Gao Wu Da Qin: You don't want your secret to be known, do you?

Chapter 68 Today's Fortune Telling: It's auspicious to unleash a killing spree.

Two figures landed in the huge examination hall.

The man on the left, dressed in military uniform, had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes that radiated fighting spirit. His right hand moved slightly, exuding an indescribable confidence and nonchalance.

The person on the right had a calm expression, showing neither joy nor anger. His simple Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and his dark eyebrows concealed a deep and unfathomable gaze.

Meng Yi looked at Yu Jizi, the Daoist Master, who was a few hundred steps away. "I have heard that there is a temple in the Daoist sect called Taixu Temple. This sect has a long history. It is said that it can be traced back to the West Kunlun during the supercontinental plate period."

[Taoist Master] Yu Jizi said gracefully, "When the supercontinent existed, the sky was round and the earth was square, with the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. A powerful being, the Queen Mother of the West, resided in West Kunlun, raising exotic beasts and possessing great supernatural powers. During the war between the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor, the Queen Mother of the West appointed Lady Yunhua to assist the Yellow Emperor. Later, Lady Yunhua found intelligent disciples Lingxuzi, Linghuanzi, Lingxuanzi, Lingkongzi, and Lingjunzi, historically known as the 'Five Heroes of Taixu,' and bestowed upon them the supreme Taoist methods of West Kunlun: the True Words of Spiritual Communication, the True Formulas of Spiritual Communication, and the Talismanic Arts of Taixu. Later, these disciples established the Taixu Temple on Mount Taixu, founding five departments: the Dharma Sect, the Military Sect, the Diet Sect, the Rites Sect, and the Yunhua Hall, to worship Lady Yunhua. I, Yu Jizi, am the unworthy senior disciple of the Yunhua Hall of the Taixu Temple!"

Meng Yi raised his hand and said, "A five-thousand-year-old tradition has been passed down to this day. I suppose the Dao Lord must have some hidden skills!"

Yu Jizi said, "General, you are joking. We cultivators are not good at fighting and killing, and we regard fame and fortune as dirt."

"Haha—" Meng Yi opened his right hand, revealing a standard-issue spear in his grasp, and assumed a fighting stance towards Yu Jizi. "Yu Jizi, bring it on!"

Yu Jizi raised his hand, extending his left index finger, a faint halo of light emanating from its tip. He said softly, "Today's divination indicates it's auspicious to unleash a killing spree!"

With his left hand, Yu Jizi drew a golden talisman with the light from his fingertips. The talisman shone brightly and suddenly spread out in front of him, transforming into a giant talisman several feet in size!

Meng Yi flicked his spear and charged forward. His spear, as hard as iron, pierced through the golden talisman with unadorned simplicity!

The moment the golden talisman was shattered by Meng Yi, it transformed into a faint golden halo that spread in all directions. The entire arena was filled with scattered talismans, which burned in mid-air, resembling a Taoist ritual ground where talismans burned.

Facing directly ahead, Yu Jizi's long hair flew in the wind, and a wooden sword appeared in his right hand. His voice was calm as he said, "This sword was personally carved from the heartwood of a nine-hundred-year-old peach tree struck by lightning in the Great Wilderness Mountain. It is named Long Whale! It has been with me for ten years. In these ten years, I have slain countless demons and monsters. Today, I am fortunate enough to taste human blood, and even the blood of the God of War. I have truly had a stroke of great luck!"

Meng Yi brandished his spear, "Shut up!"

Like a dragon, Meng Yi's spear came crashing down on Yu Jizi's face!

Yu Jizi suddenly raised his longsword, holding the peach wood sword horizontally in front of him. He gently wiped the rough, blunt blade of the peach wood sword with his fingers, and blood condensed on his fingers, as if he was unsealing the peach wood sword!

The originally blunt peach wood sword suddenly shone brightly, and the talismans behind it rustled and burned, the talisman fire igniting the sword. True fire flew in the Taoist priest's eyes, and the long sword collided fiercely with Meng Yi with the force of slaying a whale!

Blood glint flashed on the peach wood sword!

In a single exchange, the spear was cleaved in two and plunged straight into Meng Yi's heart!

However, the moment the sword touched Meng Yi's skin, it could no longer pierce Meng Yi's heart; time seemed to stand still at that moment.

