A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

Whether Yu Canghai would die or not was unknown, but Lu Ming was in a very pleasant mood.

Murder and robbery?

No, these are spoils of war obtained through chivalry!

Yue Lingshan suppressed a laugh as she watched Lu Ming flipping through the manual. She breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to her homestead to rest; it seemed she could finally get some rest tonight. Even fertile fields need maintenance and rest.

After perusing the manual, Lu Ming had already mastered the Shaolin Nine Yang Skill, the first Yang-attribute internal skill he had learned. His previous three Huashan internal skills were all of the balanced type, harmonizing Yin and Yang.

The "Pitying Flower Treasure Mirror" is of the Yin attribute. If one can also master the Shaolin Nine Yang Manual to perfection and then fuse them together, he will be able to unleash tremendous power from all martial arts in the world.

[Shaolin Nine Yang Skill (B): Internal force has a counter-force effect, and it amplifies the effects of body-refining martial arts. (Can be synthesized)]

Lu Ming stroked his chin, lost in thought: "It's only a Grade B internal skill? It seems the complete Nine Yang Divine Skill is indeed quite powerful. With only one-third of its effect and the Shaolin Zen-inspired, fierce approach, it could easily beat someone to a pulp if used outside."

Don't be fooled by his quick learning; the more advanced the internal skill, the higher the barrier to entry. Aside from occasional accidental successes, it's very difficult for ordinary people to practice. They must start with basic mental techniques and progress step by step.

Grade A internal skills often have multiple effects and a higher upper limit, and cannot be possessed by those outside major sects.

Grade B internal energy is already considered first-rate, not as good as Grade A, but if one cultivates it diligently for decades, its power will be quite considerable.

Internal strength requires persistent cultivation, like grinding water, growing slowly and steadily. Famous masters are often over thirty, and the older they are, the deeper their internal strength cultivation is considered to be.

Grades can shorten the time gap, but what needs to be accumulated still needs to be accumulated.

He wasn't initially interested in the three fragments of the Nine Yang Manual, but after seeing the words "can be synthesized," he suddenly became interested. The three different Nine Yang Manuals, some advanced, some pure, some broad, represented the Buddhist, Taoist, and Confucian paths.

Legend has it that the Drunken Monk who created the Nine Yang Divine Skill was a practitioner of three paths: Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, blending these three different directions into one.

"It seems we need to resolve the Fuwei Escort Agency matter quickly, and then go to the Southern Shaolin Temple to see if the Shurangama Sutra there contains the Nine Yang Divine Skill."

Rather than the arduous, gradual accumulation of effort, Lu Ming preferred intimacy with his wives, gaining power through the "Yin-Yang Intercourse" skill. In addition, learning a new internal skill and achieving Dao Perfection also increased his refined internal energy.

The following day, Fuwei Escort Agency.

As the sun rose, a figure secretly slipped out through the side gate, intending to deliver a message.

Inside the escort agency, a man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, a square face, and a beard was pacing anxiously back and forth. Lin Zhennan wanted to go to Luoyang to seek refuge with his father-in-law, the Golden Saber Sect, but he was too late and was now trapped in the mansion, unable to leave.

On the other side, a still-attractive woman sat wearily in a chair, exuding an air of elegance and nobility. If someone with the spirit of Cao Cao were to see her, they might harbor some inappropriate thoughts.

With a few thuds, five corpses were thrown into the yard, none of them showing any signs of injury.

Lin Zhennan personally acted as the coroner, dissecting the bodyguard and discovering that his heart was shattered. This horrifying sight caused many to take a few steps back: "Heart-Shattering Palm! It's the Heart-Shattering Palm of the Qingcheng Sect!"

The bodyguard beside him knelt down with a thud; the blockade of the past few days had driven him nearly mad: "Chief Bodyguard, what do we do now?"

A handsome young man with delicate features rushed out of the house. He was quite dashing, with slicked-back hair and a long sword in hand. His face showed fear, but he forced himself to remain calm, and shouted, "Father, I've dragged everyone down! Let's grab our weapons and charge out to fight them!"

Lin Zhennan gave a wry smile: "Fight? What are we going to fight with?"

