Chapter 250 The Ultimate Sword Technique
A light rain began to fall in the courtyard.
A blood-red rain.
The area, spanning several dozen feet, gradually came to a stop after ten breaths.
Ouyang Rong silently turned his head and looked around at the "Wei Shaoxuan" figures scattered all over the courtyard.
He didn't really want to torture the enemy like this, but he just lost control of himself.
The power of mythology is somewhat difficult to control, especially this little guy, who seems to have a bit of a "temperamental" streak.
The clear blue light in Ouyang Rong's eyes slowly disappeared, as did the light on the wound in his abdomen.
At the same time, the floating craftsmanship before him gradually lost its clear blue light, and the "arc" slowly became transparent and vanished into nothingness.
Ouyang Rong lowered his hand that was covering his wound and subconsciously touched his dantian.
The spiritual energy that had been accumulated during the difficult period of recuperation was once again exhausted.
The spiritual energy consumed by the Dingjian sword is enormous. With his current ninth-grade spiritual energy reserves, killing Wei Shaoxuan and Liu Zilin would completely deplete his energy reserves, and recovery would be extremely slow.
Ouyang Rong suddenly felt a fragrant, warm breeze wafting towards him, and turned his head.
"It...it's yours?"
Li Guo'er held a bowl in both hands and walked forward cautiously, swallowing her saliva.
Look at her expression.
Clearly, the reversal that occurred in just ten breaths, from Ouyang Rong carrying the bowl out to Wei Shaoxuan being blasted into a bloody rain by the sword energy of the Dingjian, is still difficult for the young lady Meizhuang, who was originally determined to die, to digest.
"Is this the legendary Ding Sword? Why does it look like this? It's even stranger than the Emperor Wen that Father described. Ouyang Lianghan, how did you manage to do this? How did you obtain it?" she asked in a series of questions.
Ouyang Rong did not answer.
Li Guo'er stared unabashedly at the short-haired youth's furrowed brows in front of her, her eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry.
“You don’t need to take such a risk,” Ouyang Rong suddenly said.
Li Guo'er shook her head: "I didn't know you were awake the whole time, and who would have thought..."
She paused, bit her lip, turned her head, and looked at the white walls around her that were freshly stained red.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold it in just now."
Ouyang Rong explained, squatted down, and began to examine Wei Shaoxuan's "relics" with his fingers.
Li Guo'er glanced down at the bloodstains on her body, then casually wiped the blood from her cheek with the back of her fair hand.
"It's nothing." She smiled suddenly. "It felt good."
Li Guo'er's eyes shone brightly. She showed no fear or discomfort at the bloody scene before her; on the contrary, she was even a little excited.
"Here you go."
The bowl of water was handed to Ouyang Rong again.
Ouyang Rong leaned back slightly, frowning as he glanced at Li Guo'er.
Whether she did it on purpose or by accident, half a piece of blood sausage was floating in the bowl of water.
"Oh, I forgot."
Li Guo'er nodded, spilled the water from the bowl, and stood calmly and composed.
"Anyway, we worked together quite well just now, Ouyang Lianghan. It's our first time working together, and we have pretty good chemistry."
After saying a few words, she seemed to be in a good mood, walked into the kitchen with her hands behind her back, and started scooping water again.
Tacit understanding means that when you pretend to be innocent in front of others but fail to backstab them, they have to suppress their own injuries and step in to save the day.
Ouyang Rong's lips twitched slightly, but he swallowed his words.
However, after experiencing their common enemy Wei Shaoxuan, the two did become quite familiar with each other. At least they witnessed each other's true nature and knew that neither of them were easy to deal with, unlike before when they were gentle, polite and courteous.
Turning back, Ouyang Rong picked out several pieces of equipment dropped by Wei Shaoxuan from the bloody mess on the ground.
A black iron token engraved with the character "Wei".
A jade ring with deer patterns covered in cracks, similar to the one my junior sister had.
There were also three small porcelain bottles, with the mouths wrapped in red cloth. When gently shaken, each contained several round, hard pills.
