Chapter 125
“Hiss... The mighty Yin Huacheng, a master of the Guanshen realm, didn’t even get a chance to call for help. He was killed in a single blow!”
The crowd erupted in a flurry of whispers, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty.
Yin Huacheng was considered a strong figure in the Guanshen realm.
Yet now, he had been crushed like a chick underfoot.
“We’ve already sent someone to notify the elders.”
“Ouyang Shixiong, what do you think?”
“Tie Ge, how about you?”
Luo Yu turned his gaze toward the two.
One of them was the second strongest disciple of Qingyuan Sect, also the chief of Ruyi Peak.
Tie Qi was not only the top disciple of Gangdou Sect but also an experienced enforcer.
“The killer didn’t use any internal energy or soul intent.”
Ouyang, a young man with a troubled expression, shook his head as he looked at Yin Huacheng’s corpse.
No soul intent?
No internal energy?
In other words, Yin Huacheng was brutally beaten to death with sheer physical strength?
Hiss...
A chorus of gasps filled the air.
To crush a master of the Guanshen realm with brute force—was that even something a human could do?
It was too brutal.
“The weapon used by the assailant must have been... a hammer!”
“And that person only made one move.”
“The attacker is likely a killer from Xiyu Tower, practicing an extremely domineering body refinement technique.”
Tie Qi’s expression was grave.
That was all he could deduce, after all, he hadn’t witnessed it firsthand.
“A hammer?”
“One blow to kill?”
“Xiyu Tower?”
The crowd exchanged glances, and those with weaker nerves swallowed hard.
Bai Jinghong’s earlier arrogance had vanished, and he began to calculate silently in his heart.
The more he thought, the paler his face became.
If he were in Yin Huacheng’s position, his fate would likely be no different.
He knew that Yin Huacheng had also practiced a body refinement technique, and in terms of physical strength, he was slightly superior.
In this small Donghuang, there existed such a terrifying presence?
“It’s the Hammer King of the Northwest!”
At that moment, a youthful voice piped up.
What was that?
All eyes turned to the speaker, Luo Yao.
“Exactly, it’s the Hammer King of the Northwest.”
“I’ve seen him strike before; with one blow, he turned the Night Ghost Liu Heng into mush.”
“And judging by his voice, he can’t be that old; he should be a big brother.”
Luo Yao tilted her little face up, a hint of pride in her demeanor.
Luo Yu fell into deep thought. Previously, he had dismissed the existence of the Hammer King of the Northwest, but now he was beginning to have doubts.
The crowd fell silent, lost in contemplation.
A vicious killer, fond of smashing people to death with a hammer, was lurking nearby.
By convention, they should have been fired up, exchanging a few words of solidarity and promising to assist Qingyuan Sect in capturing the murderer to make a show of it.
But no one dared to speak.
What if that fiend hadn’t gone far?
“Under the bright sun, in broad daylight!”
An angry voice rang out.
The crowd froze, glancing outside at the dark, stormy night.
“Bold scoundrel! How dare you attack a disciple of our sect!”
“I, Li Mo, will not rest until I see you brought to justice!”
The young man, having finished his watermelon, slammed it to the ground, his righteous indignation palpable.
The young talents present felt a flush of shame.
Just moments ago, they had been gripped by fear, not daring to utter a word.
Look at him—so upright, so noble, so willing to take the lead.
They had heard that this Li Zhenchuan was a man of justice, fiercely opposed to evil, and the rumors were indeed true!
“Li Laodi is so forthright!”
“Li Xiong is spot on!”
Cheers erupted, with some giving thumbs up and others clapping enthusiastically.
But the applause quickly faded.
Because... the wind and rain outside seemed to have suddenly stopped?
No, it wasn’t that the storm had ceased; rather, all the raindrops were suspended in mid-air, unable to fall.
It was the domain of a powerful master.
Yin Huaxuan entered expressionless, his aura like that of an enraged lion.
Beside him were several powerful figures from Ziyang Prefecture.
They had just searched a hundred-mile radius, leaving no stone unturned, yet found not a single clue.
If the assailant hadn’t flown away, there was only one possibility.
“Come out.”
