e-booksonline Chapter 70 The Power of Miraculous Arts
Chapter 70 The Power of Miraculous Arts
Chapter 70 The Power of Miraculous Arts
As soon as Huanglong Zhenren emerged from the forest, his gaze fell upon Feng Xiu. He looked him up and down, a hint of surprise flashing in his cloudy old eyes.
"Young Master Feng, your blood and energy are so rich and abundant."
He then looked at the woman in red and Su Wantang, his brows furrowing slightly as if trying to identify something.
"The Yin-Yang Soul Separation Technique... I never imagined such a technique actually existed in this world." He sighed softly.
The woman in red raised her eyebrows and stared warily at Huanglong Zhenren.
"This heroine, would you be so kind as to spare them?" Master Huanglong cupped his hands in greeting to the woman in red.
The woman in red sneered, "Let her go?"
"Heroine, now that the White Fox Envoy has emerged from seclusion, when else should we go to Qingzhou if not now?"
Master Huanglong was very sincere. Seeing that her expression was growing colder, he smiled and said, "The Embroidered Robe Division will be arriving in Qingzhou soon. You should think it over carefully, heroine."
The woman in red's expression changed.
However, before she could respond.
Jiaojiao, however, had no such reservations and took off the iron hat from her head.
Holding it in both hands, her little face flushed red, she threw it with all her might.
The iron hat flew off at an angle, spun twice in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a thud.
Jiaojiao's face fell, and she stomped her foot, saying, "Grandpa, it's not listening."
Master Huanglong shook his head helplessly. "I told you to practice properly, but you insisted on slacking off. Now you've embarrassed yourself, haven't you?"
"Where did this wild Taoist come from, daring to speak ill of our master's important matters!"
The woman in red suppressed her emotions, her figure mysteriously vanished again, and she reappeared, heading straight for Huanglong Zhenren and his grandson.
However, as soon as she moved, Feng Xiu moved too!
A crater appeared beneath his feet, and Vajra Bone-Breaking Torn from above!
Unexpectedly, Master Huanglong gave Feng Xiu a reassuring look.
Feng Xiu's expression froze.
Immediately, Master Huanglong casually made a sword finger gesture.
The iron hat on his head disappeared instantly!
The next second, a rapidly spinning black wave tore through the air, creating a gust of wind as sharp as a blade.
The torchlight flickered, making it difficult to see clearly.
With a piercing whistling sound, it struck straight at the woman in red!
The woman in red's expression changed drastically, and she retreated rapidly!
The blast of air brushed past her temples, and a few strands of her hair fell to the ground.
The iron hat traced an arc in the air before flying steadily back into Huanglong Zhenren's hand.
The woman in red reached out and touched her broken hair.
"Who are you?" A hint of fear flashed across his face.
Jiaojiao had already run over and picked up her hat, putting it on her head with a smug look on her face.
"Iron Hat Gate, Huang Jiaojiao."
She stood with her hands on her hips and her chin held high.
The woman in red stared intently at Huanglong Zhenren.
"Heroine, it would be best if you retreated as soon as possible."
Master Huanglong put his hat back on, and the old man's face made it difficult for him to say anything harsh. He spoke in a gentle and amiable manner.
The woman in red gritted her teeth, and with a flash, she pounced on Huang Jiaojiao again!
Master Huanglong remained calm, and slightly hooked his finger.
The iron hat on his head flew out again, transforming into a whirlwind blade in mid-air to meet the woman in red.
snort~
The woman in red blocked the attack with her palm, but the edge of the iron hat cut a bloody gash in her palm.
She let out a muffled groan, but the man in the iron cap wouldn't let up, chasing after her and slashing three times in succession!
In an instant, it tore the sleeve and slashed the shoulder.
The third blow almost grazed his neck, leaving a trail of blood.
In just a few breaths, the woman in red had four or five wounds on her body, and blood seeped out, staining her crimson robes.
Feng Xiu and Feng Shouzhuo stood aside, dumbfounded.
"this....!"
That hat?
The first time I met Master Huanglong.
Feng Xiu even weighed the iron hat on Huang Jiaojiao's head himself and found it strange at the time.
How can a little girl bear to wear such a heavy hat every day?
He's at least a Taoist martial artist.
Looking at it now, this method is even more bizarre than the red-clothed woman's strange teleportation!
What?! The Shaw Brothers' Flying Guillotine?!
Feng Shouzhuo also looked somewhat shocked.
"There are such martial arts in this world?" he asked incredulously.
In the arena, the woman in red clutched the wound on her shoulder, her face ashen, and finally stopped making a move.
"I've noted what happened today," she said coldly, her gaze sweeping over Feng Xiu before settling on Feng Shouzhuo, a complex look flashing in her eyes.
"My dear, I will not give up."
She then looked at Su Wantang, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
"You think you're safe hiding here? You can't escape."
After saying that, she flashed and disappeared into the night.
The dense forest fell silent.
Jiaojiao skipped and hopped to Feng Xiu, tilting her little face up and saying with a grin, "Brother Feng, are you alright? Did we make it in time?"
As the crimson aura around Feng Xiu gradually dissipated, the Nine Heavens Lock continued to lock his heart, waiting for the core blood gate around his body to be locked.
Feng Xiu looked down at her, unsure of what to say.
He then solemnly cupped his hands towards Huanglong Zhenren, saying, "Thank you for your help, Zhenren."
Master Huanglong waved his hand and laughed, "Young Master Feng, there's no need to be so polite. Even without this old Taoist, that woman couldn't have won you over."
"I've never seen such vitality in all my years of life."
Feng Xiu chuckled but didn't reply.