I don't know if it's a healing elixir, or the precious Qi-replenishing pill that my junior sister mentioned, or a forbidden pill that is considered taboo by orthodox Qi cultivators and forcibly used by sorcerers to elevate the Qi cultivation level.
However, since it could appear on the body of the sixth son of the King of Wei, it must be no ordinary person.
Ouyang Rong silently put it away, his gaze finally settling on a long wooden box.
Previously, when I was "imprisoned" at the Jiazi Sword Furnace, I overheard them talking about it, and it seemed to be called something like the Mo Family Sword Box.
Ouyang Rong picked up the sword box and glanced at it. "Is it specifically for storing the cauldron sword...?"
“Ouyang Lianghan, you seem to have changed a bit.”
Li Guo'er carried another bowl of clean water and came out. Although she didn't care about the bloody and messy scene, she must have washed her face with clean water in the kitchen just now.
At this moment, the young girl with the plum blossom makeup had a slightly faded bright red plum blossom mark on her forehead. Her red hair was loose, and a few strands of her dark hair above her eyebrows were wet and stuck together, shining brightly in the afternoon sunlight that fell into the courtyard, making her oval face appear even whiter and cleaner.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the bowl, then at her pretty face.
"What are you thinking about?" Li Guo'er paused, then turned her face away. "You're thinking about things you didn't intend to use to wash your face..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ouyang Rong had already taken the drink and downed it in one gulp.
He suddenly put down the bowl: "What do you mean I'm different?"
Li Guo'er realized that he was responding to her previous question, and her gaze fell on Ouyang Rong's face.
The young man before me looked somewhat expressionless today, his brows slightly furrowed and never relaxed, as if some kind of sorrow lingered around him.
His face was thin and pale, he was seriously injured, and his expression was weak. Standing in front of her, he seemed about to collapse, as if he could not withstand the wind.
For some unknown reason, she cut off her long hair, leaving only short, choppy black hair with bangs that vaguely covered her eyebrows.
He was completely dejected and depressed.
Of course, temperament is something that should be viewed dialectically.
If someone is ugly, they're considered a good-for-nothing; but if someone is handsome, they're considered decadent and melancholic.
Li Guo'er glanced at him sideways, looked at him a few more times, and parted her pink lips slightly:
“You’re not quite the same person you were before. You used to be so full of fighting spirit, like nothing could defeat you. Now… you’re all deflated.” She said deliberately, then nodded, “Yeah, like you’ve been beaten up by God.”
"Is it wilted...?"
Ouyang Rong drooped his eyelids, his face showed no anger, and he did not explain. His eyes were somewhat dazed.
Li Guo'er suddenly said, "When you came out of the kitchen just now, I could tell you were in a bad mood. You seemed... angry?"
"without."
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and began to gather Wei Shaoxuan's belongings. Then, without stopping for a moment, he dragged the bodies of the guards into the kitchen.
Li Guo'er didn't know why he was hiding it, but she still lent a hand.
Following behind, during a break from her busy work, she said casually:
"Don't be stubborn, you've already made Wei Shaoxuan look like this."
Looking around at the scattered, indistinct flesh and blood in the courtyard, the young girl suddenly turned around, smiling:
"Are you really going to kill his whole family? The Prince of Wei's mansion isn't easy to exterminate; would that mean going against the entire Wei clan? You might need my family's..."
Ouyang Rong knew what she was thinking and calmly said, "Couldn't it just be something to make him angry? So that he can die with regrets?"
"Is it about killing someone by destroying their spirit?"
Li Guo'er changed the subject:
“But what if you kill the son of the King of Wei? If this gets out, you will immediately become the mortal enemy of the Wei clan.”
"Me? You picked them really cleanly." He chuckled.
"When I said we had great teamwork, didn't you look quite disagreeing?"
Li Guo'er lowered her head and put the thin veil back on, revealing only her cold eyebrows and eyes. Instantly, her temperament became much more aloof and noble, but it was a pity that she had a sharp tongue.
“Okay.” She asked curiously, “So what should we do now? So this is about destroying evidence and cleaning up the murder scene? Do we need to… kill someone else to cover it up?”
