastered the Nine Deaths Divine Skill quickly, but their unparalleled physical strength also seems to have been achieved quickly."

Is this how your Tang Clan operates?

Li Fu pointed his fingers like a sword, and three feet of invisible sword energy drew an arc in front of him. He slashed at the waist of one of the immortals. The sword energy made the clothes tear, but apart from the obstruction of the silkworm silk, he felt as if he had slashed at a piece of thousand-year-old ironwood. It penetrated a little into the flesh, but the sword energy was stopped by an extremely tough muscle!

Among the three were people of different ages. Judging from their physiques, the older one was about fifty years old, and the younger one was only in his early twenties. Clearly, before becoming immortal, they were not people who had mastered martial arts.

But at this moment, their bodies were as tough as if they were cast from gold and iron.

"Good, you felt it?"

Tang Xiao paced back and forth, stroking his beard and smiling, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

Do you think that our Tang Clan will simply copy and inherit the Nine Deaths Divine Skill and Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique from Master Wujiang?

Our Tang Clan has its own accumulated strength!

These Tang Clan immortals are different from the disciples of the Wu Jiang Hermit, and also different from the soldiers he created.

This is a secret technique unprecedented in our Tang Clan; how could that Wu Jiang Jushi compare?

Li had long noticed that when these three Tang Clan Undead attacked fiercely, there was a faint, foul odor, like that of rotting medicine.

This felt somewhat familiar to him.

His gaze swept over the bulging veins around the three men's eyes again, revealing a violent and ruthless appearance.

"I remembered something."

Before I came to the Tang Clan, I encountered a strange ape on the road. That ape was incredibly strong, its bones and muscles were like metal, impervious to swords and spears, and its temperament was extremely ferocious.

Tang Xiao said "Oh," his smile deepening, and asked, "You bumped into that immortal ape that you accidentally let escape?"

Not bad.

That was the prototype of the Tang Clan's immortal beings.

That beast was the medicinal ape we first created using the immortal elixir.

"An elixir of immortality?"

Li Fu swung his sword horizontally, deflecting a palm strike coming from the front, and then lightly shifted his feet to avoid an attack from the left.

Tang Xiao walked slowly in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, speaking unhurriedly.

Now that he was protected by the Undead, and seeing that Li Fu was about to fall into a disadvantageous position, he was more inclined to calmly explain his masterpiece.

He spoke eloquently, with a kind of cold arrogance characteristic of Xi Jinping.

"As I said, the foundation of my Tang Clan is beyond your imagination."

No other sect in the world possesses as many formulas for deadly poisons as our Tang Clan, yet even so, the Tang Clan has never stopped developing new deadly poisons over the years.

Poison and medicine are two sides of the same coin.

Long ago, by chance, my Tang Clan originally intended to develop a potent poison that could make people's blood boil and their qi and blood surge through their meridians. However, we accidentally developed a miraculous medicine instead.

This medicine can make a person's bones, muscles, and skin incredibly strong and resilient before death, causing their muscles to swell, their strength to increase dramatically, and their physique to be as monstrous as a master of external martial arts.

I named it the Elixir of Immortality.

Tang Xiao's tone became somewhat fervent as he spoke.

"After accidentally discovering the elixir of immortality, we first began testing it on apes to reproduce, improve, and enhance it."

Monkeys are most similar to humans, so using them to test drugs would yield results most similar to those in humans.

After achieving some success in surviving, we discovered that while the effects of the elixir of immortality were indeed surprising, the side effects were too great.

It completely destroys the mind. Even the most docile macaques become extremely irritable and aggressive after taking the immortality elixir, and all their habits are completely changed and they become uncontrollable.

The same applies to human administration; even a person's self-control cannot suppress the drug's effects.

Those who take the drug become ferocious and irritable, and for some reason, they also develop a craving for brain matter, as if the brain contains some special nutrients that sustain their strong bodies.

Upon hearing this from behind, Song Zhaoxue's expression changed drastically: "That ape was actually made by your Tang Clan."

Do you know how many innocent people have died because that beast enjoys sucking out brains?

Song Feizhang was already so frightened that his face turned pale and his body trembled slightly.

Looking at Tang Xiao, who was using human beings as consumables to research potent poisons, talking eloquently and quite proudly, he felt that the person standing in front of him was not his father-in-law, nor the head of a martial arts family, but a demon in human skin.

"You—you Tang Clan are absolutely insane!"

From what you're saying, you've also turned people into that kind of appearance?

Does it make people enjoy sucking brains?

"You're all insane! You're absolutely insane! How could the Tang Clan, where Ling'er grew up, be like this?!"

Li Fu swept his sword energy across, forcing each of the three immortals back half a step.

"When I saw that strange ape, I had some doubts about whether it was some kind of man-made object."

Even wild beasts that hunt for a living will consider their actions before attacking other creatures, trying to avoid getting hurt themselves.

But that strange ape completely disregarded its own injury, only wanting to kill and devour. In nature, no other beast would be as ferocious as it.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

Tang Xiao laughed and said, "Isn't this good? People who take the elixir of immortality become fearless and brave. Aren't they the perfect soldiers?"

Of course, the immortality drug has many benefits, and even "falling in love with sucking brains" is just a minor side effect.

But there is one fatal flaw—it is out of control.

However, it is not powerful enough and has significant weaknesses.

Against ordinary soldiers, such a monster would naturally be able to overwhelm a thousand troops.

However, when facing a true master, the problem becomes apparent: martial arts masters know how to strike from a distance and use subtle internal energy to directly attack internal organs.

Although the bones and muscles forged by the Elixir of Immortality are strong, they cannot protect the internal organs.

When facing a true master, a single palm strike of subtle internal force can penetrate the body, shattering internal organs, rendering even the strongest physique futile.

This is the biggest flaw of the elixir of immortality.

Li Fudao said, "So, you set your sights on the Nine Deaths Divine Skill and the Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique."

"Exactly!"

Tang Xiao nodded, his eyes gleaming: "The Nine Deaths Divine Art can give the puppets it creates profound internal strength."

Internal energy circulates naturally within the body. When external true energy is injected, it will resist on its own, thus offsetting the weakness of the internal organs.

At the same time, the formidable physique created by the Tang Clan's Immortal Elixir, combined with the profound internal energy of the Nine Deaths Divine Skill, creates an existence far surpassing that of the Undead Soldiers.

The Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique can make a person lose anger, emotions, and even their own will, leaving only instinct, like a living weapon obeying its master's commands.

This precisely eliminates the flaw of the elixir of immortality being uncontrollable.

The three secret techniques complement each other, resulting in the perfect living weapon that our Tang Clan controls today: the Tang Clan's immortals.

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