Reborn Ouyang Ke: From The Condor Heroes to the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 61 Uncle and Nephew Spar, The Road Ahead!

Compared to Zhang Wuji of later generations, Ouyang Feng naturally faced fewer obstacles in cultivating the "Nine Yang Divine Skill".

Firstly, Ouyang Feng had already reached the Innate Realm, with a profound foundation and wide meridians. Compared to Ouyang Ke and Zhang Wuji, who had not yet mastered internal energy, he would naturally not face such danger when opening up the mysteries of his entire body.

Furthermore, all martial arts in the world lead to the same goal, especially unparalleled skills like "Nine Yang" and "Nine Yin," which, when practiced to a high level, often achieve similar results.

This point is illustrated in the original novel, where Prince Duan and Hong Qigong practiced the general principles of the "Nine Yin Manual," thereby opening up all the meridians in their bodies.

Their skills had been completely restored, which was evident from the fact that they had not only recovered their skills but had also reached a higher level. This was essentially no different from the need to break through all the body's barriers to achieve mastery of the "Nine Yang Divine Skill".

Moreover, Ouyang Feng, as a grandmaster of martial arts, possessed unfathomable and profound skill. Ordinary people would be helpless in this situation, but Ouyang Feng was able to overcome it safely by relying on his own cultivation and insight.

Just as Ouyang Ke had predicted, Ouyang Feng's martial arts skills improved dramatically in just half a month.

However, although he was learned and had profound internal skills, he could not fully understand them all at once.

Even so, it was enough to enlighten him. Some things in martial arts that he hadn't understood before were now clear to him. Although his own skill hadn't improved much, Ouyang Feng's gains were ten times greater.

The old jujube tree in the courtyard rustled in the morning breeze, casting dappled sunlight through its branches and leaves. A firebird perched on a branch, its head tilted, seemingly waiting for something as well.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, Ouyang Feng's laughter rang out from outside the courtyard. His laughter was hearty and joyful, as if he had solved a problem that had troubled him for many years. The loud, clear laughter echoed in the courtyard for a long time.

"Congratulations, Uncle, on your successful completion of your seclusion!"

Outside the courtyard, Ouyang Ke was already waiting. Seeing Ouyang Feng finally emerge from the room, he smiled and bowed respectfully.

Ouyang Feng strode over, his white robes fluttering in the morning breeze. The fierceness between his brows seemed to have faded, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease.

He laughed loudly, "Ke'er, thanks to you this time, your uncle's martial arts skills are even better than before. Even if Wang Chongyang were to be resurrected, he would no longer be able to surpass me!"

"Congratulations, Uncle, on your successful completion of your seclusion!"

Outside the courtyard, Ouyang Ke was already waiting. Seeing Ouyang Feng finally emerge from the room, he smiled and bowed respectfully.

Ouyang Feng strode over, laughing loudly, "Ke'er, thanks to you this time, your uncle's martial arts are even better than before. Even if Wang Chongyang were to be resurrected, he would no longer be able to surpass me!"

Throughout his life, he only ever feared Wang Chongyang. Now, with the help of comprehending the mysteries of the "Nine Yang Divine Skill," his martial arts have finally broken through the constraints of the past, leading him onto a brand new path.

Then, as if remembering something, he shook his head and said, "But since I have such a harvest, I suppose Old Beggar and Prince Duan are not far behind. It seems that this Mount Hua Sword Tournament will be much more exciting."

As one of his old rivals from the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, Ouyang Feng had a deep understanding of Hong Qigong, Duan Zhixing, and others. He knew that those people were no less capable than himself in terms of intelligence, vision, and skills. Now that he had obtained the general outline of the "Nine Yin Manual," his martial arts skills would surely advance even further.

"But this time, the old beggar and his men will definitely be in for a surprise." As he said this, Ouyang Feng looked at his nephew.

Beneath the jujube tree, Ouyang Ke stood quietly. His black robes perfectly accentuated his vibrant physique. A gentle breeze caused his jet-black hair to flutter softly against his broad, jade-like forehead.

This scene evoked a strange feeling in Ouyang Feng's eyes, as if he were seeing an old friend from the past.

"You look a lot like your mother," Ouyang Feng said after a long silence.

Ouyang Ke was somewhat surprised to hear this and looked up at his uncle. Ouyang Feng rarely mentioned his mother, so his sudden mention of her today must have been triggered by the scene.

Ouyang Feng seemed to realize that he had spoken out of turn, and quickly added, "Now that Wang Chongyang has passed away, one of the Five Greats is gone. Ke'er, if you can make a name for yourself this time, you will surely be able to secure one of the spots."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Ke gently shook his head and said, "Uncle, have you perhaps forgotten two people?"

"Who is it?" Ouyang Feng raised an eyebrow.

Ouyang Ke said, "Guo Jing, the disciple of Chief Hong, and Zhou Botong, the Old Urchin."

Hearing this, Ouyang Feng frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and nodded, saying, "Ke'er, you're right. Guo Jing is extremely resolute. He may seem clumsy, but he is actually a person of great wisdom and courage. Now that the old beggar has taken him as his disciple, he no longer worries about passing on his skills to the wrong person!"

