Why, ever since meeting this Master Yin, has he always been stuck in this kind of predicament? Standing atop the windswept Cuiwei Peak, Luo Jiujiang pondered, baffled: Could this be the fundamental reason he's called Yin Bansi? Is he a psychic?
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The students watching from the distant peaks could not hear the specific details of the conversation between the two men. They could only identify their identities from the color of their clothes. It was not until they stood facing each other for a long time that they began to fight.
"The wind is strong here, and even standing on it feels strenuous if one's cultivation isn't at the foundation building stage. What are Master Yao and Xiao Luo doing standing there? Are they fortune-telling?"
"Maybe they are chatting?" someone suddenly thought.
The man who had spoken earlier shuddered: "I can't imagine it. Don't scare me."
"Hey, look! They've started fighting! That junior brother's surname is Luo? Although his cultivation isn't strong, he's surprisingly good with a sword."
People who came in groups of two or three exchanged opinions on the fight. As time went on, everyone changed from smiling and pointing at things at the beginning to solemn expressions, and their attitude also changed from laughing and joking at the beginning to exclaiming and praising.
"This Junior Brother Luo is truly a remarkable person. Peak Master Yin's cultivation is superior to his, and his style is also bizarre and unpredictable. Yet, he was able to withstand the Peak Master's blows for over a hundred moves." Someone gestured in the air to counter his moves and shook his head repeatedly, "If it were me, I would definitely lose."
"Yes, yes," the person beside him replied casually, then secretly gave him a kick, signaling him to look around. They had arrived late, and this was the only place with a good view and plenty of free time, though almost all the people standing still were disciples from Yao Peak. What was his friend thinking, praising their Peak Master's rival in front of them?
Little did he know that at this moment, the same two words as that person's comment were flashing repeatedly in Luo Jiujiang's mind.
"Weird".
This Lord Yin Feng's moves could be described as unpredictable, but he was indeed formidable.
Luo Jiujiang was familiar with the eighteen kinds of weapons. Among them, the Crooked Meteor and the like were considered unpopular weapons. However, the spiritual energy used by Lord Yin Feng was even more unusual.
He used a set of needles.
A duel isn't solely about cultivation level. Luo Jiujiang, at the seventh level of Qi Refining, could injure a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Du Chuan. Even at the very beginning of his Foundation Establishment, he could battle to the death with hordes of those at the third and fourth levels. Even higher in cultivation, he could rip the membrane of an entire world apart with a single strike. In terms of attack power alone, Luo Jiujiang's Dome-Splitting move rivaled even that of a Jindan cultivator.
But Yin Bandi did not give Luo Jiujiang the chance to display his power. He directly cut off the source of Luo Jiujiang's spiritual energy.
He used needles, but did not use them to make direct attacks on Luo Jiujiang. In his hand, a set of 108 silver needles were spread out in the air like flowers scattered by a fairy. They were suspended by his own spiritual energy, weaving a fine mesh of warp and weft. The vibration of each needle could disrupt the flow of spiritual energy in Luo Jiujiang's body.
If it had simply disrupted the frequency of the spiritual energy in the air, preventing Luo Jiujiang from absorbing it normally for replenishment, the situation wouldn't have been too bad. However, he had used some unknown method, but the vibrations of the spiritual energy in the air caused Luo Jiujiang's meridians to tremble slightly, even affecting his dantian.
From a purely theoretical perspective, the use of this set of needles gave Luo Jiujiang a feeling somewhat similar to the sound killing technique. If it weren't for the current precarious environment and the opponent's relentless pressure, if Luo Jiujiang had a few more hours to study and experience it, he might have been able to replicate Yin Bansi's fighting style.
Luo Jiujiang's cultivation was already weaker than his, and he was further controlled by Yin Bansi's strange acupuncture technique. For a while, he was even being suppressed. However, when he was in danger, he did nothing but summarize a set of experience for surviving in a weak and desperate situation.
The two men's eyes suddenly met, and the silver needle that Yin Bansi had shot out before cut off a strand of Luo Jiujiang's hair. However, at this moment, the head of Yao Peak was shocked to find that the other party was actually smiling.
"Peak Master, your cultivation and talent are a hundred times better than mine. There is only one thing that I am inferior to Luo. Do you know what it is?"
Yin Bansi still had that ambiguous expression on his face, as if he would not listen to anything Luo Jiujiang said. He was convinced that whatever Luo Jiujiang said was just a bunch of seductive nonsense and not worth causing any disturbance in him.
Luo Jiujiang didn't care. A smile flashed across his eyes, and suddenly, with a high-pitched cry, he leaped high and pounced down on Yin Bansi. Yin Bansi frowned slightly, but he had already pulled up a large net, and between his fingers, a thin silver needle was pressing directly against Luo Jiujiang's dantian.
At this critical moment, both parties spoke at the same time—
"Last time at Yaofeng, I felt something was wrong with your Dantian..."
"——The Peak Master only lost in terms of experience against the enemy."
As the two figures intersected, the dust had settled.
Luo Jiujiang opened his mouth and retched twice. A bright pearl was forced out by the needle that Yin Bandi had fixed in his dantian. It was pushed up from his throat, sprayed out of his mouth, and fell under the cliff and disappeared. Even though Luo Jiujiang was coughing so miserably, the long sword in his hand was still firmly on Yin Bandi's neck, without any movement.
"I was forced to face death and then I could survive," Luo Jiujiang smiled, "I still have to thank the Peak Master for his kindness. He saw that I had taken the initiative to reveal my skills and didn't use any killing moves."
Even with a knife at his neck, Yin Bansi's face showed no sign of happiness or sadness. He flicked Luo Jiujiang's blade with his finger and said, "No need to smooth things over. I've already lost."
Even across the mountaintops, the clamor of the students watching could be heard. The Tingzhu disciple who was in charge of the refereeing process was somewhat surprised to step forward and announce the result. Amidst the clamor of the spectators, the referee spoke in a stern manner, following the rules: "Daoyou Luo Ritian wins. The agreement is carried out. Daoyou Luo, what are your conditions?"
Even if he won, Luo Jiujiang couldn't think of a solution right away. However, if he said, "I'll talk about it later," in this situation, it would be easily interpreted as a revenge. He had no hostility towards Yin Bansi, but he felt that the peak master had misunderstood him.
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