Chapter 329 A bizarre martial arts style, capable of stunning three realms, like an immortal or a god, attracting the attention of all beauties.
Zheng Dechun, relying on his superb lightness skill, skillfully dodged the arrows several times. The "Red Silk Wedding Steps" were quite unique; originally a "two-person skill," requiring both men and women to practice together, their movements intertwined. Feints, side attacks, close-quarters combat… his footwork was agile and uncanny, difficult for opponents to withstand. Zheng Dechun, neither male nor female, having married himself… had mastered it alone, adding to its unique appeal!
With each swift movement, his figure was graceful and alluring. Each step he took was like a beautiful young woman awaiting her wedding, full of anticipation and longing; each stride he took was like a groom welcoming his bride. His gait was unpredictable, yet his speed was astonishing.
He was neither male nor female, with a slender waist but broad shoulders, long hair but large feet, and a high-pitched voice but a square face. He was sinister and terrifying, eerily unsettling. His appearance inspired extreme fear in anyone who looked upon him; how could anyone dare to fight him?
Zheng Dechun covered his face and wept, his sobs a mixture of sorrow and longing, like a woman on the eve of her wedding, leaving her parents behind to marry far away. With each step he took, the "ethereal melody" and "thunderous sound" emanating from his body transformed into a cry that moved all who heard it to tears, hindering their steps and preventing them from fleeing.
This martial art is unpredictable and bizarre; even before the fighting begins, it displays all sorts of strange phenomena, leaving people completely baffled.
Li Xian secretly played the "Guardian Melody" and "Yang Immortal Melody" to resist the influence of the crying. He saw Zheng Dechun climb up the chain in an instant, his speed was incredibly fast. Li Xian thought to himself: "This person is very strong, and his footwork is strange. Fortunately, I have fought against a third-realm martial artist before, and his ability is not beyond my expectations."
He immediately leaped into the air and fled. Hundreds of iron chains hung from the two cliffs of the Imprisoned Woman Gorge. In the past, servants would climb the chains to deliver food and water and tend to the women's quarters. Today, Li Xian made the most of them, swinging on the chains and leaping away. In terms of speed, he was far inferior to Zheng Dechun, but his archery skills were superb, and he would always fire several arrows with each leap.
Zheng Dechun's spirits were dampened, and he was terrified of arrows. Even with his ghostly and peculiar footwork, dodging arrows was not easy. His speed was always hampered, and these slight differences made it impossible for him to catch up with Li Xian.
After a brief exchange, Li Xian swung left and right, dodging and leaping between the chains, yet he remained unscathed by Zheng Dechun. Zhao Chunxia, watching him swing left and right, sometimes disappearing from sight, sometimes swinging to the opposite wall, exclaimed in admiration, "Li Xian's archery skills are superb! His willingness to contend with Zheng Dechun truly shows he possesses exceptional skill. Zheng Dechun is furious at this moment, but he's entangled and helpless!"
The female elders from various sects, including Tang Mengluo, Bao Hanhan, He Lijun, and Peng Sanluo, all nodded in unison, praising, "Excellent! Let's use archery to entangle them; perhaps we can win!" "As long as we fully utilize our advantages, victory is not certain." "This child is very intelligent, not a reckless fool. Facing a powerful opponent from the third realm, he still handles the situation calmly!"
Lin Aoshan, Luo Feiyan, Mu Hongchou, and others, with their keen insight, were secretly worried and broke out in a cold sweat. Although it was a back-and-forth battle, if Li Xian made even the slightest mistake, things would not end well. Just moments ago, the Imprisoned Woman Gorge was bustling with activity, but now it was eerily quiet, with only the two combatants remaining.
The wind howls, arrows whistle, roars, the clang of iron, sparks fly, shadows dart about...
This maneuvering lasted for half an incense stick's time. Several perilous situations were averted. Li Xian remained graceful and elegant, while Zheng Dechun, wounded by an arrow, was utterly exhausted.
Zheng Dechun, annoyed, thought to himself, "You little rascal! Do you really think I can't do anything to you? Your archery skills are strong, leaving me helpless, but without the iron chain to break free, let's see what you do!" By this time, he had calmed down and knew that Li Xian was agile and skilled in archery, and was deliberately plotting. Even though Zheng Dechun had high cultivation and strong martial arts, he was always restrained and unable to use most of his martial arts techniques. If this continued, Zheng Dechun would surely become depressed and lose his ambition.
