Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

The thin-faced man had endured so much for this very moment.

It was a critical moment, and victory was imperative!

A smile spread across his face, as if he could already see the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual beckoning to him.

But after Shi Potian practiced the Tai Xuan Scripture, all his schemes and plots were nothing but laughable.

Flies cannot land, not even a feather can be added. Others do not know me, but I alone know others. Divine understanding illuminates all things; this is the Tai Xuan Jing.

Therefore, before the thin-faced man could deliver his divine dagger strike, which he had been concealing his true strength, Shi Potian's left hand was already waiting there, and then flicked his wrist.

"puff!"

This seemingly inevitable thrust suddenly veered off course, embedding itself in the thin-faced man's own arm, all the way to the hilt, and then pinning it to the window frame.

"Ahhh..."

A scream of agony echoed throughout the inn, and the thin-faced man was sweating profusely from the pain.

Shi Potian casually struck his pressure point, then turned around and pointed at a black-clad man who rushed up to his rescue.

The remaining two men in black acted decisively, turning around and lunging at Lin Zhennan and his wife who were standing at the door.

Shi Potian was in a hurry to find the package, so he no longer held back. With a swift movement, he arrived at the doorway before anyone else, as if he had teleported.

The two men in black were taken aback and raised their knives to strike, but Shi Potian reached out and grabbed them with both hands, and the knives were already in his hands.

The two men froze on the spot, as if they had seen a ghost. Shi Potian casually tapped their pressure points with his knife, striking them and immobilizing them.

"Father, Mother, I need to go retrieve my package. I'm leaving this to you."

After saying that, he threw down his twin swords and, like a gust of wind, darted out of the window.

Madam Wang cried out urgently, "It's just a few pieces of clothing, don't chase after them!"

Shi Potian wouldn't listen. This dress was made by Madam Wang herself, and he brought it with him on this trip. How could he let a thief steal it?

Lin Zhennan and his wife were overwhelmed by the sights and could only secretly laugh at themselves, saying, "We've become the ones cleaning up the battlefield."

Shi Potian's senses were constantly focused on the package that had been thrown out of the window—after it was thrown out, it was heading towards the Yuanjiang River embankment outside the inn, and two dark figures were already waiting outside the window, swooping down like hawks from the left and right, clearly a premeditated plan to catch it!

By the time Shi Potian chased after them, the two dark figures had already reached the riverbank.

A small boat was moored on the riverbank, tied to a tree, clearly indicating an attempt to escape by boat.

At that moment, a man was unloading a boat under the tree.

This group had a meticulous plan, employing a series of interconnected tactics: probing, encirclement, and support. They even used methods like concealing their strength to launch a surprise attack, demonstrating their determination to obtain the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.

Seeing that the two were about to board the boat and escape into the river, Shi Potian cried out in alarm, "Leave the package!"

Shi Potian moved like lightning, pushing his "Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles" lightness skill to its limit. His body became a phantom, and in the blink of an eye, he had already crossed the embankment, only a few feet away from the two.

The two men looked at each other in astonishment, and one exclaimed, "How did this kid catch up so fast?"

Another person immediately suggested, "Throw the package onto the boat, we'll stop him! Then row away!"

As dawn broke, a thin mist floated on the river, and the rippling spring waters shimmered, turning the sunlight into shimmering silver scales.

In the middle of the river not far away, a boat was slowly approaching.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Potian arrived in front of the two men. One of them had a full beard, and the other had a long and pointed face, which was not only an oval face but also a sunflower seed face.

The two men removed the unusual weapons from their backs; they were a pair of curved hooks.

One of them said in a sinister tone, "Kid, if you know what's good for you, get out of the way, or I'll make sure you drown in the river!"

Shi Potian tried to bypass the two men and flew straight to the small boat, but the two men blocked his way with their blades.

A figure swept across with a hook, the tip gleaming coldly, aiming straight for Shi Potian's calf, clearly trying to buy time.

"Boy, where do you think you're going? The 'Double Flying Fish of the Yangtze' are here! Dare to fight?"