He glanced around at everyone, pointed at them, and said, "Look at you all, all so dejected. You've all lost your fighting spirit. How can you compete like this?"

"Use your brains. They're planning to wipe us out. Yu Canghai is probably already here. Oh well, it's just death anyway. Everyone, get ready. I'll rush out and hold them off. As many of you as can escape, that's what we'll do."

Logically speaking, the Lin family possesses the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual. Once mastered, they could easily defeat the mere Qingcheng Sect.

For some reason, Lin Yuantu did not allow his descendants to practice the sword manual. Ordinary sword techniques alone were simply not enough to control the situation.

So, with his lingering influence and the money he's smuggled around, he's been able to navigate life smoothly until today. Now that he's encountered a hungry wolf, his lack of martial arts skills means he's at the mercy of others, and his fate is sealed sooner than expected.

"Husband!" Madam Lin's eyes were filled with tears. She glanced at her son, whispered a few words of advice, picked up the curved sword beside her, and joined her husband in the battle.

"Madam, you go and escort Pingzhi away. I'm fine here."

"No, my husband has forgotten that I am also a daughter of the Golden Saber Sect. If we join forces, we might be able to handle the situation."

She was actually thinking too simply. More than a decade of living a life of luxury had long since ruined her martial arts skills, and now it was impossible for her to practice martial arts again.

Whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll get stabbed anyway, so you might as well fight them head-on.

After discussion, the tightly closed doors of the Fuwei Escort Agency suddenly swung open, and Lin Zhennan and his wife led the way out.

Whoosh whoosh!

After several rounds of hidden weapons, the bodyguards screamed in agony. Some died on the spot, while others were stabbed in the thigh and unable to move.

A middle-aged man in blue robes stood before the gate, a sinister smile playing on his lips. His iron sword flashed, forcing Lin Zhennan into a relentless retreat.

"What kind of bullshit Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is this? So the famous Lin Zhennan's martial arts are actually so pathetic! Bah! Once I've taken you down, I'll taste your wife right in front of you!"

Following the example set by those above, Yu Canghai was a despicable and immoral person, and so were the elders and disciples below him.

Lin Zhennan was furious, and his sword moved even faster. For a moment, he forced the Qingcheng Sect elder to parry, making it difficult to defeat him and even more difficult to kill him!

This situation lasted only a few breaths. Lin Zhennan's internal energy was depleted, and he was overwhelmed by the attacks in just a few moves. If it weren't for Madam Lin's assistance, he would have been beheaded long ago.

Even so, he could only defend himself frequently and was stretched thin. The screams of the bodyguards around him further affected his mind, and before he knew it, his longsword was knocked away.

Seeing this, Madam Lin gathered her remaining strength and slashed at her opponent with her broadsword. The Qingcheng Sect elder didn't even look, dodged to the side, and then struck out with a palm, sending him flying.

"lady!"

Lin Zhennan's eyes widened in horror as he watched his wife fly backward, coughing up blood, clearly beyond saving.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I went a bit too far, what a pity. But it's alright, one more shot while it's hot is fine!"

Such beastly words caused Madam Lin to faint from anger and grief.

Lin Zhennan roared and pounced forward, no longer caring about any moves, only wanting to devour its flesh and drink its blood.

With two chuckles, accompanied by Lin Zhennan's scream, the Qingcheng Sect elder used a move called "Monkey Stealing Peach" to forcefully smash his testicles, tearing them off by the roots.

"father!"

Lin Pingzhi was restrained and his hands were broken. Seeing his mother's life hanging in the balance and his father crippled, his eyes suddenly turned red and he struggled incessantly.

He almost broke free, and the Qingcheng Sect disciple angrily slapped him several times. The blows knocked out his teeth, turning his once handsome face into a hideous grimace.

The elder was still somewhat taken aback. He had originally intended to kill Lin Zhennan with the Heart-Shattering Palm, but then remembered that the sect leader, Yu Canghai, had instructed him to spare Lin Zhennan's life and interrogate him for the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual. So he hastily changed his move, which resulted in Lin Zhennan being castrated.