“Demonic Tiger Bone Training Fist Technique?” Hadn’t the techniques from the Da Chan Temple become extinct? Even Ziyue couldn’t get them, and could only use the Flying Bone Crushing Technique. It was to the extent where Ziyue needed to waste three years worth of Tiger Bone Ointment to strengthen his bones before reaching the bone-like steal realm.
Seeing the layout of the Demonic Tiger Bone Training Fist Technique, Hong Yi felt astonished for a moment. He had heard about this book from Ziyue, and knew the origins and concrete effects of this technique. It was just that after finding the Mituo Sutra, the surprise he felt at running into rare books had decreased by a lot.
Scriptures are top secret methods, but learning them still forces one to practice it one step at a time. They were not techniques that could be learned in one night.
“Ziyue taught me the Demonic Cow Strengthening Punch. It is a technique for cultivating the flesh, and skin. But at most it can only allow for one to reach the Martial Warrior level. If one wants to advance further to the Martial Master stage, then one needs to learn the secrets of cultivating the bone. Since the Demonic Tiger Bone Training Fist Technique is right here, let me take a look at it. The only problem is that my soul won’t allow me to flip open the book…”
Hong Yi obviously knew the importance of the Demonic Tiger Bone Training Fist Technique. It was the best technique for martial artists that were at the Martial Warrior stage and looking to break through to the Martial Master stage!
As Hong Yi was closing in on the first technique, Hong Xuejiao suddenly charged over with a punch. The sounds of a few explosions bombarded the space.
“Not good!”
Hong Yi was startled–this was not a small matter. He felt an extremely hot aura assaulting his face. He felt as if he had been pushed onto a stove and had ten thousand needles pricked into him. His entirety felt so painful that even his spirit almost dispersed.
As he was being racked with violent pain, Hong Yi moved his physical head a little and caused his soul to float a distance away.
“I finally understand how threatening Yang aura is. It is very vigorous, and a Yin Spirit cannot approach and touch it.”
After retreating, he noticed that Hong Xuejiao hadn’t seemed to notice him. Rather, Hong Xuejiao had been practicing and coincidentally approached his soul, causing a violent stream of Yang Energy to approach him and making him unable to breathe.
Yin Demon Spirits are generally trouble makers. There are only two types of people that will not be affected by them. The first is upright, and honest people. They understand that they cannot be affected by the spirits. The second is people who have extremely strong bodies, people who are filled with vigorous Yang Energy.
It appeared that Hong Xuejiao was the second type.
Hong Yi may not have been a demonic spirit, but the difference wasn’t much.
Understanding this, Hong Yi avoided nearing Hong Xuejiao. He kept a couple paces away from the courtyard. Looking on as Hong Xue Jiao trained, he memorized every single movement she made.
It may be that a spirit was incapable of opening books, but Hong Yi could simply watch Hong Xuejiao train. The results would be even better than reading the book. Afterall, it was like being taught directly by a real Martial Warrior.
However, after only practicing for a short period of time, she took back the book and returned to her room. Soon after, Hong Yi heard Hong Xuejiao instructing the maid to heat some water for her to take a bath.
Once Hong Yi heard her words, his spirit immediately drifted away from “Yun Ting Zhai”.
“Oh right, Father has returned, he will be a Martial Saint. It’s not known whether he is training or not.” Hong Yi once more turned his physical head, and his spirit started moving in towards the central manor.
“That’s…the levels of Yang Energy are extremely high…”
Right after passing through the wall and arriving at the entrance of the central manor, Hong Yi immediately saw faint red flames from the house. It almost looked like the Manor had caught on fire. One could even feel the threatening aura just by standing at the entrance.
“The aura of a Martial Saint is actually this large!”
Hong Yi looked at the flaming red aura coming from the room. He knew that the aura wasn’t exactly real, and that it was an illusion originating from looking on at the enormous Yang energy with his spirit.
This Yang Energy was at the level of being able to cover the heavens and earth. Hong Yi’s spirit couldn’t even enter the door.
