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Even Zhou Sheng of the Feng Hou Qi Men sect risked his life to return to Wudang, leaving his legacy to his sect before disappearing. Why can't you?"
Zhang Huaiyi shook his head, his gaze fixed on the direction of Longhu Mountain, his eyes filled with complex emotions:
“It’s different, Yunyuan. The secret behind the ‘Qi Body Source Flow’ is related to our Longhu Mountain’s ‘Celestial Master’s Degree’.”
"The secret of the Celestial Master's Ordination is not revealed to outsiders, but I can guess a thing or two about it."
His voice was low: "My master wants to take me back so that I can inherit the position of Celestial Master... He wants to use the entire Longhu Mountain to protect me, and at the same time make me inherit the restrictions of the Celestial Master's Degree, so that I can never reveal the secret of the 'Qi Body Source Flow' again."
"He wanted to do this ever since I first came back from the mountain, but I insisted on not doing it."
Zhang Huaiyi said resolutely, "I don't like this. I want to defeat Zhang Zhiwei fair and square, not by relying on the power of the Celestial Master's Deity."
"I can't... bring further trouble to my sect!"
My sworn brotherhood with the leader of Quanxing is an undeniable fact.
If I go back, I will only tarnish the thousand-year-old reputation of Longhu Mountain and disgrace the mountain gate!
This... absolutely not!
Zhang Yunyuan remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice heavy:
"Senior brother, do you know what became of the other eight extraordinary skills?"
"Zheng Zibu was tortured beyond recognition and died a miserable death."
Duanmu Ying has disappeared; she is likely dead.
Ma Benzai has only one eye and one ear left, both arms are broken, and both legs are useless;
I witnessed Feng Tianyang being captured by the Wang family and subjected to all kinds of humiliation.
The whereabouts of the remaining individuals are also unknown, and their fate is uncertain.
"You are now wandering outside, and those who covet power and harbor evil intentions will never let you go."
The world of extraordinary beings is full of hidden talents; only Mount Longhu can protect you completely.
After listening, Zhang Huaiyi remained silent for a long time, finally shaking his head slowly and repeating:
“I can’t go back, and I don’t want to go back. I… have my reasons.”
Zhang Yunyuan knew he could no longer persuade him, and let out a long sigh.
He suddenly reached out and looked at the blue letter on Zhang Huaiyi's wrist.
A few seconds later, he wrote the character "渊" in Zhang Huaiyi's outstretched palm with lightning speed.
The writing, once it fell, seemed to seep into the skin and flesh as quickly as if it were alive, disappearing without leaving only a very faint mark.
Zhang Huaiyi watched all this in silence, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes again:
"This 'Qing' technique is a closely guarded secret of the Secret Painting Sect, used for long-distance communication. Before his death, my eldest brother Dou Ruchang passed this technique on to my fourth brother, Wugensheng. How did you learn it?"
Zhang Yunyuan said, "My methods can simulate all the laws of the world."
I can learn the art of summoning green once I've seen it.
This is the mark I left for you.
Senior brother, your mind is made up, and I will not try to persuade you any further.
I only ask that once you've settled down, or if you encounter a life-or-death crisis... you can contact me through this.
Zhang Huaiyi looked at the faint mark on his palm, then took another deep look at Zhang Yunyuan, and finally nodded heavily.
He said no more, turned around and stepped onto the small awning boat.
With a push of the bamboo pole, the small boat shot off like an arrow, cutting through the turbulent river and heading into the depths of the mist, gradually disappearing from sight.
On the banks of the You River, only Zhang Yunyuan remained, gazing at the rushing water with an inscrutable expression.
Chapter 95 The Manifestation of the Bright Soul Technique, Dao Qi Dispels Evil
On the banks of the You River, there are no more old friends.
Zhang Yunyuan gazed at the small awning boat that disappeared into the mist, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He knew that his senior brother Zhang Huaiyi had made up his mind, and there was no point in forcing him to stay.
Years will pass, and when we meet again, everything may have changed beyond recognition.
He sighed deeply, suppressing the turbulent thoughts in his heart, and turned to embark on his journey back to Longhu Mountain.