As early as the original novel, Ouyang Feng was the one among the Five Greats who most admired and valued Guo Jing's talent.

Back on Peach Blossom Island, when Guo Jing injured the original body with a single move, Ouyang Feng praised him. Later, after experiencing a shipwreck and a deserted island, he saw even more clearly in Guo Jing's seemingly foolish wisdom, his resolute character, and his unwavering perseverance. On the deserted island, Guo Jing's martial arts seemed to improve every day, a fact that greatly surprised Ouyang Feng.

If Ouyang Ke hadn't intervened, he would have killed Guo Jing long ago. It was precisely because he recognized Guo Jing's talent and knew that this person would surely achieve great things in the future.

"As for Zhou Botong—" When mentioning the Old Urchin, Ouyang Feng's eyes showed a hint of contempt. "Although his martial arts are high, he is a crazy person and not worth much. His senior brother Wang Chongyang is dead, but after he escaped, he still did not care about Wang Chongyang's efforts in the past. He was having a great time traveling around and had no regard for the Quanzhen Sect."

Back on Peach Blossom Island, Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi already knew that Zhou Botong had practiced the martial arts from the "Nine Yin Manual," which made him deeply wary of him. However, now that he has obtained the "Nine Yang Divine Skill," Zhou Botong is naturally no longer a threat to him.

Ouyang Feng added, "However, with Ke'er and that silly boy Guo Jing, plus Qiu Qianren and the Old Urchin, it seems that this year's Mount Hua Sword Tournament will be even more exciting than the last one."

It was now mid-March, spring was in full bloom, flowers were blossoming, and grasses were growing tall in Jiangnan. There were less than three months left until the martial arts competition at Mount Hua in early summer.

After leaving the pass, Ouyang Feng glanced at Ouyang Ke again and smiled slightly, saying, "Ke'er, it's been a long time since I've tested your martial arts since you entered the Central Plains. Why don't we uncle and nephew have a friendly spar today?"

Since the reunion of the uncle and nephew, Ouyang Feng had long noticed that his nephew's skills were now far superior to what they used to be. However, he was worried that Ouyang Ke's legs would not recover, so he did not say anything. Now that Ouyang Ke's legs had recovered and he could move freely, and he had benefited greatly from the "Nine Yang Divine Skill," he naturally had the idea of ​​testing him.

A slight smile appeared on Ouyang Ke's lips as he cupped his hands and said, "Since Uncle has invited me, how could I refuse?"

The firebird that was nesting in the jujube tree suddenly poked out half of its head, as if it had sensed something, and looked at the uncle and nephew who were facing each other under the tree with great curiosity.

"Ke'er, you go first." Ouyang Feng stood with his hands behind his back.

"it is good."

Understanding that his uncle was mindful of his junior status and unwilling to act first to gain the upper hand, Ouyang Ke smiled slightly, and the next moment he suddenly and lightly struck out with a palm.

These palm strikes were unpredictable and varied; although it was just one move, it made Ouyang Feng's eyes light up.

As a master of martial arts, he could naturally see the power of Ouyang Ke's palm strike. Its force was subtle and unpredictable, and this single move was enough to surpass all the palm techniques he had taught Ouyang Ke in the past.

"Well done!" Ouyang Feng exclaimed. As soon as he finished speaking, he spread his legs and his right palm struck down like a tidal wave.

The uncle and nephew's palms met, their yin and yang forces clashing head-on, and Ouyang Feng's body swayed slightly.

It should be known that when masters clash, even the slightest reversal of internal energy can result in severe injury. Ouyang Feng originally thought he had mastered the secrets of the "Nine Yang Manual" and that his cultivation was even greater than before.

However, Ouyang Ke was no longer the same as before. His Nine Yang True Qi had transformed into Innate Purple Qi, giving him a significant advantage on the path of cultivation. Although Ouyang Feng's skill was profound, it was not as pure as Ouyang Ke's Innate Purple Qi. In addition, he had held back earlier, so he naturally suffered a slight loss in the brief exchange.

Ouyang Feng was both surprised and delighted: "I'm afraid that before we even know it, Ke'er will catch up with me." He immediately struck out with his left palm.

Ouyang Ke dodged to the side and returned a palm strike.

In an instant, the uncle and nephew had exchanged more than ten blows. Their moves were strange and unpredictable, and the intense palm strikes sent flowers falling in all directions.

The firebird on the treetop was the first to be disturbed, rising into the sky like a ball of flame, hovering high above, and muttering in dissatisfaction.

But at this moment, Ouyang Ke and Ouyang Feng had no time to care about anything else.

Ouyang Feng was astonished by the rapid progress his nephew had made. With each palm strike, he could feel the unique texture of Ouyang Ke's internal energy; when calm, it was like a deep pool without waves, undisturbed; when counterattacking, it was like a raging sea, surging and powerful.

His Nine Yang True Qi was fierce and unparalleled, but when it encountered the Innate Purple Qi, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, unable to exert any force.