Instead of immediately pursuing, whenever he saw Li Xiandang heading in another direction, he would seize the iron chains and toss them into the air. Several chains were thrown in succession, only to become entangled and knotted in mid-air. This was the "Mandarin Duck Red Rope Palm," a technique where a single strike would cause the body's meridians, blood vessels, and bones to become intertwined and knotted, forming a "Mandarin Duck Red Knot." It bore a slight resemblance to the Azure Silk Palm.
His martial arts level was extremely high. His martial arts techniques evolved in a way that was both miraculous and divine. He simply tossed the iron chain upwards, and it wove into a knot of iron chains resembling mandarin ducks. Hundreds of chains were no longer of any use. Once they were all entangled, Li Xian's escape plan would inevitably be rendered useless.
The more timid women cried out in alarm, stamping their feet anxiously, completely panicked. They felt as if they themselves were in grave danger. They all racked their brains for a way to warn the young hero, but no matter how hard they tried, it was to no avail.
Zhao Chunxia cursed, "What a wicked villain! He's really troublesome!" She was filled with worry as she stared intently at the battle situation.
Numerous iron chains intertwined, leaving Li Xian with only one narrow path to swing on. Zheng Dechun ascended the chain, quickly reaching several meters in length. Li Xian remained calm, no longer fleeing, and seized the opportunity to shoot an arrow down.
Zheng Dechun swayed, trying to dodge, but the arrow, incorporating the "Surging Waves" technique of the Azure Palm, surged towards him like a tidal wave. At such a distance, with such archery skill, how could it miss? Zheng Dechun suppressed his palpitations and used the Flying Dragon Cloud-Piercing Hand to parry the arrow. The martial arts evolved, with dragon roars echoing, and his palms gleamed like golden scales.
A series of sharp, clanging sounds rang out. Zheng Dechun's waist was forced backward by the force of the arrow. He gritted his teeth and roared, thinking to himself, "This boy's cultivation is very shallow, and he is very young. How can his internal energy be so powerful and his strength so fierce? Although his archery skills are strong, he shouldn't be this troublesome. But the combination of his various abilities is truly frustrating." His feet were tightly gripping the iron chains, forced down several feet by the arrow. Sparks flew from his toes against the iron chains, which turned red-hot.
Snowflakes landed on the iron chains, instantly turning into heat. Before Zheng Dechun could catch his breath, a second arrow followed. He had no choice but to take it head-on, his body being knocked several feet down. The third arrow, the fourth arrow… sparks flew, the iron chains scorched, Zheng Dechun's face was ashen. He had already climbed more than halfway up, but was repelled by the arrows and forced to fall back to the ground. His hands were burning, his skin was broken and bleeding. He had not been able to block all the arrows, and there were arrow wounds and scratches on his shoulders and back. He was in a very sorry state.
Zheng Dechun suddenly flew into a rage. He used one hand to block the arrow and the other to grab the chain, which jingled and swayed, transmitting the force of his palm strike. This plan was ingenious, but Li Xian's archery skills were superb. With only the chain in his hand, Zheng Dechun could hardly dodge the flying arrow. Li Xian's arrows constantly hampered Zheng Dechun's movements.
Retreat was not an option, nor was advance. His purpose had always been anticipated, and no one had expected that his archery skills alone could force him into such a sorry state. The elders, seeing Zheng Dechun's disheveled state, all felt a sense of satisfaction. Suddenly, Bao Hanhan cried out, her joy vanishing and replaced by worry.
It turned out that Li Xian's quiver was almost empty. Li Xian had used his high position to his advantage, but without arrows, his weakness would be immediately apparent. At that point, his chances of survival would be slim. He wanted to warn him, but feared the enemy would overhear first.
Gradually, all the elders became aware of the situation, their hearts pounding in their chests. When Li Xian fired his last arrow, the disciples also realized what was happening, and several women cried out in alarm, their joy turning to fear.
Zheng Dechun finally found an opportunity and swiftly lunged forward, striking Li Xian's chest with both palms. Li Xian calmly pondered, "This man's fists and feet are relatively weak. I'll first exhaust his strength with my flying arrows and wear down his mind. Now is the best time to lure him in." He hooked his toes on the iron ring and fled straight upwards.