The world is a dangerous place, and people's hearts are unpredictable.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, he activated "Thousand Faces and Myriad Forms" again, transforming his appearance and physique into that of an ordinary middle-aged superhuman.
That face was so ordinary that it would be lost in a crowd, and its aura was so concealed that it was indistinguishable from that of a third-rate superhuman.
They walked to a remote, secluded mountain forest, where few people ventured, as dusk approached.
The forest was dimly lit, with only a few rays of the setting sun filtering through the dense foliage and casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Zhang Yunyuan suddenly stopped in his tracks.
A chilling killing intent, without warning, locked onto him from all directions.
Almost simultaneously, several black figures sprang up from the shadows of the forest like ghosts, their weapons gleaming with a poisoned light, attacking his vital points from all sorts of extremely tricky angles!
Ruthless and coordinated, they were clearly highly trained assassins.
Zhang Yunyuan sneered inwardly.
It must be them coming.
The group that attacked Senior Brother Tian Jinzhong, interrogated him about the whereabouts of Senior Brother Huaiyi, and crippled him for life.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, but he did not immediately strike.
Faced with an attack that would have made even the best of the best flustered, he simply lightly touched the ground with his feet, his body moving like a weightless leaf, narrowly navigating through the gaps between several deadly attacks.
Among the men in black who were besieging them, someone let out a soft exclamation.
They never expected that this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man would be so agile.
"Quick victory!"
The leader of the men in black gave a low shout, and his attack became even more ferocious.
Zhang Yunyuan still didn't fight back, but just dodged awkwardly, looking like he was struggling to defend himself and in grave danger.
He deliberately created a flaw.
Upon seeing this, a man in black was overjoyed. The short knife in his hand transformed into a venomous, cold light, piercing straight for his back.
Zhang Yunyuan seemed stunned, his movements slowing down by half a beat.
Another man in black seized the opportunity and delivered a heavy blow to the back of his neck.
Zhang Yunyuan groaned, his eyes rolled back, and he slumped forward, completely "fainting".
"solved."
A man in black stepped forward, checked his breath, and said disdainfully.
"I thought he was some tough guy, but he's just a third-rate idiot who runs fast."
Without a word, the leader of the men in black waved his hand.
Zhang Yunyuan felt as if he had been stuffed into a rough burlap sack and carried on someone's shoulder, being jostled all the way.
Although his eyes were closed, his keen senses allowed him to take in everything around him.
He could sense that there were seven people in the group.
Their Qi is cold and domineering, carrying a kind of unsettling twisted feeling that originates from the same source.
Their steps were steady and powerful, clearly indicating that they had all received professional training.
After an unknown amount of time, the bumpy ride stopped.
He was pulled out of the sack and thrown heavily onto the cold stone ground.
The pungent smell of blood and damp mold instantly filled his nostrils.
Zhang Yunyuan slowly "woke up" and calmly surveyed his surroundings.
This appears to be an abandoned dungeon, with several torches stuck in the walls, casting dim light that makes people's shadows distorted and eerie.
The seven men in black had removed their masks, revealing several cold and arrogant young faces.
Their clothes were all embroidered with the same family crest, which consisted of intricate patterns.
Zhang Yunyuan's gaze lingered slightly on the emblem.
He recognized the emblem.
That's the symbol of the Lü family, one of the four major families.
Sure enough it was them.
The leader was a young man with a cold and stern face. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, as if they could see through people's hearts.
He walked up to Zhang Yunyuan, looked down at him, and spoke in a cold, emotionless voice.
"Who are you? Why are you there?"
Zhang Yunyuan feigned extreme terror, his body trembling, and stammered:
"I...I'm just a passing rogue cultivator...Gentlemen, I don't know anything, please let me go..."
The young man snorted coldly, clearly not believing his nonsense.
"You have a pretty tough mouth."
He turned to one of his companions and said.
“Use the ‘Soul-Clearing Technique’ on him to see what’s hidden in his mind.”
"yes, Sir!"
The companion responded, walked up to Zhang Yunyuan, and revealed a cruel grin on his face.
He extended two fingers, pointing them together like a sword. At the tip of his fingers, a wisp of black, seemingly entangled evil energy slowly condensed.