Without stopping, Shi Potian lightly touched the ground with his left foot, his body suddenly rising high, actually passing over the hook. At the same time, his right palm struck down, the palm wind heavy and pressing down directly on the man's head.

With a loud clang, the hooks collided. The man felt a surge of powerful internal energy flow into his body through the hooks, causing his blood to churn. He staggered back several steps, clutching his chest and coughing.

"Such powerful internal energy! Did this kid learn it from birth?"

Using the force of the hook, Shi Potian leaped up again, like an arrow released from a bow, and fell onto the boat. At this moment, the boat had just been untied, and the person who had untied it was steering it slowly into the river.

They were about to fall into the boat.

Just then, four men in black suddenly leaped out of the tree, wielding long swords and displaying their sword techniques, fiercely slashing at Shi Potian.

The strength of the four people was actually no less than that of the skinny man who had been inside the room earlier!

Four men in black rushed in from all directions, their long swords slashing down with fierce winds, their sword strikes heavy and powerful like thunder. Four cold lights intertwined to form a net, determined to make his escape impossible.

"I knew you were going to stop me." He had noticed the people in the tree earlier, so he wasn't flustered at all.

Shi Potian neither dodged nor evaded. He took a deep breath and suddenly rose into the air, avoiding the two swords that were about to strike him down.

He flicked his wrists and reached out with both hands, slapping and tapping the backs of the swords of the two men in black. The Silver Saddle Illuminating White Horse Divine Skill was activated, and the fierce power on the two men's swords suddenly became uncontrollable, and they instead struck each other.

The two exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing!"

The two men scrambled through the air, barely managing to control their swords, and plummeted downwards. Shi Potian stomped on one man's head, and with a "whoosh," used the momentum to lunge towards the two men in front of him.

The two men were knocked unconscious by the stomp on their heads and fell to the ground like dead snakes.

"If we keep fighting like this, we won't be able to catch up." Shi Potian caught a glimpse of the ship's shadow receding into the distance and made a decisive move. His aura suddenly changed, and the Arhat Subduing Demon True Qi, which he had painstakingly cultivated over the past few months, surged out like a raging storm.

Facing the two men's thrusting swords, he moved his hands like dragon claws, grabbing one man's wrist pulse point with each hand, instantly paralyzing him.

With his other hand, he unleashed the "Five Mountains Fall as Light" palm technique, striking at the other person. The opponent watched helplessly as the palm came crashing down, feeling as if facing a mountain pressing down on him—how could he possibly dodge it?

"Bang!"

A palm struck the man squarely in the chest, sending him flying towards the ship like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood and screaming in agony.

This was the first time Shi Potian had used the "Five Sacred Mountains Fall as Light" palm technique since arriving here. Even with just a small demonstration, its power was already extraordinary.

This man was the first to be struck by the palm, but he didn't die. Little did he know that this would inadvertently become the basis for his lifelong boasting.

However, this palm technique requires strong internal energy as a foundation, and Shi Potian's internal energy is not yet fully developed, so the power displayed by the palm technique is still less than one ten-thousandth of what it should be.

When the Tai Xuan Scripture is fully mastered, its power will be unprecedented and unparalleled throughout history.

Seeing the boat sailing further and further away, Shi Potian quickly grabbed the person in his hand and threw him backward, his body immediately leaping forward several feet. Just as he was about to fall into the water, he landed right on the head of the person who had been slapped away in front of him.

He stepped on the man's head again for leverage, and with a "whoosh," he darted forward again. In this way, Shi Potian, like a god descending to earth, finally landed on the bow of the ship, about to fall into the ship.

The boatman suddenly looked up and exclaimed, "Young Master Escort, you truly possess the bearing of a dragon and the grace of a phoenix, a face of heaven. I, Long, am completely convinced."

Though the words were beautiful, the bamboo pole, carrying the force of wind and thunder, mercilessly lashed towards Shi Potian in the sky.

At that moment, the ship that had been slowly sailing downstream was now right in front of them.