The elders sighed, "It's perilous! It's perilous!" They all felt that Li Xian's skills were exhausted, and in this situation, his life was in danger. They couldn't help but feel even more sorrow: "Such a young man, perishing here. Heaven has mercy, why do thieves rule and cause harm for a thousand years? This fine young man is in such a tragic situation."
Suddenly, a woman cried out in surprise, her voice tinged with joy. Zheng Dechun had finally closed in, and the outcome seemed certain. Li Xian, no longer retreating, suddenly drew her spear from her sleeve; the ghostly python thrust its head out, catching Zheng Dechun completely off guard.
The elders were immediately astonished. Could this young man be not only skilled in archery but also possess talent in spear fighting? Zhao Chunxia's heart fluttered slightly, knowing that Li Xian was adept at spear techniques. This was just the beginning, yet his skill had already astonished everyone around her.
Li Xian's aura instantly changed: "Even if you're at the third realm, do you think I'm afraid of you!" In martial arts duels, life-or-death battles... the worst thing is to be timid and hesitant. One may be cautious and vigilant, but the spear must be aimed straight at the dragon.
The gunshots rang out in rapid succession, the cold iron scraping against the snowflakes, the spear techniques whipping up a chilling wind, "The Desolate Crow and the Broken Moon," "The Desolate Demon Playing in the Water"... a multitude of spear moves were rendered with extreme versatility. The spear strikes were fierce, the spear techniques cunning.
Flowing like clouds and water, as beautiful as a painting or a poem.
Although Zheng Dechun had reached the third realm, none of his martial arts skills in his entire life could compare to this set of spear techniques. It was almost the pinnacle of perfection, and its momentum was like a surging river, fierce and overwhelming, catching Zheng Dechun completely off guard.
Zheng Dechun broke out in a cold sweat, his heart pounding with each strike. He cursed inwardly, "Where did this brat come from? His archery is impressive, fine. But who knew his spear technique is equally formidable! If I had known this earlier, I certainly wouldn't have rushed into close combat and lost the initiative." He also felt that every spear strike contained fierce, brute force that was difficult to neutralize.
In this situation, it would be extremely difficult to regain the initiative.
He ducked to avoid a shot, preparing to retaliate. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his face, as if struck in the chest with a heavy blow. He was certain Li Xian hadn't touched him, but the impact was real. Seeing the enemy's spear thrust at him again, he turned to dodge.
But then he felt something wrap around his waist, and in the instant he turned, he was forcibly pulled back, while at the same time, the Ghost Python Spear thrust towards him. There was no way to dodge; he could only catch the spear with his bare hands. Greatly alarmed, he realized that Li Xian's spear techniques were endless. He wanted to dodge, to counterattack, to retreat, to finish the fight… but he always felt an invisible resistance. Sometimes it entangled, sometimes it circled, sometimes it struck, sometimes it vibrated… causing him unbearable suffering.
Completely baffled. As the saying goes, those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. At this moment, all the female elders, their brows furrowed, were speechless with astonishment, murmuring, "Pure Qi Robe!?"
It turns out that Li Xian skillfully used the Pure Qi Robe, an invisible garment that could roll, unfold, stretch, fan, cover, shield, or vibrate... Even in close combat, the two were always separated by a layer of Pure Qi Robe. Li Xian's skillful use of this garment, combined with his spear techniques, always produced remarkable results.
Sometimes, as Li Xian thrust his spear forward, his pure qi robe wrapping around the shaft, Zheng Dechun, unarmed and fighting on iron chains, could not dodge completely and could only parry with both hands. The instant he grasped the spear, Li Xian pulled back his qi robe, simultaneously thrusting the spear forward. In this back-and-forth motion, Zheng Dechun, oblivious to the details, only felt his hand slip and his body move forward, before being pierced by the spear.
Zheng Dechun, covered in blood and riddled with bullets, was furious. He repeatedly tried to force Li Xian to the ground, but all his efforts failed. It was laughable that he underestimated the heroes of the world, revealing his narrow-mindedness and shallowness. He usually bullied the weak and never encountered a true hero.
Li Xian's spear technique was extremely refined, aided by his pure Qi armor. On the iron chains, he held a complete advantage. The more he fought, the more excited he became, thinking, "I learned the Remnant Demon Spear technique on my own, and I have never encountered a true opponent. This Zheng Dechun is narrow-minded and short-sighted, which is perfect for honing my spear skills."
