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Hidden Power
At the top of the mountain, the collision of vitality produced a huge shock wave, shattering the surrounding giant rocks and shaking the dormant and deathly silent canyon. Within the giant wood Xuanhuo, the two continued to fight relentlessly.
Shang Qing slowly stood up unscathed from the explosion caused by Yu Long's vitality, sneering and thoroughly enjoying it, as if this was the true strength of his brother that he remembered.
"How is this possible!" A wave of turmoil surged in Yu Long's heart. The impact he caused in the giant wood Xuanhuo far exceeded what Shang Qing could endure. How could Shang Qing still be unscathed after such a blow?!
"Unexpected, isn't it, Yu Long? Since you used a barrier to bind me, I will use a barrier to play with you. This is called reciprocity!" Shang Qing stepped forward, hands like the claws of a blue dragon, one in front and one behind, facing Yu Long's furious spear-like straight punch. He swiftly turned and approached, a move like a snake darting out, his hand turning into a curved palm aiming for Yu Long's chin or throat.
Yu Long instinctively propped himself up with one hand and somersaulted to narrowly evade the blow that almost cost him his life. He immediately countered with a punch, not giving Shang Qing a chance, and once again used vitality to push Shang Qing back.
As Shang Qing rapidly retreated, he immediately took a half step back, his body exerting force downward, and his hands quickly regained balance, stopping in place. However, Yu Long was nowhere to be seen.
What a great Wood Attribute Illusion. It seems that I only reached the first layer just now. It looks like there are still two or three layers. Yu Long's gift to himself is so pleasing and surprising to Shang Qing.
Shang Qing stepped forward slowly, instinctively preparing for battle with a half step back, and his hands changed from the blue dragon claws to a front and back response, known as the "questioning hands."
The scene before him had also been transformed by the Wood Attribute Illusion into the narrow room where the two had once lived together. At this moment, Yu Long gently set down the teacup, and on the table lay the forbidden book that Shang Qing had secretly read from his master. With his hands behind his back, he slowly turned around. " Shang Qing, I must ask you today! You killed the master, took the God pendant, betrayed the Trial grounds, and today I want to get some answers from you!"
Responding to him was Shang Qing's indifferent gaze, and a ready fighting stance.
In this case, all words seem to be superfluous.
Yu Long slightly bent his legs, and with hands in the same position as Shang Qing, they stood in front of the wooden tea table, like enemies meeting on a narrow road, bringing the gun smoke into a place once filled with memories.
Yu Long attacked first with anger, throwing a powerful punch like rushing water, continuously advancing towards Shang Qing's inner circle. Shang Qing calmly raised his hand, countering Yu Long's force by leaning back, then quickly burst out with Fire and vitality to push him back. After repeatedly blocking Yu Long's strong attacks, Shang Qing immediately followed with a deadly sword finger aimed at Yu Long's eyes.
Yu Long immediately raised his knee, using vitality to push Shang Qing away. Shang Qing chuckled again, surprised that his follower had read so many forbidden books. Isn't it ironic? Follower, you are my other side, why act like this?
Shang Qing switches to a defensive posture, tilting his hands alternately, revealing the hardest part of his arms, and quickly half-steps to prepare for Yu Long's next attack. Yu Long launches another attack, throwing punches with alternating hands, accompanied by the activation of vitality, forcing Shang Qing into a corner of the illusionary room. However, Shang Qing repeatedly relies on his extremely fast reflexes to absorb Yu Long's force and then counteracts by suppressing Yu Long's left hand that threw the punch. After breaking the punch, he immediately sees his own deadly finger thrusting towards his forehead, and instantly uses vitality to push Yu Long back.
It is said that in the world of martial arts, speed is paramount. Shang Qing recalls the technique taught by his master, "Chasing the Moon." In the confined space, this move is not easy to execute. However, if he can continuously accelerate and chase Yu Long's back, finding gaps and even exploiting his mistakes in attacking, even while maintaining a defensive stance, he can find an opportunity to break through this second level of the environment.
With this idea in mind, Shang Qing takes action and activates "Chasing the Moon," creating a blur of footsteps in front of Yu Long. Although Yu Long is keenly aware, when Shang Qing uses this unexpected move, he retaliates with a fierce punch, causing Shang Qing to stagger back.
"Yu Long, how much vitality do you have left to sustain this illusion?" Shang Qing speculates in his heart about Yu Long, who has been repeatedly struck by him, wondering how much power, fueled by hatred, is still supporting him in the end.
From Yu Long's moves, it can be seen that he is no longer so concerned with the rules, and some of his attacks are completely driven by resentment and brute force. So, all I need to do is hold on until the end, it seems that this time, you will still lose to me! Shang Qing snorted coldly and calmly launched a counterattack with the help of the moon.