At this moment, the ultra-high-definition camera projection allowed everyone present to clearly see the details of the fight.

The thin, fragile armor on Meng Yi's chest shattered instantly, revealing his strong pectoral muscles. Yu Jizi's longsword struck the pectoral muscles, and layers of scales condensed on the edges of the muscles, resembling the scales of an ink dragon, jet black, shiny, and incredibly tough!

How can animal scales appear on human skin?

Shouldn't human skin be delicate?

General Wang Jian, sitting in the referee's seat, laughed heartily. "This little Taoist priest must not have heard of the mighty name of General Meng Tian, ​​the Dragon Blood General! Meng Tian is known as the Dragon Blood War God, who once bathed in the blood of a dragon to temper his body, inspiring fear throughout the world! His younger brother, Meng Yi, is certainly no ordinary martial artist; he must have been bathed in the essence of the blood of a celestial beast, making his body as tough as those space monsters."

Beside Wang Jian, a handsome middle-aged scholar said, "General, you are mistaken. Although this young Taoist priest may seem reckless, it is indeed part of his plan. His real killing move is not this sword."

Wang Jian looked at the middle-aged scholar with apprehension. "Li Si! What brings you here? You seem to have no interest in fighting and killing."

Li Si laughed, "That depends on who it is. The Amazing Beauty Competition is a once-in-a-century event; it would be a real shame to miss it! Look, that little Taoist priest is about to throw a tantrum!"

During the final match, Meng Yi laughed and said, "Where does a Taoist priest get his confidence from, getting close to elite soldiers like us?"

Meng Yi grabbed Yu Jizi's arms with both hands and exerted force, intending to tear Yu Jizi into eight pieces!

boom--

Yu Jizi's figure was truly torn to shreds!

However, what shattered was not the body's remains, but countless talismans flying everywhere.

This is a Taoist substitute talisman!

Meng Yi realized something was wrong and hurriedly turned around to look for Yu Jizi, but a faint voice came from behind him, "Dragon Blood Bath, truly domineering, worthy of being the younger brother of Meng Tian, ​​the Dragon Blood War God!"

"With your defensive strength, no one can stand a chance against you in close combat!"

"However, sir, do not forget that I am a cultivator. A person possesses not only a body but also a soul! Your body is bathed in dragon blood, making you invincible, but can your soul withstand my full-force attack?"

Meng Yi roared, "You gods and ghosts! Come out and face your death!"

Meng Yi clasped his hands together, and the blood energy beneath his feet covered a radius of ten feet. Streams of blood energy converged into the shape of a blood-red ferocious spirit wielding knives and spears, charging forth with boundless ferocity.

Yu Jizi appeared, dressed in a white Daoist robe, with long, flowing hair. One hand was pointed at the ground, and his eyes gleamed. "Let me show you my self-created technique, the Primordial Spirit Technique!"

"Everything in the world has a soul, and every soul should be perfectly preserved!"

"How can you dull-witted fools comprehend the magnificence of the Creator!"

"The Yuanhun Pearl transforms, a fierce tiger possesses the body! The Fierce Tiger Gentleman!"

A bead appeared in Yu Jizi's hand. A pale, translucent golden bead floated above his head and was suddenly poured into the top of his head. The next moment, Yu Jizi's body began to expand uncontrollably. His originally slender body, which was only a little over 1.7 meters tall, suddenly grew to nearly 10 feet in size!

Moreover, his entire body was covered with faint golden-black mountain tiger patterns, making him seem like a demon. His right hand transformed into a claw, and he leaped up, his tiger tail sweeping across, directly shattering Meng Yi's blood energy into dust!

Meng Yi was like a spinning top, flung hundreds of feet away by Yu Jizi in his Tiger Lord form! Long furrows were dragged across the ground, and his spear was cleaved in two!

This change left the audience stunned, and even Qin Feng, who was in the contestant's seat, was a little confused.

I, I'm blanching! This, this Yu Jizi is definitely a demonic Taoist!

It can also transform into a demon. I don't know what kind of soul it ate, but it just transformed!

Is this some kind of self-created martial art? That's outrageous! A Taoist priest is completely dominating a warrior!

Could Meng Yi have died?