“I already know you’re here.”
His voice echoed, resonating deeply, causing everyone to momentarily lose their focus, the ominous tone piercing their hearts.
Each person felt as if a thorn was lodged in their throat, their secrets laid bare.
Li Mo felt as if he were being watched by a ferocious beast.
Yet he felt no unease.
Is this it? Compared to my master, this is nothing.
Yin Huaxuan’s gaze lingered on Li Mo for a moment.
He recalled that when leaving the sect, Yin Huacheng had had a conflict with him?
But...
This boy was skilled with a sword and was merely at the internal energy level...
“Elder Yin, the killer may not be here.”
“Who knows what treacherous means the scoundrels of Xiyu Tower might employ to escape?”
“I, Fen Yulin, will assist you in the pursuit.”
A middle-aged man in scholarly robes broke the tension.
“That person might have come for the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm.”
“Indeed, he will surely appear in the secret realm. If any of my disciples have news, we will share it.”
The other powerful figures also chimed in.
“Yao’er.”
“You’ve seen that person; come tell us what features he had.”
After all, an incident had occurred on the territory of Fen Yulin.
They were giving due importance to the death of a true disciple of Qingyuan Sect.
That very night, their elite forces were dispatched, and several internal energy masters were mobilized, creating quite a stir. For a time, Qinghe County was in a state of alarm, with even petty crimes ceasing.
But despite the commotion, there were still few results.
Moreover, Qinghe County was no longer dominated by them alone; some forces, though not rooted in Ziyang Prefecture, were not within their reach for thorough investigation.
This mobilization was destined to be more noise than substance from the start.
And the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm was about to open.
When that time came, how many true disciples would perish?
The next day
Fifty miles outside Qinghe County, at Hongfeng Mountain.
The maple leaves here bloomed year-round, their blood-red hue vibrant in all seasons. Today, the crimson was even more enchanting, as if it were about to stain the clouds.
Who knows if it had anything to do with the fallen Blood Phoenix?
Now, warriors from all directions were gathering in droves.
The secret realm was about to open.
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Chapter 124: Ying Bing, Is It Delicious?
At Dongli Manor.
Inside the residence.
The young man silently opened his eyes, the firelight within them almost tangible, slowly calming down.
The nearby disciples of Qingyuan Sect felt varying degrees of heat radiating from him.
However, before they could fully grasp it, the warmth dissipated into nothingness, as if it had been an illusion.
“Xuan Dan’s embryonic form.”
Li Mo exhaled softly.
What a pity.
Last night, that small vial of Golden Crow blood he had saved up was completely consumed.
Other rare treasures were far less effective; otherwise, he wouldn’t have had to stop halfway through condensing the Xuan Dan.
“Is there anyone in the world whose Xuan Dan is as hard to condense as mine?”
Li Mo sighed.
In truth, his rate of progress was already enough to make most internal energy warriors exclaim in disbelief.
But one had to consider his consumption.
A single drop of Golden Crow blood was enough to elevate an ordinary internal energy practitioner to new heights.
He had consumed a small vial, and the Xuan Dan still hadn’t materialized.
If he relied solely on his own painstaking efforts to break through, who knows how long it would take.
“I hope the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm can bring me some surprises.”
He touched the book in his arms and stepped out of the room.
As he reached the next room, he paused.
He felt a pressure, clear and noble, like that of a deity.
“Bing Tuo has made quite a bit of progress too.”
...
Inside the room.
The True Phoenix Feather hung before her chest, shimmering slightly, as if resonating with the divine pattern on the girl’s brow. The two internal energies intertwined, sweeping through all directions.
Ying Bing appeared increasingly sacred and untouchable.
“Finally, I’ve regained control of the True Phoenix Transformation.”
She relaxed her delicate brows and put away the feather.
All along, she had been comprehending the power within the True Phoenix Feather.
This was no longer mere martial arts; calling it divine ability would not be an exaggeration.
With the True Phoenix Feather protecting her, the Xiahong energy and her physical form had been further enhanced, stronger by two or three times compared to when she had been tempered by the power of the Taiyin.
The martial arts she had once prided herself on in her previous life could now be initially manifested.
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