On the iron chains, a silver spear danced rapidly, exuding a ghostly aura. It seemed as if a hundred ghosts emerged and swaggered about, two playful imps frolicking, their ghostly hands covering their eyes in mockery. Three weeping ghosts wailed mournfully, their cries disturbing the mind. Li Xian, sharp and focused, unleashed his spear with the speed, power, and ferocity of a dragon, a ghost, and a phantom. Zheng Dechun, despite his cultivation and martial arts prowess, found himself unable to utilize them. Having lost the initiative, he suffered a crushing defeat. A dignified third-realm martial artist, manipulated by the spear's skill, was left dizzy and bewildered, utterly unable to defend himself!
The women looked on with admiration. Mu Hongchou thought to herself, "This is a true hero, far superior to Zhou Shijie and the others. He is proficient in strategy, martial arts, spear and arrow techniques. He is only at the second realm of cultivation... yet he faced a powerful enemy at the third realm with ease, gaining the upper hand and emerging unscathed!"
After a brief exchange, Zheng Dechun roared and forcefully took a piercing spear strike, slamming his palms towards Li Xian's chest. This was a suicidal move, one that Li Xian would have had little chance of dodging. In the instant before the blows, Li Xian transformed into a streak of light, shifting several feet away to avoid the attack, and using his light footwork to return to the ground. He flicked the blood off his spear. The Ghost Python Spear shone with silver light, its killing intent amplified by the blood of the newly awakened third realm. Zheng Dechun's eyes dimmed, gripping the iron chains tightly. After a few more moments, his body gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Li Xian dared not be careless. He observed carefully and thought, "That last shot must have pierced his heart. He should have died, but a third-realm martial artist... I need to observe him for a while longer."
Hearing the women cheering, he felt neither smug nor careless. His eyes were fixed on Zheng Dechun's corpse. He picked up ten pebbles and used his "Cloud-Soaring Hand" technique to shoot them. With ten "thud, thud, thud," the pebbles struck the acupoints, then shattered with a "bang," countless stone fragments filling his body.
Seeing his extreme caution, the elders, including Tang Mengluo, nodded in approval and held him in even higher regard. One elder, helping to observe, said crisply, "Young friend, this person has only recently reached the third realm. However, his martial arts have evolved deeply. Although his heart meridian is broken, if he possesses a life-protecting martial art, it is still undergoing development."
Li Xian nodded, plucked a strand of long hair, and sent it to the corpse with a flick of his palm, listening for any movement and assessing its condition. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he leaped into the air. The instant he left the ground, a small, delicate hand burst forth from the earth, only to grasp at empty air.
The "roots" can transmit sensory information through sight and hearing, and even "sensory perception of the earth." He noticed a change in the ground and immediately guessed that Zheng Dechun was hiding nearby, so he leaped up. Had he been even slightly off, he would have been captured.
Li Xian used the Seven Star Steps to break through the "Qi ball," stomping several times in mid-air to quickly rise several feet. After being several feet off the ground, he observed the ground. Suddenly, flying objects shot towards him from the east, south, and north. Their speed was formidable, making them difficult to dodge. Li Xian then channeled his "Golden Light," flashing out and furrowing his brow to survey his surroundings.
Suddenly, a loud "bang" rang out, and Zheng Dechun's corpse burst open, releasing a pale green poisonous mist. Voices echoed from all sides: "Good lad, you are indeed formidable. You have killed me, Zheng Dechun, once! This is the 'Bone-Melting Blood-Eating Poison,' which will spread upwards and engulf the canyon. If I'm not mistaken, you must have done this to save those women, right? Hahaha, among these women, could it be your lover? That you risked your life to rescue her. As this mist dissipates, they will all die, their bones turning to water, their flesh to soup... their beautiful faces will all perish, all because of you. Hahaha."
"If you discard your spear, cut off your own hands and feet, and gouge out your own eyes and ears, I can still withdraw the poisonous fog. The choice is yours."
Li Xian asked, "How dare you! These women were captured by He Wentian with great effort, and you poisoned them. Do you think you can get away with this?" Zheng Dechun replied, "Hmph, City Lord He anticipated this. If anything unusual happens, I would rather poison them all than let a single one escape."
The women all felt a chill and cursed loudly. Li Xian said, "Well done, He Wentian! Truly vicious and ruthless!" Then he smiled confidently, "What a pity, what a pity. Though his scheme is ruthless, it's useless against me." He secretly used the 'Xunfeng Breath' technique, starting a furnace in his belly, cooking and purifying the air, and accumulating a rich and pure aura.