No sooner said than done, Yu Jizi, in his Tiger Warrior form, gave his enemy no chance to breathe. He leaped up and charged through the thick smoke of the ruins, determined to kill Meng Yi instantly!

Seeing this, Xiao Huang couldn't help but worry and said, "Brother Yi!"

No sooner said than done, amidst the rising dust and rubble of the ruins, a burst of wild laughter erupted: "Finally, you've defeated me!"

"You have your own created martial arts techniques, but I don't?"

"However, my self-created technique is not yet perfect and cannot be activated at will; the opponent must defeat me to activate it!"

"Sweeping Across the Eight Desolations - Divine Spear Descends from the Sky!"

A blood-red spear shadow pierced through the thick, gray fog, only to reveal that the fierce tiger-like young master Yu Jizi had been sent flying directly into the sky!

On the ground, Meng Yi's figure transformed into a streak of crimson lightning. Five crimson spears were strapped to his back, each one thrusting towards Yu Jizi above his head. Each spear struck like lightning, piercing through the body of the Fierce Tiger Gentleman. ♤🎃 6➈𝕊𝕙Ǘ𝓍.𝒸ㄖ𝐦 ♥😳

"Boundless Daoist power!"

Despite being pierced by five blood-red spears, the fierce tiger prince Yu Jizi still possessed tenacious vitality. His arms trembled, the spears on his body shattered completely, and a pair of wings suddenly emerged from his back. The fiery wings soared and floated in mid-air!

When this scene unfolded, everyone's eyes widened, and countless spectators jumped up.

"He...he flew!"

"Isn't it said that only those in the fourth realm can fly?"

"A martial arts apprentice can fly without even reaching the heavens? Is this some kind of Yuanhun technique he created himself? How amazing!"

Floating in mid-air, Yu Jizi clasped his hands together, blood gushing out, and cried out, "A raging tiger approaches the abyss, Meng Yi, prepare to die!"

Yu Jizi formed a Tai Chi symbol with both hands, but then he saw the blood from the wounds all over his body gather into a Taoist sword aura. The sword aura was three zhang long, vast and mighty, like a sword falling from the sky, crushing towards Meng Yi!

Meng Yi looked up, his left hand outstretched, a blood-red longbow gathered in his palm, and in his right hand, a blood-red arrow appeared!

Aim, nock the arrow, draw the bow, release the arrow—all in one smooth motion!

The blood-red arrow surged forth, transforming into a dazzling crimson rainbow. With the force of thunder, it pierced through the blood-red sword energy and struck Yu Jizi's heart. Instantly, a terrifying crimson lightning ring with a range of three zhang was released around Yu Jizi!

Countless bolts of lightning pounded against Yu Jizi's body. Finally, Yu Jizi could no longer hold on, and his body fell from the sky like a tattered sack, motionless.

The staff hurriedly carried the jade pendant away.

"In the first round of the first stage, the military strategist [God of War] faced off against the Taoist [Taoist Lord]. The [God of War] emerged victorious!"

The entire stadium erupted in screams and applause from the enthusiasts of the military strategists, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere, with various military strategist banners fluttering in the wind.

In the contestant's seats, the swordsman [Heroic Immortal] muttered to the swordsman [Drunken Sword Immortal] beside him, "Sigh, I told Yu Jizi a long time ago that even if you're a cultivator, you need to be down-to-earth, not just fly around all day. Although flying is indeed important, surviving is more important!"

[The Drunken Sword Immortal] said, "Who says otherwise! You know, since ancient times, the left side loses, and the top side loses! He's on both the left and the top side, his double-sided disadvantage is maxed out, so who else would lose if not him!"

The swordsman glanced at [Farmer Daoist] not far away, "Meng Yi is in the heat of battle right now, whoever goes up will be doomed! Next, it'll probably be Old Poison, do you think he'll go up and get beaten up?"

[The Drunken Sword Immortal] said, "I don't know, but if it were me, I wouldn't go on stage! Admitting defeat is a small matter, losing my life is a big matter. The old poison master should be able to tell which is more important, don't you think, Brother Qin?"