He once more felt how terrifying his father, the Marquis of Wu Wen, was. The feeling this time was even more profound than the time his father had caused his legs to turn soft from the pressure at the main manor before.
“I have only just reached the Night Roaming stage. There is no way I can approach that enormous aura. It’s probably better I return home.”
Just as Hong Yi’s spirit was turning to leave, he suddenly felt very cold. It was a chilling sensation. He felt as if someone was breathing down his neck.
“Which roaming spirit came to spy on me?”
It was at this time that a clear sound echoed out from the house, directly entering Hong Yi’s head.
Hong Yi can identify that the sound was coming from his father, Hong Xuanji.
I got noticed!
“Sure enough, Marquis Wu Wen is one of the peak experts under the heavens. Being an existence that managed to reach the Martial Saint realm…….unexpectedly allowed you to sense us peeking at you.”
Just as Hong Yi floated to a dark corner, suddenly two people in black appeared from a opposite corner of the house.
These two black-clothed people had tall hair worn in a bun, with a jade hairpin at the very center to maintain the hairstyle. It is clear that these people were Daoist priests.
“Eh? What faction are you all from? Using the cover of night to enter my manor, and even utilizing the spirit exiting the shell to enter my room. What are you guys up to? If you think you can enter my home so easily, then you are looking down on Martial Saints.”
Hong Xuanji’s calm and slow voice passed through the walls to the outside.
“Wu Sheng Sect, Xuan Ye.”
“Zhen Kong Sect, Xuan Zhen.”
The two taoist priests each spoke their name and faction.
Soon after they also stated: ”We came here to kill you.”
“Wu Sheng Sect? Zhen Kong Sect? Where did these evil cults come from! The sects my Great Qian Dynasty’s royal family accept are only those that follow standards and possess respectful Daoist priests. Zheng Yi Dao, and Fang Xian Dao does not have a Wu Sheng Sect, or Zhen Kong Sect. It seems clowns from the evil sects want to disrupt the popular sentiments, and assassinate a court official, thus disrupting the imperial court. “ As Hong Xuanji’s voice appeared, the main manors door revealed a person with an immortal like aura standing completely straight wearing clothes embroidered with flowers.
This is truly the “Marquis Wu Wen”, Hong Xuanji.
As soon as Hong Xuanji appeared at the door.
Shua, shua!
Two sword beams appeared a hundred feet away, targeting Hong Xuanji. The beams came from the two taoist priests. Their movements weren’t seen, and yet their swords were already unsheathed and flying forward with the intention of killing Their swords became rays of light.
As the light was flying forwards, for an instant, an illusion of patterns of chrysanthemum flowers could be seen, and the tip of the blade brought forth the stifling feeling that one’s throat was completely vulnerable.
But Hong Xuanji faced the two incoming blade rays. Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand. His sparkling translucent hand, untainted by even a speck of dust, welcomed the two swords and prepared to grasp them. Unexpectedly, his thumb, forefinger, middle finger, and ring finger became rigid and caught the two blades in the air.
This was pure martial skill, precision, and strength.
With a flick of the wrist, the blades in between the cracks of his fingers switched direction. Hong Xuanji slightly shook his arm, and the two blades left his hand. There was a whistling sound as the blades flew forward unexpectedly with a speed and ferociousness a fold higher than what had been sent towards Hong Xuanji.
Bang! Bang!
Two clouds of blood appeared, bringing with them a rain of blood. The two blades stabbed deeply through the gut of the two black clothed Daoist priests and exited through their backs, directly causing the two taoist priests to collapse onto the floor.
“Hmph! Spirit Manipulating realm assassins, are merely a small matter. I can easily kill hundreds of them. They actually dare to try to assassinate me. It seems they don’t understand the immensity of heaven and earth.
Hong Xuanji stomped a few steps forward, coming to a stop in front of the two Daoist priests. Looking at the Daoist clothes the two were wearing and the aura projected by them, he sneeringly asked, “Why do the Wu Sheng Sect and Zhen Kong Sect want to assassinate me?”