Ouyang Ke was amazed by the depth of his uncle's accumulated power. His martial arts skills alone far surpassed those of Shi Long, Li Zitong, and others. Perhaps not quite on par with the likes of the Yin Empress and the Evil King, but in the grand scheme of the Tang Dynasty, he was certainly a "master." The essence of his Toad Style, integrated with the Nine Yang Divine Skill, combined with both strength and flexibility, allowing for effortless control, making him even more formidable than before.

After exchanging dozens of blows, the uncle and nephew separated in an instant. Ouyang Feng's expression was now serious, no longer showing any of the ease he had taken in testing Ouyang Ke; he now regarded Ouyang Ke as an opponent of the same level.

Ouyang Ke, his black robes billowing, maintained his smile. The uncle and nephew locked eyes, yet he showed no fear, a sight that secretly impressed Ouyang Feng.

After staring at each other for several breaths, the uncle and nephew suddenly attacked at the same time. With a muffled "thud," their figures snapped together and then separated again.

The two men unleashed powerful palm strikes that shot skyward, causing the firebird circling in mid-air to sway uncontrollably. Its small size was propelled several meters upward by this sudden burst of force. Such a thrilling scene would have terrified any ordinary bird, but the firebird was instead delighted, letting out a loud cry.

As the force of the palm strike dissipated, the firebird plummeted downwards, then soared upwards like a ball of fire, circling precariously in the air, chirping loudly as if in celebration.

But at this moment, both Ouyang Ke and his nephew Ouyang Feng had serious expressions in their eyes. The two of them launched dozens of attacks in quick succession. Ouyang Ke's moves were gentle, but his palm strikes were surprisingly masculine; while Ouyang Feng's moves seemed clumsy and fierce, but he could always change his moves in advance, which was quite incredible.

With a loud "boom," the uncle and nephew's palms collided, and then their bodies separated again in a flash.

Ouyang Ke and Ouyang Feng both took a step back. Ouyang Feng's eyes showed surprise, while Ouyang Ke smiled, seemingly unsurprised by the scene.

Ouyang Feng's palm strike contained 60% of his usual strength, but Ouyang Ke still received it without any difficulty.

It should be noted that his moves were fierce and powerful, and at this moment he also possessed some of the essence of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, but Ouyang Ke still easily parried them.

Especially when their palms touched just now, he felt that Ouyang Ke's internal force was extremely special. It was completely unaffected by the Nine Yang True Qi, like the ocean that encompasses everything, but in the next moment it could turn into surging waves that kept attacking, which greatly surprised him.

"Ke'er, what's going on with your internal energy?" Ouyang Feng looked at Ouyang Ke not far away and finally realized the difference between Ouyang Ke's internal energy and the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

He had seen countless masters and witnessed all kinds of martial arts in his life, but he had never seen such strange internal energy. When calm, it was like a deep pool without waves; when counterattacking, it was like a raging sea. It clearly originated from the Nine Yang Manual, yet it was completely different from the Nine Yang Manual.

Ouyang Ke smiled slightly and said, "Uncle, although my internal energy comes from the Nine Yang Divine Skill, after experiencing a series of extraordinary encounters, it has been completely transformed and is even stronger than before."

He did not deliberately hide the fact that he had mastered "Innate Purple Qi".

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng noticed the fleeting purple glint in Ouyang Ke's eyes and felt a surge of curiosity. He knew that while martial arts, when practiced to a high level, could produce incredible effects, he had never seen anyone cultivate internal energy to such an extraordinary state in his many years of wandering the martial world. That purple...

Although the flash of light was brief, it left a very deep impression on him.

Understanding Ouyang Feng's surprise, Ouyang Ke explained with a smile, "My current true energy is called Innate Purple Qi. Although it originated from the Nine Yang, it is not the Nine Yang at present, which can be considered an unexpected surprise."

Ouyang Feng pondered for a moment, savoring the feeling of their earlier exchange. Although he hadn't used his full strength, he had exerted sixty percent of his power, yet he couldn't do anything to Ouyang Ke.

Moreover, he could tell that not only had he not used his full strength, but Ouyang Ke had as well. This discovery both surprised and delighted him.

"Innate Purple Qi? Hmm, that's quite fitting." Ouyang Feng nodded, then added, "Your Innate Purple Qi is indeed extraordinary. When calm, it's like a boundless ocean, undisturbed; when turbulent, it's like a storm, even more domineering and unpredictable than the Nine Yang True Qi. Even Wang Chongyang's Innate True Qi in the past was far inferior to yours."

Ouyang Feng had lived in the Western Regions for a long time, but after the shipwreck in the East China Sea, he had witnessed the vicissitudes of the ocean firsthand. Now, after sensing the characteristics of Ouyang Ke's innate purple aura, he pondered for a moment and finally gave an appropriate evaluation.

If it were anyone else, Ouyang Feng would not have felt this calm; he might even have felt murderous intent. But the person before him was Ouyang Ke, and he felt only joy, without a trace of jealousy.

Seeing Ouyang Feng's wistful expression, Ouyang Ke suddenly had an idea. He looked up at the sky and softly asked, "Uncle, have you heard of the legend of the 'Beyond the Heavens'?"

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