The forty-ninth overlapping seal
Luo Yue was shaken by the soul's move and slammed into a tree, almost being knocked in like a nail. Fortunately, with the mutual restraint of metal and wood, Luo Yue used vitality to cut off the tree trunk, freeing himself from the still intense pain, and gathered his spirits to look at the soul in front of him.
His figure was like a towering pillar, his eyes like a phoenix, his face like jade, but not flawless. The four scars on his face were full of malice, although he looked like Guan Gong reincarnated, dressed in an elegant red and black robe, with an elegant hairstyle. He stood in front of Luo Yue like a living god, his aura stirring the heavens and earth, giving the impression of a black hole-like devouring force.
On the soul's body, there was also a string of exquisitely carved accessories, stacked with something: the overlapping seal of a knight. He also noticed Luo Yue's curious gaze and courteously bowed, "It seems you are also interested in my accessories. Don't worry, today, you will be his forty-ninth embellishment!"
The elegant tone made Luo Yue feel a wave of killing intent. Each of those imprints represented the life of a companion. The origin of this person was definitely extraordinary, but Luo Yue seemed to not acknowledge himself as the forty-ninth decoration. "Is that so? I would be happy to let you fill in my life and death book!"
The soul laughed heartily. This little girl in front of him dared to speak so arrogantly to his dignified Liu Hen, not realizing that she was at least ranked third among the Liu Hen. How could a mere Four-Phase Hero insult him like this?
However, the soul did not pay attention, just politely smiled and said, "Since you are so confident, then I will also bring out a hundred percent of my abilities. I want to see whether it's your life and death that will make me ink, or if I will use you as a decoration. How about it, little sister?"
Luo Yue didn't say much, but facing the six-souled self for the first time, there was a mixture of nervousness, the unknown, and speculation. The feeling of lack of confidence was affecting Luo Yue, who was already depleted of vitality. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down from his forehead, and before they could reach halfway, he heard a commotion coming from the eight directions as if he were training, rushing straight to his heart.
Three steps in front of Luo Yue, the soul stopped its fist. Although Luo Yue quickly reacted to take the blow, the soul's force pushed him back repeatedly, forcing him to strengthen his vitality desperately to stay on his feet.
"Is this what you meant by making me your tool, little sister?" The soul continued to attack aggressively, but its tone was as gentle as that of a close friend.
Luo Yue tried his best to calm the tumultuous and fluctuating emotions in his heart. The more he felt the cliff-like fall, the more it stimulated his tense nerves. Although his defense was flawless, it was hardly worth mentioning in the face of the soul's absolute power.
"No, that's not right. Ran Xing told me..." Luo Yue held his ground, erupting with anger and pushing the soul back with renewed vitality. Ran Xing's words seemed to echo in his ears.
"Why are you so nervous? Is something bothering you again?" In the pitch-black soul illusion, Ran Xing and Luo Yue linked arms, and the golden Luo Yue and Ran Xing shared their senses, allowing them to communicate silently.
"No, not at all!" Luo Yue turned his face away. How could Ran Xing discover his thoughts at a time like this? But Ran Xing's keen perception made Luo Yue realize that his concealment seemed to have been exposed.
So Luo Yue, somewhat defiantly, leaned on Ran Xing's shoulder. "It's enough that you know these things. Don't say that. I also want to help you in some way. Even though I might be afraid, or nervous, or feeling something else, I... I don't want to hold you back."
Those big, watery eyes sparkled with tears at first glance. Indeed, this tactic had a special impact on boys, as it earned Ran Xing a brief moment of quiet concern.
"Do you know where this saying comes from? A trump card is meant to be kept hidden; it's a teacher's ultimate move! How can you so easily say you are of no use?" Ran Xing recalled the battle with that evil spirit, and her expression grew slightly serious. Luo Yue quickly sensed the tension in the air. Grateful words were on the tip of her tongue, but she merely nodded and playfully punched Ran Xing in the chest with her small fist.
"Are you thinking about that matter again? The one that's been weighing on your heart?" Luo Yue asked gently.
"Yes, if something unexpected happens later and we have to scatter, and you don't find the teacher right away, I worry that your memories or whatever represents them might surface. I'm concerned that you will..." Ran Xing spoke as if she could foresee the future. The group was currently within a boundary of spirits, but for now, nothing had changed.
If one is constantly tormented by emotions, then no matter how vast the rivers or lakes may be, waves will rise and eventually fade away. If memories strangle the little confidence one has without any way out, then all one can do is try to forget or slowly let go, allowing the waves to settle and the water's surface to return to calm. The confidence that has been strangled will return in the tranquil currents created by your peace.