Ouyang Rong didn't answer, but calmly asked:
"Where is your junior sister? Wasn't she supposed to protect you? Why is Wei Shaoxuan chasing your family? Where are Wei Shaoxuan's accomplices?"
Upon hearing this, Su Guo'er immediately recounted the events that had occurred at the Manjushri Bodhisattva Hall that day, pouring out everything like beans from a bamboo tube.
After listening, Ouyang Rong finished speaking.
A moment of silence.
He reached out and touched the wound on his abdomen. The effects of the Rejuvenation Pill were indeed effective; the wound had stopped bleeding and healed considerably.
However, using the Cold Sword Technique twice in a row to summon the Cauldron Sword presents a problem.
"There's no spiritual energy left in my dantian..."
"What did you say?" Li Guo'er asked from behind.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and said calmly:
"I said, you go first, immediately."
"You want to take the blame all by yourself? To protect me?"
"No." Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I'm afraid you'll get in the way later."
What are you going to do?
"I told you, kill his whole family." He nodded.
"Don't joke around." Li Guo'er's face, hidden beneath the thin veil, turned serious. "You're going to find Sister Xie?"
Ouyang Rong did not answer, but turned his head to look around the courtyard, his brows furrowed, seemingly lost in thought.
"You don't need to think about protecting me; it can't be hidden."
Li Guo'er said directly:
"As long as the people of the Prince of Wei's mansion cannot find Wei Shaoxuan, you and I, who were the last to see him, will be the prime suspects. Moreover, so many people in the courtyard witnessed our murder; all we need to do is ask them..."
Ouyang Rong suddenly said, "Sometimes, what you see is not necessarily the truth."
"What's the meaning……"
Li Guo'er paused in her speech as she saw Ouyang Rong silently pull out a bronze beast mask from his robes, the very one he had clung to even when he was unconscious.
Then Li Guo'er suddenly rubbed her eyes, thinking she was hallucinating. After the young man in front of her took out his mask, a faint purple light appeared in his eyes.
"Your eyes..."
Ouyang Rong did not answer. He turned his head and looked around at the old, young, sick and disabled people in the courtyard who had witnessed the murder. A look of relief, "I knew it," flashed across his face.
"What are you doing?"
Li Guo'er noticed that Ouyang Rong suddenly closed his purple eyes and stood still.
The bronze beast face on his palm was faintly covered with purple mist, which flowed into it.
Ouyang Rong ignored him.
At this moment, inside the Merit Pagoda, as he watched 1,500 merits rapidly diminish, his expression showed no sign of distress.
Only three thousand merits remain.
A moment later, the purple mist on the mirage beast's mask disappeared, and a faint, eerie light appeared on its bronze body.
Ouyang Rong tucked the mask into his sleeve.
"Just as I thought," he nodded and murmured.
After refining the Mirage Beast Mask, his own basic Dao Meridian followed the treacherous path of the Jade Cup Immortal. Now, Ouyang Rong is publicly executing Wei Shaoxuan. As expected, touching the mask triggers blessings, allowing him to use the blessings to replace the ritual and collect the illusory incarnations.
Inside the mask hidden in the sleeve, besides the illusory figures of Ah Shan and Zhang Qian, there was now another...
Ouyang Rong suddenly sat down, took out three porcelain bottles from his bosom, hesitated slightly, poured out a pill from each bottle, and swallowed them one by one.
The first bottle of pitch-black pills had no effect when swallowed; instead, they caused a nauseous reaction. I had to endure it.
After swallowing the second bottle of crimson pills, my whole body felt slightly warm, and my wounds itched, as if they were healing.
After swallowing the brown pill from the third bottle, a visible vortex of energy suddenly appeared in the dantian.
It should be the legendary Qi-boosting pill.
Ouyang Rong relaxed his shoulders.
As expected, the son of the King of Wei is indeed wealthy and powerful. I had previously heard from my junior sister that the old Taoist priests of Gezao Mountain could only refine a few batches of Qi-replenishing pills in half a year, and they also had to consider the success rate of the pills.
Regardless of whether it was wasteful, he swallowed two more brown pills in succession. In his dantian, vortexes of qi appeared one after another, frantically gathering qi.