Zheng Dechun cursed, "Selfish brat, fine, then I'll show you!" The poisonous fog spread rapidly, creeping upwards. The lower-lying stone caves were gradually enveloped. The women were terrified, holding their breath and closing their eyes, hoping to hold on for just a moment longer.
Li Xian, having gathered his strength, opened his mouth and exhaled mist. The white mist swept in like a whirlwind, suppressing and eliminating the poisonous fog... the calamity was resolved in an instant. A woman exclaimed, "Excellent skill! Excellent skill!"
Luo Feiyan felt a sudden sense of familiarity, her eyes fixed on Li Xian's figure. She murmured, "Could it be...could it be him! Isn't his name Hua Manlou? Why is he also called Li Xian? He...he's so strange, so unpredictable. This...this little thief..." Her pretty face flushed slightly, her feelings complicated. Recalling her past encounters, how Li Xian had tricked her and embarrassed her, she felt no resentment or anger. She remembered their correspondence a few days prior, where Li Xian's flirtatious words had stirred her heart.
As the white mist enveloped him, the dark turbidity in Li Xian's face dissipated, revealing flowing long hair, a face as handsome as jade, and a striking red mole between his brows, exuding a heroic and imposing aura. Luo Feiyan sighed, "In terms of handsomeness, few can rival him. This man is no less cunning than He Wentian, always preferring to disguise himself and hide, utterly despicable. This pure aura possesses the ability to purify and cleanse, hence its manifestation at this moment. But there's no other way; otherwise, how could he infiltrate the enemy ranks?" Her gaze lingered, unable to look away.
At this moment, his full appearance was revealed, and his demeanor reached a new level: he was enveloped in white mist, his temperament was ethereal, his face was flawless, his body was upright, his spear was sharp, and his will soared to the heavens.
The women were captivated, their eyes glued to the young master. It took them a long while to regain their senses, their anxiety growing ever stronger. They desperately hoped the young master would be safe and sound.
Zhao Chunxia was stunned, her eyes gleaming with a strange light as she stared intently, murmuring, "So this is the young master I was communicating with. So this is what he looks like..." Tang Mengluo and the others, seeing the elder for the first time, were also moved. Li Xian, shrouded in white mist, hovered in mid-air, his gaze fixed on the ground.
He thought to himself, "Zheng Dechun's body is destroyed, and his heart is pierced. How could he have survived? And how could his body turn into poisonous gas?" Li Xian twisted a strand of hair again and sent it to the ground. The hair rooted down, and he first checked the ground to make sure it was safe. Then he stood beside the hair and observed the changes in the ground around him.
Zheng Dechun leaped out of the ground, revealing himself to be short in stature, with short arms and legs, resembling a child, his hands reaching out to grab and attack. However, his abilities had drastically diminished. Li Xian parried with his spear, and after a brief exchange, a second and a third Zheng Dechun emerged from the ground. All were short in stature, attacking from the left and right, flanking from the front and back, subtly forming a defensive formation.
Each of the Zheng Dechuns was less capable than before, and their appearances were strange, resembling young children, yet each was different. One had short arms and legs, one had long arms and short legs, and one had short arms and long legs. The one with short arms and short legs was eloquent. The one with long arms and short legs possessed powerful palm strikes, while the one with short arms and long legs was incredibly fast. They subtly formed a formation, making them even more difficult to deal with!
turn out to be……
Zheng Dechun's martial arts skills were mediocre. Having guarded "Prisoner's Gorge" since childhood, he rarely had the opportunity to go out, and his experience was only average. However, his martial arts had developed into a unique style: "Self-Marriage and Childbirth Style." This style was quite strange, requiring one to possess the "Double Yin Appearance" and master three martial arts techniques.
He Wentian said, "With this school of martial arts, even if martial artists from all four realms launch a strong attack, you can still defend this Prisoner's Gorge!"
The first martial art: Nourishing Life Skill - Mandarin Duck Poison-Eating Skill. This skill aims to nourish the body with poison. With prolonged use, one develops strong poison resistance. After death, the Mandarin Duck Poison-Eating Skill reverses its effects, causing the accumulated poison to surge back. The second martial art: Male-Female Union Skill, a truly rare martial art requiring the [Double Yin Aspect]. This is an internal cultivation martial art aimed at "restoring one's original Qi." At its highest level, one can "marry and marry oneself," enjoying unrestricted pleasure, and even "give birth to one's own children." The third martial art: Bone-Moving Life-Transforming Palm, a palm strike with insidious and poisonous power, a torturous technique.