“He He…..Hong Xuanji, you should be proud of yourself. I heard that the Yuan Tu Bai Household’s Bai Ziyue arrived at the Jade Capital and wants to fight against you. We will wait till you and he get exhausted from the martial competition and then we, the Wu Sheng Sect and the Zhen King Sect, will come to assassinate you.”
“Bai Ziyue? That 15-year-old martial genius from the Yuan Ti Bai household? Relying on his decision to fight me, distracting me a bit.” Hong Xuanji arrogantly spoke.
“He He…..Hong Xuanji are you really muddleheaded, or are you pretending to be? Bai Ziyue’s ancestor is one of the Eight Demonic immortals…………Wu Sheng biological parents, and Kong Jian hometown…….
These two Daoists already could not persist further. At the critical juncture, they spoke out 8 queer words and soon after died. Once the corporeal body died, the two seniors’ incorporeal yin spirits exited out of their physical bodies.
Hong Xuanji looked on. Apparently he could see the two incorporeal Yin Spirits. Suddenly he unleashed two punches. The two attacks bombarded the Yin Spirits. The two spirits could not withstand the barrage made by the enormous Yang Energy, and thus end up being dissipated. They slowly disappeared from heaven and earth. “The Eight Heavenly immortals huh…
Hong Xuanji closed his eyes, making his expression very grave.
Eh?
After he thought for a while, his gaze soon fell on one of the dark corners of the house. He didn’t see anything.
“The spirit just left. Apparently I allowed one to walk away.”
“Wu Sheng mother……….Zhen Kong hometown…..”
Hong Xuanji chewed his lip as he thought about the two statements, and he once more sank back into contemplation.
“Wu Sheng Sect, Zhen Kong Sect….Yuan Ti Bai household, Bai Ziyue, Eight heavenly immortals, imperial palace being disturbed by white foxes…..There seems to be something amiss.
At this moment, the Marquis Manor was filled with voices and was brightly lit by torches. There were many protectors of the courtyards gathering. Among these, there were even people wearing chainmail and helmets, carrying long blades, and were at the realm of Martial Warrior.
“Demonic Tiger Bone Training Fist Technique?” Hadn’t the techniques from the Da Chan Temple become extinct? Even Ziyue couldn’t get them, and could only use the Flying Bone Crushing Technique. It was to the extent where Ziyue needed to waste three years worth of Tiger Bone Ointment to strengthen his bones before reaching the bone-like steal realm.
Seeing the layout of the Demonic Tiger Bone Training Fist Technique, Hong Yi felt astonished for a moment. He had heard about this book from Ziyue, and knew the origins and concrete effects of this technique. It was just that after finding the Mituo Sutra, the surprise he felt at running into rare books had decreased by a lot.
Scriptures are top secret methods, but learning them still forces one to practice it one step at a time. They were not techniques that could be learned in one night.
“Ziyue taught me the Demonic Cow Strengthening Punch. It is a technique for cultivating the flesh, and skin. But at most it can only allow for one to reach the Martial Warrior level. If one wants to advance further to the Martial Master stage, then one needs to learn the secrets of cultivating the bone. Since the Demonic Tiger Bone Training Fist Technique is right here, let me take a look at it. The only problem is that my soul won’t allow me to flip open the book…”
Hong Yi obviously knew the importance of the Demonic Tiger Bone Training Fist Technique. It was the best technique for martial artists that were at the Martial Warrior stage and looking to break through to the Martial Master stage!
As Hong Yi was closing in on the first technique, Hong Xuejiao suddenly charged over with a punch. The sounds of a few explosions bombarded the space.
“Not good!”
Hong Yi was startled–this was not a small matter. He felt an extremely hot aura assaulting his face. He felt as if he had been pushed onto a stove and had ten thousand needles pricked into him. His entirety felt so painful that even his spirit almost dispersed.
As he was being racked with violent pain, Hong Yi moved his physical head a little and caused his soul to float a distance away.
“I finally understand how threatening Yang aura is. It is very vigorous, and a Yin Spirit cannot approach and touch it.”