At this moment, provoked by the words of the soul, Luo Yue, struck by a double blow in battle, felt her inner turmoil rise like a raging sea. The regret of her grandfather never returning after leaving the mountain haunted this girl, causing her to gradually lose the calmness she had just regained. She began to act recklessly. Perhaps at this moment, the true purpose of the soul was just beginning to unfold.
Goodbye: Shao Meng, Long Shan
Raindrops tapped against the rocks on the ground, and it seemed that the brief relaxation of the Fire from the Five Elements Seal allowed the unconscious Shao Meng to slowly open her eyes. She felt surprisingly unbound, almost as if she were being treated as an honored guest.
"You... actually... here," Shao Meng exclaimed in shock. Before her stood a man seven feet tall, robustly built, with short hair and sharp eyes, yet he appeared as friendly as a tea drinker. However, despite wearing familiar clothes, he was indeed filled with evil power.
"Don't make that face; this will soon be your new training ground, Shao Meng," Long Shan said enthusiastically as he picked up a teacup and instructed Six Hen to serve tea to Shao Meng.
The tea wafted a fragrant aroma, unique to the Trial Grounds tea garden. In the past, when Shao Meng, her father, and Long Shan gathered together, this tea had been their favorite. Its light fragrance was fleeting, slightly bitter yet long-lastingly sweet, and it also helped heroes regulate their vitality. This gift and scene—two names and people from the past—were unexpectedly reunited after many years in this manner.
"How hypocritical! Just say what conditions you have. Besides, you are not Long Shan, you are an evil spirit," Shao Meng glared fiercely at the figure before her who stood using her uncle's body. One eye was purple while the other was black, tears streaming down one side while threats filled the other.
"It seems your father's upbringing is truly lacking; how dare you doubt your elder's identity? You really haven't changed since those days," Long Shan said as he effortlessly lifted the unconscious Ran Xing beside Shao Meng, suspending him in mid-air while turning back to glance at his somewhat rebellious nephew.
"As punishment—or perhaps to make up for your father's shortcomings—your friend will be the price!" With a surge of vitality, Long Shan thrust Ran Xing against a stone pillar guarded by Six Hen. He then pushed away his furious nephew with another wave of vitality.
"What do you mean by this? Why should my friend bear the burden of family matters?" Shao Meng exclaimed in shock, watching her "uncle's" actions with mixed emotions as she slammed her fist into the floor in frustration.
"From now on, you have only one choice. If you succeed, both you and your companions can leave; I will pretend I never saw you. If you fail, then stay here and keep your friend company in eternal rest," Long Shan said as he grabbed Shao Meng's chin with a wicked smile, articulating each word of his condition clearly.
Though furious, Shao Meng realized that with her companion in enemy hands, she had lost all leverage to negotiate with Long Shan. Reluctantly, she allowed herself to be lifted by him using vitality: "I will give you three cups of tea's worth of time. Once I finish drinking three cups, I expect to hear your response; otherwise..." Long Shan leaned closer to Shao Meng, whispering as he tugged on her ear: "Your friend will become an ornament for my teacup!"
"You!" Shao Meng was furious, but no matter how he struggled, the restraint on his vitality would not dissipate. Instead, it seemed to tighten even more, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"The first cup of tea..." The teacup fell, and Long Shan looked satisfied as he watched his prey, who was about to be used for a wild celebration by himself and his men. His "nephew" was also being cruelly tormented by him, and he slowly poured a second cup of tea, glancing at Shao Meng and then at Ran Xing, before slowly drinking the second cup.
As the cup fell from Long Shan's lips and made its way to the tea table, Shao Meng continued to ponder. What kind of conditions were there? Did he really have to take action against the "uncle" who was being used by the evil spirit? He didn't want to, but that was the reality. Time was passing in his hesitation, and soon he opened his eyes again, looking dazed at the scene before him.
Long Shan had just picked up the third cup of tea, not yet taking a sip.
"This is our family matter, and it has nothing to do with my friend. If I agree to your conditions, you must also promise me not to do anything to my friend," Shao Meng interrupted Long Shan just as he was about to drink the tea.
"Good, you are indeed a wise child who understands the intentions of your elders. Rest assured, without my consent, my men will not harm your friend. But you only have one chance. If you miss it, don't blame me. I'll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Have you made up your mind?"
Shao Meng hesitates, Long Shan drinks tea, while Ran Xing lies unconscious, surrounded by Liu Hen, and the whereabouts of Yu Long and Luo Yue are unknown; and then there's the resurrected Long Shan. What on earth is going on with all of this? It's frustrating, damn reality!
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