Although the three martial arts are strange and unusual, if they are combined in one person, resonate with each other, and blend together, they will form the "Self-Marriage and Self-Child Delivery Style," which can have miraculous effects: one body with two lives, the body transforms into three children, the old body is transformed into poison, and the killer leaves no trace.
After Zheng Dechun's death, the Mandarin Duck Poison-Eating Skill continued to evolve, and his consciousness remained. At this time, the "Male-Female Union Skill" and the "Bone-Moving and Rebirth Palm" resonated and evolved. The Bone-Moving and Rebirth Palm was used on himself, manipulating all his bones and recombining them into three infant bodies. The Male-Female Union Skill then "gave birth to its own offspring," thus enabling one body to transform into three offspring.
Combined with the "Art of Earth Escape," they hid underground. The Mandarin Duck Poison-Eating Technique was reversed, and the remaining remains transformed into poison. In this way, such a miraculous effect was achieved. The old body died, and three new offspring were created: one boy and two girls.
Due to differences in bone structure, the three sons have distinct physiques. They burrow underground and form a strange formation, employing a variety of unorthodox tactics that make them extremely difficult to deal with. Their old bodies are poisoned, and the poisonous gas permeates the air. Even martial artists of the fourth realm, without the corresponding methods, will either have to flee in disarray or perish on the spot.
This school of martial arts still needs a crucial element: reaching the third realm of martial arts. Otherwise, its martial arts development will be insufficient, and its infancy will easily "die in the womb." Therefore, Zheng Dechun's cultivation has barely reached the third realm, and he is confined to the Imprisoned Woman Gorge, rather than being put to great use elsewhere. He Wentian has made the best use of everything, and his plans have been perfectly executed.
One of the pieces launched a surprise attack, unleashing the "Flying Dragon Cloud-Piercing Claw" technique with both palms.
Li Xian's breath hitched, and a dark light emanated from his body. He activated his "Iron Copper Body" to withstand the attack, further enhanced by the "Ghostly Entanglement" property of the Remnant Demon Spear. Ghostly shadows burst forth from the dark light of his Iron Copper Body, and his back turned bluish-purple, becoming even more solid and robust. He withstood the claw attack unscathed.
Zheng Dechun spat and cursed, deeply impressed by Li Xian's many extraordinary methods. He then burrowed into the ground to maneuver. Li Xian's spear suddenly shook, causing a loud thud in the ground, dust to fly everywhere, and a large crater to appear around him.
Zheng Dechun's martial arts style was indeed exquisite. However, after his body split into three children, the three children's bodies were incomplete, and their strength and abilities were greatly reduced. Auxiliary techniques and formations... barely made up for the deficiencies. It was even more bizarre, but Li Xian's extraordinary "strength" was exactly what countered this formation.
Li Xian planted his spear firmly on the ground, simultaneously incorporating the essence of "Gang Lei Finger" into the spear shaft. The instant he planted his spear, it was as if a "thunder drum" was resounding, the thunderous sound from his chest reverberating into the earth. The force was fierce, penetrating deep into the ground.
After several such incidents, the three young children, already mutilated, were further injured by the shockwaves. Unable to stay underground any longer, they scrambled out of the ground, begging for mercy: "Great hero, spare our lives, spare our lives... I surrender... I surrender."
Seizing the opportunity, Li Xian kicked the spear's butt. The Ghost Python Spear shot forth fiercely, piercing through the three young bodies of Zheng Dechun. The force was immense; the spear thudded and embedded itself in the canyon wall. Zhao Chunxia and the others in the stone cave all trembled.
The women gasped and retreated, all terrified: "This power... is terrifying!"
After defeating his formidable foe, Li Xian observed for another half an incense stick. Confirming that Zheng Dechun was indeed dead, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
[First kill of a third-realm martial artist, Crippled Demon Spear proficiency +153]
[The Remnant Spear]
[Proficiency: 6599/35000 Perfect]
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Li Xian searched through Zheng Dechun's tattered clothes and found a ring of keys, the key to unlocking the "Pipa Collarbone Chain." Li Xian thought, "In that case, my crisis should be over. Although this battle involved a lot of calculation, it wasn't actually that difficult. But I mustn't get carried away. Zheng Dechun was defeated by me because he was cunning but not very smart, and his vision was narrow. Once he was restrained, he lost his composure. If it were a stronger opponent, I'm afraid I wouldn't have won so easily. Well... I'll rest for a while and then go to rescue him."