"The more the better," Ouyang Rong said in a low voice.
Killing someone with a cauldron sword consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy.
He advanced to the ninth rank of Sword Master through the Cold Scholar Sword Technique.
After digesting the Cold Sword Technique, he vaguely realized that each Ding Sword had a way of killing, and in terms of the sword technique, it was a Ding Sword ultimate skill.
The Cold Scholar's Sword Technique corresponds to the Dingjian Ultimate Skill, which is called "Return to the Past".
Ouyang Rong currently possesses the method of killing from the "Humble Scholar" cauldron sword from four hundred years ago.
Although "craftsmanship" is not the same as "impoverished scholar" and cannot fully unleash the power of "returning home," once its true meaning is understood, simulation still yields astonishing results.
In the two previous killings, the sword hovered above everyone's heads, not to show off, but as a prelude to unleashing the "Return to the Past" technique.
It is the cloth sword with the inscription "Return Home":
The cauldron sword hovers in the air, covering enemies within a certain range below.
During the sword-wielding process, the swordsman needs to expend tremendous mental energy to lock onto the enemy's aura and calculate various killing routes.
Then came the devastating slaughter.
Unless the enemy's rank is far higher than his, making it difficult to break through the vast protective true energy, or the cauldron sword driven by weak spiritual energy cannot keep up with the speed of a high-ranking enemy, or the opponent understands the way the cauldron sword kills and escapes immediately, not giving the sword wielder a chance to unleash his sword.
Therefore, the first two times the craftsman appeared, he was suspended in the air, which was the calm before the storm.
To be fair, Liu Zilin died unjustly. He might have known some signs of the Dingjian technique being used, but the underground palace was too small, with only one exit, which was blocked by the Dingjian.
However, at that time, Ouyang Rong was not skilled at wielding the Ding Sword for the first time, and his preparation was also rushed.
Fortunately, the enclosed space of the underground palace is the perfect stage for "returning home." Enemies have no way to escape and can only wait to be harvested one by one. If one sword misses, another will strike. Even if it is not accurate, it can wear them down until they die.
Therefore, the first killing scene in the underground palace was exceptionally cruel, like a young lion hunting for the first time, awkwardly torturing a calf that had not yet been suffocated.
As for Wei Shaoxuan, he died from stupidity.
Ouyang Rong waited in the kitchen with his eyes closed for seven breaths before emerging. This time, he used "Return to the Past" with elegance and composure, leaving Wei Shaoxuan powerless to reverse the situation.
Of course, this is also because Wei Shaoxuan and Liu Zilin are only ninth-rank officials.
The swordsman of the Mythical Bloodline only needs to protect himself and not give the enemy a chance to behead him. He is the most powerful among those of the same rank and can even try to kill those of higher ranks.
As for the killing method that the old swordsmith designed for this new Dingjian sword, which is the Dingjian's ultimate skill, Ouyang Rong is unaware of it for the time being.
In other words, he has not yet grasped the true meaning of craftsmanship.
But Ouyang Rong believed that no one in the world understood "The Return of the Poor Scholar" more profoundly than he did.
In addition, my junior sister mentioned that for those who wield the sword, their meridians are severed, and each advancement in rank is a huge bottleneck; simply cultivating spiritual energy is useless.
It not only needs to acquire a new sword technique, but also digest its true meaning and perceive the "qi" in order to advance.
But this also means that with each promotion, he will master a new set of Dingjian techniques.
No wonder the swordsman's killing power is so high. "Return to the Past" is already so powerful, not to mention that, theoretically, he can also use eight different unique sword techniques.
Just then, the faint sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard, mixed with the voices of Liu Fu and others.
"Sixth Young Master! Are you alright?"
Li Guo'er's dark eyes widened, and she hurriedly turned her head, only to find that there was an extra Wei Shaoxuan beside her, but Ouyang Lianghan was missing.
Resurrected from the dead?
She hastily drew her dagger from her sleeve.
"What's the panic?"
The person wearing the mask turned his head and said in a familiar tone, "Don't move." He suddenly reached out and put his arm around her slender waist.
"...??" Li Guo'er.
(End of this chapter)
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