Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

His movements appeared slow, but were actually incredibly fast, each step landing precisely in the gaps in Yuan Tiangang's energy flow.

Yuan Tiangang's finger strikes were like swords, yet they remained stationary three inches in front of Qin Chuan's brow, unable to advance any further.

In the end, Yuan Tiangang returned empty-handed.

"What's the name of this movement technique you created, which combines illusionary movement techniques with the art of silence?"

Yuan Tiangang asked with his hands behind his back, his tone carrying a hint of testing.

"It hasn't been named yet." Qin Chuan still clasped his hands and bowed.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He had seemingly dodged that finger strike with ease, but in reality, he had used all his strength.

The two exchanged questions and answers, just like a master and apprentice learning from each other.

"How about calling it 'Wandering in the Void'?"

The moment Yuan Tiangang gave the name of the movement technique, he unleashed another deadly move.

His right hand was wrapped in the purest and most righteous true energy of the Heavenly Gang Technique.

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves; only the purest and most powerful yang energy of the Heavenly Gang True Qi swirled around the fist, crashing down like the sun falling to earth.

Qin Chuan's expression turned solemn.

Yuan Tiangang lived for three hundred years, and his various techniques had long since reached a state of perfection.

As the saying goes, the greatest truths are the simplest; the terror of this punch far exceeded anyone's imagination.

However, he did not use the Tai Xu You technique to dodge.

Instead, he stretched out his arms as if embracing the universe, slowly drawing circles. A Tai Chi phantom appeared before him, yin and yang flowing endlessly, ever-renewing.

Yuan Tiangang's fist force was drawn by the Tai Chi diagram, causing it to deflect and strike the rock wall to the side.

The boulder shattered, sending dust billowing everywhere. The entire rock face was reduced to dust by that single punch, revealing the churning lava veins beneath.

The intense red light shone on their faces, adding an apocalyptic atmosphere to the duel.

"This is Tai Chi, and I consider it my own creation."

This time, Qin Chuan had already given his answer without Yuan Tiangang even having to ask.

He no longer clasped his hands in a bow, but stood tall, his eyes revealing a sharp edge.

"Three moves have been made; General, please face your death!"

The moon was drawn from its sheath in the well, and the blade's light poured down like moonlight, silently turning the falling boulders into dust wherever it passed.

This strike contained Qin Chuan's life's worth of skill; even before the blade arrived, a deep gash appeared on the dragon throne behind Yuan Tiangang.

"Not bad, but that's not enough to kill me!"

Yuan Tiangang drew his Longquan sword, which emitted a trembling sound like a dragon's roar.

With a flick of his wrist, his three hundred years of internal energy transformed into tangible qi, condensing into a dazzling golden light at the tip of the sword.

The Thirty-Six Forms of the Longquan Sword Technique!

This unparalleled sword technique, created by his close friend Li Chunfeng, reappeared in the world in Yuan Tiangang's hands, and its power was even greater than that of Li Chunfeng, the creator of the technique!

The sword light and the blade's edge collided, freezing in mid-air for a moment. The falling rubble around them floated eerily, and even the flying sparks were frozen in mid-air.

The next instant, a violent shockwave exploded in a ring, turning all the stone pillars within a thirty-foot radius into dust.

At this moment, the entire underground palace began to tilt, and the bronze lampstands melted into molten iron.

Qin Chuan and Yuan Tiangang fought fiercely.

Sword light and blade light crisscrossed, even tearing open the void with dark cracks, swallowing up all the falling boulders.

"I truly cannot kill you." Yuan Tiangang suddenly sheathed his sword and stood beside the dragon throne, his black armor casting mottled shadows in the firelight.

His fingertips traced the gilded carvings on the dragon throne, his voice hoarse: "I...can't bear to kill you."

The gaze from beneath the mask pierced through the dust, landing on Qin Chuan: "You are my most prized successor... and also a descendant of Qiao'er."

"You want to..."

Qin Chuan's hand trembled slightly as he scanned the surrounding void rifts and suddenly understood Yuan Tiangang's true intention.

"Many years ago, I could have shattered like the sages of the past, such as Guang Chengzi and Zhang Daoling. But because of the obsession in my heart, I gave up."

Yuan Tiangang suddenly chuckled and said:

"Now, the time has come."

"The commander-in-chief wants to take me down with him!"

Qin Chuan was shocked.

He had considered all possibilities, but this was the one thing he hadn't anticipated.

Yuan Tiangang was actually reluctant to kill him and wanted to take him with him to shatter the void.

In this way, to the people of this world, it would be no different from being dead.

"In this round, I, the commander, have won." Yuan Tiangang plunged his Longquan sword into the ground, clenching his fists: "Only when you and I are both 'dead' can that plum blossom bloom!"

The next moment, he clenched his fists and blasted them towards the void rifts.