After retreating, he noticed that Hong Xuejiao hadn’t seemed to notice him. Rather, Hong Xuejiao had been practicing and coincidentally approached his soul, causing a violent stream of Yang Energy to approach him and making him unable to breathe.
Yin Demon Spirits are generally trouble makers. There are only two types of people that will not be affected by them. The first is upright, and honest people. They understand that they cannot be affected by the spirits. The second is people who have extremely strong bodies, people who are filled with vigorous Yang Energy.
It appeared that Hong Xuejiao was the second type.
Hong Yi may not have been a demonic spirit, but the difference wasn’t much.
Understanding this, Hong Yi avoided nearing Hong Xuejiao. He kept a couple paces away from the courtyard. Looking on as Hong Xue Jiao trained, he memorized every single movement she made.
It may be that a spirit was incapable of opening books, but Hong Yi could simply watch Hong Xuejiao train. The results would be even better than reading the book. Afterall, it was like being taught directly by a real Martial Warrior.
However, after only practicing for a short period of time, she took back the book and returned to her room. Soon after, Hong Yi heard Hong Xuejiao instructing the maid to heat some water for her to take a bath.
Once Hong Yi heard her words, his spirit immediately drifted away from “Yun Ting Zhai”.
“Oh right, Father has returned, he will be a Martial Saint. It’s not known whether he is training or not.” Hong Yi once more turned his physical head, and his spirit started moving in towards the central manor.
“That’s…the levels of Yang Energy are extremely high…”
Right after passing through the wall and arriving at the entrance of the central manor, Hong Yi immediately saw faint red flames from the house. It almost looked like the Manor had caught on fire. One could even feel the threatening aura just by standing at the entrance.
“The aura of a Martial Saint is actually this large!”
Hong Yi looked at the flaming red aura coming from the room. He knew that the aura wasn’t exactly real, and that it was an illusion originating from looking on at the enormous Yang energy with his spirit.
This Yang Energy was at the level of being able to cover the heavens and earth. Hong Yi’s spirit couldn’t even enter the door.
He once more felt how terrifying his father, the Marquis of Wu Wen, was. The feeling this time was even more profound than the time his father had caused his legs to turn soft from the pressure at the main manor before.
“I have only just reached the Night Roaming stage. There is no way I can approach that enormous aura. It’s probably better I return home.”
Just as Hong Yi’s spirit was turning to leave, he suddenly felt very cold. It was a chilling sensation. He felt as if someone was breathing down his neck.
“Which roaming spirit came to spy on me?”
It was at this time that a clear sound echoed out from the house, directly entering Hong Yi’s head.
Hong Yi can identify that the sound was coming from his father, Hong Xuanji.
I got noticed!
“Sure enough, Marquis Wu Wen is one of the peak experts under the heavens. Being an existence that managed to reach the Martial Saint realm…….unexpectedly allowed you to sense us peeking at you.”
Just as Hong Yi floated to a dark corner, suddenly two people in black appeared from a opposite corner of the house.
These two black-clothed people had tall hair worn in a bun, with a jade hairpin at the very center to maintain the hairstyle. It is clear that these people were Daoist priests.
“Eh? What faction are you all from? Using the cover of night to enter my manor, and even utilizing the spirit exiting the shell to enter my room. What are you guys up to? If you think you can enter my home so easily, then you are looking down on Martial Saints.”
Hong Xuanji’s calm and slow voice passed through the walls to the outside.
“Wu Sheng Sect, Xuan Ye.”
“Zhen Kong Sect, Xuan Zhen.”
The two taoist priests each spoke their name and faction.
Soon after they also stated: ”We came here to kill you.”
“Wu Sheng Sect? Zhen Kong Sect? Where did these evil cults come from! The sects my Great Qian Dynasty’s royal family accept are only those that follow standards and possess respectful Daoist priests. Zheng Yi Dao, and Fang Xian Dao does not have a Wu Sheng Sect, or Zhen Kong Sect. It seems clowns from the evil sects want to disrupt the popular sentiments, and assassinate a court official, thus disrupting the imperial court. “ As Hong Xuanji’s voice appeared, the main manors door revealed a person with an immortal like aura standing completely straight wearing clothes embroidered with flowers.