He cupped his hands to the women and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I will rest for a while before saving you. Please do not rush." He then sat cross-legged on the ground and began practicing the [Five Organs Avoiding Turbidity and Gathering Yang Scripture].
[Proficiency +1]
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[The Five Viscera's Guide to Avoiding Turbidity and Meeting Yang: Strengthening the Viscera]
[Proficiency: 11236/24000 (Mastery)]
Seeing that their rescue was imminent, the women were overjoyed and extremely grateful. They all looked over, not daring to make a sound and disturb them. They made shushing gestures to each other, and anyone who made a noise was met with glares and complaints from the women beside them.
After a moment of rest, Li Xian first rescued "Lin Aoshan." Lin Aoshan was overjoyed and rushed towards him. Seeing everyone watching, Li Xian initially wanted to avoid her. However, he was inherently unsure how to refuse a woman's advances, and sighed softly, thinking, "Li Xian, oh Li Xian, no wonder the lady wanted to gouge out your eyes, you..."
He gently patted Lin Aoshan's back, soothing her softly. Lin Aoshan said happily, "Little Li, the friendship between us in Fucheng is still very deep. You...you actually risked your life to save me." Her pretty face flushed slightly as she spoke.
Li Xian thought to himself, "I've risked my life to save so many people." He said, "Rest for a moment, then come and help later." He then climbed up the mountainside to rescue the women nearby.
The women were overjoyed to be freed from their cages. Ji Hui and the others were speechless with gratitude, but before they could utter a word, Li Xian had already vanished elsewhere. They looked around for a long time, feeling quite disappointed, unable to speak to each other.
When Luo Feiyan was rescued, Li Xian laughed and said, "Feiyan, it's been a long time since we parted ways in Xiucheng, and we meet again!" Luo Feiyan thought of her past embarrassment and scolded, "You... weirdo, how dare you say that? Are you good or bad? What strange things are you doing now?"
Li Xian feigned sorrow, saying, "I risked my life to save you, you...you..." Luo Feiyan's heart softened, "I...I'm sorry, I...I..."
Li Xian laughed and said, "I was just teasing you. Don't talk about what happened in Xiucheng. Otherwise, I'll tie you up again and throw you somewhere else." Luo Feiyan blushed and said, "How could I possibly talk about such things everywhere? You strange person, you dare to do it but not admit it, are you afraid I'll ruin your reputation?"
The women were all rescued. Those with good strength helped rescue their companions, while those with less strength sat down to rest. Hundreds of iron chains were tied into a "mandarin duck knot," suspending them high in the air.
After the women recovered their inner energy, their lightness skills were quite impressive, allowing them to easily scale walls and rooftops. Dozens of women had been rescued. Ji Hui gazed at Li Xian for a moment, then suddenly remembered her master. With a startled cry, she used her lightness skills to leap over walls and rooftops, flying to the outside of the stone cave where her master was.
Ji Hui asked, "Master, are you alright?" Her worries had vanished. Zhao Chunxia smiled and said, "Of course I'm fine." Ji Hui said, "I'll unlock it for you."
They tried to open the black iron gate. However, Zhao Chunxia was bound by the mandarin duck collarbone chain, and even with the gate open, she could not take a single step. Just as Ji Hui was at her wit's end, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.
Li Xian called out, "Sister Ji, I'm coming." Ji Hui exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, it's...it's you." Realizing her lapse in composure, she quickly added, "Young hero, thank you so much, please save my master quickly." She didn't even look at her master anymore, focusing instead on scrutinizing Li Xian.
She paused, both embarrassed and curious, and asked, "You just called me Sister Ji, do you know my name? Have we met before?"
Li Xian casually said, "I've heard Wang Long mention you." He thought to himself, "It's perfectly natural for me to call her 'little sister.' But if we're really going to talk about it, I'm not sure if I should call her 'older sister.'" He had no ulterior motives towards Ji Hui, and his attitude was amiable. The word "little sister" was completely unambiguous.
He turned his head and cupped his hands, saying, "Senior Chunxia, I've come to save you!" Zhao Chunxia looked over with a smile, nodded slightly, her expression slightly different, and her gaze kept scrutinizing him closely.
(End of this chapter)
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