Yuan Tiangang unleashed his three hundred years of accumulated power without reservation, causing the void rifts to spread like a spider web, eventually forming a deep, dark passage. A terrifying suction force suddenly descended and enveloped Yuan Tiangang.

"Emperor Gaozu, Emperor Taizong, Emperor Gaozong, Emperor Xuanzong, Emperors Daizong, Dezong, Shunzong, Wuzong, Xuanzong, Yizong, Xizong, Zhaozong, all of you..." He bowed one last time before the dragon throne: "Your subject has done his utmost..."

Then, without resistance, she allowed the suction to drag her into the passage.

He wasn't worried that Qin Chuan could escape, because once someone reached the Shattered Realm, they wouldn't be able to escape the attraction of the passage.

This is the 'Heavenly Way' of this world, and there has never been an exception.

Sure enough, following Yuan Tiangang, Qin Chuan also felt a suction force enveloping him...

Chapter 105 A Play Within a Play, A Game Within a Game

Three months later, at the Imperial Preceptor's residence in Luoyang.

The study was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, and Qin Chuan was painting.

The ink on the Xuan paper gleamed faintly in the morning light, and a ferocious little devil had already leaped onto the paper, its sharp claws tearing at the scales of a giant dragon in the clouds.

The sycamore leaves falling outside the window gently brushed against the window frame, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone floor.

"Reporting to Master, ten thousand refugees have entered Daliang."

The Black and White Impermanence bowed and reported. Chang Haoling's sleeves were still covered with morning dew, indicating that he had rushed over.

With a slight pause, a drop of thick ink fell precisely onto the dragon's eye, turning the giant dragon into a single-eyed creature.

"Make sure you settle in properly."

Qin Chuan spoke calmly, continuing to paint.

"The world is at peace now, so why...?"

Chang Xuanling was interrupted by a soft laugh before she could finish speaking.

"Peace?" Qin Chuan flicked his wrist, adding a few more blood-red cloud patterns to his brushstrokes, the red seemingly spreading across the rice paper. "It's nothing more than brocade covering rotting flesh."

He dipped the brush in ink, and lightly scraped the edge of the inkstone with the tip:

"The feudal lords are like dark clouds, bringing no rain; the displacement of the people is only the beginning. Now, the hearts of the people are free of shackles. The final outcome will only be withered leaves and a raging storm, a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses."

When he suddenly stopped writing, the dragon's body was already entwined with countless wronged souls, their distorted faces lifelike.

"Any news from the Bad Guys?"

"Apart from Lady Meng Po and other members of the Bad People who are still in the Xuanming Sect, Huiming of Jiaye Temple has disappeared without a trace, and Tianjiexing and Tianqiaoxing have also vanished. The remaining members of the Bad People are as if they never existed."

Chang Haoling reported everything.

"I see..."

Qin Chuan pondered for a moment, then asked:

What unusual developments have occurred in the northern deserts and the border regions?

"Northern Desert..."

Chang Xuanling was about to speak.

Outside the window, the bamboo shadows swayed slightly, and a fallen leaf swirled into the study.

"The tenth."

Lu Linxuan pushed open the door and entered. Blood droplets from the sword tassel fell onto the blue bricks, blooming into a small red plum blossom.

She casually tossed the blood-stained wolf-head handkerchief onto the table; a few grayish-white hairs still clung to one corner of the cloth.

"The people of the northern desert are getting more and more audacious; this one has actually managed to infiltrate the inner courtyard."

Qin Chuan looked up, a tired smile on his face: "You've had a hard time."

With the final stroke, the entire painting "Little Demons Slaying the Dragon" suddenly came to life—the little demons, transformed from wolves with ambitions, were devouring the dragon's flesh and blood, and the outline of the witch king Chi Li could be vaguely seen in the face of one of the little demons.

"Sister Song has worked so hard..."

Lu Linxuan looked at the person in front of him, his voice trembling involuntarily:

Have you heard from him yet?

She noticed that the little finger of "Qin Chuan's" right hand, which was holding the pen, was trembling slightly. This was a small habit that was difficult for the Empress to completely imitate when she was in disguise.

Then, Qin Chuan's face gradually transformed into the true appearance of the Empress.

Sunlight filtered through the window curtains, casting dappled patterns of light on her delicate collarbone.

"The underground palace is buried a hundred feet beneath the salt marsh," the Empress gently stroked the jade seal on the table, her fingertips lingering on the four characters "Mandate of Heaven," "Now we can only hope that he escaped on his own..."

Before the words were finished, Chi Meng's furious curses suddenly rang out from outside the courtyard:

"You wretched bug! I, the Holy Maiden, will crush you into dust!"

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in the Ten Thousand Poison Cave, the Gu Cauldron in front of Chi Li exploded with a "bang," and the scene of the Luoyang National Preceptor's Mansion appeared in the green poisonous mist.

His withered fingers pierced through the poisonous fog, touching the figure of "Qin Chuan" in the image: "Just as I thought!"