Qin Feng was slightly surprised. He glanced at the swordsman and the drunkard. "Brother Drunkard is right. Admitting defeat is a small matter, but losing your life is a big deal. It's just a competition; there's no need for everyone to make a bloodbath! Fellow Daoist Yu Jizi is taking it a bit too seriously! As a Daoist, your main job is to ascend to immortality in broad daylight, not to fight people. If you were to compete with Meng Yi in transcending tribulation, Meng Yi would definitely lose. How can you possibly succeed by competing in your amateur field with someone else's professional field?"

Inside the VIP box, Hu Hai clapped his hands repeatedly, exclaiming, "This Yu Jizi is a real talent! Brother, Yu Jizi's self-created Yuanhun Technique is so interesting!"

Fusu said, "He was unlucky; he encountered Meng Yi at the beginning. If he had encountered any of the other Dao Lords, he might not have been eliminated so early!"

Princess Huayang remarked from the side, "Meng Yi's technique of condensing blood energy into weapons looks quite similar to General Meng Tian's God of War Slaughter!"

Fusu nodded, "They're not exactly the same, but they're quite similar! The difference is that General Meng Tian is better at close combat, while General Meng Yi has undoubtedly focused all his blood energy skills on ranged attacks. His archery skills are extremely strong, but his close combat is quite average. If you want to defeat Meng Yi, you have to fight him in close combat. However, Meng Yi has the same dragon blood as his brother, with dragon scales protecting his body, so you can't gain an advantage in close combat either. This is very troublesome, no wonder he's called the 'God of War'!"

Princess Huayang asked, "If Meng Yi and Qin Feng were to face off, who would be stronger?"

Hu Hai exclaimed hastily, "It must be my sister's sweetheart who's more capable!"

"Damn it!" Hu Hai was pinned to the ground again, and Princess Huayang began to beat her younger brother mercilessly.

At this very moment, in the middle of the arena, an announcement rang out: "The second round of the first stage is about to begin! [Farmer Daoist] versus [Military God of War]! Begin now!"

As a figure landed, a down-to-earth and simple young man appeared on the field. His skin was a bit dark, but it was a healthy tan. When he smiled, his bright teeth were particularly eye-catching, showing that people from farming families take good care of their teeth.

Five blood-red spears were stuck into Meng Yi's back as he sized up the farm boy. "Old Poison Master, wanna have some fun?"

"Don't act like we're old friends!" the farm boy couldn't help but say. "I am Xiang Buyi from Bingxin Hall in the farm. I hope you all will remember me. I come from the beautiful rural paradise of Bingxin Hall, where there is little strife and the people are simple and honest..."

But just then, a sharp-eyed person noticed something was wrong. "Look at the ground! Green poisonous gas! It's miasma!"

"Why isn't Meng Yi moving!"

"I understand! This farm boy made his move the moment he stepped onto the stage! Meng Yi was poisoned without anyone noticing!"

On the ultra-high-definition projector, one could only see dark green, terrifying miasma veins rising from beneath the feet of the farmer, suddenly including Meng Yi!

The farm boy smiled warmly, took out an ancient scroll with both hands, and said earnestly, "I must clarify, this is a herbal illustration I drew myself, not the farm family's treasured illustration of Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs. So please don't misunderstand, I made this magic item myself! It complies with the competition rules!"

"Now, our young hero Meng Yi has been hypnotized, and he's sleeping soundly! We're going to send young hero Meng Yi off the battlefield!"

"That way, when I return to Peach Blossom Spring, I'll get lots of cute stickers from my junior sisters!"

"My God, to be the only male disciple of the Ice Heart Hall, and the senior disciple at that, you have no idea how happy my life is!"

"How could a sunny and kind-hearted young man like me end up in a place full of fighting and killing? It's simply outrageous."

"If it weren't for the fact that I'm the only man in Bingxin Hall, I really wouldn't have wanted to come. Now that I'm here, it would be disrespectful to the Farmer's Clan not to leave with one or two opponents. Young Hero Meng Yi, please forgive me!"

The farm boy muttered to himself, but from the ancient scroll of herbs in his hand, a tall, green, poisonous tree sprouted. Miasma emanated from the tree's vines, turning the entire examination hall into a lush, green miasma hell, with countless vines entwining it like the arms of a demon.

The simple, honest smile of the farm boy became eerie and terrifying in this hellish place.

Without a sound, he arranged for the "God of War" to be poisoned. Even Meng Yi's powerful physique, bathed in dragon blood, couldn't withstand his poison. How domineering!