Master Huanglong glanced at Feng Shouzhou and Su Wantang again, his gaze lingering on Su Wantang for a moment before he shook his head slightly.
Feng Xiu's heart stirred, and he suppressed his surging thoughts, asking the question directly.
"Master, what kind of martial art is this iron hat of yours?"
Jiaojiao eagerly answered, "It's a magical technique!"
Master Huanglong glared at her, and Jiaojiao stuck out her tongue and shrank behind her grandfather.
Feng Xiu looked around; the torchlight was almost extinguished.
He still has many unanswered questions.
Judging from his tone, it seemed he had expected this, but the timing was too perfect.
"Master, this is not the place to talk." Feng Xiu cupped his hands in greeting. "Please, Master and Miss Jiaojiao, move to the granary so I can properly express my gratitude."
Master Huanglong nodded.
Feng Xiu turned around and took the reins, while Feng Shouzhuo helped Su Wantang mount the horse.
The group slowly walked towards the granary in the darkness.
Back in the grain depot compound, the lanterns were still lit.
The guards on night duty were filled with suspicion when they saw Feng Xiu return with a group of people, but they didn't ask anything.
He hurriedly went to wake Wu Tie.
Feng Xiu ignored Wu Tie's confusion and, after having him arrange accommodations and food, Wu Tie slowly withdrew.
Inside the room, the candles were relit.
Su Wantang was frightened and her face turned pale. Feng Shouzhu stayed by her side and comforted her gently.
"It's alright, it's alright."
Feng Xiu didn't disturb them, but instead took Huanglong Zhenren and Jiaojiao to the next room.
As soon as Jiaojiao entered the room, she climbed onto a chair, swinging her legs back and forth, her eyes darting around.
Master Huanglong sat down next to her and took off his iron hat, placing it on the table.
Feng Xiu poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him with both hands.
"Master, I am deeply grateful for your help today."
Master Huanglong took the tea and sipped it.
Feng Xiu hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question.
"Master, what did you just say... about the Yin-Yang Soul Separation Technique?"
Master Huanglong put down his teacup.
"I've only heard of this technique from rumors."
He pondered for a moment and said, "The Beiling Sect of Taizhou is indeed an expert in the art of the soul. Among them is a technique that divides a soul into two halves, creating two independent individuals, one main and one secondary, yet they share life."
Master Huanglong sighed, "If one dies, all die."
Feng Xiu was startled.
One dies, all die?
Seeing the change in his expression, Master Huanglong added, "Back then, when I examined the injuries of that Chief Escort Zhou, I thought it was a soul-damaging technique. Now it seems that the woman used a soul-splitting method to steal one of his souls and replenish the Second Young Master's soul."
Feng Xiu pondered for a moment, then asked, "Master, what is meant by extraordinary arts?"
"A wondrous technique."
Master Huanglong's answer was quite concise. He saw what Feng Xiu was thinking and smiled.
"When I was young, I accidentally obtained a fragmented method related to magnetism. It is called a technique, but it actually borrows the power of heaven and earth, not the qi and blood strength of a martial artist."
"Unfortunately, the magic is flawed. I've pondered it for most of my life, but I've only learned a little bit. Making this hat fly up and spin around twice is already my limit."
It spins around twice?
Feng Xiu was speechless. Huanglong Zhenren had a good personality and was kind to people, but he was just too humble.
Even Feng Xiu couldn't see the trajectory of the iron hat flying through the air, let alone see it wound the woman in red.
If she really had murderous intent, she should have died long ago.
At this moment, Jiaojiao chimed in from the side, "Grandpa's amazing skill is praying for rain. He'll be a god in heaven someday!" The girl looked proud.
"Nonsense." Master Huanglong glared at her angrily.
Feng Xiu's heart sank, and he tentatively asked, "Master, in this world... are there really immortals?"
"Where did these immortals come from? They're just people who practice strange arts and secret methods and are seeking immortality. The art of praying for rain and blessings relies on sincerity. This old Taoist doesn't have that kind of skill; he only knows some unorthodox methods."
Feng Xiu remained silent for a while.
Then, suppressing his emotions, he took a deep breath, looked at Master Huanglong, and finally asked, word by word.
"Master, I apologize for my abruptness. This extraordinary technique... may I learn it?"
Huanglong Zhenren seemed unsurprised by what he heard, and simply looked him up and down.
"You want to learn?"
Feng Xiu nodded emphatically.
No matter how modest Huanglong Zhenren was, he could easily defeat the woman in red.
Manipulating the iron cap—this method is simply unheard of.
The woman in red also said that Li Xuanshuang had already emerged from seclusion and was currently heading to Qingzhou.
For a short time, the crisis surrounding the reservoir seemed to have been resolved.
But for now, Su Wantang's original body is still here, so the only arrangement for her to stay at the Feng family's residence is to stay there.
That alone was enough for the woman in red to have her eye on it.
"It's not difficult for you to learn, but..." He paused, then added tactfully, "Mystical arts have their flaws, but they can't compare to the grand power of martial arts. There will also be some side effects when practicing them."
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"Are the side effects fatal, or merely detrimental to future advancements in martial arts?"
No, not at all.
"Then I'll learn!" Feng Xiu said without hesitation.
Master Huanglong didn't say anything more, but took out a small cloth bag from the bundle on his back, opened it, and inside was a piece of black iron stone, which he placed on the table.
The round stone was about the size of a palm, with a rough surface, and gleamed with a faint, cold light under the candlelight.
"This is a Yuan magnet," he said. "The foundation of the Iron Hat Sect's extraordinary techniques lies in this."