This is truly the “Marquis Wu Wen”, Hong Xuanji.
As soon as Hong Xuanji appeared at the door.
Shua, shua!
Two sword beams appeared a hundred feet away, targeting Hong Xuanji. The beams came from the two taoist priests. Their movements weren’t seen, and yet their swords were already unsheathed and flying forward with the intention of killing Their swords became rays of light.
As the light was flying forwards, for an instant, an illusion of patterns of chrysanthemum flowers could be seen, and the tip of the blade brought forth the stifling feeling that one’s throat was completely vulnerable.
But Hong Xuanji faced the two incoming blade rays. Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand. His sparkling translucent hand, untainted by even a speck of dust, welcomed the two swords and prepared to grasp them. Unexpectedly, his thumb, forefinger, middle finger, and ring finger became rigid and caught the two blades in the air.
This was pure martial skill, precision, and strength.
With a flick of the wrist, the blades in between the cracks of his fingers switched direction. Hong Xuanji slightly shook his arm, and the two blades left his hand. There was a whistling sound as the blades flew forward unexpectedly with a speed and ferociousness a fold higher than what had been sent towards Hong Xuanji.
Bang! Bang!
Two clouds of blood appeared, bringing with them a rain of blood. The two blades stabbed deeply through the gut of the two black clothed Daoist priests and exited through their backs, directly causing the two taoist priests to collapse onto the floor.
“Hmph! Spirit Manipulating realm assassins, are merely a small matter. I can easily kill hundreds of them. They actually dare to try to assassinate me. It seems they don’t understand the immensity of heaven and earth.
Hong Xuanji stomped a few steps forward, coming to a stop in front of the two Daoist priests. Looking at the Daoist clothes the two were wearing and the aura projected by them, he sneeringly asked, “Why do the Wu Sheng Sect and Zhen Kong Sect want to assassinate me?”
“He He…..Hong Xuanji, you should be proud of yourself. I heard that the Yuan Tu Bai Household’s Bai Ziyue arrived at the Jade Capital and wants to fight against you. We will wait till you and he get exhausted from the martial competition and then we, the Wu Sheng Sect and the Zhen King Sect, will come to assassinate you.”
“Bai Ziyue? That 15-year-old martial genius from the Yuan Ti Bai household? Relying on his decision to fight me, distracting me a bit.” Hong Xuanji arrogantly spoke.
“He He…..Hong Xuanji are you really muddleheaded, or are you pretending to be? Bai Ziyue’s ancestor is one of the Eight Demonic immortals…………Wu Sheng biological parents, and Kong Jian hometown…….
These two Daoists already could not persist further. At the critical juncture, they spoke out 8 queer words and soon after died. Once the corporeal body died, the two seniors’ incorporeal yin spirits exited out of their physical bodies.
Hong Xuanji looked on. Apparently he could see the two incorporeal Yin Spirits. Suddenly he unleashed two punches. The two attacks bombarded the Yin Spirits. The two spirits could not withstand the barrage made by the enormous Yang Energy, and thus end up being dissipated. They slowly disappeared from heaven and earth. “The Eight Heavenly immortals huh…
Hong Xuanji closed his eyes, making his expression very grave.
Eh?
After he thought for a while, his gaze soon fell on one of the dark corners of the house. He didn’t see anything.
“The spirit just left. Apparently I allowed one to walk away.”
“Wu Sheng mother……….Zhen Kong hometown…..”
Hong Xuanji chewed his lip as he thought about the two statements, and he once more sank back into contemplation.
“Wu Sheng Sect, Zhen Kong Sect….Yuan Ti Bai household, Bai Ziyue, Eight heavenly immortals, imperial palace being disturbed by white foxes…..There seems to be something amiss.
At this moment, the Marquis Manor was filled with voices and was brightly lit by torches. There were many protectors of the courtyards gathering. Among these, there were even people wearing chainmail and helmets, carrying long blades, and were at the realm of Martial Warrior.