The Peach Blossom Spring he spoke of was definitely not a peaceful and idyllic paradise, but a vicious and treacherous place teeming with snakes and insects, a place where death was almost certain.

The Bingxin Hall he mentioned was definitely not the kind of lovey-dovey place full of pretty girls, but a treacherous and dangerous place where you poison me today and I poison you tomorrow.

At this moment, everyone on and off the stage was silent as cicadas in winter. Just when everyone thought that [Farmer Daoist] was a weakling, this weakling unleashed a powerful move right from the start, directly taking down [God of War]!

Just when everyone thought that [Farmer Daoist] had defeated Meng Yi despite being of a higher level, an unexpected scene unfolded.

But then, in the middle of the arena, Meng Yi, whose entire body had turned green, suddenly opened his eyes. His green pupils abruptly turned a dark yellow before returning to normal.

The green, highly poisonous vines that were wrapped around Meng Yi began to crumble even faster!

His blood energy was reawakened and enveloped Meng Yi's body!

Meng Yi has recovered!

The farm boy stared in disbelief, muttering to himself, "Wait a minute! How did you wake up?! The dosage I designed couldn't be wrong! You must be poisoned and passed out!"

Meng Yi looked at the farm boy, raised his hand, and a handful of pale golden powder appeared in his palm. "I forgot to tell you, when that stinky Taoist priest and I were fighting just now, I got some realgar powder from him! This stuff can counteract your poisonous internal energy! You old poisoner, you've lost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yi gathered blood energy in his left hand to form a longbow, and nocked an arrow in his right hand, ready to crack open the farm boy's skull!

People present cheered.

"Holy crap, they managed to turn this around! [God of War] Meng Yi, you truly live up to your name!"

"I have to say, [Farmer Daoist] was really unlucky! Your opponent before you left Meng Yi with an item to counter your stubbornness; you lost truly unjustly!"

"I can almost picture the tragic scene of [Farmer Daoist] being pierced through the heart by an arrow!"

Seeing that the poison gas had no effect on Meng Yi, the farm boy made a gesture that no one expected, raising his hands high, "I surrender! I surrender! What am I, a farmer, supposed to do fighting with you soldiers! My wheat is almost ripe, and I need to go back to Peach Blossom Spring to harvest it! I'm not fighting anymore! I'm not fighting anymore, I'm quitting!"

Meng Yi gritted his teeth, "You old poisoner! Don't surrender if you have the guts, fight three hundred rounds!"

The farm boy chuckled, "No way! Do you think I'm some stubborn fool like Yu Jizi? I'm not going to try and hurt myself! I'm going to the stands now, bye!"

And so, the farm boy turned around with a flourish, waved to his fans, and quietly left.

This scene unfolded in the contestants' seats, and [Sword Immortal] gave a thumbs up, saying, "No wonder you come from Peach Blossom Spring, you really understand the difference between fame and fortune! Unlike that cultivator Yu Jizi, who kept saying he didn't care about fame and fortune, but in reality, he valued fame and fortune more than anyone else, and in the end, he was carried off the stage, how shameful! Just like Old Poison Master, so dignified!"

The swordsman chuckled, "Are you mentally preparing yourself for surrendering when you go on stage next?"

The drunkard retorted irritably, "What are you talking about? Do I look like the kind of person who would surrender? I created my own cultivation method, okay? And it's much stronger than Meng Yi's modified version of his brother's technique!"

Xiao Huang asked curiously, "Then can you beat Brother Yi?"

The drunkard said somewhat awkwardly, "There are many forms of defeat, and it also depends on where the battle takes place. For example, in brothels and entertainment venues, without taking drugs, I could take on ten Meng Yis by myself! In places like these, there are too many people, so I have to hold back and play with him, but I'll stop when I've had enough. Meng Yi doesn't owe me any money. It would be too undignified to break his head and cause a bloodbath!"

Everyone turned to look at the drunkard, and the atmosphere became lively. Even [One Saint] laughed out loud.

Only the drunkard awkwardly repeated something.

"You bunch of uncouth men! How can you call a drinker's failure a failure? That's called disappointment!"

Who doesn't experience setbacks a few times in life?

"If it works after one drink, then it must have been fake alcohol..."

(End of this chapter)